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"Traffic Jam" | Zigurat | 2

 

“Goddamn!” I cursed under my breath, my eyes flickering side to side looking for an opening in traffic as my daughter’s pleasure-filled moans filled my ears.

“Oh, please, Daddy, hurry home!” Courtney cried in ecstasy. “I – I need it – I need you! – so, so badly! Please hurry!”

The string of vehicles began to move, the flashing lights that had been ahead off, and my metallic blue Fusion began to inch forward, my foot pressing on the gas. The last thirty minutes had been irritating beyond belief, but – with my daughter’s cries urging me on – it had become horrendous.

My eyes burned in anger, shocked tears trickling down my cheeks. My daughter – my precious daughter! – was drinking without permission, illegally, putting her life, her friend’s, and mine in danger! She had broken into my room – where she had promised never to go – and gone through my things, violating my privacy! Never had I done so for Courtney, even following the death of her mother in that terrible car accident and her attitude began to change. And – by the Maker! – she was sexually active, involved in God knows what with her friend Tara on my bed! I was outraged, shaking in anger as I drove the last few minutes home, making the last turn onto my home street. And she wanted me! Why? Doesn’t she know that – ?

Stepping on the stoop, the front door swung open and cut off my thoughts, my gaze caught on the sexy brunet standing before me, her lightly rouged cheeks flush in excitement and alcohol, stripped down to her short cheerleader skirt, the waist rolled up and the red and white pleats just long enough to maintain a minimum of public decency, and a matching sports bra – meant to be worn beneath an eye-catching vest at sporting events – it’s straps spread wide to the shoulders, a shrug away from falling to the ground.

“Oh, Mr. Brook,” the green-eyed vixen cooed, licking her red lips. “We’ve been waiting for so long! We can’t stand it any longer!” Her gaze lowered to the crotch of my black slacks. “We’re so horny!”

My eyes narrowed and, striding forwards, I entered my house, the young woman stepping aside and closing the door behind me. It was dimmer inside, the drapes of the single-story residence pulled closed.

With a satisfied smile, Tara set off towards my bedroom, lifting the hem of her skirt. I followed, my bulging brown eyes on her bare, firm rump, my heart pumping at the lewdness. I couldn’t help myself. The brunet was a catch, a fine piece of ass, but she too was in trouble and need to be taught a lesson. My eyes gleamed at the thought of her muscular backside turned red by my hands.

“Oh, dear,” the young woman sighed, shaking her brown curls, when she stepped into the room, catching sight of my daughter spread out on the bed – a California King – with a dildo – compared to my specimen, much smaller – driven in her pussy – probably waxed bare, I thought, unless she took after her mother – and eyes closed, breathing softly in worn sleep.

I frowned, my heart relenting at my beautiful daughter, her bosom gently rising with each breath. She still needed to be punished, made to understand, but – not just yet.

“Courtney’s spent,” Tara’s slim shoulders shrugged, her sports bra falling to her bare feet, and, with a quick twist, turned to face me, hooking her fingers into her skirt and pushing the garment over hips, with a grin, flashing her white, perfect teeth. “But I’m not.”

My eyes fell to her dark brown bush, trimmed to a uniform length. Not a dense jungle, but healthy, curls you could still run your fingers through. With a little effort, I lifted my gaze to the brunet’s pretty face, her green eyes filled with victory and want. Definitely a woman, I thought.

“Please, Mr. Brook,” she said softly, seductively running a finger between her labia, granting me glances of the pink ripeness hidden within. “Take me, ravish me, love me.”

 

What should I do?

 
 

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