Subway Panties
By Montrose
A rough girl has a little fun 

Rob yawned, riding the subway home after a long meeting with his shrink, who was 
helping him to overcome his fear of aggressive women. His tyrannical boss (a woman) 
had gotten him so worked up on Friday that his shrink offered him an unusual Sunday 
night meeting. He sat slumped in the empty train car seat. Bright stops interrupted the 
dark expanse between. The inside lights in the car often went out and then back on in the 
electric car.

At one stop a good looking young blonde hopped onto the train - her boots clanging on 
the metal floor. She stood tall, wearing a short brown leather jacket with a snake on the 
back. Her black skirt was short and tight. Her fish net stockings were fashionably ripped. 
Her boots looked like she took them from a Nazi storm trooper, only they have three inch 

heels. Her hair flashed around in a high pony tail as she turned her head first one way and 
then the other. She smiled when she saw Rob and started toward him.

Rob gulped and twitched. His internal alarms were all ringing. She probably wants a 
cigarette or money, he prayed as she approached. He would give her a few bucks, if she 
asked. It would be nice to look into those big, energetic eyes for a moment, he had to 
admit. Rob both loved and feared powerful women - worshipped them - but this girl 
looked scary. 

She plopped down next to him suddenly, pushing him into the wall with her hip and 
shoulder.

"Uh..." Rob began with a dry mouth. The entire car was empty. What did she think she 
was doing, sitting next to him? This was a bit more than Rob could handle. His trembling 
hand reached for the seat back in front of him. He thought he might stand and move.

"What a weekend I've had!" the girl interrupted with a big grin on her face. "Go ahead!" 
she patted Rob intimately, high up on his leg. "Ask me about my weekend."

Rob froze with fear.

She smelled earthy, sensual. Her chest poked out of her jacket - plenty of cleavage 
showed out of a mostly unbuttoned white blouse. "I said, ask me about my weekend!" 
she commanded.

"How... how was your weekend?" Rob asked, blinking into her flashing eyes, which 
seemed to see right into him. Her leg against his was firm and warm. He couldn't help 
but do as she told him do, even if he was a good 15 years older than her.

"One non-stop fucking party!" She shouted, then laughed.

The profanity brought Rob back to his senses. He tried to move before things got more 
out of hand. "Excuse me, please... but..."

The girl pushes Rob back into his seat with an elbow to his chest. She did this without 
acknowledging that he was trying to stand. "It starts on Friday, right? I'm drinking beer 
with some friends downtown. Damned if some guys didn't join us and start paying to get 
us drunk.... AGAIN! It always happens when I shake my fine ass on the dance floor!" 
she winked at him.

Rob gulped. Oh god... he could feel his cock swelling. Oh dear... He knew if he didn't 
move soon he would be her mindless slave.

"So we drink and dance until who the fuck knows when. Next thing I know, my butt-hole 
hurts and I wake up outside the back door of the club we had been at. I mean, I got my 
bare ass in the air and my ear to the alley! I slept like that! I'm guessing I got 
gangbanged, but I don't remember a fucking thing! Anyway, it's almost time for me to 
start my shift pushing coffee, so I hoist my panties up and head for work. You following 
me so far?" The girl looks at Rob and smiles sweetly - so incongruous with her rough 
talk.

"I... uh...." He was still getting over the visual of her naked ass in the air.

"So I get to work," she continues. "Come is dripping out of my sphincter, into my undies, 
all morning. Before lunch this big fucking hunk-man comes in and orders six mochas - 
he musta stood 6 feet 10, I shit you not! I'm fixin' him up and casually asks if he 
wouldn't mind if I knob-snorkel on him in the back room. He nods and we go back. 
Damn if this guy aint hung like Mr Ed - or maybe a sea turtle - I swear to GOD! He 
about CHOKES me stuffing his fire hose down my throat, then he pulls me up onto the 
counter and fucks me - just about busts my quim in two, he's drivin' so hard! 
Hammerin'! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" She yells. The girl thrusts her hips as if she's the 
one doing the hammering. Pink panties flash from under her black skirt as her hips thrust 
forward. The earthy smell becomes stronger.

"Good times, let me tell you. I come twice and finally, so does he. And this guy has more 
come than GOD! He fills me up, then pulls out and squirts all over my bazoomers  for 
good measure." She bounced her boobs in her hands. "I'm layin' there, drippin' his jiz."

At this point the girl took a moment to fan herself and smile at the memory.

"I...uh... really must be..." Rob tried again in a quiet voice. Her elbow sets him back 
down and she starts up again.

"That was a good day at work, I have to say. I came so hard my ears were ringing. He's 
so damn hot I ask him what he's doin' later - I mean I was shameless ga-ga for this hunk-
man. He takes my cell phone number and tells me he'll let me know. I figure I've seen 
the last of him - guys like that can fuck anything that moves - they hardly ever hit the 
same hole twice, know what I'm sayin'?"

Now Rob is fanning himself. "Oh god..." he moans.

"But, sure enough, he calls. I figure, I must have knocked his fuckin' socks off, cuz hunk-
man wants me to meet him for sushi after work, like a date. So I walk around dripping his 
jiz all day, waiting for 4:30. My panties are drenched! I wipe some of his jiz off my 
melons and serve it to my boss, mixed in his coffee," she laughed. "He never guessed! 
Also, I'm blowin' gas from all the beer the night before. What a stink! It's buildin' up in 
these panties all day." She grabbed her crotch, flashing pink panties once more. Rob is 
spell bound by the sight.

"Finally, I get off work and join hunk-man. He turns out to by the guide for a group of 
five Japanese businessmen. They're all, like, 5 feet 4 and I'm towering over them at 5 
feet 10 plus three inch heels."

"5 feet 10?" Rob's eyes got big.

"Yeah," the girl looked him over. "6 feet 1 in heels. And 157 pounds. You?" At first Rob 
just stared at her. "Answer me!" she snapped.

"Uh... 5 feet 6... 143 pounds, Miss."

The girl snorted at him. "Just a little shit, eh? Anyway... the japs bow and smile up at 
me. I pat 'em all on the head and ask my stallion when we can ditch the little people. But 
guess what?"

She stops and looks at Rob, again. Rob freezes. The story was beginning to get him hot. 
He held his coat over his boner and asked in a shaky voice, What?"

"He says they all wanna ride me! All his little friends want a turn on me! No fuckin' way! 
I say. He says they'll give me $1,000. I say $1,000 per head, more like. Plus I tell him I 
want another turn with him. He says deal! 

"So now we're all up in this swanky penthouse and I got one jap up my ass, another in 
my clam, another riding my hooters and two more in my hands - all happy as can be, 
jabbering away. The one on my chest has his ass in my face and is humping fast. I'm 
sliding greased paws up and down the two guys standing next to me and aim their joints 
at my blonde bush. Sure enough I get all five of them to come within seconds of each 
other. My pie is glazed with jap come! It's like my cunt is a come volcano!

"They're so happy to be doing all this to a big blonde, they say they want another turn. I 
tell 'em it'll cost extra. They pony up and get on, trading places. They get creative. 
Sometimes I got two in my mouth at once. Once I hade two up my snatch at the same 
time and another up my ass. Five hours later, I'm countin' $25,000 and I'm sopping with 
come - absolutely slug-like with the stuff - I mean I'm dripping on the marble floor! And 
their all groanin', layin' around, with goofy smiles on their faces. 

"Hunk-man keeps his word and bangs me standing up against a pillar. I come like the 
world is going to end." The girl threw her head back and laughed. She patted Rob's leg. 
"GOD, that man can fuck!"

"One shower later, I'm out on the street on a Saturday night with the bank roll for a great 
party. I call my girls. We end up at the same club and dance. Guys join us and start 
buying drinks - could be the same guys as the night before - I got no idea. Can you guess 
what goes down?" She looked at Rob, her hand still  on his leg.

"You... wake... up..."

"With a busted butt-hole, out back once more, on my fuckin' ear! Bare ass toward the 
stars! On the nose, little shit!" She patted his face. "My money is gone and I'm dripping 
goo from who knows who!

"So today, I end up pullin' two skate boys into an alley and beatin' subway fare out of 
'em. I grabbed 'em by their fuckin' shirts and just kept bangin' their stupid heads 
together until they stopped movin'. And now, here I am, next to lucky little shit you!"

"Lucky?" Rob gulped.

"Yep!"

"How?"

"Cuz I am going sell you my wet panties, and you are going to eat them, little shit." The 
girl smiled down at Rob. She was suddenly focused, looking deeply into Rob's frightened 
face.

Rob thought of how many guys had been in and out of those panties since Friday night. 
Two days of hell and she expected him to eat them? He remembered back to his shrink 
telling him to stand up for himself. "I don't think so," he said. "I mean... I would rather 
not, please."

She grabbed his hand in an iron grip and stuffed it into her groin. It was wet down there. 
And hot. She rubbed his knuckles over her mound. He dared to extend a knuckle and slip 
it along her cunt-lips - he couldn't stop himself. She twisted his arm until it hurt. Rob 
yelped. Then she shoved his hand into his own face. "Sniff that," she snarled.

Rob whimpered. He gave in and sniffed. His boner jumped to full salute.

"Smells good," he admitted in a small voice.

The girl winked. Then she began pulling down her panties. "Specially seasoned for your 
enjoyment," she said. "You'll be glad you bought them. How much you got on you?"

Rob shook his head. "I... couldn't..."

"Yes you can," she replied. "What's more, you want to, and you will." She tucked her 
hand under his coat and fondled his hard-on. "See? You want it bad!"

She finished pulling her panties off over her boots and lifted them up to Rob's face. They 
were pungent and wet. Something dripped off onto his tie.

"How much you got?" she asked.

That's when Rob made a break for it. His stop was next and he leaped over her, for the 
doors. 

The girl tripped him and took him down in the aisle. She sat on his back. So much for 
asserting himself.

She pulled his head back by the hair and mashed her wet panties all over his face. "How 
much you got, little shit?" 

Rob struggled, but made no headway. The girl on his back laughed at him. She sat on his 
shoulder blades and trapped his wrists under her legs. Her 157 pounds crushed him into 
the metal floor. "Not only am I bigger than you," she observed, "but I'm faster, stronger, 
and meaner too."

He couldn't deny it.

An elderly man got on at the stop Rob wanted to get off at. He looked down at Rob and 
the girl with a raised eyebrow. Her skirt was up around her waist, exposing her mound. 
Her panties were over Rob's nose. 

"What's-a-matter old man?" asked the girl. "Aint you ever seen young love before?"

He quickly moved on to another car.

"So... what do you offer me for these fine, seasoned panties, little shit?" She smeared 
them in Rob's ears. She worked the crotch up one of his nostrils.
	
"My wallet!" Rob gasped. "Take everything! Just... please don't hurt me!"

"No kidding?" she asked as if shocked. "Let's see what 'everything' means." She pulled 
his wallet from his back pocket and opened it. She whistled. "Lots-a-lettuce! A very nice 
offer! Okay, little shit, you can have my panties for this. She stuffed his wallet down her 
cleavage.

Then she mashed her panties into Rob's gaping mouth. She stuffed them in deep and then 
pulled up on his chin, closing his mouth. "Suck on 'em!" she ordered. Her wet clam 
rubbed the back of his head. She wiped it on his hair.

Rob drank the goo that seeped from her panties in his mouth. His saliva washed through 
them and he gulped some more. He gobbled come from her panties for three more stops 
before she got up.

She stomped on him a few times with her storm trooper boots. She mashed a boot onto 
the back of his head, grinding his face into the metal floor. "You describe me to any cops 
and, so help me, I will come to your home and pull your pecker clean off with my 
fucking fingernails. I got your drivers license between my tits - don't think I wont do it. 
You got me?"

Rob grunted that he understood. Her panties were still in his mouth.

She fixed her skirt and strutted out at the next stop. Just before the door closed, his empty 
wallet zinged through the doors, hitting him in the face.

Rob pulled the panties out of his mouth. His nose dripped blood onto them. They were 
pink with a rose on the front of the waistband. He sniffed them. They still smelled earthy 
and sensual. He slipped them into his shirt pocket and patted them tenderly, vowing to 
never wash them.

He wished he could have asked the name of that club she goes to. If he got her drunk 
enough...