Ashkey pushed opened the doors to the bar. It was an old fashioned bar and she had to give the doors quite a shove to have them open for her. As they swing inwards, they creak which indicated that the bar was somewhere that was not well maintained.
Stepping through the open doors Ashkey found herself standing on a carpet that was red in color and sticky with a mixture of alcohol and nicotine. It was obvious that no amount of cleaning would bring this carpet back to its original luster.
She walked into the bar with her head held high. She did not want to appear nervous or unfamiliar with her surroundings. Her confidence was fuelled by the fact that she was still angry and pissed off with her husband.
For a moment, she stood and surveyed the bar. The walls were adorned with what appeared to be a yellow color paper but on closer examination, it was clear that the paper was in fact a cream color and stained with years of tobacco smoke.
In one corner, there was an old dance floor that was at this moment occupied by a couple of women dancing to some rock and roll piping out of a jukebox. The actual bar filled about half the room and behind it was a sourly looking barman.
The rest of the bar was taken up with an array of booths. Each of these booths was occupied by groups of men drinking beer and groups of women sipping gently on glasses of Chardonnay.
Ashkey aroused herself from her cursory glance around the bar and was acutely aware of the groups of regulars eyeing her up and wondering what a single woman was doing in a bar like this. Ashkey fought hard to suppress the urge to turn and leave and instead reached into her handbag withdrew a cigarette, lit it, and walked to the bar.
Ashkey looked the bar square in the eye and ordered a bottle of beer. She walked down the bar and as she reached for a stool, she could hear the group of men in the booth commenting about her.
Filled with the anger of her experience with her husband this was what not Ashkey wanted and she felt the need to say something. Instead, she stood in front of the men and after checking that nobody else could see she lifted her skirt.
The men gazed in amazement as they got to stare at her naked pussy and then she surprised them even more. She was lost now in the enjoyment of the show. With her skirted hitched up at the front she walked right into the booth and spoke to the men.
"As you can see I am a single woman who is in this bar for a quiet drink. I know you are a backward bunch of neadrathals but if you want to speak about me do it to my face. I have been fucked off once tonight by a man."
"Now as you can see I have no knickers on. I gave them to a taxi driver as a reward for fucking me before he brought me to this bar. Now boys get your cocks out and I will give you a show. Once I have done that you will leave me alone to enjoy a quiet drink. Do you understand?"
All the men did was murmur to themselves and proceed to take out their cocks. There were four men and Ashkey watched as they fiddled with their pants and then produced four cocks of different lengths and width.
Satisfied that the men were doing as she had told them Ashkey moved her hands down and spread her pussy lips. On her command, all the men began to wank. She then spread her pussy lips, dipped a finger in, and scooped out some of the taxi's driver spunk. Her finger coated she removed the finger and brought it to her mouth. With a look of sheer lust, she stuck the finger in her mouth and licked it clean.
This was too much for one of the men who sighed and shot his load onto his lap. For the next ten minutes, Ashkey teased the men. Wanking her vagina and scooping out spunk. One after another, the men shot their loads until all four sat with wet laps and wilting dicks.
When they were all finished Ashkey just dropped her skirt and walked to the bar. She turned back to the men and gave them a wink before picking up her beer and taking a drink.
She had not cumm herself. This had been about the power that she had over men and the anger and contempt that she felt towards them at this moment. The first beer disappeared down her throat and she signaled for another.
