All Chapters of Subway Perv: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My hands take the holy cross, binding me to the vow of chastity, while beneath my big skirt, the tip of a big dildo presses against my cotton panties, leaving it wet from my slimy precum. “Welcome to St. Dymphna’s Cloister.” Mother Superior's voice echoes in the silent building. I wear the wooden cross over my neck with a heavy heart. Just maybe my mum is right, I need salvation. My slight change of position drives the tip further in!It pushes my soaked cotton pants into my wetness. The jab sparks a wave of sweetness all over my sensitive skin. ‘Oh, fuck…’ I groan in my head and clap my knees. I can't be cursing in the chapel!And I certainly shouldn't be feeling this on the holy ground. But in my defense, I only wanted to hide it from my mum... I didn't mean any of this to happen.The cross is heavy on my neck and confession in my heart. The spot where the cross lays, burns. It's okay to say I'm in my moment of confusion.My thighs press harder, locking the dildo in place, b

The surface beneath my skin is soft, smooth… like rich silk on my body. The intoxicating smell of spice and hood assaults me. I find myself sniffing deeply and filling up my lungs. My brain is working overtime, trying to bring to mind the last thing that happened. Mother Superior’s stern face. Dark street. Bruised feet.My head starts to pound from the gruesome memory. It plunges me deeper.Voices. Flashlight… HIM.I gasp, a subtle cry like I’m drowning underwater. I’m hyperventilating, with severe ache pounding in my head. I holy upward, eyes fly open to view a whole new world.I’m on a luxury king-sized bed in a dimly lit room. The blue bulb gives it a cozy feel, a big LED screen is on a glass shelf, and beneath is a small fireplace with coal burning to keep me warm. My eyes crawl down to my bare feet. My big toe is plastered, but I’m not in my torn uniform!I’m starting to panic.My legs are bare. My eyes sweep up to the tiny denim that only clads my ass, a baggy black hoodie tha

He unbuckles his belt and lets it loosely hang down his pants. His gloved hand rubs along the fly, stroking, teasing the bulge that pokes the zipper.I can feel his eyes on me, watching, calculating.The zipper slowly pulls down, each beating second drums his order. He keeps pulling till the tip of his cock pokes out of his waistband. “Come here,” his voice is deep, deliberate. I crawl forward, eyes slide down his mask, his clean hoodie… the parted pants that bare a few inches of his black cock that desperately seeks to break the surface. The surface is round. Smooth.So damn big…I swallow dryly, anticipating how much it will fill my jaw and stretch it out. At how much he will slide down my throat and blast hard till I’m sore.“Stroke my cock.” he says, waiting till my small hand lies on the bulge beneath the loose pants. It feels hard, full.Just as thick as the dildo. And black.“Yeah, sweep along my cock like that.” He bites back a moan and sigh. “Your hand is so small. Too sm

My mum isn't just miraculously in my dad's house, she is right next to his naked, sexy girlfriend… in a heated silent battle.‘Mum, how…’ my tongue is caught to the roof of my mouth. I pin on my toes, not moving. First, I vanished from the convent, then I somehow surfaced in my dad’s house, the last place on earth she wants her wild daughter to be. And as if proving her right, my dad has a naked, unapologetic woman in his house.“Shit,” my dad mutters under his breath. He grips me a bit too tightly as if finding strength. I haven't really seen him this agitated. Maybe I haven't been around him long enough to know that.“Stay calm, love.” He rubs my back and leads me to the edge of a couch, far away from the brewing war. “Let me sort it out.” Then he walks over to the lady, gently grips her hand and tries to pull her away from the drama. “Can we talk…”“Only if you send them away— What’re doing?” The brunette groans, visibly angry. “Who are they?” She isn't trying to go unheard. H

“You’re gonna be late, sweetie!” My dad’s voice echoes in the yard. Since my arrival, he hasn't stopped introducing me to every one of his neighbors. In less than twenty-four hours, I feel more popular in less than the biggest superstar. There’s the bubbly Maria who has a secret crush on my dad but he has no idea because men love the signal to be glaring before they realize. Or maybe he does, but poor Maria isn't his type.There’s also the notorious Jamaican twins he warned me never to cross, Seun, nicknamed Brass, and Cane, nicknamed Malachi the serpent. They are just as in hot demand and my dad and he can't stand it.“Isla.” He groans again, cutting through my confusion.Over and over again, I admire my reflection. I don't look like a girl desperate to get admitted to school, or a girl whose name was illegally slipped into the admission book. Instead, I look like a hot… Baddie, if there’s a word like that.The slim fit shirt Maria gave me, tailors my boobs so well that it gives the