Good meets Evil at the nightclub - Sex Stories

Good meets Evil at the nightclub

... animalistic nature of her stranger’s rubbing. The large fella had a sense of entitlement now, progressing to a better, closer, more central position behind Emma, working to not rouse suspicion. The leader gave room, seeing that he would lose in a battle of muscle. Placing his free hand around Emma’s lower waist, he extended his second, damp digit to join his first, as Emma spread apart her legs to allow his big fist space between her bouncing cheeks. The pain from the first digit was retold, but Emma new it was an investment. She quickly pushed back hard onto her hands, using the pleasure from her cunt to subside the initial abrasive pain. After several more minutes, the 2 fingers had slickened from her anal moisture and were darting in and out of her with ease. She enjoyed several minutes of his big fingers pounding her into her ass hole, punching up into her gut, delivering a pang of disgusting pleasure with each stroke. Emma suddenly stopped her racing mind. Reassess. She was at a bar, any bar. She was effectively alone. She had been warned. She stayed. She was now being molested. By strangers. She had abandoned all sense. She didn’t want her drink anymore, but didn’t want to leave that bar. She had 2 avaricious fingers flicking and rubbing her cunt. She had 2 even bigger, rigid fingers buried in her ass hole. She was pushing back into all this. Her legs were spreading wider. She couldn’t stop panting. She wanted- “You are a filthy whore. Has the slut got a name?” “E- ...

... Emma” she whimpered, feeling his tone dominating her. “Emma, good name for a slut. Short and simple, like it was to get your pussy on the end of my fingers. My mate’s got massive hands, and 2 of those filthy digits are up your arse hole, and you are fucking loving it” “Hey, are you ok? Hey, hey, are you OK? You want a drink? What’s going on?” Emma jolted out of her prison. She could see the friendly, handsome barman looking at her, cleaning a glass in his hand with a rag. “Oh, I’m sorry, I lost concentration, I’ve been waiting a little while, but I know you’re busy”. She felt the two hands strain not to leave her, but she gave a firm brush away and regained herself. The pressure inside her shit chute eased as the large fingers slid out of her loose sphincter. She let go of the building clitoral rush, feeling the firm hug her of her underwear back in their rightful place, as her skirt fell back brushing against her red, sore ass and her slimy thighs. “That’s OK my sweet. What can I get for you? And a water for your friend? No offence at all, but perhaps she needs to be taken home? There are some pretty horrible people come in here, I wouldn’t see you get hurt.” “I think you’re right; make that two waters” The barman stepped away to pour the redeeming liquid, whilst the hands suddenly tried their return. Emma turned around to her assailants, “Thank you boys, but you can stop all that. We’re going home, perhaps next time you should buy the drinks”. “Don’t stop now, darlin’, just ...