Captured in the Dark My Monsoon Night with the Photographer

The rain came down so hard that night it felt like the sky was trying to wash the whole city away. I stood outside the studio door already soaked to the skin. My name is Chahat. I am twenty years old and in my second year of art college. This photography session was for my portfolio. I had booked the place and the photographer online. His name was Rohan.

He opened the door and looked at me. His eyes moved down my wet shirt that clung to my breasts. Then lower to where the fabric of my skirt stuck to my thighs. Come in he said. Voice deep. You are soaked.

Inside the air was warm and smelled of paint and wood. The lights were still on then. I dried my hair with a towel he gave me but my clothes stayed wet and transparent in places. My nipples showed hard against the thin fabric. I felt a flush in my cheeks but also a throb low in my belly. Fuck the way he looked at me made my pussy start to get wet.

We set up the backdrop and lights. I posed as he directed. Move your arm. Tilt your head. Each time his fingers brushed my skin to adjust a fold or an angle the contact lingered a second too long. My skin burned where he touched. My pussy was getting damp. I could feel the wetness starting to slick between my legs. The humidity made everything feel thicker. My clit pulsed with every small movement of the fabric.

Then the power died. Sudden black. The rain noise filled everything. Only the faint light from the street outside the high windows remained and the glow of our phones.

Fuck he said soft. Generator is dead too. We can wait it out or keep going with what light we have. The storm light is dramatic.

I agreed. My heart was beating fast. In the dim light he asked if I was comfortable removing the wet shirt for better artistic shots of form and shadow. I hesitated only a moment. Yes. I wanted his eyes on me more than I wanted the photos.

I peeled the shirt off. The cool air hit my bare breasts. My nipples tightened more. He stared. Not professional anymore. Then he asked for the skirt too. I slid it down. Standing in just my wet panties. The fabric was stuck to my cunt outlining everything. The wetness had soaked through already. I could smell my own arousal mixed with the rain.

He stepped closer to adjust my pose. His hand on my waist. Then higher. Fingers brushing the underside of my breast. I gasped.

Sorry he said but his hand did not move away.

I looked at him. Do it again.

He cupped my breast fully. Thumb over the nipple. Pinching lightly. Pleasure shot straight to my clit. I moaned. My free hand reached for his chest. Felt the solid muscle under his damp shirt. I wanted more skin.

The next minutes blurred into pure hunger. His mouth on mine. Kissing hard. Tongue deep tasting me. Hands everywhere exploring. He pushed my panties down. I stepped out of them. Completely naked now. Fingers slid through the slick folds of my pussy. I was dripping. He found my clit and circled it with just the right pressure. My hips pushed against his hand. Fuck that felt good.

Fuck Chahat you are so wet he whispered against my lips. So fucking wet for me.

I reached for his pants. Opened them with shaky fingers. Pulled out his cock. Thick and hard already. The head was wet with precum. I stroked it up and down. Felt the heat and the weight of it in my palm. Thicker than I had imagined. The skin smooth over the hard shaft. My mouth watered at the sight.

I dropped to my knees on the studio floor. The cold concrete under me made me more aware of everything. Took him in my mouth. The taste of him salt and skin and a hint of rain. I sucked the head first swirling my tongue around the sensitive ridge. Then deeper. Bobbed my head taking as much as I could until he hit the back of my throat. His hands in my hair guiding gently. Groaning low. I felt him throb on my tongue. Spit ran down my chin and onto my breasts. I loved the mess of it. I used one hand to stroke the base while I sucked. My other hand cupped his balls. They felt heavy and tight.

He pulled me up after a while. Lifted me onto the table used for props. Spread my legs wide. Lowered his head between them. His tongue on my cunt. Licking long slow strokes from my entrance up to my clit. Then sucking the little nub hard. Fingers pushing inside me. Two then three. Stretching my tight hole. Curling against that spot deep inside that made my toes curl. I came hard. Thighs shaking around his head. Moaning loud into the dark. My juices flooding his tongue. He kept licking through it tasting every drop. Drinking me like he was thirsty.

Then he stood. Cock in hand still glistening from my mouth. Positioned at my entrance. Pushed in slow. The stretch burned good. Filling me inch by inch until he was buried deep. We both breathed hard. Feeling every ridge of him inside my tight wet pussy. The fullness made my eyes water a little. So good.

Then he started thrusting. Long deep strokes. The table creaked under us. My breasts bounced with each thrust. I wrapped my legs around him pulling him deeper. My nails dug into his shoulders.

Harder I said. Fuck me harder. Pound my pussy.

He did. Pounding into me relentless. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the rain outside. His cock hit deep every time. My clit rubbed against his body. Another orgasm built fast. I screamed as it hit. Clenching hard around him. My cunt milking his cock with strong pulses. Cream coated him.

He pulled out. Turned me over roughly. Bent me over the table. Entered me from behind. Even deeper this way. Hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. Fucking me hard. One hand reached around to rub my swollen clit in tight circles. I came again. Legs weak. Juices dripping down my thighs and onto the floor. The smell of sex was thick now. Rain and sweat and us.

He flipped me to face him. Lifted me easily. Fucked me standing against the backdrop. My back pressed to the fabric. Legs around his waist. Mouths open on each other sharing breath and moans. His cock slamming up into my dripping cunt. The stretch and the fullness perfect. I could feel every inch of him.

I am going to cum he growled against my neck.

Inside me I said. Fill my pussy with your cum. Claim it. Make it yours.

He thrust deep and held. Hot cum pulsed into me. Spurt after spurt of thick seed. Filling me until it leaked out around his cock and dripped down my thighs in warm trails. I came one more time from the feel of his hot load inside. Body shaking. Nails in his back.

We sank to the floor. Still joined. Breathing hard. Sweat and rain humidity mixing on our skin. His cum dripping from my cunt onto the floor between us. The smell of sex thick in the air. My pussy felt used and full and perfect.

The power stayed out. Rain kept falling hard. After a while he hardened again inside me. We started over. This time slower. Me on top riding him deep. Watching his face in the faint light as I took what I needed. My hands on his chest. His on my bouncing tits. Pinching nipples hard enough to sting. I ground my clit against him and came again. Juices coating his balls. Then he flipped us and fucked me hard missionary until he filled me a second time. Another thick load deep in my cunt.

I felt so full. His seed mixed with my cream. Every movement made more leak out. Fuck it was filthy and perfect. I told him I wanted him to lick me clean. He did. His tongue gentle at first then hungry again. He licked the cum from my pussy lips and clit until I was moaning and wet all over once more. Then he pushed two fingers back inside and fucked me with them while sucking my clit. I came hard on his face again. My thighs locked around his head. I could not stop shaking.

Later still against the wall near the window. My legs around him. Looking out at the rain while he pounded. The cold glass on my breasts made my nipples even harder. His cock slammed deep. Another orgasm ripping through me as he claimed me. I screamed his name into the storm. My voice lost in the rain. He came a third time deep inside. Holding me tight as he pulsed.

We rested again. Talking soft in the dark. He asked if this was crazy. I said yes but I did not care. My body had needed this. The loneliness of the city the pressure of college the empty nights. All of it poured out through my cunt onto his cock. He understood without many words. His hand stroked my hair. Then lower. Cupping my sore pussy gently. I arched into the touch.

He hardened for a fourth time. This one slow and deep on the floor. Missionary with my legs over his shoulders. He looked into my eyes the whole time. Whispered how tight and warm I felt. How he could stay buried in me forever. I came with a quiet cry. He followed soon after filling me again. By then my pussy was swollen and creamy and aching in the sweetest way.

When the first light of morning came gray through the windows we were still there. Bodies sticky and sated. My pussy ached in the best way. Full of him. Swollen and used. Cream still leaking slowly. I could feel the wetness every time I shifted.

I looked at him. This was not part of the project.

No he said with a tired smile. But the photos will wait. You are far more interesting.

I smiled back. My body already wanting more even as I felt his seed still leaking from me. The monsoon had washed away every last hesitation. I felt opened claimed and completely alive. My clit still throbbed. My thighs still shook. I knew I would think of this every time it rained.

I got dressed slowly in the damp clothes. He walked me to the door. Kissed me soft then hard. Whispered that next time we should plan for the power to stay out longer.

I left with his cum still inside me and the taste of him on my tongue. The city was still wet. My body hummed with every step. That monsoon night the photographer did not just take my photos. He fucked me open completely and I let him. I wanted more already.

My thighs felt the stickiness of our mixed fluids as I walked. My clit still pulsed with leftover pleasure. Every time the rain hit my face I thought of his tongue on me. His cock stretching me. The way he filled me until I overflowed. I smiled to myself under the gray sky. College projects could wait. This was the real lesson my body needed. Raw. Wet. Completely claimed by the storm and by him. I would go back. Next time I would not wait for the power to die. I would ask for it.