Let It Rain

--- detailed sexual situations ---


Sir has tasked me with creating a week-long series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.


A loud crack of thunder startles me from my sleep. It's the middle of the night, and a major storm has moved in. i roll from my side to my back and try to calm my rapidly beating heart. i feel and hear Sir stirring next to me. Oh, no, i've woken Him. i didn't mean to. A flash of lightning lights up the room.

"i'm sor-" i start to say, but a BOOM of thunder drowns my voice. Sir shifts so that He is lying on His right side, facing the center of the bed. i feel His hand sliding across my stomach, and i shiver. i can't help it - His touch always pulls a reaction from me. His hand glides up the center of my chest and cups my breast, squeezing briefly, then His fingers begin to circle the nipple, the nails scraping across the peak, then pinching it. i flinch and gasp from the sharpness of the sting, and a second flash of lightning illuminates His face; i see that He is watching me. He pinches the nippple again, and it hurts, but the thunder sounds just then and my whine of discomfort is lost. His hand leaves my aching nipple and slides down my chest, over my stomach, down the top of my thigh. His breath is warm on my temple, and i shift my legs open a bit, to allow Him easier access. 

Sir dips His head and bites my shoulder - not terribly hard, not enough that it hurts, but i definitely feel the imprint of His teeth when He lifts His head. i am panting lightly and waiting, waiting, for His fingers to slip between my legs, to glide over the clit, to dip into His pussy....... but instead He merely trails His hand along the inside of my thigh, and shifts down on the bed a bit. Lighting splits the sky and Sir takes the other nipple into His mouth. His tongue laps over it, teasing it into a taut peak, and a spark of desire shoots through me. My muscles involuntarily tense, then relax, and i know Sir can feel the reaction of my body. i can feel myself growing damp, Sir's pussy preparing to accept Him. He bites at the nipple, then, and i flinch, because it hurts, but His tongue laps over it again and helps ease the sting. 

Thunder booms then, and i can hear the rain hitting the roof, and then Sir's fingers finally, finally stroke over His clit. Damn, but that feels good. My back bows up into His hand, seeking more contact, and He obliges, rubbing His clit and causing my desire to spike. Sir's pussy is flooding, those juices flowing freely, and i squirm and moan and feel myself growing closer to orgasm. Then Sir pulls His fingers away, lifting them to my lips, and i open my mouth and lap at His fingers, cleaning the juices from them, tasting my desire on His skin. Sir shifts His body until He lies on His back near the middle of the bed.

"I think it would be a very good idea for you to suck My cock," He says, and i scramble to my hands and knees and bend over Him. Lightning flashes into the room, letting me see exactly where His cock is, so i don't have to fumble. A crack of thunder sounds as i pull Him into my mouth. He is already half hard, and i take Him onto my tongue, sucking Him. He reaches with His hand and pulls at my leg, and i shift my body toward the head of the bed so that He can easily reach His pussy. i brace myself on one hand and use the other to cup His balls, cradling them in my palm. My head bobs along His cock, my tongue sliding along His length, and then He presses two fingers deep into His pussy. God! i love that. i moan around His cock, and my hips push back against His fingers.

He begins to finger-fuck me, pumping His fingers into me, and i grow wetter and wetter. i start sucking Him harder, almost desperately, working to bring Him to climax, if He'll allow it. His fingers thrust harder, deeper, more forcefully, rocking my body forward with every thrust, pushing into me so hard it borders on being painful. i can hear the squelch of the wetness on His fingers, and i shift my knees farther apart, opening myself even further to Him. Sir's hips snap up, pushing His cock to the back of my throat, and tears come to my eyes as i gag and choke on Him. Lightning flares into the room, followed almost immediately by a peal of thunder, but i'm barely aware of it; i am consumed by Sir, by His cock and His fingers and His demands. The steady beat of the rain on the roof is merely a dull background noise.     

Sir pulls His fingers free and places His hand flat on my upper back, pressing me down, forcing me to take more of His cock. i gag and choke again, and He relaxes His arm a little, enough that the gagging eases. i wrap my hand around the base of His cock and pump Him, still sucking Him even as i stroke Him. i feel His body tensing below me, His cock swollen and hot and full and so, so hard. His fingers dig into my shoulder and He groans, the only warning i have before He cums, spilling Himself into my mouth. i swallow and swallow and swallow, making sure i don't miss any, and eventually He relaxes, easing back down on the bed. i don't let His cock go yet, though, continuing to suckle him gently as His cock pulses weakly, lapping up every drop He produces; i don't want to waste His gift. With a quiet sigh, His fingers fall away from my shoulder, and with a couple last licks, i clean His cock completely.

A flash of lightning illuminates the room, and He pulls me down on my back beside Him, rolling to His side again. His hand reaches between my legs and strokes His clit again, then delves inside His pussy. Thunder peals, and the rain lashes the roof as i cry out and arch up and try to ride His fingers. As He strokes and thrusts and pumps, He talks to me, affirming His ownership, and i gasp and moan and say, "YES, Sir! This slut belongs to you, and only you." i am trembling, nearly wild with desire, being held on the edge, and it's painful but i kind of like it at the same time. My head tosses from side to side, and i bite my lip, grimacing with the effort of denying my climax. 

Sir bends His head again, nipping at the side of my neck, then places His lips to my ear and whispers, "Cum. Now." His permission means i can let go, and i surrender to the storm churning in my body, and comply. My orgasm rips through me, my voice a drawn-out wail as i ride out my climax. When it eases, i collapse to the bed, panting. My heart thunders in my ears more loudly then the thunder peals outside. Sir pulls His fingers from my body, and as i open my mouth, a muted flash of lightning reveals that He is watching me. i clean His fingers then, curling my tongue around them, sucking them. The storm outside has moved past; the lightning is weak, and the thunder is quiet, distant. Even the rain has eased, now nothing but a faint, uneven tapping on the roof. Sir settles down and slips into sleep, and i follow shortly after, my body relaxed and sated, my mind and heart content.