Page 5 of Training Tracey

Only when he had judged her thoroughly worked up did Mr Burton reclaim her mouth, his large hands brushing down her arms and spine to curl around her waist, crushing her against his hard warmth.

Whimpering under his savage intensity, Tracey clung to her friend’s father as though her life depended on it, her fingers losing themselves in the softness of his hair as his tongue delved deep within her mouth. She could feel his hands running over her body, his every touch searing through her clothes, heat pooling in her centre. She sighed in delight when he cupped her buttocks and gave it a firm squeeze. Needing more, she slid her leg up to his thigh and over his hip, opening herself up to him and giving her better leverage. However, she couldn’t contain herself when the immensity of his arousal pushed against her covered womanhood. She broke away to loosen a long sweet gasp, her eyes nearly rolling, her head thrown back. It was too much, too good. “Mmm-Mr Burton!”

Delighting in her responsiveness, Mark trailed open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down the slope of her neck to her collarbone, occasionally stopping to nip the sensitive skin and then soothe it with his tongue. All the while, he gently stroked her abdomen, his fingers creeping up under her top, exploring the soft bounty beneath until he came to her breasts. With the pad of his thumb, he outlined the boundaries of her cleavage, every so often teasing the peak of a pebbled nipple. Smiling as he felt her arch into him, he licked his lips. Time to kick things up a notch.

All it took was a moment. A sudden jerk, the shriek of tearing fabric. He tore her top down the middle.

Surprised, Tracey squeaked as she was left bare to his gaze. Mark silenced any further protest with a kiss. There could be no resisting him now.

Pulling back, Mark almost licked his lips. God... she's just gorgeous. Tracey's breasts were full and firm but just large enough to fit in the palm of his hand, her flawless milky complexion accentuating her rosy nipples.

Taking his weight on his arm, Mark let his fingers wander over Tracey's curves, his hand closing over her breast, stroking and kneading it with a touch that made the girl gasp for breath every time he brushed her swollen peaks. His cock twitched at her eagerness, reminding him she was not the only one in need of relief. Suddenly very aware of the awkward stiffness amassing at the base of his still-imprisoned cock- which happened to be growing more uncomfortable by the second- he bent down and took a pebbled bud between his lips, fiercely nipping her before soothing the sting with licks and sucks.

Moaning in agonised pleasure, Tracey lifted her hips and started rubbing against the man above her, all her self-doubt and nervousness forgotten. She didn’t care anymore. All she wanted was this beast inside her, to feel him filling her, stretching her so completely she’d be ruined for other men. But still he continued to take his time, sucking first her right breast, then her left, before laying a trail of soft butterfly kisses down to her abdomen as he settled between her legs.

She all but screamed as a mini orgasm crashed over her when one large finger rubbed down the centre seam of her jeans, tracing along her swollen folds. “Please… Mr Burton?”

“Please what, Tracey?” Mark teased, sliding the offending finger up and down the garment’s crotch a few times before fingering the fastenings. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

“Do it?”

“Do. What?” He drew out each word with sultry emphasis before undoing the buttons. Catching the zipper between his teeth, he dragged it down, opening her up to his gaze.

“Stick your cock in me!” Tracey all but screamed it, hot, embarrassed, needy tears burning the corners of her eyes. But she didn’t care. She needed this. Had needed it for so long. She didn’t want to wait anymore. She wanted him. “Fuck me!”

“Good girl.” Mark removed her jeans and panties with a practised ease, tugging them both down and off her long willowy legs before casting them aside. Then he was once more hovering over her. Tracey had never felt so small and vulnerable, compounded by her own nakedness while he was still fully clothed. As much as she needed to feel him inside her, she wanted to ogle and worship his flesh, to see him in all his virile male glory-

Stars burst before her eyes as two fingers slipped inside her. Her whole body seemed to ripple around the very new and unexpected presence inside her. The teen’s hips lifted from the bed to press his fingers deeper inside her hot channel. She moaned wantonly when they curled, rubbing a spot that made her thrash in ecstasy. But then his thumb began lavishing attention upon her clit, flicking and circling the way his tongue had teased her nipple, and it all quickly became too much. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her, what she wanted before she did, and the tightness, the knot in her centre, warned she would spill over the brink at any moment.

Only she didn’t. Just when she was on the edge, an orgasm surging up to swallow her, he pulled his hand back.

“No!” Eyes widening, her whole body arched to follow him, and she threw a pleading hand out to try and drag him back between her legs, but it did no good. Grinning like the devil, Mr Burton brought his fingers up to her eyes, coated with juices, her juices, before licking them clean. He’s…tasting me. The idea was as erotic as the show of his tongue slithering out to lap at each of his fingers in turn, and she suddenly longed to take those fingers into her mouth and suck them clean herself.

With her thoughts foggy and so close to release, she made no move to resist as the warmth of his breath washed across her abdomen, tickling her sex, before his tongue parted her folds and slid into her core, sending tendrils of pleasure through every nerve in Tracey’s body.

“Mr Burton…Ah…Ah!” Tracey gasped, seizing fistfuls of his ebony mane, her hips rolling into his mouth when his teeth gently scraped her clit. “Oh God...urmph...” She could feel his tongue swirling around inside her, stroking and lashing her velvety inner walls as her nectar flowed into his open mouth. Yet it was the way he was staring up at her from between her legs, his eyes dark and burning, that she found the most carnal, pushing her closer and closer to her desired peak. And when he suddenly switched tact to suckling her small bundle of nerves with a low rumbling, something finally broke. “Uh-uh-uh-uh-oh…God! Ah-Ah-Ah…Cumming! I’m cumming!”

Then her vision turned white and melted away.

“Mmm… that was fantastic, sweetheart. You were amazing.”

The words dragged her from a post-orgasm haze more effectively than a bucket of ice water. Blinking through the fog, Tracey awoke to find Amanda Burton standing over her. Her hair was down, a fall of soft and silky raven curls that tumbled more than halfway down her back. She’d changed out of her work clothes into a little silk robe that was tied at the waist and stopped much higher than her knees. It did nothing to hide her matching black stockings.

“Mrs Burton? What are you-”

“Shhh…” Amanda put a silencing finger to the girl’s lips. “Just relax, the best is still to come.”

Tracey obeyed and didn’t utter a word, only gave a nervous nod, her heart fluttering at the prospect of what she had in store for her.

Amanda’s smile broadened. “Good girl.” Then she turned from her to face the base of the bed where her husband stood, shirtless, in all his male glory. Stepping in close, so he towered over her, she brought the hand that had silenced their newest toy up to brush a feather softly along one bicep. She gave him a long look over, from toe to head, and then back down to linger on a point of immense interest. “Was it good for you too?”

Catching her hand in his, he brought it up to his mouth and kissed each of her fingers. “I was just having a little fun, love.”

The kiss came hard and fast. His lips claiming her mouth with a singular passion, drawing her in deep, while his free arm hooked around her waist and spun her so that as he sat down on the edge of the bed, she landed in his lap.

She knew she shouldn't, that this night was for Tracey, but when her husband’s tongue found her own, Amanda couldn’t resist kissing back, wanting to absorb the sweetest sensations that only he could stir inside her with just the faintest touch. Drawing her in close, Mark hooked a finger through her robe, tugging the belt loose before slipping a hand through the folds to cup one of her breasts.

She gasped when he twisted her nipple, just hard enough for her to relish the cocktail of pleasure and pain, and then pushed him away. “No!”

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