With the sun still above the horizon, a tired and young soul walks through the streets on the often traveled road home. This tired man’s name is, Roger. He was once full of potential and optimism for the future. After flunking out of college however, all that was left was fatigue and complacency. Everyone looked to Roger at one point as the best and brightest in his class, despite being no different from anyone else. Everyone imagined a grand future for him and he didn’t understand why. Maybe it was because he didn’t stand out much in the day to day or his quiet demeanor. All he knew is that there was know difference between him and anyone else, for better or worse.
“I don’t even remember the last time I was off of work this early.”, he thought to himself.
It was true. Working at the warehouse, Roger would take on the longer shifts that no one wanted so he would be by himself more often. He preferred it this way over working retail and having to answer whether or not the canned soup had gluten in it, or if the cream of mushroom had gluten, or if even the jerky had gluten. There was many an interrogation about gluten.
“What am I going to do with the extra time? Maybe I’ll finish writing that book, or maybe I’ll run a marathon? Nah, I’ll just do the same thing I do every night: Try to take over the world!”
Roger smirked at his own joke, knowing the real plan was more than likely going to be order some takeout, play some games, and/or watch one his usual shows. Despite that he’s been living at his apartment for going on two months now, he hasn’t really developed a social life beyond his coworkers who remained as such. Roger managed to make his way to his building while there was still light out, but not much. What little sunlight was left was accentuated by the streetlights turning on and the freckled lights pouring from building windows. Still, Roger had made it to the lobby of his old, yet comforting home, far before what he would be his norm.
“Excuse me, do you live here?”, a voice called out to Roger from the desk.
Roger looked over at the desk and seen the originator of the question. It was a woman wearing a hoodie and glasses. Roger knew he didn’t know everyone in the building, but she had to be new.
“Yes?”. Roger answered somewhat dumbfounded.
“Do you have your keys?”
“Yeah? How else would I have gotten in?”
“Let me see them. And your ID.”
Roger was becoming equal parts frustrated and confused. As he started digging in his pocket to pull out his wallet, another voice called out.
“You’re home early Rog, did you get fired?”
This voice, Roger knew. It belonged to Maddy, the building supervisor, landlord, and custodian.
“Despite my best efforts, not yet. I just managed to leave early.”
“Did you try dropping a big one in the boss’ coffee?”
“No can do, too much cheese in my diet.”
Maddy was very approachable, despite being the one who decided whether you sleep outside or not. She always wore her shoulder length hair pulled back and wore a sport tee. She wasn’t an athlete, but she says with how often something comes up around here she likes to be ready.
“I see you finally met Daphne.” Maddy gestured to the spectacled lady from earlier.
“I suppose so. Nice to meet you.”
Roger reached out to shake her hand. Daphne stood up to meet him and looked down at his hand to shake it. Daphne’s sudden height slightly took Roger off guard. She wasn’t a giant, but her height was definitely noticeable like her dark, black hair.
“Roger, this is Daphne. She’s helping out around here.”
“Hey, sorry for the third degree.”
“It’s fine, it’s your first day and you don’t want to mess up. I get it.”
“Actually, I’ve been here for three weeks now.”
“What?”
Maddy had to laugh at him.
“Rog, you usually get back here when the late shows are over. She’s never seen you. I only know you, because I interviewed you and I sometimes forget!”
All Roger could do was shrug in agreement. He had become so accustomed to being a night owl, he had forgot that life actually happens during the day.
“Besides, it’s better you two are introduced this way. I can only imagine what she would have done if she seen some stranger coming from nowhere trying to check the mail. I once seen this gal suplex a guy!”
“It wasn’t a suplex. I just broke up a fight and slipped on SOMEONE’S iced coffee that she spilled.”
“Daph, you practically picked him up like a kitten! She is deceptively strong, Rog!”
Roger started thinking that it probably was a better introduction. He really did not want to become a human javelin on a day like this. It was practically a day off for him.
“So any plans with your new found free time?”
“Just food, TV, and sleep.”
“What, you’re not going to go out and get laid?”
“Nah, this free time is going to be me time.”
“Well we won’t keep you. Glad to see you in daylight. You’re actually not too bad looking!”
Roger couldn’t help but blush a little bit at that last comment. He thought he was lucky that he had already turned around to get to his room when she said it. The embarrassment didn’t last long until his mind turned to his plans for the night. He was going to order something he hadn’t had in a long time. It had been a while, but his favorite place for Mexican food started doing delivery, so that means that he could get himself some carne asada fries without stepping out. Just thinking about them made his mouth water a little bit as he climbed the stairs. Roger was quickly snapped out his fantasy when he rounded the corner to his apartment when he collided with someone. They both fell flat on their backs, stunned.
“Oof! That hurt. What did I hit?”
“Me. Are you okay?”, a voice chimed up.
Roger tried to sit himself up quickly to see who he unknowingly trampled. “Well, I’m still conscious. what about you? I didn’t hurt you too bad did I?”
Roger finally found his accidental victim. She had managed to sit her self up so Roger could look her in the face and offer her a hand.
“Here, let me help you up.”
“Thanks, I should be more careful.”
“No, it was my fault. I got caught up in a fantasy about Mexican food.”
She let out a little giggle and said, “That good, is it?”
“I-yeah that’s kind of lame. Are you sure you’re okay… I’m sorry, what’s your name?”
“Simone, and you are?”
“Roger, I live on this floor.”
“Really? How come I never seen you before now?”
“I work late a lot. Are you sure you’re okay?
Roger couldn’t stop staring at her. From her fiery red hair, past her ample bust, and all the way down her long legs. Roger wanted to stop ogling her, but he just couldn’t. Like a moth to the flame.
“I’m fine. Are you okay though? You seem a little dazed?”
“Yeah, I’m great! Sorry!”
“Alright, well I have to be going. It was nice meeting you Roger!”
“Nice meeting you too, Simone!”
As soon as Simone left his view, Roger started with in with the endless epithets about his lack of charisma. Chiding himself for not asking her out, while also calling out his insanity for asking out someone after you just knocked them over. This was another reason Roger didn’t have much of a social life. He could never cut himself some slack over some minor social quirks that are harmless or not even noticeable. He has trapped himself in his own prison where he is also the warden
Some hours later, Roger had finally made himself comfortable in his apartment. He dined like a king, if kings ate from a Styrofoam container and had settled in to relax for the rest of the evening. Should he tackle his backlog of games that he promises to not add to? Should he finally watch that new, popular show that he keeps hearing about? What to do, what to do. Suddenly a knock on his door made the decision for him. Roger got up from his couch to check the peephole and see who it is and there was no one there. Roger thought maybe someone got the wrong number so he went back to his spot. Halfway there, there was another knock. Roger decided to open the door this time. No one. Roger was getting a little annoyed, until he looked down and seen a small package.
Roger brought the package inside. It was clearly addressed to him, but he didn’t order anything. Holidays and his birthday were a ways off so he wasn’t expecting anything from back home. He carefully sliced the tape sealing it closed with a plastic knife that came with his takeout. Inspecting the insides showed an envelope and a CD. The CD had writing on it the said, “WATCH ME FIRST”.
“If this is one of those spy movie type briefings, I’m going to be very upset.”, Roger mumbled to himself half jokingly. He dug out his old college laptop to play it. There was no way he would play some strange cd on his computer and plugged in some old headphones. This way, if there was a virus, nothing of too great of value would be lost. After booting the old thing up, he took the first step into his web of mystery and set the CD in and opened it up. There was a single video file. Maybe this was some kind of elaborate ad campaign for another streaming service? The only way he would find out was when he started that video.
He started the video and was greeted with a view of a partially lit room with black curtains and a small black foot stool. After a few seconds, a robed figure wearing some kind of black and white mask walked and stared at the camera. The blackened eyes staring through the camera straight out at him.
“Hello Roger.”, the voice called out. It was deep, feminine, and continued on. “You don’t know me, but I know you. Such a nice and decent man. However, I know what I can do with men like you. The dirty secrets that they hide. The desires. The frustration.” Roger didn’t know what was going on, but he knew that he was scared and horny now.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. In fact, I’m going to free you. Just watch.”
The mystery lady backed up to be in full view of the camera and proceeded to sway her body, slowly letting her robe hug her shoulders as it slid down. There was some music, but Roger couldn’t tell what it was despite how familiar it sounded. It was slowly paced, much like the mystery woman’s movements. She started to slowly peel open the robe to reveal her body. Her smooth, milky skin reflected the light in the room in all the right ways and revealed that she was in fact wearing clothes, as little as it was. Her torso was wrapped in a corset, leaving only her heaving chest bare and on display for her private audience. Tracing her nipples with her hands in long, silk gloves she led Roger’s view down to her gyrating hips. This show was very stirring for Roger, as his member started twitching to life at the sight of her crotchless panties and garter with thigh high stockings. He knew the panties were crotchless because he could clearly see the woman’s slit every time she squatted down.
“I know you’re fucking hard you pervert, so pull out that cock and start stroking. Now.”
Who was Roger to turn down a lady? He pulled down his pants and pulled his dick through the fly of his boxers. He was a little surprised at how hard he was already.
“I bet you’re already leaking precum already, you pervert.” Was this lady clairvoyant? How the hell did she know so his dick so well?!
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to torture you to make you last longer. My fun will come later.” Her robe was fully gone now so all of her body was bare. She still kept dancing for a little while, just to make sure Roger would remember every curve of her devious body. Soon enough, she bent over the footstool retrieve a glass dildo, giving a clear view of her well rounded ass in the meant time.
“I’m pretty sure you’re ready to burst right now. Don’t worry we’ll cum together.” The woman then spread her legs to give a clear view of her self penetration and flicking of her clit. Each thrust escorted with moan, to ensure Roger that she was enjoying this. Roger was too, as evidenced by his panting as he rubbed his shaft up and down almost in rhythm with her.
“Oh fuck, yes! You better fucking love this show! Soon you’ll be apart of it!” Her glass cock was starting to lose it’s transparency as it started to get covered in her juices more. Soon enough, both Roger and the woman’s legs start to shake. As if by the divine providence by some sexual deity, they had finally came. Roger gasping as he shot his jizz, and the woman as she threw her head back and squirted all on the floor.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!!”, she screamed and panted. After a minute she had finally regained her composure to speak, but Roger needed longer to regain his. He had paused the video and began to think about what had just happened. Who the fuck is this woman? Why did he do just go along with it? How did she know how he worked? The horny had died, but the fear was still there. He resumed the video to see if he could learn more.
“I bet you fucking enjoyed that didn’t you? Now just imagine the fun we could have together when we finally meet. I left you a present for you to have as a reminder until I contact you again. Ciao.”
Roger got up and checked out the package his new trouble came in and pulled out the envelope. He opened it up and discovered the very same panties in a bag that the mystery woman wore in the video and a card. The panties was still a little damp. How long ago did this lady make this video? Roger was a little afraid to open the card. Was he going to find miscellaneous photos inside? His social security number? Fortunately, it was nothing quite so personal. All it had was a note that read, “Welcome to my domain. I’ll see you soon. XOXO -Lady Godiva”
“What the fuck did I get myself into?”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/n7k0kg/a_lonely_night_mfmastfdom_cc_welcom