Lara's Larceny - Sex Stories

Lara's Larceny

... Not going to play, Darren? I’m disappointed. I do love to hear my whore scream as she gets her ass fucked, but I think I’ll fuck her filthy little snatch today, instead. I can send it back to you filled with cum, can’t I? That will be fun. You’ll enjoy that, won’t you, Lara?” “Yes, Sir. Please fill my pretty pussy with your cock, Sir.” Hearing her dirty talk is agony, but I can’t deny the throbbing ache in my loins. I close my thighs together. They’re slick with pre-cum. ‘What the fuck is happening to me…? How can I possibly…’ “Don’t just stand there, girl! Bend your arse over that table and slide those dirty knickers down. I wanna see you strip.” I can hear the slick sounds of him wanking as she performs for him. He grunts and mumbles his approval as I’m forced to imagine the scene. I can see her long, shining blonde hair cascading around her shoulders. I can see the lustful look in her eyes as she cups her heavy tits. I imagine her slipping out of her bra and throwing it towards her audience as she tweaks at her nipples, pinching and pulling them gently. She turns slowly on the spot and bends at the waist, hiking up her skirt to show the tight curve of her arse. My hand wraps around my cock and strokes as I can see her shimmying out of her panties and spreading her legs. She reaches one hand of slender fingers between her thighs and spreads herself wide as she shines a grin back between her legs. “Oh, not the skirt, Lara. Leave the skirt. Good girl. Just the knickers. Oh ...

... my, they are soaked, aren’t they?” I know the skirt he’s talking about. It’s a short pencil skirt with a slit down the side. It perfectly shows the shape of her long, tanned thigh. She wore a hot pink thong this morning; it darkens perfectly when she’s turned on, creating an unmissable damp patch. “Bring them to me, girl. Oh yes.” He inhales, loudly. “I do love that filthy smell, Lara. We don’t need any more proof of your ownership, do we girl?” “No, Sir. I’m your whore, Sir.” “Yes, yes.” He chuckles and I hear my wife’s moan, familiar to my ears, before a wet, slurping noise. “Even so, we’ll let your husband hear how wet your filthy cunt is, shall we?” They fall silent and the only sound in the room is the incessant, obscene noise of his fingers sawing into her again and again – tinged with her plaintive groans. He suddenly stops and Lara lets out a mewling little whimper. “Oh listen to the slut whine because I’ve stopped, Darren! Tell me whose whore she is, now. I just have to taste. Oh. Yes, I love that sweet pussy. Mmm. Doesn’t it taste good, slut?” There’s a muffled, drawn out moan, laced with excitement. She’s sucking herself from his fingers and the thought gives my cock an almost painful throb in my hand. “Enough! I need more!” Lara squeals excitedly, giggling as I hear a squeak of flesh on a polished surface. “Open your legs, girl, that’s it. Hold this. Make sure dear hubby can hear.” There’s a fumbling sound and then a clash as the phone lands on what must be a desk. ...