The Relationship With My Landlord

As I stood in my apartment, surrounded by the memories of a lifetime of college, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. My time at this place was coming to a close, and I was preparing to move on to a new chapter in my life. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand, packing up the few belongings I had left. Just as I was finishing up, I heard a knock at the door.

I opened it to find Alison standing there, a smile on her face and two envelopes in her hand. “Hi, Steve! Mr. Walters wanted me to drop these by for you,” she said, holding out the envelopes. I took them, curious about what they could be, and opened them. Inside, I found two greeting cards congratulating me on my graduation.

One was signed by all my former coworkers, including Alison, and the other was from Mr. Walters himself. His message was a surprise: “She’s yours for the night, kid. She’ll do anything you want. Just send her back in time for the lunch rush tomorrow. Have fun, and get her out of your system. Go find a nice human girl to settle down with.” I looked up from the card, my eyes locking onto Alison’s. Mine for the night.

I took the second envelope from her, and she handed me a small device. “Oh, and this too. You’ll need this,” she said with a smile. I took it from her, and my eyes widened as I realized it was her control pad. I looked through the settings, finding that she was not currently set to a sex mode, but it was entirely within my power to change that.

I looked back up at her, my mind racing with possibilities. “Do you… know why you’re here? Is that what you want?” I asked, trying to read her expression. She smiled and nodded, and my heart skipped a beat. “Uh huh! You’re my friend, I like making you happy.” Her words were laced with a sweetness that made me feel like I was the only person in the world.

I looked back at the pad, my fingers hovering over the screen. Anything I wanted. All modes available. I thought about pushing the limits, but something about Alison’s words stopped me. I just wanted her. I bumped her sexual desire up to just a little higher than what was rated as a healthy girl in her sexual prime. Active but not wildly slutty, if you will.

As soon as I made the change, I felt her arms on my shoulders, and I looked up to see her leaning in close. “Thank you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against mine. I felt a rush of excitement, and before I knew it, we were locked in a passionate kiss.

We stumbled towards my bedroom, our lips still locked, and fell onto the bed together. Our hands roamed across each other’s bodies, exploring every inch of skin. We took our time, savoring the moment, and before I knew it, we were both naked and ready to go.

I looked into her eyes, and I saw something there that I had never seen before. A spark of desire, a flame of passion that I knew I had ignited. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against hers, and whispered, “I want you, Alison. I want all of you.”

As we finally shed our clothes, I gently laid her down on my bed, my body hovering above hers. My hard cock slid smoothly into her warm pussy, and I began to move in a slow, sensual rhythm, our lips locked in a tender kiss. Her moans grew longer and more intense, and she whispered, “Oh, Steve, I’m almost there. Please make me cum.” I quickened my pace, feeling her body respond to mine, and as her moans reached a crescendo, I could feel my own release building.

Her back arched beneath me, and she let out one final, long moan, and I was swept over the edge, my cock pulsing as I spilled my seed into her. We shared one more long kiss before I rolled us onto our sides, and we cuddled, our bodies still connected.

But our night was far from over. My hands grew restless, fondling her breasts and rubbing her pussy lips, and I slipped a finger between them, exploring her depths. She pulled my hand away and sucked her juices off my finger, then gave me a deep, forceful kiss and said, “Take me, Steve.”

I pinned her wrists above her head and plunged into her, my cock sliding home with ease. We both moaned loudly, and I pounded into her with all the force I had, feeling her body respond to mine. She screamed as another orgasm hit her, and I knew I was close to release.

I pulled out of her and grabbed her hair, using it to pull her face to my cock. She opened her mouth, and I pushed it down, feeling her struggle just barely as she adjusted to the sudden sensation. That was all it took, and I came, spewing warm cum straight down her throat.

We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, and slept until morning. But when I woke up, I was greeted by a sight that took my breath away – Alison’s beautiful face, smiling at me from the pillow beside me.

“Good morning, Steve,” she said, and I pulled her in for a long kiss, my hands roaming up and down her body. When I broke the kiss, she moaned softly in appreciation, and then said, “Are you hungry?”

“For breakfast, or you?” I asked, and she smiled coyly. “Either one,” she said, and I leaned in for another kiss. She intercepted me with a finger to my lips and said, “Stay put, and I’ll go make us some food.”

I lay there, hoping it wasn’t all just a dream, gently stroking my recharged cock. “Come on out, it’s almost ready!” I heard Alison call, and I emerged from the bedroom to find her cooking up a storm in the kitchen. She had made omelets, french toast, and bacon, and was just finishing setting a plate for each of us out on the table.

“It’s so nice to be able to cook something for breakfast other than prefab egg and sausage sandwiches for once,” she said, looking incredibly sexy in an apron I’d forgotten I had. But before I could even think about getting close to her, she said, “I said not until after breakfast, you naughty boy.”

But I couldn’t resist, and I pulled her close, pushing the apron into her cleavage. She yelped in surprise, but then said in a sultry voice, “I think we can make an exception this one time.”

I pounded into her eagerly, and she made no further protests, only gasps and moans. As I neared orgasm, she said, “Wait!” and before I could question her, she had pushed me back and stroked me rapidly, making me come all over the plate of food in front of us.

“Now, sit down and eat,” she scolded playfully, and took a fork full of eggs and jism into her mouth. We had a strange but delicious breakfast, and after we were done, we took a shower together, our bodies entwined as the water cascaded over us.

But as we stood there, still wrapped in each other’s arms, she suddenly pulled away and said, “My ass, I need you in my ass.” I moved aside as she braced herself against the wall, and I pushed a finger into her asshole to make sure she was ready. Then I pushed my rod up her back door, and she screamed, “Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!”

By the time I had my hand around front to rub her clit, she was primed for another orgasm and came almost instantly. We finished our shower and cuddled on the couch, and then she climbed onto my lap, easing her pussy down onto my cock. She rode me slowly and gently, and I kissed her as she raised and lowered herself on my dick.

“Ask me how I feel about you,” she said softly, and I asked, “How do you feel about me?” She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “Everybody else sees me as a burger-flipping, servant bioroid. You’re the only person that ever looked at me differently, that thought of me as something else.”

I tried to absorb all this while she continued to lift her cunt up and down the length of my cock. “How do you feel about me?” she added, and I stammered, “I… I… I love you.”

She gave me the sweetest smile. “Do you want to hear me say it back?” I nodded, and she said, “I love you too, Steve.” We shared a soft, gentle kiss, and then she pulled back just a little, her lips still close to mine, and said, “Despite what Mr. Walters wrote to you in that card, this is how I want you to remember me. Just like this.”

But it turned out that was all just a dream. When I woke up, Alison was gone, and I was left with nothing but a memory of our incredible night together. I got out of bed, still feeling numb, and stumbled to the kitchen to make some coffee. As I waited for it to brew, I felt a pang of sadness, knowing I might never see her again.

But then I remembered the words she had said to me, “I know there is someone out there for you. Find her and be happy.” I took a deep breath and smiled, feeling a sense of hope. Maybe someday I’d find another Alison, someone who would make me feel the same way. But for now, I just had to hold onto the memory of our night together, and the love we had shared.

As I sipped my coffee, I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to Alison, and whether she was happy. Had she gone back to her old routine, or had she found a way to break free from her programming? I didn’t know, but I knew I’d always cherish the memories of our time together, and the love we had shared.