A Good Shine

"You know how don't you?" She asked after a moment, "I don't have to show you how do I?"

She stared at me and smirked. It was humiliating but I was so turned on there was nothing else I could do. The bitch. I started jerking it. I was at the edge already. I could still taste her. She held her knees apart and pulled up her skirt so I could see her glistening pussy. I was drunk on that scent. That took me over the top.

"Come on my boot," she said, and I was about to oblige, when we heard the echoes of footsteps coming down the stairs. "Hold it!" She hissed, "Put it back in your pants, and act like you are shining my boot!"

I pushed my throbbing cock back into my pants and zipped up as quickly as I could, a little to quick. It was more jostling than I could take. I was about to come. I squeezed and tensed, terrified that I would let loose my whole load right into my pants. It felt like I wouldn't be able to stop.

"You better fucking hold it," she whispered, as a middle aged guy and an old lady with a walker emerged from the doorway. I was doubled over, all my efforts concentrated on holding it. The man helped the lady over to a place behind me on the platform.

After several moments of complete agony, I picked up the rag, and wetted it with polish. I was moving toward her left boot, but she pulled it back. She reminded me to shine the other one, the one I had done already.

"You're using a different polish on that one," she whispered, "at least if there is any left. Did you spill it in your pants?

I shook my head no, and started redoing her right boot. She went back to reading the newspaper. I was sweating and squirming. She looked over the newspaper with a wide smile. Eventually I could hear the grinding of wheels on rails, and a train rolled in. The doors opened, and the lady hobbled on with her man. Two or three people got out, it sounded like, I couldn't see them. I watched the look on my customer's face, as she traced their path to the door. After she was sure they disappeared, she looked back to me.

"Is it still hard, boy?"

I shook my head yes.

"Get it out and jerk it."

I unzipped my pants and did as she instructed. I let loose my gushing cum almost immediately. I almost fainted. It shot out much farther than I expected.

¨On my boot boy," she commanded, "Only on my boot!"

I brought my gushing cock closer, aiming as best I could to not spill a drop. I was amazed at the volume. I was shaking when I finished. I looked down and saw white beads streaked all up and down her boot, some on her leg.

I started to zip back up, but that pissed her off. She insisted that I finish shining her right boot with the cum I had just doused all over it, with my limp, dripping cock just hanging out there. I was trembling and tense. I wanted to stop, but she was insistent and I felt compelled to obey her, despite feeling disgusted and humiliated. She didn't even have to command me at this point; she only had to voice a desire and I would carry it out. After she saw that I was complying with her demands, she relaxed.

I went to work shining her boot, with my own sticky cum. She picked up the newspaper and started reading. From then on, she didn't say a word. I kept looking up at her, expecting some kind of something, a word, a look, I don't really know. Nothing came.

When I finished she stood up. She opened her little black purse and pulled out three hundred dollar bills. She tossed them off onto the floor in front of me, like you would discard a crumpled receipt or gum wrapper.

"No way, lady," I said, shaking my head no and waving my hands to take the point home. "What am I, some hooker?"

"Fine," she said. "Let them blow down the tunnel then."

She stepped down from the seat. She sauntered off, buttoning her coat up all the way. I stared at her for a second, fuming. She paid no attention to my protest, so I finally gave in. By then, the bills were actually blowing down the tunnel, and I scurried after and snatched them up. After all, I couldn't really refuse so much money. I was pissed, but I still wanted her number. I still wanted more. I walked toward her.

"Hey, wait," I yelled. She didn't turn around, or even slow down. "Can I call you?"

She laughed.

"I'll drop in when I need a good shine."