All Chapters of "Oh Yes, Daddy" (A Spicy Collection): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Rosey crawled over to Professor Dorian and sat in front of him like an obedient girl. Professor Dorian's eyes roamed over her naked body hungrily and then he looked back at Tina. Tina stilled as Professor Dorian made a come here sign with two of his fingers. She crawled over to him too on shaky legs. Rosey wrapped her arms around Tina's waist and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Professor Dorian's gaze burned into Tina's as he placed her legs on his shoulders. He positioned himself at her entrance and rubbed himself against her wetness, groaning.He looked down at her, eyes flickering to her breast, then thrust himself deep inside of her, his hardness filling her aching, throbbing pussy. Rosey laid down next to Tina and pressed her lips on hers. Her fingers grazed down her stomach and down to Tina's clit, and she rubbed small circles around it. Tina arched her back and whimpered at the pleasure.Professor Dorian stared down and watched Tina's tits bounce as he fucked her.

Finally, I slid my mouth all the way down his cock, circling my lips around the rosary. I caught the beads with my teeth and slid them slowly up, caressing his cock with them as I pulled them off. He was bigger now than he had been when I put the beads on, and they were a bit difficult to remove. They squeezed tightly around his shaft. I pulled them off and let them fall into my hand. My tongue flicked that spot right under his head. My teeth nibbled gently. I took the wet rosary beads and slid them down his balls, all the way back to his ass. Father Adam tensed. I slid the beads up and down the cleft of his ass, letting the warm beads caress him, letting him get used to the idea. I sucked hard on his cock and then removed him from my mouth long enough to whisper to him. ‘Relax…’ I pushed the rosary against him. I pressed one bead against his puckered ring. Father Adam whimpered and moaned on a deep breath as he let his body relax as much as he could. I gently pushed, and the be

“Well Charlotte, what have you got to say for yourself?” The woman said, pursing her lips.Charlotte hated that line, that thing teachers did when they tried to make you incriminate yourself, even if you were an eighteen-year-old student, about to finish. They did it to her all the time. It was a slimy trick as far as she was concerned. If you were caught doing something, and you protested your innocence, they’d say something like, ‘So, I’m a liar then, am I?’ And then you’re accusing them. The world didn’t work that way, sometimes you could be wrong without lying. That’s what teachers were like though, they put words in your mouth.So what did she have to say for herself? Nothing, really.The teacher would put something to her name either way, and she’d get detention or something.“Well, Charlotte? Anything to say?” She said again.“No, I guess not.” Charlotte shrugged.“Well, that doesn’t surprise me at all.” The woman snapped. “Why did you hit Phil with a book?”“He was stealing m

He slid two fingers into her tight little hole and started ramming them in hard and deep, as he leaned forward and sucked on the side of her neck. Charlotte started gyrating and grinding forward on his thick digits, her pink hole incredibly moist and ready. He pulled his fingers out, and pressed the head of his cock up against her pussy. She wrapped her legs around the big man’s taut glutes as he started to drill into her. Her snatch felt so ridiculously tight around his girth, and she screamed as he plowed deeper, spreading her. The cop slid his hands under her top and lifted her bra up. He grabbed her nipples and kneaded them, turning them like oven dials, sending a shudder down her spine. She reached out and caressed his chiseled chest, running her hands over his muscular pecs.“I’m going to take you from behind, Charlotte,” he told her as he withdrew. The cop thought for a moment that the girl was about to complain or say he was too big or something, but he didn't give her the c

Josephine marched briskly, impatiently wading through the crowd. As she turned the corner, she watched the trail of his funerary robe disappear into one of the old rooms. The corridor was empty, and she ran towards the door, yanking it open and stepping inside. The room was totally dark, and she reached for the light switch. The fluorescent light flickered on, dimly lighting the room. The Wandering Stranger stood in the centre of the room, clutching his knife, the red of the blood-spattered funerary robe seeming to glow brightly, as his eyeless stare fixed upon Josephine. The Wandering Stranger stood motionless, almost as if he was levitating lightly above the ground.“Who are you?” Josephine asked, stepping forward.The figure stood in silence, as a strange fear gripped Josephine’s insides. She reached her hand forward, grabbing the white mask in her hand, reaching her fingers into the eye sockets and pulling it from his face swiftly.At once, the funerary robe fell to the floor in