Good meets Evil at the nightclub - Sex Stories

Good meets Evil at the nightclub

... advantage quickly. He moved forward to slide his hand between her buttocks, tracing the lining of her underwear to the crease of her moist pussy, where the underwear are pulled into her valley of lust. Emma’s mind made one more attempt from the shock of his forwardness to end this and leave, but the tingling, warm sensation arising from her pussy was too powerful and overcame her, pushing her down and down into that dark, lascivious dungeon. She felt his shoulder pressing against hers and the smell of past cigarettes, as he spoke into her ear, “Thought you just wanted a quiet drink, love? Didn’t know you were up for a proper fingering in the club, like a good little slut. Isn’t that right, darlin’, that you wanna feel my fingers up your pussy, like a little whore who can’t get enough?” Emma knew she shouldn’t respond; she couldn’t for all the intensity of the situation. He remained in the same position, now looking to others as if he knew Emma and she him. Emma kept her eyes fixed on the barman and his spirits, feeling the strangers filthy stare almost as strongly as his fingers, now roughly and vigorously pulling aside the thin strip of material to access her cunt. His nervous and amateurish fingers found her moistness and slid straight up into her pussy, burying themselves deep in her cleft. Emma winced, but she kept her eyes forward, enjoying the pain and the simplicity of her assailant. He quickly enclosed his hand to cup the lower part of her pussy and extended his ...

... thumb up to rub her ass hole. Emma jolted at this sensation, remembering her hesitation but desire for anal excitation. She heard whispering. Agreement. Hands moving. The large hand inflicting pinching pain to her other buttock withdrew for several seconds, replaced by 2 sticky, moist fingers directly onto the rosebud of her anus. With miraculous co-ordination, the fingers from her pussy withdrew to focus on her clitoris, which was throbbing with want, whilst one of her new moist attackers pressed into her relatively unexplored anal canal. It found initial resistance, as Emma unwittingly clenched around it. She focused on the barman again, trying to forget the stinging pain of her rectal exploration. The big fella found her ass hole to relax and he quickly capitalised, pushing his big digit further into her shit-pipe. Emma pushed back, giving in to this assault on her senses, at once joining the attackers to defile her own body. Both men panted as hard as Emma, shell-shocked at her complicity. Their simple minds could not grasp how Emma had given way to a deep fantasy; they felt their misogynistic threats had won them this dirty prize. Emma was trying with great care to hold onto her gaze of the barman, but the increasing deep, undulating sensation emanating from her back passage caused her knees to weaken, forcing her lower onto the bar where the wet surface dampened her thin top. She retained her position using her arms, as waves of pleasure built from her clitoris, despite the ...