Good meets Evil at the nightclub - Sex Stories

Good meets Evil at the nightclub

Emma, a 25 year old young professional and relatively new in town, headed out with her work colleagues on their first social night out. After several bars, she was surprised how drunk some of her more senior colleagues had become, but felt she needed to keep up to make a good impression. As the night wore on, she had it in her mind that after one more bar, she would head home. They entered a nightclub recommended by some members of the group who had already left. Emma and Angeling stood at the bar as a group of men circled around them, all mid-30s with short-cut hair, some well built and others average, jeans and crew-cut, tight T-shirts. The leader of the lads leaned into Emma: “’Scuse me love, but you better leave right now, or we’re going to grab your ass” “We’re just here for a drink and a good time”, said Emma. “I didn’t ask, I’m telling you what’s going to happen darlin’” said the leader. Emma whispers into Angeling's ear what was going on, hoping she’d sobered up enough they could leave. Angeling was still too intoxicated and offered no response to Emma. Determined to have a good end to her evening, Emma ignored the group and ordered her drinks. She quickly felt a large, firm hand first place itself onto her left ass cheek and then give a tight, stinging squeeze. Emma couldn’t believe he had gone through with it, let alone the jeering it had just received from his mates. Deep down, she couldn’t help suppress a feeling of disgust mixed with a dark lust. Emma did not ...

... turn around, instead firming up her buttocks as she leaned over the bar further to get the attention of the barman. The hand slid quickly over to her right ass cheek and gave a harder, painful squeeze around her petite ass. Emma swatted the hand away this time, realising people might see and wonder why she wasn’t reacting. She glanced around and saw the leader with another of his well-built lads standing very close to her, too close for normal interaction, whilst their friends had formed a circle to block anyone seeing what they were doing. Emma turned back to the bar, half hoping the barman would see the events and put a stop to it, but half hoping things would continue. This night was particularly busy, so the barman was 5 or 6 punters away from where Emma was standing. The rough hand migrated down her thigh to wear her loose skirt was cut, quickly slithering underneath it and back up to grope her bare ass with a renewed sting. Emma bit her lip, knowing she had now let things progress too far. Suddenly, a second, even bigger, more powerful but clumsier hand had planted onto her other bare ass cheek and exacted a more painful compression. She knew both men were capitalising on her failure to withstand that dark lust in her; both their heartbeats beating as fast as hers, wondering where things might progress. Emma surreptitiously leant her ass backward, making it look was if she was actually bending further over the bar. The lead pervert felt her acquiescence and decided to take ...