The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 1

The expected bang on the wall came at nine thirty and though Gary was definitely ready for it, he had to be careful. He left his TV on in the living room, turned off the kitchen lights and quietly opened the back door. He silently straddled the back fence and entered the adjoining semi-detached house. Tracey was there waiting for him. ‘Cor. Just what I need' she gushed as they kissed, as a pair of lovers with moral abandon kiss.

A trail of clothes later and they were up the stairs, on the bed and Tracey was receiving her treatment.

They had begun having sex one month before and Tracey had, at first, been staggered by the difference between the lovemaking of her husband and the aggressive domination of Gary, but, in truth, she had suspected her own partiality for such things some time before that. Now, Gary Fowler had the slim young wife on her knees with her hands pinned behind, aggressively banging his big cock into her soppy, wet pussy without any regard for her personal feelings or wants. Tracey had loved it, the submission, the energy; and she loudly voiced that, knowing that she need not heed any eavesdropping neighbours.

But with each of Gary’s visits she loved it less. She knew what came next, and after that, knew how it ended, and after a couple of dozen times of this conceit, it had all become a bit tired and she was clever enough to see that more and more would be needed to satisfy her. Under the circumstances, she balked at the idea. Predictably, ...

... step two of Gary’s procedure duly came.

Gary let go of her wrists and gathered up her hair with both hands, twisted the long dark locks around his right hand and pulled the bunch tight. He slowed his rhythm as he did and started punching his dick into her deep warmth. ‘Ah, Ah, Gary, Gary!’ Tracy began to perform what was expected. It had all been so different thirty days before. Then the shock and fear had caused eruptions in her central nervous system and the pain had somehow increased that. The orgasm that had burst forth as a result had been the most totemic and unforgettable she had ever had.

‘Oh, yes! You dirty bitch, you love being fucked hard don’t you!’ Gary found one of Tracey’s white bum cheeks and slapped it hard. She again yelped with alarm.

‘Eek! Oh fuck, oh fuck yes.' With Tracey's head now inclined upward, Gary was presented with her vulnerable white throat and he placed his free left hand lightly around it.

‘Do you like it, you fucking whore?’ he whispered.

Tracey, did not initially answer, her concentration was on withstanding the sharp thrusts into her that her lover was delivering. He removed the light choke and slapped her hard across the face.

‘Yes, yes, I love it, God!’

He pushed her back into an arch and resumed his throttle, squeezing firmly. But that fear that was once instilled during their first sex now, didn’t happen, and she knew the orgasm that she was about to have would not crash as it once had, like a truck into a ...