Bray Array - The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

Mercy's turned her head down ever so slightly, catching the eyes of a woman sitting a few feet away who was giving her a condescending look and Mercy instantly realized she'd most likely heard what she just said.

As Mercy took another step towards the woman she looked straight into her eyes and lipped the word “bitch,” without making a sound. Shock manifested on the woman's face as if she was in the initial stages of having a stroke, and she closed her tormented and judgmental eyes as Mercy continued walking past her.

Instead of perusing the train car any longer, Mercy decided to push on through to the next train car and look for an open seat there. Reaching the door connecting the train cars, Mercy slid it open and stepped through to the next car, as if doing so held the promise to a new beginning and smile slowly began forming over her face.

The new train car Mercy entered was sparsely populated and she immediately spotted a vacant booth on the other end of the train car located, in the open seating section. Walking towards it, the three sparkling gold bracelets dangling on her forearm lightly collided against one another making her sound like a wind chime, alerting every conscious man of her approach.

When she reached her seat, Mercy pulled her coat over her body and took another swig from her flask, and then immediately began running her soft fingers under her dark golden bra just as the whiskey began warming the blood flowing through her.

Rubbing the outside of her beautiful big breasts, Mercy lightly clamped two of her fingers around one of her nipples, as if she was trapping something precious with no intention of letting go. Turning her exquisitely shaped face towards the window, Mercy began rubbing her waxy pink pussy as gently as she could mange, curling her lips as she thought of the hard cock pressing against the fresh coffee stain in Michael T. Cone's dress pants.

Mercy found a great deal of satisfaction in knowing that such a powerful man was so easily turned on at the mere sight of the top of her beautiful round breasts. It was big , Mercy continued thinking about Michael T. Cone's cock, and she began wondering whether or not she'd even be able to fit it all in her mouth if she tried.

Smooth sailing, the super fast bullet train continued coasting over the metallic tracks, casually shuffling her muscular round booty back and forth while she began to slowly ride the two stiffened fingers she began angling up inside of her.

Too caught up in what she was doing, it took Mercy a few moments before she recognized the gentleman in an expensive Italian suit standing in the aisle gazing at her. One of his hands was on the sliding door, as if he was about to pass through on to the next car, but seeing her face caught up in such elation forced him to stop dead in his tracks.

Mercy's eyes were closed, when the man first noticed her and as she slowly opened them up, there he was witnessing her trembling lips, and her legs begin quivering as if she was having a pleasurable seizure, her two determined fingers gently massaging her spot.

“Oh ggggggod,” Mercy sighed quietly out of complete physical satisfaction, calmly staring up into the eyes of the beautiful light brown haired man watching her from the aisle. The feeling felt too good to let anything, or anyone, rob Mercy of it.

Mercy was intrigued by his brazenness, wondering if he was worthy of her sexual desires or not. Under normal circumstances, finding a man staring at her while she was pleasing herself would creep her out, Mercy thought, but this was hardly normal circumstances.

Mercy was fairly sure the man knew what she was doing to herself under the concealment of her coat, and when she looked into his eyes again she realized she was right about her initial assumption. Neither of them said a word, but his eyes revealed that there was absolutely no mystery to him about what he'd just witnessed.

For a moment, Mercy stopped touching herself, looking back at the man with curiosity while he continued looking at her with his empty motionless face. Maybe he wants to watch me, Mercy continued thinking, maybe it's turning him on.

Before Mercy began touching herself again, she quickly thought about how she didn't need another guy who was only interested in pleasing himself, without any concern to helping her get off. She wanted a man who respected her enough to work towards her pleasure as well, and as handsome and successful as the mysterious man appeared at first glance, she hoped he was just the type of man she was looking for.

The two continued staring at each other, neither of them making a move or indicating what they desired from the other. Mercy, still quite tipsy from the disappearing contents within her flask, began slowly growing angry at the man for not doing anything but staring at her.

Is this guy just a perverted fucking prick, Mercy began wondering? Is he just another man who plays by his ridiculous man rules, a man would would fuck me and then proudly call me a slut while he walk away thinking he's some sort of stud, Mercy continued mentally questioning.

Mercy almost opened her mouth to tell him off, but instead moved her hand slightly, pulling out her flask and filled her mouth full of whiskey, a whiskey that no longer burned, and she swished it around in her mouth once and then promptly swallowed it down in a single gulp.

Be spontaneous for once, god damn , Mercy mentally coached herself, while attempting to push beyond the hurdles of doubt her mind cleverly placed in front of her. Lifting up the flask to her mouth, one more time, Mercy drank down another gulp and instantly began desiring the well dressed man as if she'd never had any doubts about his intentions, secretly hoping he'd jump in the booth with her and take her right then and there.

Tilting her head slightly, Mercy noticed the man's brow begin to moisten. He's starting to crack , Mercy thought. He must be nervous! I'm actually making him nervous , Mercy thought excitedly while continuing to stare deep into his eyes and she never felt more like a predator eying its prey than she did in that moment.

For the first time, Mercy felt like the hunter. It was as if the man, and all his carefully hidden vulnerabilities and fears, were being exposed with every additional second she weighed her eyes upon his. Is this how men always feel, she posited? It's thrilling, she slyly smiled. It's absolutely thrilling, and Mercy's desire for power over this man only began increasing.

Enjoying the thrill of control and power, Mercy pulled her coat off from covering up her body while blatantly lifting her dress and exposing her light gold colored panties. She then began sweeping her fingers across the wet lips of her pussy again, while leaning her arched back into the corner of her seat, deliberately exposing herself more to him.

The handsome well dressed man, with his impeccable style, stumbled into the metal train door while attempting to lean suavely into it because he forgot to first extend his arm in order to brace himself causing him to completely lose his cool.

“Shit,” the handsome man complained in a tone resonating in anger. Mercy began laughing uncontrollably, which only served to piss him off more. Glaring at her with hostility that seemed to light a glowing flame in his swelling eyes, the man stared at her as if he was consuming with rage.

Taking a small step back, the man straightened his spine and closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again, as if he was somehow rebooting his mental programming with a server from some evil empire. All the while his stiff prick remained pointing straight up to his head, like an arrow from one of those 'I'm with stupid shirts,' and Mercy began laughing even louder at the thought of that.

Furious now, the man carelessly stepped towards Mercy as if initiating a duel with an adversary while Mercy playfully straightened one of her legs out further, pushing one of her delicate fingers back up her sweet moist pinkness, causing the man to descend one of his knees down to her booth seat, to look Mercy square in her eyes.