Alkim makes a deal with the landlady...

Alkim

The door swung open to reveal the very image of a business-MILF.

Ania wore a teal blazer with the top three buttons undone, revealing just a hint of cleavage, black leggings that perfectly contoured her curves, and tall, black heels to complete the set. She tossed her thick, wavy, jet-black hair over her shoulders, drawing his eye to her necklace of opalescent pearls. His gaze finally settled on her face, with its subtlety done makeup, excepting her plum-purple lipstick. Her perfume hit him a second later: a fragrant collection of aromatic hydrocarbons, chosen to overpower men’s senses and lodge into their brains. He had to admit, it was working.

Ania was no more subtle in her appraisal of Alkim, as she scanned him from top to bottom before checking her gold watch. “Mmm, five p.m. on the dot.” She smiled wryly. “How punctual.”

“I always keep my appointments,” he lied—forgetting appointments was another common symptom of ADHD, which was why he’d set multiple redundant alarms on his phone—“and I believe you mentioned a private tour of the house?”

Ania’s smile widened. “Why yes, I did. But before we begin, would you mind bringing me that open house sign on the lawn? Wouldn’t want anyone to interrupt the tour, now would we?”

What is this? Some canned negotiating tactic she read about in a shitty airport bookstore? “The Art of War for Business Executive Asshats. Lesson one: make the opposing party perform some petty favor to establish dominance and throw them off balance.”

Still, he couldn’t think of a good reason to refuse such a simple task, and he was still her guest.

“Sure,” he agreed, went back to grab the sign, and trotted back to the front door.

“Thank you.” She took the liberty of tickling her manicured nails down his wrist before she grabbed the sign from his hands, stood to the side, ushered him in, and closed the door. She set the sign down by the door in a manner that just so happened to show off her ass in those leggings, turned back to her guest, and clasped her hands together. “Well, why don’t we start with the living room?”

The interior was nice and spacious, though it was painted in the same tacky white that landlords everywhere seemed to favor. Though, Ania’s contractors were at least competent enough to not paint over the power outlets. Simple model furniture filled out the living room.

Probably IKEA.

Alkim nodded his approval and followed her into the kitchen. She moved from room to room with the same fluid grace and regal confidence she’d displayed on the day they met. He couldn’t help but admire the sway of her hips and the undulations of her fat ass in those tight leggings. His admiration was so great that he almost missed her first words about the kitchen.

“Full kitchen island, dishwasher, fridge, four powerful burners, and solid oak cupboards. I just had them redone.”

It was as she said, and he found it far more impressive than the generic living room. There was plenty of space for cutting boards, pots, pans, and fresh produce. The spice racks were within easy reach of the stove; the fridge was huge and dispensed filtered water and ice. Alkim loved to cook, and this was about as ideal a kitchen as he could hope for. Really, the working dishwasher alone put it well above Kate’s house, or any of Alkim’s previous apartments. For far too long he’d been stuck washing everything by hand, **** to treat the faulty dishwasher as a mere drying rack.

The sink was partially filled with glasses and tiny plates used by the previous open-house guests, while the kitchen island was still stocked with assorted charcuterie boards, finger foods, and several unopened bottles of red wine. Alkim found the spread nearly as appetizing as his host’s figure, and his rumbling stomach reminded him that he hadn’t gotten a proper meal since last night’s dinner.

His gaze was not very discrete, and Ania caught him admiring the food, “Hungry?”

“Famished. I had to skip breakfast. And lunch.”

“Mmm, I guess all those muscles must need a lot of protein.” She waved over at the stocked kitchen island. “Please, help yourself. We can just put a pause on the tour.”

“Don’t mind if I do, thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

He quickly assembled two platefuls and got to eating. While Kate’s milk was delightfully sweet, very rich in sugars, it still contained nowhere near enough calories to satisfy a large, adult man, especially one with his unnaturally accelerated metabolism. Alkim was still far from fully understanding his powers, but he was clearly beholden to the same four laws of thermodynamics that bound everything else in existence. To break and form chemical bonds, he had to supply the necessary amount of chemical energy, and that meant food; lots and lots of food.

“I think I’ll have a glass of wine myself. Care to join me?”

After last night, he probably should have laid off drinking. But Alkim felt fine, and he liked wine.

“Mhmm, yes please,” he said between bites.

“Red or white?”

Is this a test? “That would depend on the varieties of red and white.”

Ania seemed somewhat amused at that. “Oh, a connoisseur?” She grabbed a bottle of white from the fridge, a red from the counter and held them up for inspection. “The red’s a Pinot noir, the white’s a Sauvignon Blanc.”

“Sauvignon Blanc.”

She grinned. “Mmm, excellent choice.” She uncorked the bottle and poured them each a glass, making a big show of leaning far over the counter to hand Alkim his wine so that he could see her tits behind the open buttons of her blazer. “Did your parents teach you about the different types of wine?”

Alkim took the proffered glass and performatively swirled it around and checked the aroma, though he forgot what he was supposed to smell for. “My aunt. She took me to a tasting in Napa.”

“Oooooh, so you’ve sampled the really good stuff. I like that; so rare to find men your age that can taste quality.” She took a long swallow of her wine. “I suppose that’s not something they can teach you at school.”

“Well, I don’t know about that. College isn’t all book learning; there’s actually quite a lot of drinking involved. Mostly extracurriculars, but that aunt I mentioned took a wine tasting class at UC Davis.”

“Oh? That sounds fun, I think I would have enjoyed that class.”

He took a sip. Fuck, that is some damn fine wine. “This is a good vintage.”

“Thank you.” She took another sip herself.

Alkim finished his first plate and pushed it aside. “If I may ask, where did you go to school?”

Her face tightened for a fraction of a second before she answered. “I did a year at Glendale Community College, but I never graduated.” She held up her right hand, flirting with a broken finger from the way the massive, dazzling diamond weighed it down. “Got married at nineteen.”

Happily, I’m sure. “Any children?”

She shook her head.

So, not a real MILF. He thought better of prying further.

“Well, it’s never too late to go back to school, learn a new subject. You could always enroll as a part-time student, take a few classes in your spare time.”

“That’s very kind of you to say, but I think that ship has sailed. But I’m glad you like the wine.”

She finished hers and poured another glass. Alkim followed her lead, swallowing the rest of his wine and sliding the glass back to her for a refill.

“What would you have studied then, if you had the choice?” he asked as she poured.

Ania looked down at the wine pensively before she returned his glass and answered, “Probably business administration. Money was on my mind a lot more than academics.”

“That’s understandable.”

She shrugged mid sip. “Either that or whatever class you’re teaching. I bet you’re popular with the co-eds.”

Less than I wanted, but more than I should admit…

“I did alright. Though I was always more focused on my studies than relationships.” That was half true. Alkim had cared too much about his grades to try juggling a committed relationship, but he made more than enough time for casual flings and long-term friends-with-benefits.

She smiled wryly and took another sip of wine. “So, how did you come to stay in that house of mine? One man living with four women is a pretty uncommon arrangement. There has to be a story there.”

It certainly was a series of unlikely events, events Alkim loved recounting to his friends, or to strangers he met at parties. But there were far too many Schedule I and II **** involved to ever tell the homeowner. Instead, he gave Ania an incredibly sanitized and stripped-down tale about already knowing Vicky, befriending Kate, and then getting involved with Mikaella. She seemed especially interested in that last part.

“How serious are you two?”

“We haven’t really put a label on it yet.”

“My, oh my! So, it’s true what they say about your generation!” Ania tittered, “You hate labels, but you’ve already moved in together? That sure sounds like a boyfriend to me. I guess those girls must really like you.”

Alkim shrugged, “I’m easy to like, once you get to know me.”

She smirked, drank more wine, and Alkim matched her sip for sip.

“So, after I sell the place, are you planning on moving by yourself, with just Mikaella, or with all the others?”

“We haven’t had that conversation yet, but I don’t see any reason to break up the band.” Minus Hannah. “I think we all prefer splitting the rent on a house rather than getting individual apartments. More space, lower costs and all.”

She nodded. “Smart. Well, to tell you the truth, you’ve been staying in one of my most dilapidated homes. After that place I’m sure anything roach-free would be an upgrade. Like this place for example. Would you like to see the backyard? It comes with a pool.”

“I would.” He finished his remaining food, grabbed his wine, and followed her through the sliding doors to the backyard. It was kept very green (perhaps too green for LA) with a trim lawn, a garden, and several fruit trees providing ample shade. Already he was imagining how much better it might look with some more native plants, less manicured grasses, maybe a nice pond.

Ania led him to the shallow end of the pool. “Do you like to swim?”

“Love to.”

“Good to know. The pool is heated, nine feet at the deep end, with a built-in Jacuzzi.”

It was a decently sized pool, and the Jacuzzi was set a couple feet higher, with a little slot for spillover water to enter the main pool. He followed her around the fenced-in yard as she pointed out the various fruit trees—orange, lemon, avocado—the herb garden, the patio, the awning, and a very fancy grill with a built-in connection to the gas line.

“No propane or charcoal needed!” she boasted, turning the flame on and off as proof.

Damn, we could host some insane parties here…

They made their way back inside. It was when she took him to the garage and laundry room that Alkim started to wonder if she was giving him an authentic house tour after all.

That confusion didn’t survive the journey to the bedrooms upstairs.

Alkim followed exactly four steps behind, keeping his face level with her hypnotically huge rear as it flexed and bounced before his eyes. That sway to her hips was as excessive as it was captivating, each step in those fuck-me heels perfectly calculated to sap as much of his intellect as possible, while those tight leggings somehow left nothing and everything to the imagination.

“Four bedrooms.” They started at the smallest and worked their way up. “And this is the master bedroom.” It was indeed very roomy, with a walk-in closet, and an attached bathroom. She held out her arms and did a sexy little spin before she reached the bedside and patted the mattress. “Come on, give it a try.”

Alkim did as instructed, falling back onto the soft mattress, though he had the good sense to keep his shoes off the bedding.

“Well, what do you think?” She ran her hand on the high-thread-count sheets near his face. “How does it feel? Doesn’t it seem juuuust right?”

Alkim made a little snow angel in the sheets, enjoying the feel of fine fabric against his skin. “It’s all very nice.” He sat up straight. “I just don’t think any of this is in my price range.”

She waved off his concerns, “Now, come on. I haven’t even mentioned a price yet.”

“You didn’t have to; I can make my own estimates.” Alkim stood back up, leaving very little space between himself and Ania. “Now, I believe you said that if I couldn’t afford the home, you and I could work something out.”

“Did I?” Her head tilted in feigned ignorance.

“You did, and I’d like to know what sort of arrangement you had in mind.”

Ania grinned up at him. “Oh? Are you saying you didn’t learn these things at school?”

She ran a hand up his thigh, only stopping just short of his groin. Then, she pushed Alkim onto the bed and began unbuttoning her top. Any lingering doubts as to her intentions were tossed aside with that blazer. What he thought were leggings turned out to be merely the bottom half of a sexy, black jumpsuit, one with a sizable boob window. She turned conspicuously as she threw the blazer to the floor, revealing the jumpsuit was also backless.

Somehow, the contrast made her already spectacular ass even more eye-catching.

Bet if she bent over just right, I could balance this wine glass on that shelf of hers…

Alkim saw she was drinking in his reaction over her shoulder, gauging his interest. She must have noticed the growing tent in his pants, and the spreading of his legs, but she stopped him from getting too comfortable.

“Ah, ah, ah.” She wagged her finger at him. “Shoes off, mister.”

Alkim complied, taking off his shoes as coolly as possible under the circumstances, and rested his hands behind his head. In turn, Ania slipped off her heels, deposited them carefully by the door, then sauntered back to the bed.

She ramped up the heat considerably, straddling his waist, resting her fat ass on his rapidly hardening cock. Her hand traced a line up from his belt to his chest and began drumming those manicured nails against his chest.

Alkim ignored her teasing hands and made a mask of his face, trying to downplay his own desire to tap that huge ass of hers. In truth, while the bottomless head from Mikaella was fantastic, it had been months since he’d gotten any pussy, and he was dying to find out what the rich adulteress had to offer.

Moreover, there was the scientific potential to consider. Alkim had seen how Kate responded to his saliva on her mouth and breasts, and how Mikaella reacted to both kisses and blowjobs. Unfortunately, his first enhanced contact with either woman occurred before he’d become aware of said enhancements. There was so much that he hadn’t known to watch for, both with his chemical output and in his housemate’s initial reactions to those chemicals. Now, all he had were two subjects in later stages of exposure, and both addicted to separate delivery mechanisms.

Ania had unknowingly offered herself up as a fresh test subject, and Alkim wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. He intended to make very thorough observations of every novel chemical he produced for her, the quantities of each delivered, which parts of her body absorbed them, and how she behaved afterwards. While it wouldn’t exactly pass peer review, it was exactly the data he would need going forward.

If he was being honest with himself, the rental situation had become a distant tertiary concern, though he had to try and get some guarantees from her. His eyes locked onto hers. “So, I play along and you lower the rent. Is that the deal?”

“Hmmmm… something like that.”

“And just how low are you willing to go?”

She felt up his pecs, biceps, pressed her fingers into the taught skin above his collarbone. testing the firmness of every muscle, as if inspecting an expensive cut of meat at the market.

“You’re an impressive young man. Impress me, and I’ll see what I can do.”

As you wish. He had an idea of where to start.

Without waiting for permission, Alkim brought both hands crashing down on her ass, spanking those cheeks with enough **** to make Ania yelp in shock. He pulled her body tightly against his and rolled them over until he was firmly on top.

Before she could object, he kissed her passionately, worming his tongue into her mouth. He brought forth all the pleasurable chemicals in his arsenal; a life-changing intensity of dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, endorphins, and other molecules beyond count.

Ania could never have prepared for such an immediate sensory overload, and she lost control within seconds. The bottom-heavy woman kissed him back, clutching his face in her hands, moaning and whining like a bitch in heat.

All that just from first base.

Confident in his power, Alkim slipped aside what little fabric covered her chest, and set those pink nipples free. He admired the shape of them, appreciating the contrast provided by those stark tan lines, then began fondling those fine, perky tits of hers with impunity. She gasped into his mouth at the sudden escalation to second base but made no move to slow him down.

He kept this heat up for minutes, until he was confident that she’d been completely overwhelmed with arousal. He intertwined their hands, and pushed himself up, finally parting his lips from hers. She gasped, tried to follow him, but his hold was complete, and all she could do was whine at the sudden withdrawal of his chemically laced lips.

“Are you impressed yet?” He asked the panting, bewildered woman beneath him.

“Oh my God… that was… wow…”

First observation: it worked.

Alkim grinned, “Why don’t we get these out of the way?” He let go of her hands, moved off the bed, and began undoing the buttons of his Hawaiian shirt, one by one, before he threw the whole thing off in a flourish of fabric.

“Mmmm,” Ania purred in approval. Following his lead, she got off the bed, pushed the jumpsuit’s straps off her shoulders, turned around, and pushed the fabric down the outstanding curves of her ass.

Now it was Alkim’s turn to be impressed. He almost missed her lacy panties smothered between those massive cheeks. Hot damn, guess everything’s a thong on her… He stared for a good long while before he noticed her smug face watching his own.

“You like?”

Alkim nodded in appreciation.

“Good, I was worried you were more of a breast man.”

“Oh, I am, but you’ve made a very convincing argument for legs and thighs."

That earned him a closed-mouth giggle. She turned around to face him, tits out, nearly nude, and soon to be fully nude, judging her fingers idly slipping under her waistband.

Alkim decided to show some initiative. He knelt in front of Ania, and she watched, intrigued, as he kissed right on her damp mound. She let out a hum of satisfaction, and her fingers started playing with his hair. Seeing the green light, he slid his hands up her legs, hooked his fingers under her panties, and pulled them down in one smooth motion.

She kicked them off to the side, and his eyes traced their way up to the junction between her legs where he was greeted by a trim square of black bush framing her bright, glistening, pink folds. It was plain to see that his talent had already gotten her wet enough for third base, but Kate’s advice tumbled out from his memory.

“Older women know what they want. You’ll have to figure out what that is and give it to her.”

Foreplay was no longer necessary, but it could be informative. This was Alkim’s chance to really experiment with his powers, unburdened by morality that had held him back from his friends and housemates. There was no friendship to risk here, no household peace to break, and no feelings to hurt: this was a simple affair with a married woman, one with questionable morals of her own.

He guided her down onto the bed, using her wide hips as handles, and from there it was a simple matter to pry her thick thighs apart. “Does your husband ever do this for you?” he asked, grinning, then dove right in.

Ania didn’t answer with words or even moans, she howled with unrestrained ecstasy. Her hips thrust upwards, while her legs squeezed around his head, locking him in place.

It didn’t really matter if her husband or any of her prior affairs had eaten her out three times a day, every day, for twenty years: Alkim wasn’t playing fair. All those stimulating chemicals he’d used while kissing and titsucking were unleashed against Ania’s most sensitive parts in a tidal wave of ultra-potent saliva. As he probed and explored her folds, each flick of his tongue activated thousands of nerve endings in an explosion of electrochemical activity.

I’ll give her everything she could want. Then, more than she can take.

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