Mathew Johnson [M29]-master-day 1-sex-pov3-?-Bystander becomes master

Mathew Johnson leaned back in his chair, relieved that the weekend had finally come. He appreciated that he was able to work from home, but the mental load usually got to him by this time on a Friday. He was done now, and so he closed the scheduler and spreadsheets on his computer and let himself relax for a moment. At this point the hardest thing on his plate was what to pick up for dinner. The Mexican place down the street would be fast, but on a Friday he was tempted to take the subway down to Giorno’s to get a calzone.

The radio had been playing most of the afternoon, 86.1’s DJ playing the techno music he liked to listen to during work. But just as he was trying to relax the frequency got taken over by an emergency broadcast

We interrupt your regular programming for breaking news. An explosion occurred at Venus Athletic Club in Midtown earlier this afternoon. This is currently believed to be the result of a gas leak, although further investigation is underway. City officials have asked citizens to stay out of the Midtown area until orders have been lifted.Thank you, and have a good night

There goes Giorno’s. So he needed to get presentable to go outside. He hadn’t had any meetings today and so he’d been lazy getting ready. He’d just barely gotten out of the shower in time to clock in, so he combed his hair after listening to the broadcast. Would sweatpants be alright? He tried to decide as he looked over himself in the bathroom mirror. His brown hair looked neater now than it did a few minutes ago. His shirt was fine. His sweatpants he was a little less sure about. But the Santiagos knew him well enough, they probably wouldn’t be bothered if he looked a bit more casual for a pickup.

He put his keys into his pocket and started pulling up the order page the Santiagos had set up a few years ago. If he couldn’t get a calzone, then a quesadilla would be close enough. Maybe after dinner he could put something on, have some stress relief of his own before bed.

He stepped out into the hallway of his apartment building. There was a woman standing outside her own apartment that he thought he recognized. They’d talked briefly over the past few months since she moved in. He was having trouble remembering her name. Sherrie, Cherry something? Hopefully she hadn’t gotten locked out, the landlady could be a pain about that sort of thing.

Matthew put his phone in his pocket and decided to call out to her, just to make sure she was ok. He might be trying to relax, but dinner could wait a moment until he checked on her. He knew that she worked at that gym that was in the news, so she might not have anywhere to go if she’d been locked out.

“Hey.” He called out. Is everything alright?”

She turned towards him, and it began to look like things were not alright. Her hair looked longer and wavier than he remembered, like she had managed to have years of growth without a haircut in the last decade, even though he had seen her last week and her coppery hair had barely touched her shoulders. He remembered how thin she had been. Today, she looked like one wrong move would **** her to burst out of her gym clothes. Her pink yoga pants that had already been tight were stretched to oblivion, and he could see spots where her thighs had **** themselves through holes that had emerged into the fabric. The shirt was hanging on better. While it had become skintight there was only one hole down the middle where a chest he knew she didn’t have last week was fighting for more room.

The last thing about her that had changed wasn’t as obvious at first, but as he saw it it became harder to deny that something was different. Her eyes had turned a milky white, with no trace of the pupils remaining.

“Help.” She said, in a tone he hadn’t heard from her before. It wasn’t the tone he’d expect of someone asking for help, whether a high, alarmed tone, or a frustrated rushing one. This was lower and breathy.

“What do you need help with?” He asked as he came closer. This felt like it might be beyond him, but he needed to stay and at least make sure someone more qualified could be called.

“I need…” She trailed off, rubbing one leg against the other.

“Yeah? What do you need? I can get you to the hospital, find someone to figure out what happened to you.” He was trying his best not to get turned on by the beauty in front of him but he could feel himself getting hard, despite his best intentions.

“I’m so horny… Please, I need cum.” She finally finished. He was struggling to gauge her expression behind the white mask of her eyes, but she sounded pleading. Needful. Like she’d been wandering the desert for days, and he had just arrived with a bottle of water.

She’s horny? What should I even do in a situation like this? Not expecting that to be the help his neighbor wanted, he was still trying to maintain his self-control. “Is there anyone I can call, anyone who’d be able to help you right now?”

She sank to her knees in front of him in the hall, looking up at him as she brought her hands to his waistband. “Please? I need cum. I can smell your help.”

His resolve buckled and he nodded. This is what she wanted, right? She eagerly pulled off his sweatpants and latched on as his cock sprang forth. She began bobbing on him, moistening his shaft. He’d wanted to take care of himself after dinner, but this was so much better. He hadn’t had anything like this in a long, long time. No, he decided as he looked down at his neighbor, bursting out of her clothes. He’d never had something like this.

As much as he was enjoying this, she sounded like she was even more enthusiastic. She was moaning as she felt him on her tongue, as she felt the first drop of precum reward her. She slowed down to a gentle suckling, feeling him twitch. He was close. She was almost home.

Mathew gasped as it became more than he could handle. In the hallway of his apartment building, he came into his neighbor’s mouth. He couldn’t even remember her name. But she was eager and grateful, and so she sucked down every drop he had to offer.

Sitting down in the hallway, she looked up at him again. Her eyes had lost their white sheen, recovering her green irises. She looked at him with adoration.

“Thank you, Master.”