Page 4 of Training Tracey

Amanda's fingers flexed, tightening almost to the point of pain. “What about her?”

“Tracey’s her best friend, I…can't…it’s wrong!” he managed to muster between moans, his wife's hand steadily picking up speed, pumping him, driving him insane. Mark knew that if he didn't hold on, the pleasure his wife was creating would push him over the edge.

“It’s none of her business. Cam and that asshole started all this by proposing that they have some sort of twisted threesome.” She was making progress and now all she needed to do was give him that final push. “Besides, this is nothing we haven’t done before.”

Mark seized a fist full of her hair, tugging and twisting, but when he spoke, his voice was perfectly calm. “I thought we agreed never to talk about that.”

“I know, but I miss it, baby. I miss watching you fuck. Watching you use and take what you want and turn those women into babbling sex-crazed wantons. It gets me so… hot.” She consumed as much as she could, sliding her mouth down his shaft in a tight seal, taking half of him in one go, then hollowing her cheeks as she pulled back. “Don’t you want to feel those soft lips…wrapped around your hard cock…” Wet slurps punctured each of her impassioned expletives as she repeated the long pull, her head bobbing faster and faster. The imagery she was conjuring made her clit throb and liquid heat pooled in her belly. “Feel her tight little pussy quivering, clenching…as you watch our daughter’s best friend’s big tits bouncing as she rides your dick-”

“I'll do it…” He had her on her back before she knew it. He used his grip on her hair to pull her off him and to her feet before launching her across the sofa. She bounced with the first contact, but then he was on her, devouring the lips that only moments before had been wrapped around his cock. “Later.”

With one hand cupping her bottom, the other was kneading her breast through her shirt. He began the delicate and most practised art of toying with her body, working her into a frenzy that had weak whimpers flowing from her very soul. The urge to surrender to his hunger was as intoxicating as honey wine, sweet and so delicious. It took all the power she possessed to wake herself from the pleasurable haze and to gather her wits.

Amanda quickly did the only thing she could think of.

She reached down and fisted the root of his desire. “Bad Boy.”

This was crazy.

Mark hesitated on the landing, just outside Camila’s door, the weight of what he was about to do resting around his neck like the hangman’s noose. What the fuck are you doing?

He carried on regardless, slowly turning the handle to his errant daughter's room and opening the wooden door. He could do this. Amanda was right. This wasn’t the first time they had indulged in The Lifestyle. That point did little to distract him from his nerves, however. Experienced or not, it wasn't every day that one’s own wife commissions you to fuck your daughter’s best friend, and a virgin, of all things. It was a daunting prospect and one that carried with it all the pressures of the first time you have sex. And even though he knew he should relax, the thought made him feel like a virgin all over again.

He was just trying to quell the feeling when he heard the soft, alluring moans from within, turning his still hard cock to steel in his trousers.

The room was lit only by the dim glow of the bedside lamp, the soft illumination creating a sensual atmosphere. Tracey was stretched out across the queen size, one hand fondling her breasts through her top, slender fingers pinching a hardened nipple. The other was hidden from his view, having slid beneath the waistband of her jeans all the way to the wrist. He could just make out the outline of her knuckles moving beneath the crotch, coaxing those sexy little sounds.

“Please Mr Burton, take me. I want to feel you in me...”

Dark cloudy eyes opened wide as they wandered from the tantalizing dance of her fingers, up over her alluring bosom, to finally settle on her angelic face, shrouded in strands of dirty gold. With her cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded, she had the look of a siren basking on the rocks, luring ships of desperate sailors to their demise and ruin on the rocks. But what a way to go…

“Mr Burton,” Tracey moaned, pinching her clit viciously between her thumb and forefinger, then sliding another one of her long fingers deep within her creamy slit. “Oh God…Mr Burton…You’re so big, Oh God…Mr Burton…Oh, Mr Burton…Oh…Ooh…Mr Burton! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m…” The mini-orgasm hit her in waves and Tracey’s voice died away, lost on the tide as she climaxed on her hand, tiny ripples washing over her with increasing intensity, then ebbing away just as quickly.

Panting, she brought her fingers up to her lips, each digit shiny with her desire, and began licking them clean.

Tracey couldn't explain it, couldn't understand what had come over her. She had been so nervous.

She couldn't believe it was going to happen and was so afraid it might all turn out to be a dream, that at any moment she might wake up to cold reality. Finally, the one person she had been craving for years was going to be hers. After so long, all her dreams were about to come true and she would lose her v-card, and to Mr Burton, her best friend’s father.

The idea was so deliciously forbidden that a tide of heat had washed over her. Her mind had flooded with images of Camila’s dad on the beach. The family had taken her and a few of Camila’s other friends with them to Weston-Super-Mare in the summer holidays. His large muscular body stripped bare and swimming shorts that teased the outline of his hard cock whenever they were wet.

Before really registering what she was doing, her hand had undone the fastenings of her jeans. Her thumb lightly brushed against her clit and a low moan slipped past her lips as warmth spread through her. She began playing with her clit, rolling it between her fingers before moaning louder as she tentatively slipped a finger inside her entrance. Lost in the moment, her world melted away like chocolate, and Tracey gave herself over to the pleasure.

There was a creaking sound and Tracey’s eyes immediately snapped into focus to discover Mark standing in the doorway, leaning leisurely against the timber frame, arms crossed, watching her with the eyes of a hungry wolf.

“Mr Burton!” she exclaimed. Embarrassed, she tried to cover herself with the quilt.

Mark only smirked, staying silent except for the rustling of his clothes as he closed the door behind him before walking across the room and sitting down beside her on the bed. Tracey couldn't move or speak as she watched him with a held breath that made her head spin; something had changed in Mr Burton. And she liked it.

It turned her on to think she could evoke such a change in this Adonis, and without even giving it much thought, she lunged at him. Pressing her soft lips to his in a rough kiss, her tongue licked across his lips, begging for admittance. His strong arms wrapped around her trim waist, lowering her onto the bed’s soft embrace. When he opened, their tongues met in a fierce battle for dominance that made her toes curl and skin tingle.

The heated duelling of their tongues went on until their need for oxygen grew too great. Her thoughts foggy and panting hard, Tracey couldn’t help flashing a toothy smile as she drank in Mark’s equally dishevelled and aroused condition. Skin flushed and hair dishevelled. He had never looked so yummy.

Taking her devious little smile as a challenge, Mark flashed her that same grin, then seized her wrists and pinned her hands above her head. He straddled her hips, careful not to put too much weight on her, before leaning down and covering her soft lips with his own. However, instead of the passion and ferocity like the last, this kiss was soft and tender, and he gently nibbled her top lip before tending to her lower with a soft suck that made her arch beneath him.

Never once did he make any move to deepen the kiss. Instead, he stocked her ardour with a gentle intimacy that was left to burn in the fires of her arousal.

“Oh! Oh please… Mr Burton!” Tracey tried to break free, needing more than this, desperate to at long last, fulfil all her wild fantasies. Though gentle, his hold was as firm as iron fetters around her wrists. She lacked the strength to overpower this man, so there she remained, firmly locked in his strong embrace while his lips teased her, sending her spiralling into hot, needy delirium.

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