The Dark Mare

Last night I wanted to do something different. There are all of these bars near where I live but since I rarely drink, there didn't seem much reason to go hang out there. It had been a slow day at work and I wanted some sort of excitement. What's the point of living in Atlantica if I don't actually see Atlantica?

I stopped at the first bar that caught my eye. It was called 'Dark Mare'. The neon sign was showed a girl in a cowboy hat. To be honest I thought it might be a strip club.

The inside was what I expected. It was very cowboy cheesy. Ropes, saddles and pictures of cowboys hung on the walls. Bull horns were every where. The color scheme was yellow and brown. Sawdust covered the floor.

It would have been redneck heaven except for one little detail: it was filled with Koreans. It was bizarre. I think there might have been one or two other white people and they all sat alone. As for the Koreans, they were mostly women. They sat in groups, talking at a low whisper among themselves. There was no music, which made it the quietest bar I have ever seen.

I should have left but I was intrigued. There is a large Korean population in Atlantica but they are mostly centered on the south side of town. Other than an Asian food market, this was the largest group I had seen. And I had never seen so many Korean women. I wanted to see more.

I sat down at a table. A waitress silently took my order. She brought my drink without saying anything and I began to think I was making a mistake by coming here. I sipped my drink and hoped the alcohol would help me relax.

The women around me whispered to each other. I looked around the bar and tried to figure it out. There was no music. There was a small stage with a karaoke machine but no one ever went to it. Small booths without tables were in the back, but the lights over there are were turned off. If it wasn't for the beautiful exotic women around me, I would have left without finishing my drink.

Two women came up to me. The taller girl was giggling but the taller oner was very serious. They looked like they were college students with their bright t-shirts and black shorts. They had identical haircuts with their black hair framing both sides of their face.

"Come," the taller girl said. She picked up my drink and both girls walked away.

My heart leaped. Did I just get picked up? I followed them but I got worried as I saw they were heading towards the back. I saw that the booths were angled so that people in the bar couldn't see the people in the booths. For a moment, I was afraid that I was being lead to some sort of robbery.

The taller girl pointed at one side of the booth. "Sit," she said. She sat down opposite me, still holding my drink. She sipped from it and shared it with her friend. They didn't offer me any.

"Hi," I said. There was no table to hide behind. I sat with my hands on my knees, not sure what to do with them. "My name is Dwayne," I offered.

"Mi-oh," the giggler said.

"Mi-hi," the taller one said. I wasn't sure if she was correcting her friend, or making some sort of joke.

"This is a pretty odd place," I said. I was trying to make conversation.

They said nothing. The giggler finished my drink.

"Do you girls live around here?" I asked.

They didn't anwser. The taller one looked at me while her friend took out her cell phone. The giggler checked something while the tall one just kept looking at me.

"Take out your cock," the tall one finally said.

"Excuse me?" I said. I heard her perfectly in the quiet bar but I wanted to hear it again.

"Unzip your pants," she said, like she was talking to a mentally disabled person. "And show us your cock. You have one, right?"

The giggler laughed.

I looked at the rest of the bar. No one was even looking in our direction.

Why not?

I unzipped my pants. I pulled them down to my thighs. My boxers are pretty loose so I was able to just pull my cock through the slit. I was hard.

There was a flash and I realized the giggler had taken a picture of my cock with her cell phone. I jumped and covered myself.

"No!" the taller girl said. "Keep it out."

She turned to the giggler and said something harsh and mean in Korean. The giggler stopped laughing and nodded submissively. I heard the click of the cell phone as the camera took another picture, this time without the flash.

I removed my hand. This was so weird, but so very hot.

The taller girl pumped her fist in an obscene way. I realized she was giving me an order. I stroked my cock.

She nodded with approval and said something in Korean. The giggler gave her the cell phone and then unzipped her own pants. She pulled down her shorts all the way to her ankles. There was no underwear. I could see her smooth sex, completely lacking in hair.

"Dwayne," the taller girl said.

"Yes?" I asked. I kept stroking. I wasn't going to stop till she told me to.

"Mi-hi," she said, pointing to the giggler's pussy.

I didn't understand. I am not sure I needed to. The one giving orders started to stroke Mi-hi's pussy. Or maybe Mi-hi was the pussy. I don't know. All I know is the one girl started to masturbate the pussy of the other girl while I kept stroking my cock. I'm pretty sure that is all I needed to know.

While the taller girl was busy stroking her friend, the friend was looking right at me. Her brown eyes flitted between my pumping cock and my face. Her lips opened as she panted. Color spread across her cheeks, making her face red like she was being slapped. She wasn't giggling now.

Meanwhile, the one in charge was ignoring me. She had three fingers buried in Mi-hi's pussy. She was finger fucking her very hard, not so much stroking as much as jabbing that smooth sex. Her fingers glistened with Mi-hi's desire. I groaned as I realized that desire was caused in part by me.

Mi'hi had her camera again. She pointed it at me as I pumped my cock. She took pictures and I felt my cock grow harder. She pointed it at her own sex and took pictures of the furious fucking she was receiving. I thought about those pictures meeting in her cell phone. I might not get to touch her, but my cock was side by side with her pussy in her photo album.

She stopped taking pictures when she climaxed. She stared at my face as she trembled from head to toe. Mi-hi made these odd little sounds, like little tiny chirps.

"ah,ah,ah,ah," she cheeped.

"Mi-oh," she moaned when the taller girl pulled her fingers out.

I climaxed. I think it was the fear that they were going to make me stop that made me come. I wanted to climax before they could say anything. I wanted to climax while I still had Mi-hi's pussy still in front of me.

My semen flew from me. It landed on the floor between us. The two women looked at it with such disinterest. I really felt they could care less.

"Pull your pants up," the taller one said. She said something in Korean to Mi-hi and she did the same thing. My cock was still sensitive and hard but I managed to pull my pants back up.

"Give me your phone," the taller one said.

I didn't hesitate. She took my phone and Mi-hi's. She did something with both our phones but she didn't explain it to me. Mi-hi kept looking at me, a pleasant sleepy smile on her face. I felt like we had fucked.

She gave my phone back to me. "Leave here now," she said.

"What?" I said. "Did I do something wrong?"

An ugly scowl crossed her face. "Just go, now! Leave the bar. Don't come back to the bar, ever!"

I didn't know what to say. Then again, I didn't know anything about what had happened. I got up and on unsteady legs, walked out of there.

I went home. I thought about Mi-hi's sex being fucked by the mean Korean woman. I thought about my own cock inside that smooth sex.

I have so much to jack off to.