u/MargoMaye

I have this thing when I wear jeans that I get really horny and it has always been like that….i think my labia is just a little too big or smth like that. I mostly wear leggings cause whenever I wear jeans the friction on my clit and in general on my pussy is just too hard whatever I do. Even when I sit down it just goes up too much and presses against my clit. It makes my pussy throb immediately and I get wet.

Recently I found that when I concentrate on that feeling and just slide a little from left to right it really feels like masturbating. I am a little shy so I never tried to finish out in public. Also because I tend to squirt when I orgasm so that would be a little embarrassing lol. But I really wanna try it and go all the way. Just sitting on a park bench, sliding a bit on the spot. Not really noticeable for anyone but literally just bringing myself to the edge in front of everyone…

Before you say anything: I know it’s dangerous. I know that’s probably not gonna happen while driving but just the sheer imagination of being fingered and touched while being outside and visible for everybody else is just so hot to me and also the car is like a place we try to keep clean and just making a mess in that space would be so dirty😍😩 pressing into the seat, gripping the seatbelt and moaning through the whole car while the guy smiles and tells me what a good girl I am

I’m the kind of girl who usually bundles up and trudges through campus in any weather because rides from strangers make me nervous but that night everything lined up in this unexpected way and it changed things in a way I still think about.

It started after I (f22) had pulled an all-nighter in the library trying to finish my psych paper that was due at eight the next morning and by the time I packed up it was past midnight with the snow already falling hard so I was dead tired with my teeth chattering from the cold. That’s when I spotted him in the parking lot. The tall quiet guy from my lectures who always sat a few rows back with headphones in and barely saying a word to anyone and we had never really talked much just exchanged polite half-smiles once or twice. He noticed me fumbling with my bag in the wind and offered me a lift back to the dorms…so I was freezing and said yes without thinking twice.

We hadn’t gone far down the quiet back road when the snow turned into a full blizzard and his old car started fishtailing then made a weird grinding noise and stalled out completely so he tried everything to get it going again but had no luck. We were stuck deep in it with the windows already frosting over and the tow service told him over the phone it could be an hour or more before anyone could reach us because of the conditions, which felt like awesome timing in the worst way possible.

At first we just sat there laughing awkwardly…the kind of nervous chuckle that comes when you realize how ridiculous the situation is and the heater was still running making the inside feel warmer by the minute while the world outside disappeared under white. I had on thermal legging, a cozy sweater and a tank top underneath but I ended up shrugging off my heavy coat and then the sweater because it was getting stuffy with both of us breathing in that small space and the warmth kept building between us.

To pass the time we started chatting about random things like how the professor’s lectures always ran long and the stress of midterms and it didn’t take long before it turned more personal because he confessed he had noticed me in class, always looking focused and put-together. I told him he seemed like the strong silent type who probably had a lot going on behind those quiet eyes and the words just flowed easily so somehow it shifted into flirty territory without either of us planning it at all.
Maybe 25 minutes in I was feeling the heat so I adjusted in the passenger seat and when I glanced over I caught him staring at the way my tank top clung a little from the warmth. He quickly looked away but my pulse picked up fast and I was like …wait was that what I think it was… while my heart started racing.

He leaned toward me a bit more and our arms brushed now , so then his hand rested on my thigh warm through the thin leggings and I didn’t pull away at all. His fingers traced slowly higher, pressing gently between my legs and “Emmy this is crazy you barely know him” I kept thinking … but my body wasn’t listening because he slipped his hand under the waistband pushing my panties aside and started touching me directly. One finger slid inside while his thumb circled my clit in that perfect rhythm and I was soaked already from the tension and the closeness.

I had to press my face into my shoulder to stay quiet and my hand moved on its own rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans because he was so hard pulsing against my palm. He kissed along my collarbone murmuring how good I felt and that he had been wanting to be close to me like this for weeks so my legs were trembling with the pressure building fast when bright headlights cut through the snow outside.
We scrambled apart in a panic and I yanked my sweater back on smoothing my hair while he zipped up and tried to look normal. So the tow driver tapped on the foggy window eyeing us both a little too long. We played it cool like nothing at all had gone down and acted completely innocent.

After the car got towed and we were finally back on campus we went our separate ways without another word about it and we still see each other around the lecture hall now and then trading those quick loaded little smiles and nothing more.

I never thought a stupid pink line on a plastic stick would change everything, but here I was, sitting on the edge of the family couch in my boyfriend’s parents’ living room, heart hammering like I’d just run a marathon. Jake (26m) and I had only been together three months, hot, reckless, no-strings fun that somehow turned into „boyfriend“ status. We weren’t married. Hell, we weren’t even living together yet. But that morning, my period was two weeks late and the test in my hand said maybe.

I’d come over to tell Jake, but he was still at work. His dad, Mark, tall, dad bod, silver threading through his dark hair, the kind of man who still looked like he could bench-press a truck at 48, walked in from the garage instead. Grease on his hands from tinkering with his old Mustang. He saw me there, pale and fidgeting and his eyes dropped straight to the pregnancy test I was clutching like a grenade.
“What the hell, Emmy?” His voice was low, rough. “Am I gonna be a granddad already?”

I froze, then shoved the test into my hoodie pocket like that would erase it. “No, listen. That’s not what I want. It was just a scare. I haven’t even told Jake yet. We’re way too new for this. I don’t even know if it’s positive for real. I just panicked.”
Mark stared at me for a long second. Something shifted in his expression. Shock melted into heat, his jaw tightening, eyes darkening as they raked over me. I was wearing tiny denim shorts and one of Jake’s old tank tops, no bra, my nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. At 22, I knew I looked good: perky C-cups, tight little waist, long legs that Jake couldn’t keep his hands off. But Mark had never looked at me like that. Like he wanted to devour me.

“You telling me you don’t want my son’s baby?” he asked, stepping closer. His voice had dropped an octave. “Good girl. You’re too young and too fucking tight to get knocked up yet.”
The words hit me like a spark to dry tinder. My cheeks burned, but my pussy clenched involuntarily. Before I could respond, he was on the couch beside me, his big hand landing on my bare thigh.
“Mark,” I started, but he cut me off by pulling me into his lap, my legs straddling him. His cock was already hard, thick and insistent against my shorts.
He shushed me. “You came here scared, looking for someone to fix it. Let Daddy handle it.” The word Daddy coming from his mouth made me whimper. His hands slid up under my tank top, rough palms cupping my tits, thumbs circling my hardening nipples. “Jake doesn’t know how to take care of a girl like you yet. But I do.”
I should have pushed him away. Instead, I rocked my hips against his bulge, grinding down like a slut in heat.

He groaned, yanked the tank top over my head and sucked one nipple into his mouth hard enough to make me moan loud. His other hand shoved my shorts and panties aside, his fingers finding my soaked pussy.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled against my tit. “Pregnancy scare got you this wet? Or is it knowing your boyfriend’s dad is about to wreck this tight little cunt?”
“Both,” I gasped, reaching down to fumble with his belt. His cock sprang free, thicker than Jake’s, veined, the head already leaking. I stroked it once, twice, loving how it throbbed in my small hand.
Mark didn’t waste time. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, positioned his cock at my entrance, and pulled me down hard. I cried out as he stretched me open, inch after thick inch filling me until I was seated fully on his lap, my clit grinding against his base.

“Oh god, you’re so big,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders through his t-shirt.
He gripped my ass with both hands, guiding me to ride him right there on the family couch. The wet sounds of my pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the room. Every thrust hit deep, bumping my cervix in a way that made my eyes roll back. He kept talking dirty between grunts, telling me how much better I felt than his wife, how he’d been jerking off thinking about his son’s hot young girlfriend, how he was going to fill me up so good I’d forget all about that pregnancy test.
I came first, hard and shaking, my pussy clenching around him as I buried my face in his neck to muffle my screams. Mark followed right after, growling my name as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum deep inside me. No condom. No pulling out. Just raw, forbidden breeding on the couch where his family watched movies.

We stayed like that, panting, his cock still twitching inside me. He kissed my forehead almost tenderly.
“Next time you have a scare, you come to me first, Emmy. Daddy will always take care of it, one way or another.”
I smiled against his skin, already wondering how soon I could accidentally forget my birth control again.

It was the night before the wedding and the air in the bridal suite felt thick enough to swim through. The AC had died sometime during the rehearsal dinner, leaving the luxurious hotel room stifling hot. I was still wearing that slinky lavender bridesmaid dress… a dress that clung to every curve and dipped dangerously low in the back. My best friend’s father, Marcus (m54), had offered to help carry the last of the gifts up after everyone else had gone to bed.
I’m Emmy, 22, and I’ve wanted this man since I was old enough to understand what wanting meant.

He loosened his tie, the top buttons of his crisp white shirt undone, a light sheen of sweat on his neck. He looked every bit the distinguished, recently-divorced father of the bride …some grey strands in his usually dark brown hair, a strong jaw and a quiet confidence that made my thighs press together.
“The AC is completely dead,” I said, fanning myself dramatically. “I’m dying in this dress. Can you help me unzip it? I can barely reach the zipper and I don’t want to ruin it before tomorrow.”
Marcus hesitated but the heat was getting to him too. “Yeah… of course.”

I turned around slowly, lifting my hair off my neck. His fingers brushed my skin as he found the zipper. The sound of it descending filled the quiet room. The silky fabric slid down my body and pooled at my feet, leaving me in just a tiny lace thong and a strapless bra. I stepped out of the dress and turned to face him.
His eyes darkened as they traveled over me.
“Fuck, Emmy…” he muttered under his breath.
I smiled sweetly. “It’s even worse in the bathroom. The steam from the shower might help, or maybe the pressure is off too. Come check it with me?”

He followed me into the elegant marble bathroom. I turned on the shower, letting the water run hot. Steam quickly filled the space, making everything feel even more intimate and hazy.
I stepped under the spray first, still in my lingerie and let the water soak through. The thin lace became completely see-through in seconds. My nipples stiffened instantly against the fabric.
Marcus stood frozen in the doorway, watching water cascade down my body.
“Aren’t you overheating in that shirt?” I asked innocently, reaching out to tug him closer.

“Come in, Mr. Caldwell… I mean, Daddy.”
The word hit him like a spark. I saw his cock twitch in his dress pants.
I pulled him under the water fully clothed. His white shirt turned transparent against his chest as the water hit us. I pressed my wet body against him, feeling how hard he already was.
“You’re my daughter’s best friend,” he groaned, even as his hands settled on my waist.
“I know,” I whispered, sliding my hand down to palm his thick erection through his soaked pants. “That’s what makes this so dirty. You’re supposed to be the responsible one tomorrow… walking her down the aisle. Instead you’re going to fuck her maid of honor the night before.”
I dropped to my knees on the wet tile and freed his cock. He was rock hard, heavy and just perfect. I looked up at him through the water as I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip while stroking the thick shaft.

“God, Emmy…” His hand tangled in my wet hair.
I sucked him eagerly, loving the way he throbbed against my tongue. After a few minutes I stood up, peeled off my soaked bra and thong and pressed my naked body against him.
“Touch me,” I begged softly.
His fingers found my pussy immediately, sliding through my slick folds. I was dripping…and it wasn’t just the shower. He rubbed my clit in firm circles while I stroked his cock between us.
I turned around, bracing my hands on the marble wall and arching my back. The warm water streamed down my spine as I looked over my shoulder at him.

“I need you inside me, Daddy. Right now.”
Marcus gripped my hips and pushed in slowly, stretching me open with his thick cock. I moaned loudly as he bottomed out, my pussy clenching around him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, starting to thrust.
The sound of our wet bodies slapping together echoed beautifully in the marble bathroom. I pushed back to meet every stroke, loving how deep he got in this position.
“Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me like you’ve been wanting to for years.”
He slammed into me, one hand reaching around to rub my clit while the other gripped my breast. The combination was devastating. My legs started shaking.

“You’re fucking your daughter’s best friend raw,” I moaned, my voice was breathy and filthy. “She’s getting married tomorrow and you’re pumping your cock into her maid of honor’s pussy the night before. Does that turn you on, Daddy?”
He groaned deep and fucked me even harder, pounding into me with long, powerful strokes. I came first….hard…my walls fluttering and squeezing around him as the feelings crashed through me. I squirted all over his dick making him even wetter than he already was.

“Cum inside me,” I begged, still trembling. “Fill me up. I want to feel you leaking out of me when I’m standing up there tomorrow.”
That pushed him over the edge. With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum inside me. I moaned with him, loving every twitch and spurt as he emptied himself completely.

We stayed locked together under the cooling water for a long moment, breathing hard. When he finally pulled out, I felt his cum start to drip down my thighs. I turned around, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, slow and sensual.
I smiled against his lips, playful and satisfied.
“Sweet dreams, Daddy,” I whispered, giving his softening cock a gentle squeeze. “Try not to think about me walking down the aisle tomorrow with your cum still inside me.”

My biggest kink is masturbating together while looking at each other. Seeing how hard he gets and when I spread my legs he sees how wet and creamy I already am… but I currently have the fantasy about making a porn vid together and then watch it while jerking off together. so we could see how passionate we are and watching ourselves cum while then cumming together. God damn it I am horny…😩