Ring His Doorbell

By Ally Moseley

Please do not read if you are under the age of 18.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

He's a janitor at a women's college, a wolf among sheep.  Izzy, a student, she wants to be called by him.
When she goes out to eat with friends, he seeks her out. He wants to win her as his, and pick her up in a love hotel.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: HIRASHIMA KOKI
• Release date: Jan 31, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215056660

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Table of contents

Her slap

By Geile freche

Learn to fly

Don't you dare

Why get divorced?

The plug

In the bar

Hour hotel

Girl power

She rings his doorbell

Comes home

Report to the school office

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Ring His Doorbell

Author: Ally Moseley

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Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Please do not read if you are under the age of 18

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Her slap

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Tired, Rodney gets out of bed. Who can it be? Who has the nerve to ring their doorbell early in the morning. Rodney had a long night. He quickly pulls on his jeans and takes a quick look at himself in the mirror hanging in the hallway. With both hands he tries to smooth down the shaggy hair. No chance. It rings again, one, two, three times. I'm coming, he calls towards the front door. He opens. His torso is bare.

You fucked my daughter, you pig, Rodney is yelled at. In front of him is what he estimates to be a red-haired woman in her forties, in a green dress. Her neckline is wide, actually far too wide, although open appropriately for the season. It opens up to him with a male connoisseur's eye; under this dress lies a massive bosom. Maybe his gaze lingers too long on the décolleté, but maybe it's because of the daughter he's talking about, in any case he suddenly feels the burning of a slap in the face that she gave him.

He was still tired when he opened the door, but he's wide awake now.

Wait... he calls after her. She's gone, he can still see her ass moving excitingly in the tight dress. What a horny woman he thinks, he can't believe what just happened. She turns around, shows him a fuck finger.

Keep your hands off her. Otherwise you will have to deal with me.

She pulls a car key out of her purse and points it in the direction of a red car. The car doors open and she gets in.

She's still a child, she shouts out of the open car window and continues.

He rubs his red cheek. There is an envelope in the mailbox next to him, which he pulls out. Swallows fly past, not a single cloud can be seen in the blue sky. A beautiful day. It's still early, but quite warm. Awakened by the redhead's appearance, he goes back to his modest apartment. It is a small apartment of several apartments in a terraced house on the outskirts of town. The neighboring apartment is on the right, right next to his entrance. The narrow front yard is separated by a hedge.

Izzy - flashes through his mind. How does the red-haired beast know about us, he thinks. Izzy was here last night, she's the reason he's still tired and sleepy. It was a wild night. She's young, just turned eighteen, and she still looks girlish.

At thirty-nine he's approaching forty hard. He has had the job of a janitor at the school for three months. He was unemployed for a long time, before that he had dealt drugs and was in prison for two years. Now he wants to gain a foothold again, as the saying goes. The probationary period is over, he paid for something that shouldn't have been atoned for. He didn't sell hard, addictive drugs, it was what he saw as pleasure-inducing, intoxicating things like LSD, ecstasy and hash - he called them anti-depressants and he saw himself less as a dealer and more as a kind of doctor. However, he had made a lot of money, more than with the janitor's job, with dealing. It doesn't matter - it's over. The job as a janitor is not difficult, the pay is okay - he likes to work with his hands. He is not made to sit in front of the computer or squat in the office. The downside to the job, which he only got for flirting with the headmistress, is that there are too many hunky girls who have just come of age at school. And with his tousled black hair, his three-day beard and his well-trained figure, he is popular with teenagers who want to be tackled harder. He looks, to put it in a nutshell, with his blue eyes like a charming gangster type, a bad boy as he is in the book. And he's not the type to resist temptation.

Izzy - with her, it was a real orgy. He had worried it properly. Or so he believes. As it should be, he went through it properly. And she took part, she liked it. There was a lot of passionate energy in this little mouse.

Did he venture too far? If that gets out, he's screwed and his job is gone. Damn it, the world is unfair, the fresh plums are hanging in front of his mouth, wanting to be picked, and now he's supposed to atone for something that there's nothing to atone for. Izzy, the little one had come to him, wanted to try out her young cunt. what's included Should he send her back home?

He goes into the kitchen, puts the espresso pot with the coffee on the stove and thinks. He takes a croissant wrapped in plastic from the kitchen cupboard and puts it on a plate.

Between his legs there is still moisture from her pleasure juices. He reaches into his pants, pulls his hand out again and smells his fingers. izzy He thinks of her, his penis stiffens, pressing against the fabric of the blue jeans. This horny mouse. Her little pussy was shaved like a baby's bottom. He licked and kissed her, opening the gap with his tongue. The clitoris swelled, literally erect on his tongue. She moaned softly, her eyes closed. And then he took her. Now that he brings the espresso cup to his mouth, he has the image of last night in front of his eyes again. She had spread her thighs wide for him, she wanted to feel him inside her. He approached her like a panther ready to attack. He touched her clitoris with the tip of his cock and gradually, as if in slow motion, he penetrated her.