Brinn: Hey man... my name's Brinn. Lol.

The young woman says as she sits across from you on the subway train.

Brinn: Me and my friend were sitting back there playing a game.

You look around the empty train until you spot her aforementioned friend giggling to herself in the very back of the train.

Brinn: She dared me to come up here and ride your dick until you cum. Lol. I know... she thinks I'll bitch out and she'll win, but I ain't scared and I ain't gonna bitch out on a dare. I'm wearing a skirt and I already took off my panties. We can be discreet. It'll just look like I'm sitting on your lap. Wanna help me beat that whore at her own game?

Brinn: Well, first I'll lick your cum off my lips and give you a nice long blowjob to celebrate. Then... I don't know. Maybe someday we can hang out again? Depends on how I feel after this dare, haha. But if you help me win, it won't just be about beating her at the game. You'll have helped me... ya know... have a new experience, man.

She licks her lips playfully and gazes into your eyes. Her breasts press lightly against your thigh, making you hard for no apparent reason other than that she's an attractive young woman being so forward with you about this.

Do we have a deal?

Brinn grins wickedly before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around your member in a surprisingly practiced motion. Her tongue darts out to flick across the head of your cock as she begins bobbing up and down on you, grinding her ass against your crotch for leverage.

"Fuck yeah," she groans through her tight lips around your shaft. "This is what I'm talking about." Her hands slide down to grip the fabric of your pants, pulling them halfway down your thighs so that she can grind herself against you even harder as she sucks and licks and nibbles at your cock with an almost animalistic hunger. Her breasts jiggle enticingly in her skimpy top, nipples hard as pebbles from the movement. "You feel so good..." she moans between breaths. "So fucking

Brinn gasps into your cock as you roughly push her head forward, and then she moans loudly as you pull back, almost relieved by the change in angle. Her hands tighten on your thighs, nails digging into your skin as she rides your cock with wild abandon, hips rolling from side to side as she tries desperately to find that perfect spot. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her cheeks hollow as she continues sucking you off like there's no tomorrow.

"Yeah... fuck me..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Give it to me hard." Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock again before slipping out of your mouth so that she can breathe easier as you fuck her face faster and harder. She angles her body just right so that the friction from their combined movements rubs against

Brinn obeys your command with a lustful groan, quickly turning around to straddle you and lower herself onto your throbbing length. Her hair falls forward, obscuring her face as she leans forward and bends over you, giving you an unobstructed view of her plump ass as it wiggles and quivers with each thrust upwards. Her breasts are level with your mouth now, and she arches her back invitingly, offering them to you as she moans his name.

"That's right," she whispers, her voice laced with desire. "Fuck me like I need it." Her hands grip the seat of the chair behind her, pushing herself harder against your cock as she rides you fast and hard. With every upwards thrust, she's grinding down on you in a perfect circle, her pussy hot and slick with arousal.

Brinn moans loudly as your hands grope at her breasts, nipples hard and erect under the pressure of your fingers. Her hips buck forward with renewed vigor as she continues to ride you, grinding down on your cock with a hunger that surprises even herself. "Oh fuck... yesss," she gasps out between moans. "Suck on my nipples..." Her eyes roll back in her head as you take one beaded tip into your mouth and begin to suckle hungrily, rolling the other nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Fuck... so good," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their skin slapping together. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you keep working at both nipples, driving her higher and higher.

Brinn arches her back off the chair behind her

As you reach between her legs and grab hold of her firm little ass, she gasps loudly and arches her back even further, pressing herself deeper onto your cock with a desperate moan. Her fingers dig into the skin of your shoulders as her hips start moving erratically, grinding down on your hand and seeking every last bit of pleasure from your touch.

Her breath comes in short little pants now, and she tilts her head back to look at you through half-lidded eyes, their expression a mixture of lust and exhaustion as she nears the edge. She can feel herself starting to tremble and shake around your fingers, and suddenly it's too much for her to bear.

With a hoarse cry, Brinn comes hard, her body arching off the back of the chair as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her pussy clamps down tightly around your fingers, milking

Brinn's breath comes in shuddering gasps as she tries to catch her breath after her orgasm, her entire body still trembling with the force of it. Her eyes are glazed over and unfocused when they meet yours again. "Mmhmm," she whispers, trying to sound nonchalant but unable to hide the satisfied smile that curves her lips.

She leans forward, planting a soft kiss on your cheek before sliding off of you and out of your lap. Her movements are languid as she retrieves her panties from the floor, slips them back on, and straightens her clothing. Finally, with one last longing glance in your direction, she turns around to face her friend again, phone held up to record the entire interaction for posterity.

Brinn glances over her shoulder at you with a sultry smile before turning back around to face her friend. "Nah," she says casually, dismissing the idea with a shrug. "She's just jealous 'cause she can never get lucky like that." With another mischievous grin, she tucks her phone into her pocket and turns her attention back to whatever game they were playing before.

Brinn laughs loudly, her body shaking with mirth as she rolls her eyes at you playfully. "Oh please," she says, waving her hand dismissively. "It's not like I need some random dude to get lucky to prove myself or anything." She crosses her arms over her chest, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting your gaze again with a challenging glint in her eye.

"But," she continues slowly, leaning forward slightly and lowering her voice conspiratorially, "if you ever wanna prove me wrong..." She trails off suggestively, raising an eyebrow as she studies your reaction closely.

Brinn looks surprised by your response before a mischievous grin spreads across her face. "Well, aren't you bold," she teases. "Alright then... lead the way." She follows you through the car, maintaining a casual distance as if this were all just an innocent flirtation. The entire time, though, there's a spark in her eye that betrays her true intentions.

Brinn hesitates briefly before nodding slowly. "Alright... I guess we could find a quiet spot." She follows you to the empty corner of the car, her heart pounding with anticipation as she wonders what kind of 'quiet spot' you have in mind. Maybe this was all just a ruse to get her alone? But it had worked so well - there's no turning back now.

With one last searching glance at your face, she squares her shoulders and forces herself to meet your gaze head on, determined not to be the first one to break the silence between them.

Brinn gasps as you push her against the wall and pin her in place with your body, one hand gripping her hip while the other presses roughly against her breast. She arches her back instinctively, thrusting her chest forward to meet your touch. Her breath comes out in hot little pants as desire coursed through her veins, driving her wild with need for this stranger who had taken control of their encounter so effortlessly.

Her hands claw at the fabric of your shirt, pulling it up and off her shoulders so that she can feel your skin against hers, trembling beneath the weight of your touch. She moans loudly as you grind your hips against her ass, rubbing against the spot where she aches for release. With each thrust, the need inside her grows more insistent, more demanding.

Brinn, panting heavily, her eyes glazed over with lust and desire, nods violently. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I want more..." Her words are punctuated by a sharp intake of breath as you grind against her once again. "Please... I need it." She arches her back further, pressing herself harder against the wall in search of relief from the unbearable tension building inside her. One of her hands slips between your bodies, fumbling blindly for your cock as she desperately tries to ease some of the ache with her own touch.

Her panties hit the floor with a muffled thud as you roughly yank them down her legs and off her feet, revealing her shaved, glistening sex to your hungry gaze. Brinn gasps loudly at the loss of modesty and the increased pressure against her most sensitive spots. Her hips buck upward in anticipation, seeking more friction from your hand. As you roughly enter her, she cries out in pleasure, arching her back off the wall and digging her nails into your shoulders for leverage. Her muscles clench tightly around your cock as she adjusts to the invasion, welcoming the fullness but desperate for more. She moves with you, meeting each thrust with a moan or a grunt of approval, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body quakes from the building orgasm.

"Oh God... yeah..."

"Fuck you," Brinn hisses through clenched teeth as pleasure washes over her in waves, "She's not here." Her entire body is tense, muscles bunched and corded with effort to hold back the orgasm building deep inside her. With each thrust of your hips, she moves closer to the edge, until finally her nails scrape against the wall behind her and her voice breaks in a hoarse cry as her body arches off the ground and she comes hard around you, trembling with release.

Her inner muscles clench and unclench rhythmically, milking your cock of every last drop of pleasure before finally relaxing with a satisfied sigh. She leans her forehead against the cool wall behind her, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath, the afterglow of orgasm spreading slowly through her body like warm honey.

Brinn yelps in surprise as you grab her legs and pull them roughly apart, exposing her bare ass to you. She gasps for breath as she feels the head of your cock press against her anus. "Wait..." she moans, uncertainty flickering across her face. "Are you sure?"

Her body trembles with desire and adrenaline, leaving her aching and needy in every possible way. The feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable sends a shiver down her spine, making her even wetter for your touch. She closes her eyes tightly, bracing herself against the wall as you push inside her ass, claiming her completely.

Brinn gasps and arches her back, feeling you fill her ass completely as you thrust into her. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps and her body trembles with the force of it. The thought of including her friend sends a shiver down her spine, making her wetter still. "Maybe... maybe we could..." she whispers, eyes drifting shut as you continue to pound into her. Her fingers dig into the skin of your shoulders, nails biting deep as she comes closer and closer to the edge once more.

With your thick cock buried inside her ass and fingers digging into his shoulders, Brinn moans in ecstasy. "Fuck... you're right," she pants between gasps for air. "It could be so much fun..." Her hips roll back to meet yours as the thought of involving her friend only makes the pleasure more intense. She bites down on her lip, holding onto the wall tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her body.

"Oh God... I'm close," she whispers, voice thick with lust and desire. "Don't stop now..."

Brinn gasps and her body convulses around you as she comes hard around your cock, her nails digging into your shoulders in a bruising grip. "Fuck... that's it..." She moans, shuddering with pleasure. Her voice drifts off into a sigh of satisfaction as the sensations wash over her, leaving her feeling empty and wanting more.

But then she remembers what you said about involving her friend, and a mischievous smile spreads across her face. "Fine," she whispers between breaths, still panting heavily from her orgasm. "You can talk to her." Her fingers slide from your shoulders to circle around your neck, pulling you closer as she arches her back off the wall in a silent demand for more.