I was waiting outside at the nightclub waiting to be let inside. It was so cold everyone had started to stand closer to each other in the line for warmth. I could feel my nipples hardening in the cold and though how lucky I was I had put on my padded bra today. Not to mention it made me look good in my black tight fitting dress with heart neckline.
As we slowly shuffled to the front I could hear the music pulsing inside. Not long now, just a few more people to go. I was at the front now, I was taken to the side for a bag search, nothing new. The bouncer looked through my bag. Then agreed with his college that I would need a more thorough search as I looked suspicious.
I was taken to the side. He patted down my sides, over my bum and breasts and down the insides of my thighs. I thought it was a bit much. It wasn't like he could tell I wasn't hiding anything in what I was wearing.
But I was let inside, without another word. I did think it was odd, and a bit intrusive, but no one else seemed to think it was weird, so I was just going to continue my night and have some fun.
I walked upstairs and made it on to the dance floor. I was swaying in time to the music with my hips, slowly from side to side. I noticed a few people watching, they were probably just curious why I was in here alone, nothing more. I moved myself closer to the speakers, squeezing my way through the moving bodies. I liked to feel the vibrations go through me.
As I headed there, I past through a group of drunken men. They did the usual whistles, and grabbing for my arse, but I quickly batted them away. Much to their barking.
I lay up against the wall now, feeling the music vibrate through my spine. I closed my eyes and listened, swaying slightly
The song changed and I thought it might be about time for a drink. I opened my eyes to find the same group of tall burly men I had brushed past, now surrounding me.
I tried to make my excuses and pass by, but as I went to leave the tallest of the group grabbed my arm and pushed me to the floor. "You're not going anywhere", he said. As the others smirked and laughed.
I stumbled up to my feet thinking what else I could do. These men were obviously far stronger than I was.
I couldn't push my way past, but neither could I yell or scream, the speakers were right by my head, no one would hear me.
As I deliberated my plan of action, I felt a hand grab my arse. I slapped it away, but it did not move. It was instead joined by another, as one of the ring men pulled me in towards him.
I tried to slap him, but by the time I had realised what was happening, I was too clos. My arms were pressed inbetween myself and him, and another one of the men had closed in behind me and had put his hands on my elbows so I couldn't wiggle my arms free.
As he pulled me even closer to him, I felt him rub his cock angainst my crotch. It was hard, and I could feel it through his jeans.
The elbow grabber started to advance, also pushing his whole body weight on to me and rubbing his crotch against my back.
I could feel it poking me. I wondered if it was because they were horny that they had come for me, or if it was Infact me, that had made them horny.
I was pushed up against the speaker now, both men pressed against me. I looked around for help, but only saw the smiling faces of the group. I felt one of them tugging at my hair, taking it out of its bun. One of my hands was free, I could try to escape...but which was the best way. Maybe if I grabbed and tugged on one of the cocks I could distract him long enough to try and make a run for it. I moved my hand down and grabbed his cock...but stopped. It felt good. It was a good size and when I touched it, it pulsed in pleasure.
I didn't know what I was doing, but before I could think it through, I had slid my hand down his pants and had started to jerk him off.
I heard a moan in my ear. It turned me on so much that I started to give it more enthusiasm.
What was I doing? This is the opposite to what I should be doing. But I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with every stroke. I started to move my hips now, so I could feel the cock on my back. Maybe I could pleasure him too and hear more moans. I looked to the group, all stood with their mouths open at what I was doing. Even in the dark room, I could see when the lights flashed past, that they were all starting to get hard, looking at what I was doing. This spurred me on more. I liked an audience.
I'd pulled his cock out of his pants now, for all to see, and as I started jacking him off harder, I felt a hand move from holding my elbow, to playing with my tits. It felt so good, I couldn't help but let out a little moan. This meant I now had another hand free, and that would be perfect for some ball cupping.
Both hands now worked the shaft, rubbing on the head with my thumb. Hearing his moans getting louder in my ear. He had released his grip on my arse now, leaning backwards in pleasure, unable to move. I was so wet.
What must the group think, I was being such a naughty girl. All I wanted right now was to be fucked. I wanted to feel a big cock inside me, filling me up. How I longed to shove his cock in my mouth, but I couldn't move down whilst he was playing with my tits. Squeezing and rolling my nipples in his fingers. Gently pulling them.
He pulled the top of my dress down, revealing me to the group, as he fondled my breasts, freely. This had obviously become too much for one member of the group, as the next thing I saw was a cock hitting my face, trying to enter my mouth.
I obliged, I wanted a cock in my mouth so badly, I'd take anyone's.
I opened my mouth wide for him, letting my spit, pool on my mouth, getting wetter.
He left me like that, admiring how willing I was for his cock. I felt two hands grab my head as he thrust his massive cock in my mouth.
He went too far, it hit the back of my throat and made me gag. He pulled it out and waited as I gagged, smiling. "Too much for you is it?"
He thrusted again, this time shallower. It tasted so good, and I could feel it rub down my throat, as it was forced deeper and deeper.
I started to suck on it. I wanted to make him cum. I want to make him have the best blow job he had ever had. I needed him to remember how naughty I am.
I sucked his cock whilst rubbing and licking his shaft. Swirling my tounge on the head of his cock, licking below the foreskin. Trying to get to the most untouched places as I knew this would cause the most pleasure.
I must have done something right, as he started to force my head further and further down.
I felt the hands move from my breasts now, allowing them to swing as he thrust his cock down my throat. But then I started to feel hands run down my sides, across my bum, to the bottom of my dress. He pulled up my dress revealing my ass.
Slowly pulling down my sopping wet pants, that left a sticky trail as they were pulled down.
