The New Neighbor
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Chapter 5: The Suspicious Daughter
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5: The Suspicious Daughter - I'd been living alone in my sixth-floor apartment ever since my husband died in that tragic accident a few years ago. The building was old, with a shared courtyard where neighbors sometimes crossed paths, but I usually kept my distance. That day it was pouring rain, one of those downpours that turns the streets into rivers. As I entered the courtyard, I saw a tall man, his skin as dark as ebony, soaked to the bone, waiting in front of the elevator door.
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On the third day, Lucia caught me leaving the guys’ apartment.
I had gone to “pick up some borrowed tools”—in reality, Amadou had cornered me in the kitchen and fucked me against the refrigerator while the others watched and masturbated, crowning me with their semen like I was a king.
A ritual of possession.
I came out with my hair a mess, my lips swollen, and a smile I couldn’t hide.
“Mom?” Lucía was on the landing, keys in hand, frowning. “What are you doing coming out of the seventh floor?”
“Lucía!” I almost shouted. “I was ... helping the new neighbors. With the cleaning.”
“With the cleaning?” she repeated, looking at my disheveled appearance. “It seems you’ve been cleaning with ... enthusiasm.”
“They’re very nice,” I stammered. “Immigrants. Hard workers. They need help.”
Lucía went upstairs and looked at the door to number 7. Then it opened.
Omari came out, shirtless, sweaty, with a towel around his neck. Behind him, Jabari was in his underwear, drinking water.
“Mrs. Elena,” Omari said, with a perfect smile. “Thank you for the ... cleaning. Everything is spotless now.”
She looked at me in a way that made me blush furiously.
Lucía looked at Omari. She looked at Jabari. She looked at my disheveled, satisfied expression. And something clicked in her lawyer’s mind.
“Oh. God. Mom.”
“Lucía, I can explain...”
“You have five...” she counted with her eyes. “Five?”
“There are five of us, yes,” Omari said, without losing his composure. “And their mother is a wonderful woman who has helped us a lot since we arrived.”
Lucía turned to me, somewhere between horror and fascination.
“Mom, are you ... dating five men at the same time?”
“It’s not exactly dating,” I murmured.
“It’s more of a practical arrangement,” Amadou chimed in, poking his head in from inside. “Mutually beneficial.”
“They cleanse my loneliness,” I said, suddenly finding a strange dignity. And I ... well, I help them with things.
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