I don't know how long it took for the knocking on my front door to wake me up, but it did, eventually, rouse me out of what had been a deep, sodden, slumber.
"Hold on," I warbled, forcing myself to sit up. "Yeah, hold on, I'm coming!" I stumbled into my living room, where the huge analogue clock over the television told me it was just after 11:30. Still unsteady on my feet, I used to back of the couch for balance getting to the front door. The pounding from outside began again, this time follow by a screeching voice.
"I heard you in there, mister! Rent is due, today, in full, in cash! Open up!"
A month before, that voice, and the skinny, angry, stringy-haired woman it belonged to, had been one of the many crappy things in my mostly crappy life. As the superintendent of my apartment building, Mrs. Bonner had been a constant, lurking presence, her beady eyes marking the comings and goings of tenants and guests. Every interaction with her had been marked by her air of pointed suspicion and distrust, with her shoulders shivering and the semi-comical way she used one hand to pull the collar of one of her innumerable dressing gowns tight around her neck giving the impression that she feared for an assault on her person. The longer your encounter lasted, however, the more a pair of impressive nipples would begin to grow, pushing against the fabric covering Mrs. Bonner's tiny a-cups, the more she unconsciously pulled her shoulders back and engorged nipples further forward, and the more she darted her tongue out to moisten her slightly parted lips, the more obvious it became that Mrs. Bonner was dying for a fuck. I'd put money down that half of her masturbation fantasies involved her being forced to fuck, and that she was hideously ashamed of her 'perversion'.
I'd been late on the rent more than once, curdling her general disdain into an active dislike of me, so she had taken to giving me lectures about responsibility and my lack thereof. These were delivered on the walkway in front of my apartment in a voice pitched to include anyone in a one block radius. When other tenants were present, Mrs. Bonner would use them as an example of everything that I wasn't.
So why wasn't I worried, even with the harpy on the other side of my door, ready to tear me a new asshole? Why was I even smiling, in the face of a screaming harridan ready to work out her sexual frustrations on my head?
Because things had changed since last month.
Leaning my head against the door and closing my eyes, I concentrated, feeling around with my mind, testing the wall of reality around me, looking for the gap. I found it easily, pointing almost directly to Mrs. Bonner. The wild tsunami of sexual energy surrounding her, held tightly around her by a thick brown wall of responsibility and fear, had pulled the gap wider than usual. 'Interesting',I thought as I slid through the gap, moving without moving into a new reality, 'I gotta remember that.'
As always, the sweet smell and taste of the air rolled over me. Eyes still closed, I inhaled deeply, filling my nose and lungs, shuddering as a wave of pleasure rolled through me. My entire body felt alive and sensitive, nerves thrilling to the suddenly sensual coolness of the door against my forehead and the caress of air moving lightly over my skin.
Three light knocks came from the other side of the door, sending vibrations through my skull. I stepped back and turned the knob.
"Mr. Stone?" Mrs. Bonner said gently as I opened the door. "Oh, Mr. Stone! I thought I heard you in there."
Standing in front of me was a woman who superficially resembled Mrs. Bonner. If you put them side by side, most people would probably guess this woman was Mrs. Bonner's younger, much more beautiful sister. Hair that had been flat and dull was now longer, thicker, and had a healthy blond glow to it. The narrow face was fuller, with thick, inviting lips with a smile playing around them, and housed a pair of deep green eyes. Her expression was open and friendly.
From the neck down, the changes were more extreme. Under a short, tight silk robe, a body with an hourglass shape, full but slim, was more showcased than covered by the slick material that encased it. Full breasts of surgically enhanced size pushed out in front of her, with the same inviting nipples outlined by the red silk. Mrs. Bonner had one arm under her impressive rack, lifting them slightly while forcing the top of the robe against her tit flesh like another skin. Her other hand was rubbing lightly over the skin under her collar bone. I actually felt a bit of shock seeing her collar open, not just at her neck, but pulled wide to expose the expanse of her cleavage, wide enough that a small sliver of areola peaked out past the edge of the straining robe.
"Mrs. Bonner! No problem, none at all!" I said, smiling into her pleased face. "I'm sorry it took so long for me to answer the door. Late night last night, you know?" I winked as I said the last, getting a blush from her. Unconsciously, Mrs. Bonner's hand slid lower on her chest, one finger hooked under the hem of the robe, pulling it slightly to reveal a bit more brown areola.
"Does the lady feel as worn out today, do you think?" Her smile had widened into something saucy. "I bet she is. I bet she's walking funny!" She laughed lightly, her body shifting invitingly. Despite her bold words, the blush had spread down on to her chest.
"Actually, it's the other way around," I said, leaning forward conspiratorially. Mrs. Bonner moved forward, leaning against the door frame opposite me. I felt silk rub against my crossed arms. I lowered my voice, causing her to lean her head forward until our foreheads were just barely separated. Up close, Mrs. Bonner smelled fresh and sweet.
My cock, which had started to come to life with the first sight of the new landlady, was now solid, pointing out towards Mrs. Bonner like a compass to the north.
"This girl was more than I could handle, Mrs. Bonner", I said, my eyes locked onto the ladies green ones. As I spoke, I could see the irises in her eyes widen as the look went on. "She was a machine. No matter what we did, she was ready for more." She licked her lips. "You know how many times she insisted on getting railed?" Mrs. Bonner shook her head. Her face showed a look of enraptured attention. I noticed that the lady had moved the arm from under her twin globes, her hand now spread over the side of her left tit, with the pointer finger resting on the pillar of the nipple, moving in tiny circles over the sensitive protuberance.
"Five times!" Her eyes widened in surprise and she shivered slightly. Sweat began to appear on her forehead.
"I know!" I said in response to her sound of disbelief. "I didn't even know I could get it up that many times! And even with all that, she woke me up for one more go before she left this morning."
"Oh!" She straightened up, causing pleasant bouncing in her chest area. Mrs. Bonner's robe had slid open, opening down to the knot of the robe's belt, almost wide enough to expose her crotch. "Was that the tiny lady with the sweet behind I saw leaving this morning?" I nodded, causing her to clap her hands and bounce a bit. "She had a well-fucked look, yes she did."
"I tried my best." I said modestly.
"You succeeded!" She poked me in he chest, then rested her hand on my chest. "I know what a satisfied woman looks like. If she doesn't come back for more, it because she was hit by a bus."
