1. The Park: Mark and Sarah part I


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: josh5800, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I'd just broken up with my girlfriend of four years. I was completely gutted, I was going to propose. I had come back early from work one day to hear moans and slaps coming from the bedroom... odd, I thought, so I crept quietly up the stairs. Looking through the open door I could see Tina on her hands and knees with a guy fucking her pussy and slapping her arse. She was squealing with delight. &#034Bitch&#034 I thought angrily, &#034you were always so tame in bed with me.&#034 Next I hear her moan &#034fuck me in the arse, Jason, you know that makes me cum&#034. Her lover pulls his cock out of her pussy and drives it straight into her brown hole. I could watch no more, I never got anal, why should he? &#034YOU FUCKING BITCH!&#034 I shouted as I flung open the door. Jason was stationary with his cock in her arse, she was wiggling to get away. Eventually he pulled out and there was shit on the end of his small cock (if I wasn't so angry it would have been hilarious). Fuming, I said nothing, but picked up their clothes and threw them into the front garden. Jason was wise and didn't say a word, after visiting the bathroom he walked out sheepishly and got dressed in the street. Tina didn't say anything either. She was crying and shaking, covering her boobs and pussy. &#034Well?&#034 I asked finally, looking her right in the eyes. &#034I.....&#034 &#034You might as well tell the whole truth, I'm kicking you out in half an hour.&#034 &#034He's my ex. We've been fucking again for ...
    about six months.&#034 &#034While fucking me too. Is he clean? Are you?&#034 &#034I don't know&#034 &#034I've heard enough. You have half an hour. Get your stuff and get out. I'm calling the clinic for an STD check up&#034. *** Gonorrhoea. The bitch and her ex gave me fucking gonorrhoea. After a course of antibiotics I was clean but with the STD and being thoroughly pissed off at Tina, I hadn't slept with anyone for six months. My life had slipped completely. I was failing at work, depressed all the time, sl**ping badly and eating poorly. My friends tried to help and eventually persuaded me to come out for a curry on a Friday night. I didn't feel like it, but it was easier to say yes than to put up with their attempts. We went out for a curry and despite my intentions, I started to have a good time. They were all making a huge effort to make me smile and eventually I cracked, grinned and couldn't stop. There was a cheer from my friends and some disapproving glances from other tables but I was smiling for the first time in months - it was very the****utic. Having finished our dinner, my friends persuaded me to go to a club. I hate clubbing at the best of times. It's too noisy, the drinks are mortgage-bustingly expensive and it's full of the sort of people I don't like to hang out with. But they wouldn't take no for an answer. Through the doors, past the bouncer, £10 lighter from the entrance fee, I was standing on sticky carpets with tasteless, expensive beer in my hand. My mood ...
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