#serj

You had never been the type to dress in such a provocative manner, your outfits often remained rather concealing and appropriate for every single occasion. Most days, the shirt you selected and the jeans you decided upon left basically everything completely covered.

It wasn't as if you believed that you were the main character of the story, you never expected to be dragged upon the stage or spotted within the crowed. You often considered yourself the type to become a background character, morph into another face within the crowed. You never believed there was anything very special or specifically interesting about yourself. You thought you were rather average looking, not too curvy and not too attractive, nothing compared to the girls displayed within magazines. However, you would never be able to live with yourself if you had missed the opportunity to live out your every fantasy. You always made sure to transform into the most beautiful and confident version of yourself before each and every System Of A Down concert you attended, just incase the night played out within your favor.

You were placed within the front row, right before the stage, just inches away from the beautiful man performing before you. You had always managed to achieve the very best ticket you possibly could, no matter if you had to spend an unimaginable amount of money, or purchase your seat months in advance. You always made sure you were located exactly where you desired.

The loud music was like heaven as it entered your ears, many of your favorite and most treasured songs were performed that night. The force of the mosh pit erupting from behind you was constantly compressing your body against the barrier placed in front of the stage, but you made sure to stand your ground as you became hypnotized by the scene displayed before you.

The way the curly haired male danced and moved completely erased any sensations of pain as your ribs became crushed against the guard rail situated in front of you. His beautiful voice and impressive range caused you to disregard every instance where you would experience an elbow crash into your skull or a fist slam against your side. And the man's charming characteristics made each and every dollar you spent upon the concert completely worth it.

Whilst the beautiful specimen of a man danced and sang before you, a wave of some unknown emotion washed over you, a sensation you had never experienced before in your life. Maybe it was a mixture of confidence and complete exhilaration, or it could have possibly been caused by a blend of both excitement and assurance, but whatever it was practically forced you into executing an action you had only previously day dreamed of doing.

Before you were even able to comprehend what your body was compelling you to do, your compulsions completely took over each and every one of your morals and thoughts as your hands quickly teleported to the hem of your shirt.

Your finger tips rested comfortably beneath the edge of your top, slightly gripping onto the fabric as you awaited the perfect moment to execute your plan. Your eyes remained glued upon the tall man before you, admiring the way his hair bounced and swayed upon his head, the manner in which sweat glistened and sparkled upon his body, and the way his passionate eyes gleamed within the bright stage lights. Your vision stuck to the male until he arrived before you.

He was positioned right within the middle of the stage, located only inches in front of you. He was so close you, swore you could have reached out and touched him if you had truly desired. However, you were aware of the variety of burly guards placed around the venue that would be quick to punish you for your actions if you had done so.

So, you decided upon the next best option.

The world seemed to move within slow motion within that moment, whilst you observed the singers eyes slowly travel down towards the crowd cheering beneath him. Before you could even really contemplate exactly what you were about to do, your hands developed a mind of their own as you lifted your shirt.

Within that instance, it felt as though time had came to a complete halt and the environment around you had fell totally silent. Although you were aware of the fact that not a singular person surrounding you had any idea what was going on, due to how focused upon the music they were and their positions placed behind you, you were simply unconcerned with the idea of anyone else spotting you. You were currently flashing your breasts in front of Serj Tankian, an event you had only dreamed of during rather late and sleepless nights, you didn't care if anyone else saw your actions.

The night air was cold as it danced across your naked breasts, causing your exposed nipples to immediately perk up as a reaction to the chilly wind. As the crowd behind you continuously jumped and danced to the music, your frame was shook back and forth, your stomach repeatedly slamming against the metal guard rail before you. The reality that you were continuously being shaken and pushed around by the individuals placed around you caused your tits to bounce and jiggle upon your chest. Although you had only revealed yourself for a matter of seconds, it had felt like an eternity within your mind.

Furthermore, your actions did not go unnoticed by the famous musician.

Just as his music had placed you within a trance, your beautiful breasts had hypnotized the singer. Sure, he had observed his fair share of tits throughout his life time, and many women had thrown their bras at him or screamed his name in ecstasy during his shows, but something about your display of pure desire was different. Maybe it was the confidence plastered across your face, or your unconcerned attitude. But, whatever it was had caught the attention of the singer.

After about two seconds of revealing yourself to the musician before you, you swiftly yanked your top back down, successfully concealing your breasts once more.

Serj could not contain his excited giggle and impressed chuckles as he allowed a string of momentary laughter to erupt from his mouth. However, his actions were short lived before he quickly shook his head, as if he was removing himself from the current situation, before continuing to do his job and single the selected song.

Although the musician had quickly returned to his task of performing, his reaction of approval and delighted appreciation had not been disregarded by your mind. Although your body was trembling and your face had quickly morphed into a deep shade of crimson, your entire being was overpowered by exhilaration as a result of your risky actions and the singers concurrence.

From that moment on, the concert had morphed into an experience ten times better than you had ever encountered. You screamed for the male without hesitation, professing your love for him as if no one was around to hear, and both the confidence along with courage you had gained from such a perilous act only caused you to dance and jump to the music with much more passion and confidence.

You enjoyed the rest of the concert like you never had previously, as if this was the first show you had ever attended, high off of the exhilaration and excitable sensations you had received as a result of your lewd actions. You jumped to the beat, screamed along with the lyrics, and grinned until your face muscles began to sting. As much as you desired to join the mosh pit, you did not want to endanger the ownership you had enforced upon your favorite location.

You continued to furiously observe the celebrity for the entirety of the show, like he was a mysterious object you had never once laid eyes upon. You admired his sharp yet attractive features, adored his lean build, and favored the way his hands worked upon the microphone located within his palms.

Once the show had come to an end, after you had successfully covered yourself within sweat and officially been elbowed in the neck multiple times, your attention was quickly gained by a new subject.

After the band had concluded their concert with a thank you as they expressed their appreciation, and once they had successfully exited the stage, you were immediately called to by a security guard standing before you.

"Miss." A rather large man exclaimed within your direction, before you could even take one step towards the exit.

The man was tall, wide, and buff, his muscles visibly fighting against the confines of his shirt as he stood before you. His top was completely black, except for the white lettering plastered across his chest that read security.

A sensation of dread immediately overflowed within your gut as you turned to face the intense officer. Your brain seemed to launch a thousand thoughts at you within a second, wondering if you were being stopped for your previous actions. Were they going to inflict some sort of punishment upon you for inappropriately exposing yourself? You were suddenly terrified of getting in trouble and genuinely regretted your previous actions.

"Im sorry, but you must come with me." He explained, his voice monotone and his face expressionless as he extended a hand towards you, offering to help you over the fence located between the two of you.

Of course the circumstance regarded you flashing the singer, what the fuck else could it revolve around. You literally exposed your breasts to a famous musician just trying to perform his job. What the hell had you been thinking?

Suddenly, all of the previous confidence and exhilaration you had acquired completely vanished as you clasped onto the mans hand. Utilizing extreme force, the security guard hauled you over the railing, basically lifting you over the fence with a singular arm before your feet met the ground once more.

Anxiety both quickly and effortlessly took complete authority over both your body and thoughts. Your hands quivered and your breath became unsteady as followed the security guard. Your face was burning hot as you wondered exactly where the man was leading you and what sort of punishment you were sure to face as a result of your actions.

You accompanied the officer into the building located behind the venues stage. He lead you through many different hallways and dimly light corridors in complete silence. His utterly unknown thoughts terrified you during every second of your adventure. Where was he bringing you? Was his mad? Was he upset? Or is this just how security guards were trained to behave?

However, every one of your nervous inquiries would be answered within seconds as the guard suddenly halted before one of the doors placed against the concrete wall. He brought a closed fist up to the secured door before releasing multiple repetitive knocks upon the wood, slamming his knuckles against the door in an attempt to alert whoever was located inside. Your ears perceived a muffled response from within the room before the guard began to unlatch the door before you.

The voice was much too warped and faint for you to decipher the owner behind the resonance. As the man slowly opened the door, you momentarily wondered and feared exactly who would be revealed within the room. You imagined the police already awaiting your arrival, or more security guards about to give you a serious talk regarding your actions, as if you had morphed back into a teenage girl being yelled at by her parents once more.

However, each and everyone of your idea were quickly disproven.

The scene revealed before you was much different than you had anticipated. You were not being lead into some dark and dingy room with a singular chair, a metal table, and a faint light swinging from the ceiling. Instead, your eyes were met with the view of a comfortably decorated and rather expensive dressing room. There was red carpet varnishing the floor, multiple warm lights set up around the room, a crystal clear mirror situated against the wall accompanied by a matching chair, and a suede couch located within the left side of the area.

Furthermore, you had not encountered a tough appearing cop, decorated with many scars and an unsettling eyepatch, like your childish brain had previously imagined.

Instead, your eyes instantly landed upon the silhouette of Serj Tankian situated upon the soft maroon sofa.

Once vision had successfully connected with the display of the beloved musician located before you, you were suddenly overwhelmed by sensations of intimidation and anxiety. The male was comfortable positioned upon the furniture, one leg placed comfortably upon the other, appearing as if he had been awaiting your arrival.

His beauty and charm was striking. His dark eyes were tender and warm, his dark hair perfectly accented his features, and his skin gleamed flawlessly within the yellow lighting. You were frozen within your place, like some sort of obsessed fan, as you observed the handsome man before you.

Once the officer had perceived your cowardly reaction, the large man placed a firm palm upon your lower back before lightly ushering you forwards, attempting to guide your both astonished and completely still figure further into the room. Once your heavy feet had sent you sailing a few paces across the carpet, the security guard stated that he would now leave you the two of you alone. Serj thanked him profusely and the officer had disappeared back down the corridor within seconds, the heavy wooden door slamming closed firmly behind him.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a thick and menacing silence once the two of you were officially solitary. You were unsure the correct manner in which to behave; were you expected to fawn over him, apologize profusely, or simply shut the hell up? You weren't exactly informed. However, the musician thankfully guided the interaction by allowing a slight grin to inch across his lips.

Serj greeted you with a both wide genuine smile, his eyes squinting almost completely and his cheeks appearing jolly, a delightful display you had only ever observed within magazines or upon your television screen. Although he was behaving extremely welcoming and kind, you were still completely frozen within your place.

You were overcome with sensations of embarrassment, anxiety, and pure irrational fear. It felt weird actually having to interact with the man you had lusted after for years and quite literally flashed just moments prior. Your mind had only ever regarded him as some sort of fictional man upon the television screen or an unattainable character exhibited within magazines, like he was some sort of creature from a different universe. It felt odd actually interacting with him alone.

Following a few moments of awkward silence, it was as if your soul had suddenly been forced back into your body as all of your common sense and manners flooded your mind. The memory of the correct way to behave swiftly appeared within your mind as you began to express your regret.

"Im so so sorry, that was really rude and immature of me." You explained, your words escaping you quickly as you stumbled over your sentence.

The musician let you finish, watching you with kind eyes as you blabbered in complete and utter embarrassment. It was as if the singer had been thoroughly trained regarding how to politely and kindly respond to an overwhelmed fan, due to the fact that he did not once interrupt you or flash an expression of disgust or annoyance. Once your wave of explanations and apologizes came to an end, the male finally spoke.

"No, its okay. Really." He responded, his voice soft and his tone calm.

His reply had caught you completely off guard. You had expected the man to jump from his seat and lecture you about the inappropriate gesture of flashing him during his set. To yell at you about how immature and stupid such an action was. However, he remained seated before you, his expression warm and his stance both calm and welcoming.

"Oh." You responded, unsure of how else to react as a sensation of confusion and surprise flowed through your entire blood stream.

You had expected the celebrity to be overcome with anger, to resent you and scream at you. However, he appeared to be executing the exact opposite reaction. He seemed to be almost thanking you? The musician remained peaceful before you, completely unaffected by the entire odd and unusual situation as he continued to smile at you.

"Sit with me." He finally added, patting the open space located to his right.

Genuinely astonished by the current events unfolding, you bashfully agreed. Your response of compliance revealing itself in a much more awkward and nervous manner than you had initially anticipated. The man you had secretly touched yourself to the thought of and repeatedly fantasied about was currently requesting that you accompany him upon the sofa, how were supposed to react calmly?

You sat upon the free cushion of the couch, the suede sofa was comfy and the piece of furniture was extremely soft. The plush fabric caressed your exposed skin and fluffy material attempted to swallow your figure as you sunk into the couch. The object was much more comfortable than the couch you currently owned with your home, so relaxing in fact, it almost made you instinctively lay your head back against the edge of the couch and attempt to fall into a deep slumber. However, the completely odd and unfamiliar circumstances caused you to remain stiff, rigid, and anxious within your seat upon the sofa.

"I see you at my concerts all the time. You're always right up front." Serj stated, respectfully turning to face you.

Up close, he was absolutely breath taking. His straight nose was perfect, his brown eyes were deep and captivating, and his skin was completely flawless. His hair appeared extremely fluffy, and you found yourself contemplating exactly what it would feel like gliding through the grasp of your fingers.

His sheer amount of respect and manners towards one of his fans was shocking. You would think that most celebrities would act as if they were better than everyone else, like they were on a higher level compared to their fans. However, within that moment, Serj was talking with you and holding eye contact as if you were one of his equals, like you were the famous one, rather than himself.

"Oh, uhm yeah, Im a big fan." You said, your voice trembling and your words appearing nervous.

The male's grin only grew wider as a response to your statement, as if he received some sort of delight and amusement from your sentence.

"I could tell." He chuckled, obviously alluding to your previously bold and confident actions.

You instinctually giggled as you recognized his reference. You understood that he was subtly mentioning your prior gesture, and obvious sign of just how big of a fan of his you were. The chuckle that erupted from you was girlish, a foolish giggle that you had been rather embarrassed of as soon it escaped from the confines of your mouth.

If you could view the way you were behaving from an outside perspective, you would have cringed so hard before hiding your vision within your palms. Until that moment, you had never understood what sort of spell civilians seemed to be captured within whenever a celebrity arrived. You always scoffed at the way girls fawned over celebrities upon reality television shows, and you almost seemed to judge those who tried to act cute and attractive for their famous crushes. You had always believed that you would behave with much more dignity and maturity if you had ever found yourself within such a circumstance. However, within that moment, you were acting like an idiot controlled by an overwhelming amount of lust and attraction. You could not believe every smitten grin that appeared upon your lips and you hated absolutely every second you acted like a crazy fangirl.

Once more, the room was filled with a deafening silence. The two of you continued to gaze upon each other, faces only mere inches apart as you sat side by side. You immediatly utalized this opprotunity to appreachate every little feature and characterstic littered across the males face, details you had never previouslt been close enough to percieve. You counted every single freckle, memorized each mole, and you studied each and every crease and wrinkle that adorned his face.

Furthermore, you perceived the way in which Serj adored your face and features as well; you observed the way the musician learned your eye color, introduced himself to each of your moles, and how he repeatedly gazed upon your face multiple times. Eventually, you noticed the males eyes glided down towards your lips, learning more about the hue they possessed and contemplating unknown ideas within his mind.

If this had been any other situation, you would have reacted very differently. For example, if this was just the events of a first date, you would have awkwardly laughed before attempting to further fill the awkward silence and avoid the hasty kiss. However, the current situation was very different. This was Serj Tankian, your celebrity crush was placed right before you whilst gazing at your mouth like a starving animal ready to pounce. Typically, you were against kissing someone very early into meeting them, but these were very different circumstances.

You decided to screw it and take yet another risk. You had already flashed the man and he had simply rewarded you with basically a one on one meet and great. What else did you have left to lose? You would rather die trying than not attempt anything at all. You could not fathom possibly letting a once in a life time opportunity slip from within your grasp.

You slowly brought your face closer to the males, only nearing him an inch. As a result of your actions, you perceived the musician happily excepted your advancements by replicating your actions, guiding his face closer to your own. Your eyes grew softer as your previously loud thoughts began to silence themselves. Although your heart had been racing, beating so loud within your chest you were sure Serj could hear it, you felt its pulsating begin to slow. Your manic heart began to calm as you settled into the situation. Everything within that moment felt so right, it was a situation you had been both preparing for and awaiting for years; you had rehearsed every thought, predicted each sensation, and practiced all of the possible motions, it was as if you had experienced this moment many times before. Every movement and emotion granted upon you arrived so effortlessly.

You observed the way the previous grin suddenly disappeared from upon the celebrities lips, quickly become replaced by a countenance of anticipation mixed with passion. The expression within his eyes alter into something much more pure and genuine, as he perceived just how serious the situation was advancing. His pupils were blown wide and his eyes gleamed with what you could only describe as pure desperation as the two of you inched closer each second. His mouth was left just slightly ajar, as if his lips were awaiting your touch whilst his vision repeatedly focused back and forth from your eyes to your own mouth.

The two of you grew closer together until your mouths connected, morphing into one. Your bodies invited each other into both a warm and passionate kiss, an embrace fueled by pure lust and desire. The initial kiss was soft and slow, as if his mouth was simply brushing against your own. You perceived the way his thick mustache caressed your upper lip and the manner in which his goatee danced against your chin.

His lips were gentle and plush, carefully pressing against your own whilst your chests compressed together. If you were not aware of the way he was attempting to win you over, and the fact that the two of you had just met only moments prior, your brain would have completely believed that this was true loves kiss. His movements were careful and his smooches were light, like the man had known you for years, treating you as if you weren't some random fan he had just met a few minutes before.

His initial kiss was soft and tender, yet, it evolved into something much more eager and desperate as he slowly began to alter the moment into a make out with session. His smooches were father past paced and sloppy as he became overcome by passion. You perceived the way in which his arms snaked around your torso, biceps dragging you closer towards his figure as he deepened each and every kiss.

Your heart had suddenly began racing once more, pounding against the male's chest as you were swiftly reminded of just how crucial and important such a situation was to you. Your lips began to move in sync as the two of you shared some of the most desperate and sloppy kisses you had ever experienced, practically attempting to consume each others mouths as a result of your desperation and complete craving for one another.

You felt as the singer released one of his arms from around your waist, slipping his palm between your two forms as he brought his hand up to your chest. His grasp was warm against your chest as he clutched a full palm full of your breast. The celebrity was careful with his movements, gently massaging your boob as his worked in precise motions. The pads of his digits rubbed meticulous circles around your erect nipple, an action that earned a soft moan from you.

The male appeared to greatly appreciate your expression of pleasure as he matched your groan with one of his own. The singer seemed to regard your vocalization as an invitation to harmonize with you, as if you had suddenly opened the gates into a situation much more serious and erotic. He began to repeatedly grunt into each and every kiss as his movements morphed into something much more eager and desperate, attempting to tug you closer and closer into his frame, as if he expected the two of you to fuse into one being.

Holy shit, Serj Tankian was inches away from you, kissing you, touching you, and slightly grunting against your skin. This had only ever occurred within your wildest of dreams. Your mind seemed to be spiraling, unable to focus upon one aspect of the situation. One moment, your thoughts would be captivated by the way he desperately made out with you, the next, your brain would be completely focused upon the manner in which he whimpered slightly against your lips. You desperately wanted to memorize every occurrence and event that appeared, but your mind simply could not keep up.

For a brief moment, the musician pulled away, breathing rapidly and eyes quickly glancing between your own irises and your plush lips. However, he did not remove himself from the situation by scooting his body away from you, he remained compressed against you, chest heaving against your own as he hesitated before you. It seemed as though he appeared desperate and ready for the following kiss, but a thought was nagging within his brain.

"Have you ever done this before?" Serj questioned, his tone low and hoarse as he quickly returned to the previous task of mauling you with kisses.

You smiled into the embrace, grinning against his lips in response to his question. You rewarded the male with another batch of smooches before attempting to respond to his inquiry. However, you could not seem to escape; Serj was not done with you in that moment, and he would allow you to answer once he was ready for his mouth to release you.

After about fifteen to thirty more seconds of passionately kissing one another, the male finally allowed to respond, pulling his head away from your own as he anticipated your answer. However, his vision remained glued upon your lips, his raged breaths splaying themselves across your skin.

"Duh." You giggled, returning to the previous task of embracing each other.

The musician was obviously not pleased with your answer. This time around, once you returned to the make out session, he only decorated you with a few short pecks before pulling away in order to further the conversation. His face supported a sly smile as he stared upon you with an expression of pure delight, as if he was amused by your statement.

"No" he briefly chuckled before continuing his sentence "I meant, with a celebrity."

Suddenly, you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you for failing to understand exactly what the celebrity had conveyed within his message.

Technically, no, you had never participated within something like this shared with another celebrity. Sure, you had experienced a number of intimate partners, but you had never even interacted with a famous individual before. Let alone kissed and been fondled by one.

"Oh..." You paused as your eyes fell down towards your hands, fingers awkwardly fiddling with one another "Then no."

It felt odd to admit that Serj was your first experience with a celebrity. As the confession exited your lips, it felt as if you had informed the man that his had been your first sexual experience ever with a partner. You felt inexperienced and unqualified before the singer, like your statement was something to be ashamed of.

However, although Serj would never admit to it, he was honestly very pleased with your answer. He enjoyed the idea of being your first intimate experience with a famous individual, delighted with the thought of being engrained within your memories forever. To the male, this felt like something much more intimate and personal compared the many different occasions he slept with other fans who had practically fucked every musician on the surface of the planet.

"Thats okay, I can show you." He responded, bringing his face back to meet your own.

He continued to fondle your breasts as you entered a make out session once more. The kisses had evolved into something much deeper and intense than before. The two of you were slightly groaning into each others mouths as the pace of your kisses only quickened. You were firmly pressing your bodies against one another, as if you were attempting to morph together in order to receive any slight form of pleasure.

Suddenly, the male had removed his hand from your breast, gliding his palm down your abdomen until he made contact with the surface of your free hand. His hand was soft against your own, clutching your palm gently in order to guide your grasp towards his concealed dick. However, his skin was textured, flesh corse and rough as a result of the large mount of time he spent playing a variety of instruments and God only knows what else.

As soon as you understood what the man was implying, you pulled your lips away from his own, braking the kiss once more. Although your entrance was repeatedly pulsating and your thighs were rubbing together in search of discovering any form of slight pleasure, rather than desiring sex or anticipating the intimate touch of the man before you, you had something very different in mind.

You were hesitant to ask the question you so greatly desired, worried that you were interpreting the situation in the wrong manner and terrified of the idea that Serj would not be into your suggestion. However, the idea of possibly wasting your only chance at gaining what you had most deeply desired, you proceeded to inquire anyway.

"Can I blow you?" You asked, eyes meeting his own for a brief moment before darting back down towards your lap, attempting to avoid his reaction.

You had intended for your statement to sound more like a request or some sort of command, but due to your extreme nerves within that moment, your voice altered into something much more quiet and timid. Your request had come off as some sort of odd question, like you were asking if he was capable of getting his dick sucked.

Serj's face suddenly morphed into an expression of surprise and astonishment, completely shocked by your request. Many of the women the musician encountered didn't ask to take part within a much more intimate and personal activity, rather, they would jump right into sex, in order to proudly claim that they had slept with the one and only Serj Tankian. Within the celebrities mind, he often felt that many women only wanted him in order to check him off of some sort of list, like he was an object to brag about to their friends. However, the situation appeared much more different for you as you treated Serj as an intimate partner, rather than just an object.

"Well, we can have sex if you want. I can pleasure you too. Make you feel good." He responded, his vision momentarily focusing upon your plush lips before ultimately returning his focus to your eyes.

Within that moment, the male was concerned with the idea of you informing all of your friends of the fact that he was only interested within his own pleasure, the notion that you would spread propaganda regarding the musician as a self-centered asshole. Worried that you would completely alter the actual events of the circumstances. However, you insisted.

You smiled at the mans politeness, glad that he seemed nice enough to offer to pleasure you as well. But in all honesty, blowing the man was something that you had been dreaming of for years at that point. You wanted to prove your abilities and loyalty to the man before you, to some how implant the memory of you within his brain. And the only way you could think to do that was by offering something he most likely didn't receive from most of his desperate fans.

"No, this is what I want." You stated, your words coming off much more confident and assured compared to your previous statements "Besides, I feel bad for flashing you."

Serj released a genuine laugh in response to your seemingly outrageous statement.

"Oh God, no, don't feel bad. Im glad you did so, I feel great." He said, his tone enthusiastic and joyful, his energetic confession making you giggle.

You quickly planted a final peck upon the males lips before exiting your position upon the soft couch. You slid off the edge of the sofa like water before crawling across the fluffy carpet in order to ultimately position yourself between the males legs. Once you had situated yourself before the man, kneeling upon your knees beneath him, you gazed up towards the singer through heavy lids. Serj perceived your inspection of him as seductive and arousing, his hard cock fighting against the confines of his pants as he observed your lust filled eyes and your subtly eager expression. You carefully brought your fingers up to his zipper, attempting to appear as alluring and tempting as possible, teasing the man by tracing the outline of his zipper before ultimately undoing his pants.

You dragged his zipper down between your finger tips, gently yanking at his waist band in order to make just enough space for you to work with his cock. Although you were basically foaming at the mouth as you awaited the big reveal, something you had been pondering upon and imagining for years, Serj suddenly stopped you once more.

"Wait." He exclaimed, causing your eyes to quickly flash up towards his face.

His expression appeared much more nervous and hesitant than before, his eyes awkwardly avoiding your scrutiny and his digits anxiously fiddling with the fabric of the couch placed beneath him. His unsure features and his shy expression, something you had yet to observe, only further interested you.

"Can you take off your shirt again?" He inquired.

You smiled towards the male, flattery entering your system rewarded with the knowledge that he had previously enjoyed the sight of your exposed breasts during his performance. You did as he requested, swiftly transferring your palms to the hem of your shirt before quickly removing your top and tossing it to your side, out of your vision.

"You like what you saw?" You asked, teasing the male as your hands returned to his crotch.

His erect cock was still shielded by his underwear. However, every detail and curve of his dick was still extremely perceptible within your grasp, due the thin fabric his boxers were crafted with. His member was heavy within your hands, weighing your wrists down ever so slightly as you teased his cock. Your palms subtly stroked his member, feeling the texture of his smooth skin and pulsating veins hidden beneath his underwear.

"Oh yes." He exclaimed as he settled into the couch, utilizing the same tone of enthusiasm he had supported previously as he became eager to receive your following motions.

You licked your lips as you pulled his hard cock from the confines of his boxers. His member was currently flushed by a hue of crimson, a result of his pure desire and overpowering arousal. The surface of his dick was littered with many different veins, moles, and other blemishes. Although a large portion of his pubic area was still concealed by his underwear, you could easily perceive the dark collection of hair adorning the base of his cock. The hair was maintained just like you preferred, not too short but not out of control as if he spend a lot of his time trimming and shaping his pubic hair.

His cock was lengthy by the sight of it, large within your grasp. As you wrapped your hands around the base of his shaft, a large portion of the top of his dick continued to peek out from the confines of your fingers. You truly wondered if this was a task you would be able to handle, however you could not back down now.

You steadily brought your mouth down to his aching member, his tip being greeted by your tongue first. You began by swirling your mouth around the head of his cock, firmly coating a thick layer of saliva upon his soft tip, an action that rewarded you with a deep groan from the male. You followed your instinctive gestures by licking sopping strips down the length of his shaft, attempting to prepare his dick to enter your mouth. You soaked his flesh as much as possible, aiming towards removing any sort of dry skin in order to avoid unwanted friction, undesirably parched sections that would be tough for your mouth to work with.

Once you had successfully glazed his member in a pleasing layer of moisture, you finally engulfed his cock within your mouth. You slowly inched your way further down his dick second by second, every section you covered gained you a sweet whimper from the singer before you. After his shaft was completely concealed within your throat, successfully devouring his member, your nose encountered the barrier of his lower abdomen, informing you that you had met the end of his shaft.

His member was stuffed entirely within your mouth, the head of his dick poking the back of your throat as the smooth skin of his shaft rubbed against your uvula. His pure size and the action of his member fighting against your gag reflex caused you to fight back any signs of struggle. You did not want to appear either inadequate or ill-equipped for the task before you, so you calming inhaled through your nose, attempted to relax both your mind and your throat in order to continue your actions.

After you had slowly devoured his entire member and your nose met the patch of hair adorning the base of his cock, Serj rewarded you with yet another moan of pleasure. The singer was very aware of the fact that most women were unable to completely engulf his dick. Yet, here you were, appearing to complete the task at hand without a single challenge or disagreement.

Once you had successfully relaxed and no longer fought against your gag reflex, you slowly began to repeatedly bob your head up and down. The pleasuring sensations the musician gained from your moist strokes caused him to twitch and pulsate against your lips.

Whilst Serj observed your bobbing head below him, watching the way your hair fell upon your shoulders and the manner in which your breasts bounced with each motion, he knew he wouldn't be able to last long. This situation felt much more intimate and passionate then most others he had shared with a fan. Although most of the groupies he encountered chased their own pleasure, simply seeming to use him as some sort of gain or achievement, you appeared much more determined and intent before him. As if you were attempting to display your extreme loyalty to the male by focusing specifically upon his own acquirement of pleasure.

With each stroke you granted the male, every twirl of your tongue and all of the kitten licks you rewarded his tip with, the closer the singer came to his conclusion. You were quickly made aware just how near the celebrity was to his finish as you felt one of his large palms embrace the back of your head. Utilizing the force of his palm, the male assisted you with the task of correctly sucking his dick. With the company of his hand, Serj some how seemed to force himself further down your throat, an action that brought unplanned tears to your eyes, completely blurring your vision.

Following the guidance of his hands, the singer erupted with a string of obscenity. From above you, the male was mumbling swears along with lust filled sentences such as "Fuck yeah, just like that baby." And "God, youre doing so well."

As he neared his conclusion, he began to lift his waste from its position upon the couch, further pressing his hips into your mouth, his dick was some how forced deeper down your throat. You weren't even aware of how that was possible. With a final group of whimpers, moans, and curses, the celebrity finally came into your mouth.

As he spilled into your throat, you perceived just how warm and thick his cum was. The taste was salty yet somehow sweet, and the texture was viscous and sticky. Your immediate reaction was to swallow his offering with pure delight and joy. How were you possibly expected to reject the male by either spitting his cum upon the floor or yanking your head away within the last moment.

After the male had finished, his breath jagged and his chest heaving, his skin successfully coated with a layer of sweat once more, you slowly pulled his member from your mouth. Although you had attempted to move as carefully as possible, loosening your lips as much as you could manage, the sensation of your wet mouth gliding against his sensitive cock pulled a hiss of displeasure from within the confines of his throat.

Whilst Serj carefully situated his delicate and worn dick back into the confines of his bottoms, you quickly collected your top and concealed your exposed breasts beneath the fabric of your shirt once more. You crawled across the floor before finding yourself placed beside the male once more. The musician extended his arm outwards as he allowed you to rest your head upon his chest. A very intimate and personal gesture you had not expected.

For a few moments, the two of you sat silently; Serj rested his head upon the edge of the couch whilst his caught his breath, whilst you allowed your spent jaw to relax and your tired eyes to rest closed. You listened to the rhythmic beating of his trembling heart as he slowly regained his strength.

"Are you a groupie?" The singer suddenly asked, finally filling the tranquil silence.

You scoffed in response, not in a manner of offense but more in a reaction of surprise.

"No." You exclaimed, your tone filled with confusion yet amusment.

Serj hummed timidly in response, returning to his quiet state as he secretly worried that he had accidentally offended you. Prior to his inquiry, he had not considered his question to be a rather rude one, he was just curious. However, after a few moments of consideration, he concluded that his inquiry might have come off a lot more judgmental and condescending than he had previously considered.

However, once the room had become silent once more and you hesitated whilst regarding the logistics and reality of your current situation, you decided to change your answer.

"Well, I guess so. But Im just a groupie for you, only for you." You explained, smiling softly against the mans chest.

Your silly statement and laid back attitude regarding the entire situation flattered Serj. He perceived your comfortable mannerisms and honest statement as a compliment as he chuckled weakly in response.