1. Good meets Evil at the nightclub


    Date: 5/18/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Domination/submission, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Female Domination, Male / Females, Masturbation, Reluctance, Author: Isambard, Rating: 57.1, Source: sexstories.com

    because pretty bar boy smiled at you. We both know what you’re really after, you dirty cunt” Emma knew he was right, she knew her mind wanted a charming barman to protect her, but now that she’d let the devil in, she wanted this vile thug and his buddies to have their way with her, despite her reluctance. “Here, you forgot this”, interjected the big fella, as he leaned in and wiped his fingers across her top, smearing a slimy shit stain as they piqued her nipples through her bra. Emma strained to focus. “My friend needs to get home, she’s really tired. I don’t know what happened earlier, but we’re having some water and you better leave us alone, or else my friend across the bar will have you chucked out” “You’re talking shit, just like you smell of it, whore. Why not bring your friend back to mine, we can look after both-“ “Two waters for- What was your name again?”, said the saviour. “Thanks, it’s Emma.” “Well Emma, I’m Mike. I’ve asked the guys at the door to see you get out OK, I can see those guys are giving you some hassle.” “Thanks Mike, you are so sweet. They are just horny idiots, nothing I can’t ...
    handle, but maybe yours is a good idea.” Emma helped Angeling with her water and she seemed to be sober enough to walk home. Seeing the security guards moving over, the group of lads made some room and Emma slipped past, feeling a final, very stinging pinch of one ass check, and a firm smack of her other as she moved out with Angeling on her arm. Outside, the fresh air hit her as she changed her heels for flats. She immediately hurried on toward the streets leading home, hoping to hide her new stains. As they stumbled down the busy streets, she could hear a whooping and cooing not far from her flat. She took a moment to stop on the penultimate corner, turning to see the group of 7 lads from the bar heading toward them, not yet having seen or recognised them amongst the toers and froers. Having propped Angeling up, she felt a jolt of sexual animalism rise up in her as the flats slipped off her feet and she bent to tighten on her heels. She came back to standing as 50 metres away the leader locked eyes with Emma, instantly recognising her; a sickening, ghastly smile spread across his lips as it did Emma’s mind…
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