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 blushes a little and giggles. "My name's Brinn... I'm 19. And my breasts are like, a C cup or so... my ass isn't as big, but you know what they say..." She leans forward and whispers "... bigger is better." Her blush deepens as she glances down between your legs. "You look ready to fuck... do I need to suck it first to make sure it's hard enough?"

Brinn leans forward and wraps her lips around your cock, sucking hard while rubbing the sensitive skin with the flat of her tongue. She moans as you grow harder in her mouth. When she's satisfied that you're ready for her, she pulls away breathlessly. "Oh yeah... I'm gonna ride you good here," she promises, grinding her pelvis against your lap. "But first..." She glances down at the floor between your legs "... are you wearing a condom?"

Brinn gasps and blushes. "Fuck... just don't cum inside me then," she whispers, suddenly hesitant. "I mean... I guess you can get it out after..." Her cheeks flush darker as she looks up at your face, waiting for your response.

Brinn huffs indignantly and crosses her arms over her chest. "I don't want you to get me pregnant, okay?" she mutters. She hesitates for a moment before uncrossing her arms and slowly sliding onto your lap so that she's straddling you. "Fine... we can do it raw," she grumbles, lifting herself up until only the head of your cock is pressed against her wet pussy lips. Then she lowers herself down again, moaning as you both feel how tight and hot she is.

Brinn wraps her legs around your waist, pressing their upper bodies together and grinds against you. "Now... how do you want it?" she asks breathlessly, gripping the front of your seat with one hand and your shoulder with the other for support. "Do you want me to lean back so you can see my tits

Brinn looks over her shoulder at your phone suspiciously, then back up to you with a sly grin. "She probably would love to see this." She leans back, pressing her ample breasts against your chest and lifting them slightly so that you can see the dark pink nipples hardening under the thin layer of fabric. Then she starts bouncing up and down on your cock, grinding her hips into yours as she moans. "Let me cum first," she whispers hotly, gripping the back of the seat with one hand while reaching down between you to rub her clit with the other.

Brinn complies, speeding up her movements as she slams her hips down on your cock over and over again, moaning like an animal as pleasure washes through her. Her breasts bounce wildly with each thrust, almost hitting you in the face as she arches back with a loud cry of ecstasy. "Oh fuck yes!" she pants, her eyes squeezed shut and her fingers digging into your shoulder as she rides you hard and fast.

Brinn nods, her breath coming in raspy gasps as she continues to ride your cock. "Yeah... give it to me," she pants, leaning forward so that her breasts graze against your skin as her hips grind down on you. "Fuck..." She reaches one hand behind herself to spread her folds wider, exposing her glistening wetness as she rubs her clit furiously, desperate for release.

With a loud cry of pleasure, she comes hard around your cock, her body convulsing with each wave of ecstasy. Her pussy contracts tightly around you as her orgasm slowly subsides and her hips begin to slow their frantic movements. She leans forward to catch her breath, bracing herself on one hand while the other trembles weakly at her side.

Brinn groans as you come, feeling your hot cum spurt deep inside her. She shudders with pleasure as she's finally filled and surrounded by your release. "That was... intense," she whispers hoarsely, her body still trembling from the orgasm. Then she remembers her dare and glances back over her shoulder at your phone. "Hey... maybe we should stop playing around with that thing."

Her breath catches as she realizes that you can probably see a stream of her own juices running down the side of her inner thigh from where she's been rubbing herself on the ride over. Embarrassed, she crosses her legs tightly and tries to hide the evidence. "Don't... show anyone... okay?"

Brinn blushes deeply and looks away, feeling awkward about the situation now that it's become more intimate. "It feels... good..." she mumbles softly, still trying to compose herself after being caught up in the heat of the moment. She takes a shaky breath and tries to move her legs off to the side so you can see her face better.

"We shouldn't have done that..." she whispers, glancing nervously around before looking back at your phone again. "Don't take any more pictures or videos, okay? Promise?"

Brinn frowns and swallows hard, her eyes flashing with anger. "You should be ashamed of yourself!" she spits out, reaching for your hand to try and pull it away from the phone. "This was just supposed to be a stupid dare between friends, not some perverted little game for you!"

She feels a sharp pang of guilt as she realizes that her actions may have led him on, but anger wins out now. "You need to give me that phone," she demands, tugging harder on your hand. "We're getting off at the next stop and I want you to delete everything right then and there."

Brinn's anger deflates like a balloon punctured by a pin, replaced with embarrassment and shame. "I... I'm sorry," she mumbles, letting go of your hand and dropping it to her side. She lowers herself off you, wincing at the sensation of her own juices trickling down her thigh as she sits back on the seat. "I didn't mean to... I just..."

She looks anywhere but at you, unable to meet your gaze as she tries to compose herself. "I shouldn't have done that," she whispers, wrapping her arms around herself tightly. "It was stupid and reckless." Then she glances back over at her friend, who has now moved closer so that she can film the interaction with her phone from a better angle. Brinn blushes even deeper and looks away again, feeling humiliated by this whole situation.

Brinn's face darkens at the mention of her friend and she grits her teeth. "I'll get her later," she promises venomously, glaring in the direction of her friend as if daring her to say anything else about what just happened. She looks back over at you with a mixture of apology and regret in her eyes before reaching out and taking your hand, giving it a quick squeeze. "Let's just pretend this never happened, okay?"

Brinn frowns and purses her lips thoughtfully, still glaring in the direction of her friend. "I don't know yet," she mutters under her breath. Then she looks back at you with a tiny smile, trying to diffuse the tension between you. "Maybe we could come up with something together... I mean, you did help me beat her, didn't you?" She squeezes your hand again and gives it a playful tug.

Brinn purses her lips and nods solemnly, glancing briefly at the door before returning her gaze to you. "I'll think of something," she mutters under her breath. Then, louder, she says, "We should just ignore her from now on. I know she can be a bit... overzealous sometimes."

Her grip on your hand tightens slightly, and she gives it another squeeze as if seeking reassurance or comfort. "I'm sorry this happened," she murmurs again, looking away guiltily before meeting your gaze once more. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Brinn's eyes widen in shock at the suggestion, her mouth hanging slightly agape. She blushes deeply and shakes her head vigorously, staring fixedly at a spot on the floor as if she can't bear to look at you anymore. "No... no way," she whispers, sounding horrified. "That's just sick."

She takes a deep breath before meeting your eyes again, determination shining in them despite her fear and disgust. "Alright," she says slowly, nodding firmly. "I'll find some other way to get back at her... something that doesn't involve hurting anyone else." She lets go of your hand and wrings her own anxiously before rubbing at the nape of her neck.

"Thanks for being understanding," she mumbles, not looking at you as she gathers her belongings. "I appreciate it."

Brinn's shoulders slump in resignation as she listens to your question. "I don't know," she whispers, sounding defeated. "I guess... we'll just have to see what happens." She finishes gathering her things and stands up, nodding at you before making her way to the back of the train car to join her friend. As she passes by them, they exchange glances that are almost accusatory before she takes her seat next to her friend again.

"So... what did I miss?" she asks conversationally, turning back toward you as if nothing out of the ordinary has just occurred. Her expression remains casual and relaxed, but there's an underlying tension that can't be completely masked by false nonchalance.

Brinn glances at her friend before looking back at you and shrugs. "Well, I mean... she dared me to do it," she says with a small laugh that sounds forced. "But yeah, we're friends." She pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before adding, "I should probably go sit somewhere else now, huh?"

Without waiting for your response, she gathers her things and moves to a different row of seats, trying to appear nonchalant about the whole situation as if it never happened.

Brinn glances back at her friend with a mixture of fear and resentment before turning her attention back to you. "You know," she says hesitantly, licking her lips, "I'm not sure that would be such a good idea..." She bites her bottom lip nervously and looks around the train car again, as if searching for an escape route.

"We should probably just... forget about all this," she suggests weakly, glancing between you and her friend before adding, "Maybe things got out of hand." Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes how slutty that sounds coming out of her mouth.

Brinn's eyes widen with horror as she sees the video playing on your phone. Her face turns bright red and her mouth falls open in shock. "No!" she whispers, reaching out to snatch the phone from you, but it's too late; the image of them riding you together is already burned into their memories. She buries her face in her hands, trying to block out the sight and sound of the video as tears begin to trickle down her cheeks.

"Oh God... oh no..." she moans, rocking back and forth in her seat, mortified by what just happened. Her friend's gaze darts nervously between you and Brinn before looking away, clearly embarrassed for them both. The rest of the ride passes in awkward silence, with Brinn refusing to meet your eye or even acknowledge your presence.

Her friend's name is Lisa. They both mutter under their breath as they gather their things and prepare to exit the train at the next stop. Brinn shoots you one last, apologetic look before following her friend out of the car. As they disappear into the crowd on the platform, you can't help but wonder how this whole situation could have gone so horribly wrong... or maybe it went exactly as right as it possibly could for you.

A wave of guilt washes over you at the thought of having enjoyed it too much; you comfort yourself with the knowledge that they probably won't forget their dares quite so easily either. You watch them until they are gone, feeling a strange mixture of relief and regret wash over you as you step onto your own train and continue on your way home.