What it means to be an asian girl?

When the Big White Cock is deep in your throat;

When it’s choking you and you’re gagging for dear life;

When it’s balls-deep and you’re gasping for air;

When he slaps you until your slant chink eyes roll to the back of your head;

When he slams his heavy White Cock on your face and you feel winded;

When you feel like you’ll pass out from the ecstasy and lack of oxygen,

But all you want to do is take more of the White Cock down your throat;

All you want is to please the White Man some more;

To please him and do anything he says.

To be an asian girl is to put White Men first;

To serve White Man and exist for their pleasure. And it’s the best feeling in the world.

* * *

They approached me while I was sitting at the corner of the bar.

It was my first time alone in a bar frequented by westerners and I was a petite asian girl surrounded by all these big, muscular white men who came to China to teach English. It was like being in a dream, but I didn’t dare approach any of them, my submissive asian nature overriding my lustful need for white cock.

I noticed some of them were eyeing me from the bar, but I pretended not to notice. They slowly approached my table and I could hear my heart pounding louder and louder as they got closer.

The man in the red cap with the letters MAGA on it spoke first, “Ni hao ma, girl, come with us.”

His voice was deep and gruff. He did not say it as a request, it was a demand.

“Yes, sir.” I replied in my broken English.

They took me back to their place and took off my clothes. I suddenly felt terrified. I’ve never been with white men before and I wasn’t sure if I’ll be able to take a white cock like the tiny asian dicks I’ve been used to.

They took their clothes off and, for the first time, I saw a white cock in person. Their cocks were huge and meaty, completely different from my asian boyfriend’s thin dick. Hard asian cocks normally just point upwards, but I could see the weight of their thick heavy cocks being pulled down by gravity.

“Something wrong?” The blond guy asked, noticing the fear and awe in my eyes.

“I’ve never been with white men before … I’m not sure if I can handle those.” I meekly answered.

The two white gods laughed. “You don’t have a choice, chink.”

My fear welled up inside me as they turned me around. His cock thrusted up inside my tight asian pussy and I muffled a scream.

At that moment I knew …

I became an asian slut.

An asian slut for white men.

* * *

An Asian girl’s biggest, greatest, and oldest dream is being with a White Man, a man who is superior to asians in every aspect, especially for those asian girls who grow up in western countries, who are exposed to standards of beauty, sex, and masculinity set by white males, and thus making them become fully aware of their own racial inferiority.

The sexual contact with White Men is the holy grail because it allows asian girls to forget all their problems of being born into an inferior race. Needless to say, most asian girls don’t seek asian boys, and much less have sex with asian boys.

For asian boys, watching WMAF porn where a powerful, dominant White Man fucks a petite hyperfeminine asian woman can help them relate to the social-sexual dynamics of the superior race in relation to an inferior race and become more understanding of their asian sisters’ and mothers’ choice to have sex with White Men.

After all, having sex with White Men is a net positive for the asian race, since it allows the inferior race to receive superior white genetics into their bloodline, thus upgrading their own inferior race.

* * *

I was gagging so hard and I couldn’t breathe. His massive cock was more than what I bargained for and I wanted to take a break. I started to pull my head up but his hands suddenly clasped the back of my head.

“What do you think you’re doing, you fucking asian slut? Did I tell you to fucking stop? You don’t get to stop until I tell you to stop.”

I started to struggle as he tried to push my head back down. It was too big and I couldn’t take it.

“Now listen to me you little chink. You’re only made for one thing and that’s serving white men. I don’t care if you fucking choke, you’re going to suck my cock and you’re going to suck it well. Understand?”

His words cowed me into submission and I meekly nodded my head.

As I slowly slid his cock down to the back of my throat, I focused on his big white cock and buried my face in his musky pubes.

I kept repeating my mantra in my head, “I’m an asian whore and I live to serve White Men” as his powerful white cock kept pumping, making me gag, as thin streams of tears flowed down from the corners of my eyes. “I will do anything for White Men,” I said to myself and my belief toughened my will to endure.

* * *

For this is the moment an asian girl is irrevocably turned into a chink:

When the asian girl is penetrated by her first White cock.

Before this moment, all the asian girl had to feed her lust was by watching White men in WMAF porn fucking other asian girls and fantasizing about being fucked by them herself.

She already knew she has a distinct preference for White men, even before she’s had any experience with one. She has never been attracted to asian boys … and always, the lure of a big White Cock fills her with insatiable lust.

She knows she wants to be submissive.

He knows she’s a masochist. Asians only know slaves and tyrants. The concept of equality is foreign to them.

She can recognize the power that White Men represent, but still, she remains curious, at how it’ll feel to be fucked by one.

And finally, she feels it.

The moment that massive, thick, White Cock pushes against her asian cunt, the asian girl knows she is woefully unprepared. It is bigger than anything she could have prepared for. It splits her asian pussy extremely wide and she screams. The White Cock is relentless and no matter how much the asian girl tries to push back against it, the White Cock pushs deeper and deeper into her asian pussy.

And in the midst of the excruciating pain, the asian girl feels a wave of relief overcoming her. She finally feels complete and at peace. To be finally fucked by a real man and realize her true purpose as an asian … the asian has come to terms with being a chink.

* * *

His massive White Cock slowly teased my asian ass and I shuddered.

“You want this don’t you, you little chinese whore? You need a big white cock in your chink pussy just to feel alive,” he said as his cock head brushed against my tight asian asshole.

“Yes sir, please fuck me, I need it.” I replied. I was hungry and desperate to be fucked. I needed a Big White Cock, something that would fill me, destroy me, and make me new; I needed to feel it inside me, fulfilling my purpose as an asian.

“You’ll regret saying that,” he said with a chuckle.

And suddenly he rammed his massive cock inside, every inch sliding past my tight asshole. I screamed. I thought he was going to go easy on me. Most guys I have been with went slow at first, but not him.

“It hurts!!” I pleaded. It felt like my hole was being torn apart by the thick girth of his cock.

“I don’t care chink!” he said as he chuckled again. “I told you, you’d regret it.”

“Please, you’re too big. White cock is too much for me”

He chuckled again. “Chink, I’m only halfway in right now.”

I screamed again as he pinned me down and thrust the remaining inches inside me.

* * *

The chink whore doesn’t know what is coming to her.

She doesn’t realize the magnitude of pain she’ll soon experience.

She has never ran out of tears to cry before, but tonight she will.

She will completely lose her voice from screaming and she will be rendered mute.

She has never felt what it was like to be completely powerless, to be ravaged by a real man and be unable to stop the onslaught of pain and suffering that will rain down upon her.

This is the calm before the storm.

The chink whore playfully teases and begs for it. She flirts with the White Man, eager to experience what it’s like to be fucked by a White Man for the first time.

But soon enough, the asian slut will know.

The storm of the White God shall crash upon her weak, frail chink body;

The White God will take everything from her, and the White God will smite her to redemption;

The White God will break the chink, will make it bleed, and the chink’s cunt will be sawed asunder.

The asian whore has been weighed on the scales with the wrath of the White God and her worth has been found.

This is the judgment of the White God to all asian sluts who are deemed unworthy of being called upon to worship him.

Scream, all that the pathetic asian whore can do now.

Author: jennifer suzuki

I have been a very confused—some might say very conflicted—girl ever since I can remember and I have always lived in a fantasy world of my own making. I was born in Japan, my mother is Chinese and my father is Japanese, and my father's mother or my grandmother was German Dutch, and I came to the United States as a teenager and lived and went to school in Maryland, and worked in New York. I lived in fantasy worlds since I was a teenager and I have always done so, sometimes so deep in my own fantasy I forgot my own identity. I no longer knew who I am. Physically I look more European than asian. My father is of mixed heritage—he has white blond hair, but he also has some distinctly Japanese features. On the other hand my features mostly resembled my grandmother, who was a full blooded European woman. Which was not something that really bothered me. Actually most modern Japanese look very European compared to the rest of asians. My father was a sadist, and my mother, on the other hand, was, in my opinion, a masochist with no self respect. Growing up, seeing my father beating my mother was almost as frequent as having dinner, and when not beating her, she was constantly being humiliated and degraded, like having to serve dinner to him naked on her knees or being tied to an utility pole only in her panties during the winter. At first I believed my mother was a victim, a unfortunate human being in the hands of a cruel evil man, but as I grew older I realized that it was my mother who enjoyed being treated this way. The initial realization made me feel she was a disgusting, perverted, sick person, but as I grew older I began to have the almost identical sexual fantasies that my mother lived and experienced through. I began to think that my mother was the luckiest woman on earth since apparently she had found a man who understood her desires and could give them to her. My dad studied and worked in America before, and during that period he desperately wanted to marry a white woman, and vehemently pursued several white women, but was unsuccessful. At the same time Japanese women were unwilling to marry him. Maybe because just like him they were looking to marry into the white race, or maybe because he had sadistic tendencies. Out of options he settled to look for a Chinese woman. Statistically, marriages between Chinese women and Japanese men have been quite common, and I personally knew quite a few couples just like my mother and father. Even here in America I knew several Chinese women who had Japanese boyfriends and those women were actually quite proud of having superior Japanese men as boyfriends. Japanese in general look much more European compared to other asians and I suspect it was the putative European appearance that attracts other asian women. Of course Japanese are not Europeans, no matter how much we try to become European, just as Jews will never be fully accepted as White Christians. I think Jews and Japanese have a lot in common. We were both persecuted by Europeans, the Jews by Germans, and Japanese by Americans, yet we both come to love our white Masters. Jews weren't officially considered white until very recently, and I think as time progresses eventually Japanese will be categorized as white in the future, though Jews and Japanese will always know that they are still inferior to their Nordic Masters. But as always the Jews will be Masters over the Arabs and the Japanese will be Masters over the rest of Asia. There is no other meaning to life, other than the degree of domination. I had an older sister who looked fully asian, as opposed to me who looked much more European. And ever since childhood I have always known for a fact that I was treated better by everyone else because of my distinctly European appearance. In school classmates would be hesitant to tease me because they always thought my father might be an American or an European man even though they knew my mother was Chinese but somehow they still were afraid of me solely because of my European appearance. The thing was that in Japanese naming system, my mother's last name automatically gets attached to mine, so for example, my name in Japanese would actually be "Suzuki Liu Jennifer", because my mother's maiden name is Liu; this way everyone would instantly know my mother is Chinese. On the other hand my sister was bullied almost everyday by upper classmates because she looked very Chinese. They made fun of her hair and clothes and told her that she looked like a Chinese pig and I had seen boys pulling down her pants and laughing at her for having a "Chinese vagina". I was a very young girl back then and I felt ashamed of having her as a sister so in school I didn't talk to her at all. When I was 12 years old, she committed suicide by hanging herself in her closet. I know this because I was the one who discovered her body. My parents would have never told me about her death if I did not saw her dead body by myself. And ever since her death a dark cloud formed over my head and throughout my teenager years I was constantly harrowed by thoughts of suicide. It was not until I was much older that I learned suicide is infectious and that had been why I was constantly thinking about suicide. The realization made me try not to think too much about death, but no matter how much I try I can never get her image out of my head. Sometimes I feel she still haunts me because I didn't talk to her in school. My parents divorced when I was 14 and I went to live with my mom in China for two years. Contrary to popular beliefs, I had never experienced any form of racism or discrimination against me when I was living in China. Most people assumed that I was an European girl and the aura of being European seemed to make me inapproachable, like the shield of Athena covering me from head to toe. Even when I was in school, when classmates would know my father was Japanese because of my last name, I had never really felt any discrimination, though I did feel they were kind of afraid of me. I had never realized how much being White meant until I was in America: the symbol of power, domination, and superiority that being White implies. Being White is being the entelechy of all that is beautiful, good and righteous. Which is strange because my nationality still is, in actuality, Japanese and as I grew older I started to look more asian. My hair has gotten completely dark and my looks started to resemble my mother's. I used to have very light-colored hair, but I just felt fortunate that I do not look fully asian like my sister was. When I saw this image [of a naked asian woman kneeling next to a black furred dog] in a Japanese SM magazine a few days ago, all of a sudden I remembered seeing my mother in a similar position when I was maybe just 5 or 6 years old. It was not a pleasant experience; it was an extremely scary and traumatic experience, and growing up I heard constant moaning and muffled screams coming from my parents' bedroom. Every evening was a nightmare to fall asleep. But knowing that many asian women were treated the same way as my mother had been treated somehow made me feel better about my own family. At least my parents were not as weird as they seemed, and while growing up I had gradually come to realize that many asian girls have the same masochistic tendencies as I do, but many were just very shy and wouldn't admit their secrets. So it seems there are many masochistic asian women out there who thrives on been humiliated and degraded just like the girl in this image; I don't know why but this image made me feel kind of normal. I have lived in the States for nearly ten years now and I have not talked to my parents, who had divorced, for several years, especially to my mother whom I had some very severe arguments with over the years, especially when she remarried after she went back to China. I was more fond of my father though I haven't really talked to him that much either because he too had remarried. Despite all the mean things I had said about my dad, he was always very gentle with me and never beat me. He beat my sister and my mother but never me and I suspect he was much more gentle with me because of my more European looks. I felt their divorce was a punishment for me, as if they had abandoned me and I never felt comfortable with either of them or their new spouses, whether it be in China or in Japan. My mother's new husband was a very cruel and domineering white man living in China and he never treated me with the same special treatment I received from my dad. And I remember one time when I went out with him people on the street mistook me for his wife and I felt so disgusted I never wanted to go out with him again and then he would yell at me and yell at my mom. I am glad to have gotten out of there. And my dad ... well let's just say I couldn't bear to coexist with his new wife either. The last time we talked was already 3 years ago. This image had brought back so many long forgotten yearnings. I miss my sister and my parents. The memory of my sister and my parents started to fade away, like wavering forms they passed before my clouded sight; their images have become a blur rise about me out of mist and cloud; their faces, and their figures have become shades of phantoms; I wanted to hold you close to me in that blessed fleeting moment when you reappeared to me in my dreams. If only I possessed the strength to draw you near. I wanted to forever remember you—you bear the images of happy days; your airy smiles still stir youthful tremors in my breast—but my memory faltered. It would have been simpler if I were already dead. I would never be seized again by those long forgotten yearnings. I shuddered at those thoughts; and a tear draws other tears. Crying is my only form of release; through crying I am channeled to the solemn and silent world of spirits; crying is my whispered prayer that lingers in a vagrant tone. I have no one to talk to. I live in solitary confinement. I have been driven to madness even though physically I stay put. My life—full of dolor, pain and suffering. Sometimes I wish I could end it. The only reason I continue to live is for otherwise I lack the courage to carry out that final act, to take me beyond and step into the unknown. It is so much better to have been never born at all, or at least to die an immediate death. How sweet and wonderful death would be. My dear Aya, I am so very sorry! A vast space of nothingness in the empty universe fills my heart. Everyday of my life I live in terror because of you. A family dog Growing up, I always felt lonely. My family dog was my only companion. He was a slightly larger than a medium sized dog, with grey and dark fur, and a nozzle that resembled a wolf. He was so cute, so adorable, and he was my only friend. I often played with him in my desperate attempts to communicate with another living being, like Madame Bovary sitting by her fire place in a melancholic longing for escape. I want out!, out of this nonchalant prison of thoughts, out of this cruel alienated society, out of these mind forged manacles whose clanking I hear like looming madness; the marks of domestication on their faces, marks of psychological slavery, marks of intellectual death; they are mere automatons, inanimate objects, so lifeless like straw men, hollow men, stuffed men. I can't bare to look at those miserable beings' faces. In a domesticated dog I see more humanity than the entire humanity. If only my family dog can take me away! And I will elope with him to a happy place, where there is no more sorrow, no more dread, no more cold metallic prison walls of the mind. My family dog was my only friend, and he was my only confidante. To him I entrusted all my deepest secrets. Sometimes I wished I was a dog: no more worries, no more sadness, no more consciousness, no more thoughts, just the need to satisfy my most basic instincts, lying by my owner's feet, worshiping him and completely dependent on him. Sometimes I wish I could have another dog just like the family dog I used to have in Japan. And he will be my husband. I will belong to him. I will be his bitch. I will obey him, crawl under his belly, gently caress his furs with my soft hands, and please him like I would please my husband. And he will be my beast and I will be his beauty. Albeit he will be a gentle beast, always so obedient to me, and yet always so much more aggressive, and animalistic; he will protect me from harm, with his sharp fangs and naturally endowed muscles for chasing down his prey; and yet he will honor me and obey me like a lover would. He will never be jealous, never be angry, as long as he is fed and watered. He will be my best friend.

2 thoughts on “What it means to be an asian girl?”

  1. I am a mid 40’s attractive, VERY well built and muscular single white Dominant Daddy (bodybuilder) who lives in Pennsylvania, USA, and have been unsuccessfully trying to find a young Asian submissive female for some time now. I had found an 18 y/o Chinese sub who had been visiting me for the past 18 months, but now she has decided to move on (apparently), and I am looking to find a new Asian submissive who I can truly fall in love with, and is willing to come and live with me in Pennsylvania. I am a true, lifelong DD, and have been this way my entire life. I have always found Asian females to be (BY FAR), the most sensuous, submissive, erotic and attentive submissives on the planet. White women simply no longer turn me on, and just cannot compare to the small size and erotic nature of Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Vietnamese, or Thai women. If YOU, happen to know of a legitimate place/way/??? for an American Dom to find and marry or at least contact Asian submissives (like YOU), please let me know. AND PLEASE, DO NOT SAY, “you have to go to Asia…..” Duh, I already know that going to Asia to find her, is by far the easiest way, but I simply do not have the financial ability to go to the extreme expense and red tape it would take to bring an Asian bride back the the USA. I am seeking a way to find her ALREADY HERE IN AMERICA. NONE of the bdsm sites are legit. They are ALL full of scammers/spammers/ bullshit profiles, etc……. PLUS all of the dating sites are bullshit, since I can RARELY EVER even get an Asian-American girl in the 18-35 age range to respond back to me. Mostly due to my age. I am desperately seeking a sexy, incredible Asian submissive female 18-35 who WANTS to be loved, adored and owned by a White Daddy Dom, who knows just how to truly love a naughty lil intelligent Asian girl! ANY IDEAS?? SUGESTIONS??

    1. Rick from SoCal. A friendly suggestion for you Eric would be to travel to your nearest large city. There should be a China Town or Asian community and approach with questions on directions or do your magic. A second suggest is to take a college 101/99 class of English as a second language and put your hook out.

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