Korean Slut in the Club

It was a warm summer evening in Seoul, and Yami was just arriving from her hometown further to the south. She was excitedly thinking about the evening, she hadn't been to a club in more than a year. She couldn't help but think about her boyfriend, fleetingly. After all, she had met him at a club in the Philippines a few years earlier.

It was with her friend, Bomi, that she would soon be meeting that they first met. Her boyfriend was currently away on business, as he so often is. She wondered what he might be doing right now, a short feeling of jealousy coursed through her mind. She shook it off quickly, however, it wasn't worth thinking about. Besides, she would be heading to a outdoor house music festival with her best friend.

As she waited for a taxi to bring her from the airport to where she had agreed to meed her friend, she started to feel an all too familiar warmth between her legs. She remembered back to those days in Manila, before she had met her boyfriend. She was always wet, and frequently found a way to get fucked. She had even traveled to Hong Kong a few times to meet with two guys she found on the internet, sleeping with both of them. Although she hadn't had contact with either in some time, she missed the encounters and their sexual chats. It was shortly after she started dating her boyfriend that she was caught sexting.

He was extremely jealous, all the more so after he continued to catch her time after time. She did love him, though, and eventually stopped talking with both of them. Her mind thought back to those days as the world moved past her from the back of the taxi.

She also thought back to all the nights she spent in the clubs of Manila. She loved attention from Indian men, in particular. She found their brown skin to nicely complement her porcelain white skin. She also loved to be degraded and used roughly, and she found that Indian men were very often willing to give her exactly what she wanted.

Her mind was instantly brought back to the present as the taxi driver called her attention. They had arrived, and in her daydreaming she hadn't been paying attention. She paid the driver, and stepped out of the car and into the warm summer air. She could feel that her thighs were coated with musky wetness. Squeezing her legs together for a moment, she let out a slight moan and then decided that she had better focus and meet Bomi.

She quickly entered the Starbucks where they had agreed to meet, and saw Bomi standing at the counter to place her order. Yami quickly snuck up behind her and tried to scare her friend, to no avail.

"You bitch," said Bomi, "you always try to scare me and it never works."

"Well, you know how it is, I like to have a bit of fun. Besides, you were standing there without paying attention to what's going on around you, just like always!" joked Yami.

"Alright, I'll forgive you this time. But next time, you're in trouble! Anyway, we should hurry, Avicii is performing in about 45 minutes and I don't want to miss it!"

"Me too! Let's hurry up. Besides, I'm ready to shake my ass a bit."

"Haha, yeah, you're always shaking your ass. It's a good thing your boyfriend isn't coming. He can't dance anyway."

"Yeah, I know. And he wouldn't let me shake my ass, that's for sure."

They walked toward the gate to enter the event while they caught up on life and love. Bomi had only recently moved back to Korea, and hadn't seen Yami in almost a year.

## Chapter 2

As they passed through the gate they could see thousands of people. A few Korean men approached them almost immediately and offered to give them some stickers and glowing necklaces. They graciously accepted, but quickly left them.

"I really need to find a new boyfriend here," said Bomi, "I haven't had sex in almost six months!"

"Wow, since when you you even like sex? You always said it was gross!"

"Well, my last boyfriend, the Australian changed all that for me. I can't get enough of it now."

"You've finally become a woman, Bomi! I was worried about you all this time. I also haven't had much sex lately, though."

"What are you talking about? You're living together with Chris."

"Well, he's back in New York for business right now. He's been there for two weeks."

"Really, Yami? Two weeks and you're already complaining?"

"Well, it isn't just that. Lately we only have sex about once a week."

"Oh, I thought all Caucasian men were like my ex. He wanted it every day!"

"So did Chris at first. But it's been a few years. Lately, he's a little tired. But, it's still good when he does fuck me."

"Yeah, I know you have a high sex drive. I remember that you were always talking to Jimmy and Sam from Hong Kong, even after you met Chris."

"Don't remind me. I really miss both of them. Sam was really dirty, he loved me to lick his ass hole. And Jimmy was pretty rough, he liked to treat me pretty dirty."

"You sound pretty horny, Yami. You had better be careful! Haha."

"You're right. Well, let's see if we can find a drink and let's get our asses shaking!"

They passed through the crowd and found the bar. It didn't take long for the bartender to pick them out, it was mostly men waiting to buy drinks. They ordered a few vodka sprites and started moving through the crowd towards the stage.

## Chapter 3

About half way through Avicii's set, Yami and Bomi were dancing with each other when a two guys approached. To Yami's secret delight, they were Indian, and she felt her pussy immediately get a little wet.

"Hi there, I'm Ram!"

"Oh, I'm Yami."

"You're pretty, are you here alone?"

Yami was pretty, she was tall for a Korean and had an athletic body. She was a little conscious of her small tits, but many men told her they were nice.

"I'm here with my sister, Bomi," she lied. "But I guess she is talking to your friend anyway."

"Yes, we're here on business. We work for Samsung in New Delhi."

"Oh, Samsung, wow! Have you been here long?"

"Just long enough to learn about this party! I love Avicii, and house music in general."

"Oh, me too! Avicii is my favorite!"

"So, shall we dance?"

"Yes, Ram, I suppose a little dancing couldn't be too harmful!"

They started dancing as the music pulsed, and Yami could feel her wetness soaking her panties. She had worn something sexy that evening, a black thong and a pushup bra to bring her small b-cup tits together. She secretly liked the attention that she sometimes received, although most of the time her friend Bomi received most of the attention, as she was very petite and filled the stereotype of a cute Asian girl very well.

She decided that it was okay to have a little fun this evening, but she wouldn't take things to far. A little dancing and perhaps a bit of touching and grinding would be fine, and Chris would never know anyway.

Ram had continued to bring drinks, and in addition to her wetness she was starting to feel a little buzzed. Ram seemed to sense this, and he dancing was getting more aggressive with the moment. She had a nice ass, for a Korean girl, and Ram started to explore it with his hands. She thought about protesting at first, but she was so horny that she decided she needed something to masturbate about when she left for the evening. She was already thinking about how to do that, since she planned to get a motel room with Bomi and it would be awkward. Maybe she could do it in the shower, she thought.

As Ram's hands explored her firm ass, she started to grind against his hardening cock. Her experience had been that most Indian men were hung only slight larger than Korean men. Average, but she had never been with a particularly large Korean or Indian man. Her boyfriend was her first Caucasian boyfriend, and he was only about 5 inches, although thicker than average. The first time they had sex it was difficult to accommodate his girth, but she enjoyed it and could not easily accommodate him.

As his cock hardened, she noticed that it was noticeably larger than any man she had been with. Her mind started racing, she wondered what it would taste like in her mouth and even more importantly, what it would feel like inside her pussy.

She decided that she better calm down, or else she worried that she might do something she would later regret. She excused herself to the ladies room, and took her friend Bomi with her.

"I saw you dancing with Ram, Yami. You looked like you were enjoying it."

"Yes, very much. I admit, I'm so horny. And, I felt him while grinding, I want to taste it."

"Wow, you're still the little slut you always were, haha!"

"You know it, Bomi. If I leave with him, will you cover for me in case if Chris ever asks about this evening?"

"Well, I've covered for you all this time while you were talking up your friends in Hong Kong. So, why not?"

"Thanks, Bomi! You're a good friend. But I'm not sure if I will leave with him just yet."

## Chapter 4

They walked back to where they left their friends, and to Yami's disappointment they didn't see them. She could feel pangs of regret as she thought about the bulge she had been grinding on just minutes earlier.

To her relief, a few moments later their new friends returned with another round of drinks. Yami decided that it was time to start dancing again.

As Ram began dancing with her, he moved in for a kiss. She reciprocated, and brought his tongue into her mouth. She had always been a passionate kisser, and tonight was no exception.

She felt Ram's hands starting to explore the line of her short skirt, and slowly move between her thighs. He felt her wetness as he started to tease her labia through the thong.

Yami returned the favor by rubbing the front of Ram's pants, and to her delight discovering that his belt was lose enough to allow her hand to slip inside.

As she reached for his already hard cock, she realized that it must be at least two or three inches larger than her boyfriend's cock, and a fair amount thicker too. She also realized he had a foreskin, something she wasn't particularly fond of when giving blow jobs.

Ram has began to finger fuck her, and she was starting to get conscious of the crowd around them. She removed her hand and whispered in his ear that it was time to go.

Ram gladly followed as they walked towards the exit. Yami had noticed a love motel next to the entrance when they arrived, and she knew precisely where they were heading.

They approached the desk of the love motel hastily and asked for a room for three hours, a standard arrangement in such a place in Seoul. The wait for the elevator seemed interminable, but it finally came and they selected the eighth floor.

While the elevator slowly ascended they Yami already started undoing Ram's pants, she was greedily awaiting the sight of his beautiful brown cock for the first time. She thought about how much more of a man Ram was almost certain to prove to be than her boyfriend.

The elevator arrived and luckily there was nobody in the hallway, as Ram's pants were unzipped and his cock was straining out, still contained by his boxers.

## Chapter 5

They entered the room quickly and locked the door. That's when Ram surprised Yami by slapping her face, just hard enough to give her the pleasure she so yearned for from a lover.

"You're a little slut, aren't you?"

"Sir, I'm going to be your little slut for the night!"

"For the night? I'll own you forever. I'm sure you've got some limp dick boyfriend, but whenever I'm in town you're going to be servicing your Indian master."

"Yes."

"Yes, what? Slut!"

"Yes, SIR."

With that he tore her shirt off and was rewarded with a view of her tiny tits. He instructed his little slut to remove her bra, and she immediately complied.

He decided to order her to remove the rest of her clothes, and as she complied he removed his shirt and pants. Yami was mesmerized by the sight of his massive cock straining against the material of his boxers.

"Get on your knees, bitch. Serve your new master."

"Yes, Sir."

She knelt, naked and exposed, in front of Ram. She pulled down his boxers and removed them, and was greeted with the sight of his cock. At least eight inches long, she though, maybe even nine. And, quite a lot thicker than her boyfriend.

"Don't be stupid, take it in your mouth! I know you want it."

"But Sir, I don't like sucking cock with foreskin."

"I don't give a shit what you like, take it!"

She obeyed, and took his cock into her mouth. She reviled with the taste, but after a few moments she started to enjoy it. Much to her surprise, he let out pre-cum as she sucked. She had seen it in porn movies, but never really experienced this herself. The pre-cum started to drip down her chin as she continued to suck him greedily.

"Oh, fuck. That's good. I heard that Korean's are really natural sluts, but I had no idea it was true."

Yami continued to suck until Ram pulled her mouth off of his cock and pulled her to her feet by her hair. He turned her around and spanked her ass hard, before jumping on the bed. He instructed her to lick his ass hole, and she eagerly agreed.

Yami couldn't help but think about Sam, it had been a long time since she licked an ass hole. Chris didn't really like it, but it was one of her favorite things to do.

After a few minutes, Ram instructed her to get on her back and spread her legs. She did so immediately, but suddenly became afraid.

"Ram, please use a condom."

"Haha, bitch. I don't use condoms on my sluts."

"Please, Ram."

"Shut the fuck up," he hissed, while covering her mouth with his hand. She gasped for air and when he uncovered her mouth he barked, "That should teach you to obey, bitch."

While rough, Yami secretly loved the treatment. She knew she was a slut, and she was happy to play her role in life.

She spread her legs willingly, and Ram started to rub the already lubricated head of his cock on her soaking pussy. As he entered her, she started to scream, like you would hear in a Japanese porn. This was a common thing for her, but for the first time in her life the sounds came not from her desire to play the role of the demure and submissive girl, but instead from the sheer force tearing at her tight Asian cunt.

Ram started fucking her mercilessly while she continued to let out whimpers. After a few minutes he pulled out and instructed her to get on her hands and knees, just like the bitch she was.

As he entered her from behind, she could feel the intense pangs of an orgasm coming on. She had never before had an orgasm from penetration, and she was shocked to be having her first.

"Ohhhhhh, yes! God, you big fucking man. Fuck me, I'm going to cum, yessss!"

Her orgasm forced her pussy walls to clamp down on Ram's cock, sending a shudder through his body. He could feel his own orgasm coming on.

"Oh fuck, bitch, you're going to make me cum!"

"Oh, not inside me!"

"Shut up, bitch! You'll take it wherever I want to put it!"

He slapped her ass so hard she let out a cry, but it immediately caused her to begin to feel the next orgasm building. As Ram continued to pump hard, the feeling of his huge balls slapping against her clit was too much.

She began to cum at the same time as Ram. She could feel jet after jet of his potent cum swelling inside her tiny Korean pussy.

After he had finished, he ordered her on her back.

"Scoop out my cum with your fingers, whore."

She complied, although she hated putting her fingers inside her pussy.

"Now, honor my by eating it you chinky eyed slut!"

She secretly loved the slur, and could feel a now familiar tingle in her pussy. She started to eat his cum, and almost gagged at the taste of it.

After she had eaten a few scoops, Ram noticed her whimper as she was scooping out the last of the cum.

"Finger fuck yourself you little cunt."

She started, and within seconds she felt the next wave of orgasm course through her body.

Ram laughed, amazed at what a slut she had turned out to be. He looked at his watch and realized that he needed to go, it was already very late and he had promised to meet a girl that he has been talking to from Craigslist.

"Give me your email address, I'll tell you when to come back her to service me."

Yami complied, giving him her real email address. At least, the real email address she secretly used to chat with men from time to time.

As Ram got dressed and was about to leave, he spit in her mouth.

"I own you, Yami."

"Yes, Sir. You're more of a man than my wimpy little boyfriend ever will be."

"That's good to hear. I suppose he is Korean?"

"No, he is White."

"Wow, now you know the truth. Brown men really are stronger."

Ram felt satisfied that his former colonial masters were now being dominated, at least one of them was.

He turned and walked out the door, taking one last moment to admire the naked and ruined slut he left behind on the bed.

"I'll see you again in a few weeks, Yami."