The Landlady

Written for a skinsuit central story exchange for Billion.

Martin Portenpas sat at the coffee table with dollar bills laid out neatly in front of him. Rent day was due and the 24 year old had it nearly counted up. 700 dollars per month for the top section of this house was a steal nowadays. The poorly groomed blonde man with short blonde hair wore a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. It was a lazy Sunday, and he just had to go over and pay Miss Widukind, the middle-aged woman that owned the home he and his girlfriend Felicia lived in.

 By luck, his tomboyish girlfriend knew Miss Widukind and she was nice enough to let them live there for a cheap price in a good neighbourhood. He’d met Rose de Marseille at a yard sale as they were both trying to buy an old 60’s television as a decoration. Rose was a year or two older than him but it had never really mattered. She was a tomboy, into masculine hobbies and a fervent tinkerer with her raven black hair always being boyishly short as to be low maintenance. Her breasts were only half an A cup but that had never bothered either of them at all.

The only thing that wasn’t tomboyish about Rosa was her job, she worked as a private tutor helping out teenagers studying even though she didn’t look the part at all. In fact she looked like she’d fit in with the teenagers just fine. 

Martin was checking the bills and nodding. It was all there and now he had to wait for Miss Widukind to show up and collect the rent. 

Rosa, however, was in no relaxing mood. She was washing herself and getting dressed in a rather official looking office outfit. As she barged in the room, Martin looked slightly disappointed.

“Another sunday consult?”

“Yeah, double pay though so it’s worth it you know that. Rich kids gotta pass their tests too.”

“Gotcha. I’ll deal with Miss Windy, but she’s never a hassle. I could bang her and score us a discount on the rent though.” He leaned back and smiled at Rosa, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

But rather than throw him a slightly frustrated glare or a chuckle, Rosa seemed shocked, caught off guard.

“Hey, hey.” Martin leaned forward. “That was a joke. I would never!”

Rosa glanced at him inquisitively. She was…less mad then he expected her to be, her reaction didn’t make sense…if he didn’t know.

“Where did that come from?”

“I think Windy is into me. Like for real, Rosa. The way she stares at me when we meet is just…i just know it. Not that I actually would just…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made that joke.”

“You barely know her and yet you can tell she loves you?”

“The eyes don’t lie, Rosa. Just like the way I can see it in your eyes.” He got up, leaned in and gave her a kiss, then slapped her on the ass.

“I’ll be waiting for you, and you alone, love. Now go get paid, I’ll see you later tonight!” 

She grabbed her teaching instruments and left for the bus stop. And when she got there, she turned right around and walked back to her own house. This time, though, she didn’t approach from the front but rather from the side, unlocking the side entrance to the landlord section of the house…a section where she didn’t belong at all. She stepped inside, looking back to see no one behind her as she locked the door again.

“Every rent day the same trick…maybe I should have Windy ask to pay rent per three months. I swear, Martin is going to find out someday.”

All the windows were blocked, and she flicked on the light. At first glance, this looked like a home office room instead of a living room, with a fancy wooden desk and a computer set up as well. Behind her was a bedroom that seemed pretty normal. The only strange thing was that Rosa was breaking into her landlord’s apartment…and getting naked!

Rosa started undressing immediately, not even bothering to put her clothes away as she kicked them aside. “That’s for Miss Amelia Windukind to worry about.” She ripped off her shirt and flung it at the office chair near the PC, missing it by a meter. When she was all naked, down to her hairy bush down below as she stepped into the bedroom and opened the walk in closet.

Hanging in there, tossed onto a pile was a set of clothing with something strange underneath. Something that could best be described as an empty skin.

Rosa grumbled for a moment. “We can’t accept your application to become a board-certified personal tutor because you don’t look womanly enough and don’t act like some stuck up broad who came from a fancy ass college.” She got into a high and mighty stance, pretending to be a woman of class before grumbling. “But if Widukind walks in they don’t even check her references and hand her the documents I need. The world is a judgemental bitch, and it’s even making me act like one.”

Rosa complained, even though she had to admit, she adored being miss Widukind. It was so much fun being someone else, and the money was great too. Whenever Rosa needed to take care of something, she’d slip into her alternate ego MILF and get treated much better then her real self. And then when she got home, she chucked her alter ego in the closet. 

She lifted up the pile and put it on the double bed, starting to organize it.

Her voice dropped several octaves, her demeanor and physical stance changed. From a more masculine stance to one that was more feminine and mature, moving in a way as if she was carrying around a far larger cleavage. The look on her face turned sharp, like a stern teacher or motherly figure would while cleaning up the mess of a child.

“Rosa always leaves these messes behind, no wonder her life is a mess in general.” The tone was strict, yet motherly while Rosa had a smirk on her face. She had found what she had been looking for.

Rosa used both hands to lift one up an empty mask of miss Windukind by the long red hair. She had thick rosy cheeks splattered with freckles and thick black eyeshadow around her eyes. All of which made it much easier because Rosa didn’t have to bother with the stupid makeup crap at all. She was quite a lot rounder to match the rest of her thick body which lay in pieces along with her outfit. 

The best part of Rosa’s short hair was that she had no struggle with pulling the mask over her head, stretching out the neck over her own head. With a flick of her head backwards the long red hair strapped into a bun fell into place. Her cheeks expanded outwards, giving her a fuller figure while her eye colour shifted from brown to a beautiful shade of blue. She took a moment to adjust the mask and rubbed her cheeks and pressed down around her eyelids as the black eyeshadow formed around them.

Amelia Windukind opened her eyes looking around the room inquisitively with a set neutral expression. Her head looked mismatched with her rather flat, small body on which it rested. She walked over to the vanity and sat down, picking up the pair of glasses that Rosa put down and put it on her face, checking if the process had completed itself. 

Satisfied, she walked back to the suit, laying it out on the bed. The breasts were an F cup by design to draw more attention to herself, and partially live out Rosa’s desire to be admired by others…with a distance. She’d always been loyal to Martin and fully intended to stay so, even though Miss Windukind had received quite a few offers. 

For a moment, the look on Amelia’s face faded into Rosa’s as she jokingly slapped the suit’s breasts with both hands before dragging the suit to the edge of the bed. She pulled it over the edge as the thicker legs flopped over. The suit was lacking a head, and the person wearing the head was sitting down on the bed, pressing both feet into the suit’s neck until they reached the ground.. With both hands she tugged at the suit’s legs, pushing her own in until the suit pulled into place, tightening around her until the suit had merged with her to just below her crotch.  She stood up, carrying the suit’s front end with one hand while one reached around to press her thick buttcheeks into place. She waited for her crotch area to merge and pull itself tight into the motherly hips of Amelia Windukind. 

Rosa finished transforming herself by slipping both arms into the suits, flicking both arms backwards to pull the skinsuit tightly onto her chest where her breasts were pulled forward, expanding to fill up her alter ego’s while the neck pulled itself tight.

Standing there was the strict Amelia Windukind, naked except for the glasses on her face. A redheaded MILF beauty that turned heads when she passed. Rosa was long gone, and she had fully accepted the persona of Miss Widukind as her true self. Usually the two women never crossed her brain. In her mind, they were two different people, which made her act of the strict MILF teacher not just an act, but a reality. A reality that was peeled off and chucked into the closet of the fake landlord section of her own house whenever she was no longer needed. 

Amelia got dressed, stepping into her panties and getting on her bra to help keep her mounds in place. This was followed up by a grey skirt, blonde blouse and a light-grey jacket, Miss Windukind’s famous combo that she always wore (because that was the only clothes she had). With a frown, she muttered disappointment at her real self as she cleaned up the mess that Rosa had left behind.  A final glance in her vanity revealed the perfection of her disguise that she wore every working day. And when a disguise was perfect, and her acting on point, it was not a disguise at all.

She slipped into her high heels for a few extra centimeters length over her real form, and walked back through the alley, past the bus stop and circling back around to the front of the property. Along the way, she caught a few glances of men mentally undressing her with her eyes which made her smile inwardly.

Miss Amelia Windukind approached the front door belonging to Rosa and Martin and knocked on the door. She could hear some shuffling before Martin opened the door.

“Miss Widukind, how nice of you to come over. I have the rent all laid out, as usual, would you like some tea as well?”

Amelia didn’t want to come across as nervous in any way. She wanted to say no, but smiled and said yes. She could notice Martin glancing at her eyes, with a bit of a smirk forming on his face that he quickly suppressed.

“Yes, that would be lovely.” The look on her face remained the same even though being near Martin always warmed Miss Windukinds heart. Rosa cursed her inability to stay as strict as she should have been whenever he was around, so she always kept miss Windukind’s visits to an absolute minimum length of time. 

But now she was out to prove that she was totally not attracted to her renter who was really hot.

“Come on in, I’ll put the kettle on.” Martin walked to the kitchen as Amelia sat down on their couch. Moments later, he came back with a tea set and kettle, placing it down and making miss Widukind a cup of tea.

“Thank you, Martin.” She said it with just too much emphasis and cursed herself. Maybe she should just take the money and leave, it would be a bit rude but it would work.

Martin glanced over at her. Oh, damn, stay calm, he can’t like accuse me of being Rosa. Be widukind, be the strict MILF landlady damn it!” Amelia glanced back and let out a tell tale nervous smile.

“So, miss Widukind, this months rent, in 50’s, altogether 700 dollars.” He laid the envelope in front of her, and she opened it and flicked through it. It checked out, and she nodded, slipping it in her pocket. “Thank you, Martin.” Amelia reached for her cup and took a big gulp of Earl Gray just to get it over with as soon as possible.

“So, how are you, miss Widukind?”

“Fine, I am fine, thank you Martin. How’s Rosa?”

“Oh she’s out on another sunday tutoring session. She always has those lately…but hey, the money doesn’t lie.”

“Ah I see.” Another uncomfortably big gulp, and she was very close to the bottom of her cup.

An awkward silence fell. Amelia leaned forward, and chucked back the cup of tea like it was a shot glass.

“Well, I have more things to attend to today so I must be going, thank you for the tea.”

“You’re welcome Miss Windukind. Before you go, I wanted to ask something else?”

“Certainly.”

“Why are you pretending to be your own landlady, Rosa?”

Oh shit.

Amelia Windukind glanced back at Martin, equal parts confused and annoyed.

“Excuse me?” 

“The eyes don’t lie. You’re deeply in love with me, practically melt before me. There’s only one girl that does that, and that surely isn’t the bitch landlady miss Widukind.”

“How DARE YOU!” In a moment of anger, Amelia stood up and gave him a death glare. “Pack your junk, and get out of my house by the end of the month. Calling me a bitch to my face, disgusting pig you are.”

Martin was taken aback by her fury for a second, thinking of a good response.

“And where is Rosa going to live then?”

“Look, your theory is preposterous and you have no evidence for it.”

“You’re really cute when you’re faltering to hold up your disguise.” Martin stood up, approached Miss Widukind and kissed her on the cheek. “But like I said, Rosa, the eyes don’t lie.” Amelia shook her head and tried her hardest not to blush. 

“You have no evidence for any of this, and it’s bull, mister Portenpas.”

“You have the same birthdate as my girlfriend, 20 years older to be exact. You are never here when Rosa is, she always uses the same  “tutoring excuse.” And I may have been able to use my work at the post office to look up Miss Widukind when I first got a funny feeling about you. Turnt out Rosa de Marseille and Amelia Windukind are sharing a private PO box. And then there’s the fact that the woman that I have heard of is full of ice practically melting the moment she sees me, just like my lovely girlfriend.” Martin leaned in and kissed Miss Widukind on the face.

“The only reason I don’t know…is why?” 

Miss Windukind averted her gaze. “Because the world doesn’t take me seriously. Rosa is too masculine, people look past me. I don’t have any authority as Rosa. When I…” She stopped. ‘When Rosa graduated, she found that no one wanted to deal with her out of sheer judgement. But Miss Widukind, who has the exact same credentials as Rosa, is taken seriously. This…her…she…I, we get jobs as her. I’ve always been Miss Widukind, even before we met, she pays the bills.

“And…this house?”

“Rosa owns it as an inheritance. When we’d only just met…I…,no, Rosa..”

“Are you not Rosa?”

“I’m Amelia Windukind right now. It helps me…be her. I’ve never, ever given anyone an inch of doubt about Amelia being real, respetable and authoritative.”

“Except when talking to me.”

“I…I love you, Martin, please don’t be mad at me for lying to you.”

“Just…” He rubbed her cheek affectionately. “Tell me why you’d pretend to be your own land lady. And where does our rent money actually go?”

“Because I didn’t want to come off as wealthy. Also, I do like the…privacy I get as miss Widukind. Don’t…don’t get me wrong I love you but sometimes it’s just good to be her on my own. As for your rent…well,I use it to pay off house things and the rest I’ve saved up. It wasn’t lost. But…I want to keep missing Widukind often.”

“Okay. I’m okay with that…on one condition.”

Her heart sank. She looked him in the eye.

“That I get to enjoy Miss Widukind…fully.” He kissed her again.

“You…you’d…want to?” She looked up at him. 

“Okay. Okay we can do that but….”

“Mhmm.”

“I want to keep Miss Widukind and Rosa de Marseille separate. When I am…me, i want to be called Amelia, not Rosa, and vice versa. I need to keep them separated…and I need to stay in character.”

“Understood, miss Widukind.”  He winked at her. “So, I wanted to discuss the price of rent.”

“Excuse me?” She glanced at him, fully back in character. “I’ll have you know that this price is not just more than fair for this area, but it is in fact generous.”

Martin shook his head. “I was thinking, since Rosa isn’t here we could come to a new agreement.”

“I highly doubt it.”

“You’re alone, aren’t you, Amelia.”

“You will refer to me as Miss Widukind at all times.” Martin reached in, wrapping his arms around her as he kissed her on the mouth, having the woman melt in her arms.

“I love you..R…Amelia.”

“I love you so much Martin, please forgive me.”

“I’ve been imagining you naked since we met, now show it to me!”

The ever refined Widukind started undressing, nearly laying her clothes down and folding them up. When she liberated her mounds, Martin slowly nodded and grinned as he felt up her breasts.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like Rosa’s breasts but..”

Miss Widukind glared. “Don’t bring her up, I don’t want her to be a part of this at all.”

“Understood…Amelia.” By now, Martin was rock hard and he practically jumped out of his pants and pressed his cock against her panties.

“Time for a discount on the rent.”  He pushed the aside and slid into Amelia’s nethers which got her to moan loudly.”

“You’ve been dreaming of this a lot haven’t you, me and you together?”

“Y…yeah, it had been on my mind. But I didn’t know how to break the news to you…”

“I’ve known for months, but I didn’t feel about bringing it up because you had your reasons. But when I started looking for it…for real, it was easy to see through you, Amelia.”

“Just…” She looked him right in the eyes. “Treat miss Widukind like she’s real. Treat her like she is not Rosa, but someone really else. A hot MILF rent lord that you’re cheating with on your tomboy girlfriend.”

“Does that mean Rosa’s not coming back?”

“Of course she is. Just give her some time…” Amelia leaned in and started to kiss him while she pressed her pussy against his dick, letting him slide in. She pulled him onto the couch, sitting down and spreading her legs wide while Martin hammered her. Her glasses shook with every thrust, almost falling off her face. The stern private tutor was gone, all that remained was a woman that wanted nothing else on earth but to have Marvin sharing his love with her. 

Martin leaned in and started kissing her tightly, going as deep inside her as he could.

“You know, this isn’t good enough. You work for me now, Amelia. Get on your knees.”

She looked up to him with an intense glare before getting on her knees in front of him. Martin slapped her with his dick, and she couldn’t resist as she grabbed him tight and immediately deepthroated him so hard her glasses fell off her nose while her hair turned into a mess very quickly. Martin started to breathe heavily as he looked down at his strict landlord giving him the blowjob of a lifetime

Amelia never stopped, not even when Martin dropped load after load of cum in her throat. Though just like Rosa, she had no problem with taking it all in. They were sweaty, filthy, and completely satisfied. Amelia sucked him dry and then looked up at him with nothing but love in her eyes. Yet it faltered the moment she looked around at the mess they had both left behind on the floor, especially where she had squirted all over the carpet. The sharp look of Miss Widukind was back, even when she was naked with a dick in front of her face as she picked up her glasses and got to cleaning up. Martin saw her lift her ass in the air to try while trying to pick something up and slapped one of her thick ass cheeks with a smile.

Amelia giggled and looked back at him. He smiled and said “Come on, I think we need to take a shower first. Maybe you can tutor me in proper shampooing?”

“Of course.” Amelia stood up, readjusted her face and hair. “Let me show you how to do it, mister Portenpas. The naked landlady led the way to the bathroom, and her boyfriend followed close behind, with the biggest smile on his face.