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New Faces
Date: 11/8/2023, Categories: Fiction Anal Black, Blowjob Consensual Sex Erotica Fan fiction, Interracial, Male/Female Older Male / Female, Author: Eccho, Source: sexstories.com
... here. I’m the one who’s confined with the one you prefer.” She playfully smacks my shoulder, saying, “You’re such a dick.” “And you’re such an asshole.” “Cute.” “Yes, you are.” We settle in our position, taking in our new place in the universe. No objections on my end, though. I love the aftercare. The world needs more of it. Especially with girls like her. She’s so...light. The next day approaches and I’m setting up my things to get the day started. As I’m doing so, I hear a knock on my door. And if Friday’s any indication, I don’t need much more context clues to figure out who it is. “What’s up, Snow?” I announce, prompting him to open the door, “Why’s it gotta be me?” he questions, “What, you knock racist or something?” “Lucky guess,” I reply in a sarcastic tone, not even giving him the satisfaction of entertaining his dumb joke, “Well, get a ticket already. Anyways, you know the new hire’s here, right?” “You mean the person who’s supposed to be starting their job today? An event that was expressed in e-mails, meetings, out of Jeff’s mouth, and won’t stay inside of yours for a fraction of a second? Nah, I think you’re mistaken.” “Be a dick all you wanna, man. I’m just ensuring that you know for a fact what’s going on before you eat your words.” “Preparing my silverware right now.” “Alright, cool. If you need me, I’ll be over in room 343.” “Yup. And like always, America’s gonna pay off every last debt before I need ...
... you.” He flips me off before stepping out of my room in pursuit of his new restraining order holder. Once he’s out of sight, I get to thinking. Yeah, I could finish preparing for the day. Oooor I could witness Snow getting his shit rocked. Of course, it’s not even a question. I head out of my room and look to my left, seeing Snow standing outside of the aforementioned room, checking his breath. He then notices me before giving a smug look and heading inside. I walk over to the adjacent wall and lean on it, listening in on the conversation. “Hey, there,” Snow starts, “Snow Villiers.” “Cool,” I hear a woman’s deadpan voice reply with sounds of papers shuffling and cabinets closing following behind, “So is this your first teaching gig?” “Yup.” “Yeah, it can be quite overwhelming, but these guys are just a bunch of morons. Just dig in your heels and you’ll be alright.” “Good to know.” Silence. Way to go, killer. I can practically hear her ovulating for you. “Soooo,” he continues, “Got any pl-” “Claire already told me about you, dude. I’m not interested.” “Ok, first of all, she’s just mad that she tried something with me a while ago and I turned her down. You can’t take advice from someone that bitter. As you could tell, she’s got a sour attitude. Second of all, what better way to determine who’s the best for you than actually giving them a cha-AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!” I hear the distinct sound of metal being thoroughly acquainted with human flesh with the ...