Lara's Larceny - Sex Stories

Lara's Larceny

... throat closes and I can’t respond. I can hear the satisfied arrogance in his voice – hear the sneering smirk painted across his face. ‘How dare he talk like this…!’ “Honestly, Darren, I could’ve laughed when she asked for overtime. Overtime! I was days away from firing her and she wanted overtime! I wasn’t sure she had a single talent or redeeming feature. Your wife really is a dumb, talentless bitch, Darren, d’ya know that?” “How dare you speak about my wife like that, you pompous prick? She’s more than you and your fuckin’ company deserve! I’ll make sure she leaves and never comes back to your fuckin’ office! Just wait until she hears this!” He laughs, again, and I lash out. A single swing of my fist smashes the mirror hanging on the wall and shreds the backs of my knuckles with glass. I’m pacing in circles, dripping blood from my clenched fist and fuming. His laugh seems to last an age, mocking me, and I only want to replace the mirror with his despicable smirk. “Darren, do you think she doesn’t know? She heard every word I said just now. She’s right here with me, aren’t you, Lara?” A pause precedes Mr. Fairbanks’ quiet tut. “She’s shy. Don’t be shy, Lara. Say hello to your husband, for me.” I blink and my heart skips as I hear a muffled “hello”. “Lara? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Anxiety drives my heart rate higher and higher. Fear and worry course inexorably through my veins. My pounding ears are almost deaf to his words. “She’s fine. She’s more than fine – she’s ...

... brilliant, in fact. I was wrong, you see, Darren.” “Wrong?” “Yes, quite wrong. I thought your wife was a worthless waste of wages. I was wrong. She really is a gorgeous woman, really.” I frown, confused. “She looks beautiful with a cock in her throat, doesn’t she, Darren? She has a real talent for cock-sucking, it’s true, but over the past few weeks I’ve discovered a few more besides. She holds many surprises, Darren.” There’s no anger. I’m numb; cold. I collapse into the chair and in the silence I can hear that steady gurgling noise in the background again. I know what it is. My heart seizes, yet I somehow find my voice to whisper. “You’re fucking my wife.” That sardonic snigger rings out once more. “Oh, not at the minute, Darren, no. She’s just worshipping me with her mouth. It’s a favoured starter of hers, I’ve found. She seems to adore lavishing herself on this thick dick. She looked up at me, that day in my office, from her knees. Her eyes were filled with tears, her hair was dishevelled and her blouse was open far more than you’d think decent. “Right there, I couldn’t help thinking how truly wicked she would look with a cock in her mouth. I wanted to see those big, tear-soaked blues looking up at me, Darren, as I rammed every inch into her throat. I made her an offer.” He chuckled and I could only swallow, feeling my body hollowing out by the minute. “Do you know, Darren, she crawled. She crawled across my office floor to lay her head on my lap and begged me to let her suck ...