Keys

Today is just another one of those days. Hot. Humid. There's no air conditioning and the open windows provide no real relief. I'm standing at my kitchen sink, washing the dishes from this afternoon's lunch- vegetarian, of course- when I hear the music begin. I smile to myself, knowing that, once again, Serj is sitting at my old upright piano, as he usually does when he visits. He's playing softly, the jazz melody lilting and playful. He begins to hum along, his voice sweet and sensuous. I pause and listen, closing my eyes. I feel a drop of sweat trickle down my neck, and disappear into my cleavage. I let out a long, slow sigh as the music washes over me.
Now the song becomes louder. I no longer hear Serj's voice. Opening my eyes, I pull my hands out of the water and dry them on a colorful towel. I walk softly in my flip-flop sandals towards the entryway of the living room. He's hunched over the keys, his nimble fingers dancing effortlessly upon them. He sways and nods his head to the rhythm. The music's tempo begins to change, becoming more dramatic, almost violent. His lips are pressed tightly together and his brow furrows in concentration as the piece builds in its intensity. I close my eyes again, briefly, as the chords caress, stimulate me. Reopening my eyes, I gaze at Serj's profile again. Locks of his luxuriant curls have fallen over his eyes in damp tendrils, and his lips are now parted. His skin glistens with perspiration. I begin to wonder if that's how he looks in the heat of passion. An image flashes in my mind...Serj hovering over me, thrusting with all his might, his face a mask of ecstasy...I feel a quivering deep inside me, and my pussy floods in response. I hear myself gasp.
At that moment, he glances over at me, smiling faintly--did he hear it too? He continues to play, his voice ringing out again. The music pounds faster and faster, culminating in a stunning climax. Then all is silent. Serj gazes expectantly at me with those piercing brown eyes.
A breathless "Wow..." is all I can manage.
Serj smiles and gracefully extends his hand toward me. "Come here," he whispers.
I awkwardly move in his direction, my eyes locking with his. When I reach his seated form, he takes me by my hands and pulls me toward him. He softly pats his knees. "Have a seat," he grins.
I move around so that I stand, straddling his lap. He gently pushes up the hem of my sundress, his fingers making contact with my exposed thighs. A shiver travels up my spine. Gasping again, I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. No longer smiling, he grasps my hips and lowers me onto his lap.
Serj's hands travel upwards to my full breasts, rubbing them through the fabric of my dress and bra. He grips them tighter, and leans in to kiss my mouth, his hot tongue pushing its way inside. I respond in kind. His hands come up to the buttoned-up neckline of my sundress, his fingertips light as butterfly wings on my skin. Suddenly, he yanks open the top of my dress, causing buttons to fly everywhere. Caught off guard, I inhale sharply, my heart racing with a mix of fear and desire. He shoves my bra up and my tits are gloriously exposed. He grabs them again, squeezing them together. His pink tongue darts out to taste one nipple, then the other. He buries his face into my tits, his stubble scraping across my flesh as he suckles, licks, nuzzles, and inhales. Then his lips return to mine, kissing me hard, lightly biting my bottom lip. His breathing becomes ragged.
"Your bra, take it off," he commands quietly. He watches as I slip my arms out of the straps of my dress, then my bra, and push them both down around my waist. "Good girl," he says, "Now I want you to get on this bench."
So we both get up. Serj moves the bench slightly to make a little more space, then stands in front of the piano. He motions for me to sit in front of him. I comply, staring up at his handsome face.
"Take me into your mouth," he orders.
I reach out to untie the drawstring of his denim pants, then I push them down to his ankles. I gently lower his boxers to free his engorged dick. It's beautiful, erect and proud. Long, but not too long, and thick, capped with a plump, plum-shaped head, slightly tinted purple. I wrap one hand around the veined shaft, slowly stroking up, down, up, down, increasing the pressure only slightly. A clear drop of precome forms at the tip. My tongue sweeps over it, ever so softly, then lightly pokes at the slit. Then it dances teasingly in circles around his glans as my other hand begins to caress his big balls, running my fingertips over the dark hairs. He moans softly, and his breathing becomes more rapid. I gently take his cockhead into my hot mouth, alternating between sucking and nibbling, causing him to moan louder.
"Take it....take it all..." he pleads.
I slowly engulf his throbbing member in my eager mouth. I feel it enter the back of my throat, my nose nuzzling his thick, dark pubic hair. The scent of musk and sweat fill my nostrils. I pull back as far as I can, until only the very tip of his cock is in my mouth, then plunge back down.
"Ahhhh, fuck!" Serj growls. He pulls out of my mouth and begins to rub his saliva covered erection all over my breasts. He begins to slowly tit-fuck me, his cock feeling like velvet-covered steel. He grinds his hips a few more times, then brings his rod back to my lips. "Suck it," he breathes.
I take him back into my mouth, sucking earnestly, bobbing my head up and down. Serj grasps the back of my head, controlling the pace. His rasping breaths seem to echo throughout the house. My own hands are busy by this time, caressing and tickling his scrotum. I can tell he's getting close. He groans deeply and thrusts in and out of my slurping mouth as I start to tickle his anus with my index finger. This sends him over the edge, and he comes with a series of moans, clutching the back of my head, his bittersweet come pouring down my throat. I swallow every drop.
Serj collapses against the piano, his hands landing on the keyboard, a peal of discordant notes ringing out. After a moment, he pulls me up and makes me stand at the piano. "Your turn," he says playfully to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief, as we switch positions. He makes me sit against the keyboard, more noisy notes echoing out. He lifts my dress and spreads my thighs, placing my feet on the bench on either side of him. He looks at my swollen, wet cunt, then back up at my face, arching an eyebrow.
"Well, well, look what we have here," he teases, "I see somebody is already dripping. We'll just have to do something about that, won't we?" With that he slips a thumb into my slick hole, spreading my honey onto my clit, then slips his index and middle finger deeply inside me, and begins to massage at my G-spot, while his thumb massages circles on and around my clit. I gasp and let out a long low moan, "Mmmmmmmm......"
"That's my girl," he purrs, "Show me how much you love it...How much do you want it?"
"Oh, God, I want it so much..." I whimper, panting.
"Do you want me to make you come?"
"Yes...yes..." I whisper.
"Beg for it...I want you to beg me to make you come," he commands, "Let me hear it...."
I don't say anything at first, because I'm so busy moaning, my eyes shut tight, caught up in his sweet attack.
"Beg me!" Serj rasps. "Come on, let me hear it...."
"I want you to make me come."
"Say it...come on, say it...just one little word..." his words come out as more of a plea than a demand, as his fingers carry me to the brink.
"Please!" I cry out. "Pleasepleasepleasepleeeease....."
Serj's fingers thrust harder and faster until I come with a cry and a gush, my pussy muscles clutching his fingers. He keeps pushing them in and out more and more slowly and gently until I'm calm, then he pulls them out of me, slippery with my juices, bringing them to my lips for a taste. I open my mouth and he gently pushes his fingers in, thrusting in and out. I taste myself on his fingers, gently sucking. He flashes a triumphant grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling. A drop of sweat slips down from his left temple, along his dark sideburn, then falls from his jaw. He pulls his fingers away and leans in for another kiss, brutal and impatient. His mouth moves from my lips to my neck, his goatee tickles me.
"Now it's my turn to taste you," he purrs in my ear, "Look only into my eyes. I want to watch your face when you come. Understood?"
"Yes..." I whimper, nodding.
He lowers himself back onto the bench. "Don't take your eyes off of me..." he reminds me, then lowers his head to my hungry snatch as I struggle to keep my balance on the piano. I feel his hot, wet tongue circle around my love button, his eyes still fixed on my own. I moan softly. Then his tongue begins to run up and down my slit, stopping to play with my labia, then slithers its way into my hole. I can feel myself dripping.
"Ooooooh, yeah, Oh, baby. God, that feels incredible...." I groan. Panting, I reach down, tangling my fingers into his damp hair, and without thinking, I close my eyes. He stops licking.
"Look at me...." he warns.
My eyes pop back open. Serj is staring at me, his smiling mouth wet with his saliva and my juice.
"That's better," he says, then goes back to work, pressing his face into my quim, stabbing his tongue in deep. His slightly pointed nose nuzzles my clit, and his beard rubs tantalizingly against my ass as his fingers start to dig into my trembling thighs. I hear him moaning as he tongue-fucks me harder and faster. I struggle to maintain eye contact as I start to come, grunting and spasming uncontrollably, which causes one of my sandals to fall off. Serj gives me one last languorous lick, then stands back up, taking off my other shoe and flinging it aside. He stares down at me, his entire face and neck soaked with sweat and my own wetness, with drops of moisture mingling with the silver strands in his goatee. He licks his lips slowly, enjoying the effect his teasing has on me. He pulls off his now soaked T-shirt, revealing his slender torso. I reach up to caress his chest, running my fingertips over the lush mat of hair. He reminds me of a lion, powerful, regal, with his disheveled mane and the gleam of animal lust in his eyes. His swollen cock juts out at me. And I want it. Now.
"Fuck me, Serj. Please, fuck me," I plead, digging my nails into his shoulders. He lays an index finger on my lips, shaking his head.
"Shhhhhh....patience, my pet." His words send a quiver of anticipation through me.
He grabs his cock at the base and begins to rub the head against my dripping snatch, then pushes it inside, ever so slowly. He pulls out completely, then pushes back in, just a little further, then pulls back out, rubbing his cockhead all over my aching clit. I writhe and moan, desperate to put an end to this delicious torment.
"Turn around," Serj orders. I deliberately hesitate, staring defiantly up at him. He clutches my shoulders and spins me around forcefully, nearly causing me to lose my balance. I let go of my dress, which falls to the floor around my feet, placing my hands on the keyboard to steady myself. More chaotic chords echo from the instrument. He leans into me, crushing me against the piano. I can feel his erection wedged between my bare buttocks. He forcefully grabs my chin, turning my face toward him.
"Well, aren't you the rebellious one," he teases, "We'll just have to do something about that, too." He grabs my hands and lays them on top of the piano. "Hold on to that, and bend over. I want to see your ass." I do as he tells me, but I arch my back and grind my hips, taunting him with a smug smile. He again cocks an eyebrow. He touches my thighs, gently stroking with his fingertips, pressing his hips into mine. I can feel his hot breath in my ear. Serj then delivers a sharp, stinging slap to my ass, causing me to yelp in surprise.
"That's for disobeying," he says, then strikes me again, even harder. I moan this time. "Oh, you like that," he growls, "That one was for teasing me."
He grasps my hips and shoves his huge cock inside me from behind, stretching me open. We groan simultaneously. He begins to fuck slowly, withdrawing, then slamming his way back inside. I undulate my hips impatiently.
"You want more, do you? You like feeling my big dick inside your hot little pussy," he moans. He pauses, then grabs a fistful of my hair, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "You like being my little whore, don't you? You like being my little fucking whore? Tell me, what are you?" He resumes thrusting.
"I'm your little fucking whore," I murmur.
"Louder," he commands as he moves faster.
"I'm your....little....fucking....whore," I moan with each lunge.
"That's my good girl...." he breathes.
Serj continues to pound into me deep and hard, the echoing slaps of our hips reminding me of the brief spanking he gave me. He lets go of my hair and loosely wraps his hand around my throat. He plays with my breast with the other hand, rolling and pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he starts humping even faster.
"You belong to me now...." he pants into my ear.
His words send me over the edge, and I come hard, contracting and gushing around his plunging cock.
"Serj....yeah, ahhh.... yesyesyes....ohhhh, fuuuuck!" I scream, grinding hard against him.
"Ohhh, yeah, oh, God, here it comes!" Serj groans, leaning back. He grunts with each powerful stroke until, with one final, brutal shove, he comes inside my pulsing cunt. I feel his cock twitch and his body convulse as he floods me with his jism. Blissfully spent, we lean against the piano, panting, dripping with sweat, among other things. He gently pulls out of me and places a lingering kiss on my shoulder.
"I'm never going to look at this piano the same way again," he laughs.
"Neither will I," I smile, "Mmmmm....that was mind-blowing."
"That it was," Serj grins, "You really seemed to enjoy being dominated like that."
"It would seem so," I sigh contentedly, then turned to look at him. "Did you mean that earlier, when you said I belonged to you?"
He gazes intently at me. "I always mean what I say, my pet. Next time we'll have lunch at my house. There are some things I'd like to show you....."