Traffic

Traffic

by Jaewon

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The highway was a nightmare. Cars barely moving, brake lights stretching endlessly ahead under the darkening sky. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, jaw clenched after another long day. Irene sat in the passenger seat at first, but the moment traffic slowed to a crawl, she unbuckled and climbed into the back.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulled her skirt higher up her thighs, eyes burning with that sharp, irritated look she got when she was pissed off and horny at the same time. “I’m tired of waiting. Tired of everything today. Fuck me. Right now.”

Irene had been in a mood since we left the building—short answers, snapping at small things. Now that energy had flipped into something raw and demanding. She was the kind of horny girl who didn’t ask nicely when she needed it. She demanded.

“People can see us,” I muttered, but my cock was already stirring at the sight of her spreading her legs in the backseat, black lace panties visible.

“Then drive slower and make it good, daddy,” she shot back, voice low and edged with anger. “Or I’ll do it myself and you can watch.”

That snapped something in me. I checked the mirrors—tinted windows helped, but the car beside us was close enough to make it risky. Fuck it. I reached back, grabbed her arm, and pulled her closer to the center.

Irene climbed over the console with surprising speed for someone in heels and a tight skirt. She shoved my seat back as far as it would go and attacked my belt. Her hands were rough, yanking my pants open. My cock sprang free, and she wrapped her fingers around it immediately, stroking hard.

“Already hard for me? Good,” she hissed. “You’ve been teasing me all day with those looks.”

She leaned down and took me into her mouth without warning. The blowjob was angry and wet. No teasing licks—just straight to deep, sloppy sucking. Her lips stretched tight around my shaft as she bobbed fast, tongue pressing hard underneath. Saliva ran down my cock and onto my balls. She gagged herself on purpose, throat tightening around the head every time she pushed deeper.

“Shit, Irene…” I groaned, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching back to grip her hair. Traffic inched forward. The car next to us had a guy who looked over briefly. My heart pounded harder.

She pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her glossy lips to my throbbing dick. “Drive. And keep your eyes on the road while I use this cock.”

I tried. She dove back down, sucking louder, messier. The wet sounds filled the car. Her hand twisted at the base while her mouth worked the head, hollowing her cheeks. Every few seconds she’d pop off to spit on it and stroke furiously before swallowing me again. It was rough, almost punishing, like she was mad at my dick for making her this needy.

I hit a clearer stretch and reached back, grabbing her tit through her top. She moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight through me. “You’re such a horny little slut when you’re pissed,” I said.

She pulled off, eyes flashing. “Then fuck your slut, daddy. Now.”

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I found the next exit and pulled into a slightly wider lane where traffic was moving even slower. Irene didn’t wait. She hiked her skirt up to her waist, yanked her panties to the side, and straddled me in cowgirl right there in the driver’s seat. The car was cramped, steering wheel pressing into her back, but she didn’t care.

She grabbed my cock and sank down hard, taking every inch in one go. “Fuck—yes,” she hissed, head falling back. Her pussy was dripping wet and burning hot. She started riding immediately, angry bounces that made her ass slap against my thighs. Her tits bounced inside her top as she gripped my shoulders for leverage.

I thrust up to meet her, one hand on her hip, the other sliding up to squeeze her throat lightly. “Ride it harder. That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Yes, daddy,” she moaned, grinding down deep before lifting almost all the way off and slamming back down. The car rocked slightly with her movements. Outside, drivers in neighboring lanes were inches away. Someone honked far behind us. Irene didn’t slow down. If anything, the risk made her wetter.

Her walls clenched tight around me, creamy and slick. She leaned forward, biting my neck as she rode faster. “Deeper. Fill me up. I need it rough tonight.”

I reached between us and rubbed her clit hard. Irene’s body jerked, a sharp squirt soaking my lap and the seat. She came fast and angry, moaning through gritted teeth, but kept bouncing through the orgasm like she was chasing another one immediately.

“Again,” she demanded, voice hoarse. “Don’t you dare stop.”

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Traffic stopped completely again. I pushed her off me, ignoring her protest, and climbed into the backseat with her. I bent Irene over the center console, ass up in doggy style. Her face pressed against the cool leather of the passenger seat as I shoved back inside her from behind.

“Fuck!” she cried out, louder than before. I clamped a hand over her mouth while the other gripped her hip, pounding into her hard. The angle was perfect—deep, punishing strokes that made her ass ripple every time I slammed home.

“You wanted this, you horny girl,” I growled, smacking her ass sharply. “Taking daddy’s cock in traffic like a desperate slut.”

Irene moaned into my palm, pushing back against every thrust. Her pussy was creaming all over my shaft, juices dripping down her thighs. I fucked her faster, the wet slapping sounds obscene in the confined space. Another car pulled up right beside us. I could see the driver’s silhouette. Irene noticed too and clenched tighter around me.

She came again, squirting hard around my cock, soaking the seat. Her legs shook but I didn’t let up, railing her through it. “Gonna cum inside this greedy pussy.”

“Do it,” she gasped when I moved my hand. “Fill me, daddy. Pump it all in.”

I buried myself deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum shooting straight into her. Irene shuddered, milking me with her walls, taking every drop. But she wasn’t satisfied yet. As soon as I pulled out, she turned around, cum already leaking down her thighs, and pushed me back against the seat.

She climbed on again in cowgirl, facing me this time, sinking onto my cum-slick cock. “More. I’m not done.”

Her bounces were relentless. Sweat glistened on her skin, short hair sticking to her forehead. I yanked her top down, exposing her breasts, and sucked hard on one nipple while she rode me like she was angry at the traffic, at the day, at everything except my dick.

“Harder, daddy. Fuck me like you mean it,” she panted, grinding her clit against me on every downstroke.

I thrust up brutally, hands digging into her ass. The car shook noticeably now. Horns blared outside but we didn’t stop. She came twice more in this position, squirting messily over my stomach and the seats, her moans turning into broken whimpers.

I flipped her again, this time pressing her against the backseat door for a rough standing doggy variation. One of her legs hooked over the seat as I drove into her from behind, pounding deep and fast. Her face was pressed against the tinted window. If anyone looked close enough, they might see.

“Again,” she demanded, voice raw. “Cum in me again.”

I did. Second creampie, even bigger than the first, overflowing her pussy and running down her legs. Irene’s body trembled through another orgasm, her walls spasming wildly.

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Traffic started moving a little faster but we stayed in the back. She gave me another aggressive blowjob, cleaning our mixed juices off my cock while I tried to keep the car steady. Her head bobbed furiously, gagging and slurping, determined to get me hard again.

Once I was ready, she mounted me reverse cowgirl, ass facing me as she bounced. The view was filthy—her pussy stretched around my cock, cum from previous loads leaking out with every movement. I smacked her ass red, gripping her hips and thrusting up hard.

“You’re such a horny fucking mess,” I said, voice rough.

“Your horny mess,” she shot back, slamming down harder. “Now breed me one more time, daddy.”

I reached around and rubbed her clit roughly. She squirted again, weaker this time but still intense, body shaking as I pumped my third load deep inside her. So much cum that it poured out when she finally lifted off, dripping onto the floor mat.

Irene collapsed against the seat, breathing hard, legs spread, cum leaking steadily from her wrecked pussy. Her makeup was smudged, lips swollen, but the angry hunger in her eyes had finally eased into tired satisfaction.

I pulled back into the driver’s seat as traffic finally started clearing. She stayed in the back for a while, fixing her clothes as best she could, but the car reeked of sex and her thighs were still shiny with cum.

“Better?” I asked, glancing back.

She met my eyes in the mirror, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “For now. But the drive home is still long.”

The rest of the ride continued with her fingers occasionally teasing herself in the back, keeping the heat simmering. Irene was never fully satisfied in one go when she got like this. And I knew there would be more the second we got somewhere with actual space.

By the time we reached the destination, she had demanded and received exactly what she needed—rough, angry car sex that left the interior messy and both of us drained.

(That's so Hot - Jaewon)