Chapter Three
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.
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.