All Chapters of Subway Perv: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

His shirt slips off my hand and drops to the floor. The spot that was deep inside my pants, stroking my wet needy pussy is coated with a thick creamy layer of whitish gel-like fluid.‘Oh, fuck!’ My brain spirals in confusion. The soaked spot on the gray shirt is so catchy that I want to kick it away from the surface. “I’ll be at the table, waiting.” He continues when he only gets heavy breathing from me instead of a solid response. I bet he has no idea I'm fighting for my life. “Ye— right, sir.” I stutter, suddenly sweaty.Once his footsteps start to fade away and the door clicks shut, I collapse back on the couch, hand to my racing heart.‘Shhh,’ I mumble to it, waiting for it to be even. The pussy juice-coated shirt is still in front of me. I pick it up and slip in. The neckline is sticky and darker, it's the spot with my wildness. It's so glaring that you can spot it from any angle you're sitting. I pull my hair from the pony and let it fall over my back and cover the dark shad

1st Day At Camp SchoolVoices. Stares. Hands pointing in my direction. And ridiculous laughter.‘What’s going on?’ I murmur in my head but keep walking down the pebbled walkway that leads to the classrooms. Today is my first day at Study Lab and I'm both nervous and curious to know what’s in it for me. Today, I don't get to see Mr. Enzo since we aren't having his course, Advanced Biology. Frankly, I look forward to weekends, and the moments I get to corner him for my nasty plans.“It's her.” A firm feminine voice whispers to her partners in crime, loud enough as if she doesn't care if I know she is on about me. “Ish.” The other sighs. “Orange hair, orange brains.” They start laughing in obvious mockery. I hold tight to the straps of my bag as I try to ignore the other student’s odd attitude towards me. It's like them against me. ‘What’s wrong with my hair? Is my bag bad? I'm I dressed stupidly?’Lots of questions run through my head. My eyes scan my simple black dress, one among

Cornor’s POV“Oh, my fucking god!” I spring up, breathing heavily like I just ran a marathon. My body is covered in thick beads of sweat and my bed linens are soaked. “Fuck! Fuck!” I’m panicking. Red flames blur my vision. I roll, desperate to set myself free, but instead of running out of the burning circle, I fall with a heavy thud. My bones snap, sending ripples of pain through my body.“Ouch!” I groan in agonizing pain and blink my eyes nonstop until they fully open. I’m on the ground beside my bed, not in the center of a burning circle. My hands and legs are free, not bound to the old wooden chair… No fire.No masked man.Just me.‘What the heck?!’ I jerk up, lost in confusion. Still in disbelief, I pull my hands out to examine them. I remember the fire squeezing at my skin, I remember the heat moving so close like a whirlwind… “Oh, god.” I do another scan of my room and everything is in order. The chair is gone. Not even the circle drawn in my room is there. “What’s going

The sun rises with my anger. My dad and I are yet to iron things out and I’m not even making any effort. After he had taken his phone the previous night, we said goodbye. “Honey?” My dad’s voice shakes sleep off me. “Breakfast is served.” I don’t respond. I remain silent in bed, just staring at nothing in particular. “Don't be late, it will get cold.” He whispers and waits for a moment before walking away. ‘Go slow, Isla.’ I groan to myself and roll in bed. After what seems like ten minutes, I eventually get out of bed, freshen up, and settle for a pair of black ripped denim shorts and a simple white top before joining my dad downstairs. “I’m not hungry,” I say from the base of the stairs. “Good morning to you too.” He stands up and pulls out a seat, ignoring my statement. I reluctantly join him. Scrambled eggs and freshly brewed coffee are for breakfast. We eat in silence until he breaks it.“I’m sorry, love.” He stops eating. “I only want what’s best for you.” “My god,” I

I should run, flee even… I should cover my face in my palms like innocent girls my age would. Not gawk at the big black cock of my bestie’s dad— and certainly, not take a naughty step towards the naked man in front of me, like a little dirty slut. “Isla,” His soothing baritone trembles, nothing like the defiant gentleman I know. It’s heavy.Thready… The kind of tone that is scared of breaking a rule. “Sir,” I mumble my response and take another silly step. It cuts through the slit of the dress, giving off my long flawless leg. It’s thick, the kind you can nib on, and as smooth as butter cream. “Don’t…” He mumbles his words.Enzo Macini doesn't stutter. He doesn’t flinch…And he certainly doesn’t entertain naughty teenagers, just like he is. I take another step, slow and seductive. It mirrors my darkest need, my burning soul. The last steps leave us a few inches apart. So close that the tip of his breathing cock grazes a wild spot on my thigh. “Hmm,” soft moans escape my throat.