A chink’s life

A chink’s ultimate goal in life is to be fully owned by a White Man. Not just in sex. But to have her whole life and decisions dictated by the White Man. Nothing feels better for a chink than to surrender all control, all desires, all needs, all independence; just obey and serve a White Man.

Once you feel that collar around your neck and you hear the latch click. Once he puts the cuffs on your wrists and the chains on your feet. Once you see Him throw the key drown the drain. Then you know, you can serve with dedicated purpose for the rest of your life.

You wake up in the morning in your cage. Shackled and blindfolded. Your body clock has adjusted to your Master’s daily rituals and you know he’s waking up. You hear him stirring in his bed. You know he’ll be hard and horny. He gets up and you hear the footsteps coming closer. He opens your cage, he doesn’t need to lock it cause he knows you’ll never run away.

He takes your blindfolds and shackles off. The keys to your shackles are inside the cage but you never touch them. He looks at you and you remain silent. You learned the hard way that one time you spoke without being spoken to. He looks angry, like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. You brace yourself for a rough morning.

He grabs your collar and yanks you from the cage. He drags you across the floor as the collar chokes you. You gag and cry as you hold on to the collar while trying to gasp for air. In one swift motion, he pulls your thin 100-pound body in the air with his massive arm and hurls you onto the bed. You land hard and get winded.

In a second, he’s on top of you and pinning you down. You know he won’t use lube this morning. He ravages your cunt and asshole and fucks you dry. You scream and cry but you take it. He’s in a bad mood and the tiniest bit of resistance would mean being locked in your cage for days on end.

He fucks you hard, grunts loudly, and cums inside you. He spits in your face. He drags you by your collar again and puts you back in your cage. He puts your blindfold back on and shackles your wrists once again.

He speaks. “No food for you today. I want your asshole perfectly clean tonight.”

You nod as your stomach rumbles in hunger.

Good chink,” he says.

You smile.

the diary of a white-cock-worshipping asian slut

His strong arms pinned my legs down before I could react. I was folded up, as if I was a toy to be played with. I looked even tinier than I normally was, and I was already especially tiny for an asian.

I always wondered why asian people are smaller than white people in general, like how asian boys are much shorter and small than white boys, and not just with penis size, but with asian girls we are even tinier. It’s as if asians naturally have smaller frames since we are destined to be used and subjugated by the bigger white men … the hierarchy of race, I guess.

His arms were wrapped around my legs and I was completely immobile. I knew resistance would be futile and I just steeled myself for the pain that was about to come.

“You ready chink?” he said, the lust and anticipation in his voice clearly evident.

“Yes Sir!” I lied. One could never be ready for a white cock … tiny asian bodies were never built to handle the size of a white cock, but our asian minds make us hunger for it, so we brave the pain just to be able to serve.

His cock went inside me faster than I anticipated and a jolt of pain surged from my pussy and throughout my body. It hurt. it felt like someone was punching me inside.

“That’s it … you’re gonna take it whore!” he said as he started pounding me harder.

Before I could stop myself, I started to sob. The pain was unbearable and with his every thrust, I left out a feline cry.

“Shut up bitch. I told you if you make a noise, I’m going to fuck you harder” he said as his thrust went deeper and faster. The pain became intolerable.

I had to stifle my sobs. I didn’t want a repeat of last time when my sobs were uncontrollable and he just ravaged me until the pain made me black out.

“That’s it chink, you’re a good chink.” he said as he slowed down again. I was relieved as the pain became manageable again. I was sure he would punish me for that sob I accidentally left out.

He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, “But I explicitly told you before … not one single sob ever again. You let out a sob again today, and now you will be punished.”

My eyes darted in fear as I started to plead, “No … no sir … please I’m sorry … no!”

His arms held my legs tighter as he fucked me harder and stronger than ever before.

The last thing I remember were my sobs coming back before I passed out.

When a Shanghai girl meets an Aussie boy …

当上海女孩遇见澳洲男孩。。。

I was on a working holiday in a small farming town in the middle of the Australian Outback …

I was born and raised in Shanghai and I consider myself to be an urbane, well-educated, modern Chinese woman of upperclass bringing, but I was excited for some adventure. Australia always allured me with photos of its culture, its European heritage, its marvelous architecture, its natural beauty, and most importantly of all, men, European men who were once criminals, destined to perish in cold, damp, solitary prisons but were set free in the wilderness of Australia and overcame all obstacles to survive, and not only survive, but to have built this once savage nation into a country on par with their ancestors, Europe.

White European Men, descendants of Charlemagne, who seemed to be the epitome of masculinity with their tall, tanned, and muscular bodies. It was a dream come true to finally travel to Australia.

I found a small idyllic farm, like the one described in Flaubert’s novel Madame Bovary, its rugged western scenes like it were in Thomas Hardy’s The Return of the Native, which my professor taught to me in my English literature classes at Fudan University. The farmer was an old, wrinkled white man but from his features I could tell, in his younger years, if he wished, he could have had any Chinese woman he wanted. He was quiet, rarely talking to me aside from telling me what to do on the farm.

Every day I would voluntarily go out to the field and help out in any way I can, as a good Asian guest, and everyday I saw his son. His son was perfect and attractive and I was smitten. He usually tended the field without his shirt on and I could see his muscles rippling as he operated the tractor.

He never spoke to me and I wasn’t sure if he caught me staring. He never as much gave me a glance. Every night when I went back to my bed in the barn, I would think about him, imagining what it would be like to kneel in front of him and suck his white cock.

On one hot summer day, the work at the farm was especially grueling and his aryan son was working hard in the fields. I couldn’t stop staring at his physique and I was so enamored by looking at him. I would have stayed there the whole day staring at him but the heat was unbearable. I decided to head back to the barn and take a nap.

My eyes slowly fluttered open as I heard a deep voice awakening me from my nap.

“Oi, chink.”

I looked up and there he was. Sitting in front of me with his shirt off and his pants down. He had a cigarette and he was flexing his huge arms. His massive thighs were like tree trunks and they were spread wide to reveal his hard white cock … his cock was even bigger than what I imagined. It was thick and veiny, and erect like a tower. His huge balls hung low at my eye level.

I slowly stared up at him and I was speechless.

“Yah think I didn’t notice ye looking at me? That’s right, I know yer a slut for white cock. Yah want some of this Aussie cock I reckon. Fuckin rice cooker. Come on, I know yer kind, you better suck this cock good, and don’t you dare walk away while you are sucking me off, chink I’m going to bloody fuck you like the fuckin cunt that yah are and I’ll blow heaps of cum right inside. Now get started.”

I nodded silently, knelt in front of him, wrapped my lips around his enormous Aussie cock, and began …

The feeling of a White Cock in your Asian pussy …

The feeling of a Big White Cock sliding in your asian pussy is absolutely amazing.

To feel every inch going deeper and deeper is simply not possible with an asian guy’s cock. White cocks have that length and girth to completely fill up a tight asian hole. To stretch it wide until it is left gaping wide enough for a White Man to just easily withdraw and ram his cock back in. Only White cock is long enough to completely penetrate deep in an asian hole and hit the spot.

And ultimately, it is the thought of having White meat sliding in your asian pussy that just turns you on the most. To know that a REAL man is using you is better than any feeling his cock can give.

Just listen to your moans and whimpers when you get fucked by a White Man. When it’s an asian guy, your moans are perfunctory and fake, like acting out a scene in a porno. But when it’s a White Man fucking you, your moans come from deep within. It’s a guttural high-pitched sound that you cannot control. It naturally comes out once he slides into you.

It is the moan of true pleasure.

It is the language of being Asian.

I put the Big White Cock in my mouth and close my eyes …

I am not worthy to see what a real man looks like.

Memories of my childhood come rushing back to me. Of how I’ve always looked at White Men and wished I could be around them. Of seeing the white boys among my classmates going through puberty, seeing them grow tall and muscular, seeing their chest hair underneath the collar of their shirts … seeing them grow from boys into men, White Men, seeing how big a White Cock really was the first time I got fucked. … Of realizing as an asian girl living in America, I was destined to be their whore.

I hold on to His shaft. It’s thick and I grasp it in my tiny hand. It reminds me of the broom handle at home that I use to sweep the floor with as my father watched Asian soap opera on the television in the living room.

I smell the scent of His musky pubes. His pheromones linger in my nostrils and I think of the sweaty white athletes in my high school. How they all smelled of grown men while they were just teenagers.

I taste his pre-cum as I slid my lips further down his hard cock. It was thick and I can taste the bittersweet flavor. It reminds me of the bland congee my mother made for me growing up.

He calls me “chink”. And I’m reminded of all the white men I’ve met in my life. My teachers, my professors, my superiors at work, my supervisor, my thesis advisor, my boyfriends, my hook ups … all the White Men that have revealed to me my own inferiority as a white-owned asian slut.

Finally … I open my eyes. I look up to Him. My Master, my King, my God, my reason for existence. I see every inch of his thick cock extending from my lips all the way to his blonde bush. I raise my eyes, past his treasure trail and hairy chest, up to his thick neck and rough beard, and finally meet his blue eyes.

I lose myself in those deep blue eyes. Like an ocean threatening to drown me in my powerless position. Twin tidal waves making me gag and lose my breath. I am a chink lost at sea, and the White Man is my lifesaver and weight, lifting me up with his powerful hip and pulling me further down with his muscular hands, marking with his urine over his property, handing my life over to Him as an asian bitch for White Men.

Sooner or later, White Men must learn: not all races are created equal

When the founding fathers of the white gods that created white civilization gave white men such invaluable assets such as human rights, equality, freedom, etc., they only meant for those things to be applied to other white men. Human rights should only be applied to white people, and not to inferior races of nonhumans. Freedom only meant that white men should be free, not that white men should go around doling out freedom to natural slaves.

Races are as genetically different as species.

Whereas some races are barbaric savages that should be catapulted into space or cloistered to Africa, or otherwise quarantined, some other more feminine and docile races, such as Asians, who are beautiful with light skin, highly intelligent, exquisitely delicate and extremely submissive, should be kept as pets for white owners. Asian females are considered very pretty and know how to worship white men and so should be used as concubines or sex slaves for white men’s sexual entertainment, whereas Asian males, if they are effeminate and docile like girls, should be shot full of estrogen and be turned into sexy shemales, but if they are rebellious, should be fully castrated and serve as enunchs. They will be happy that they are spared and be allowed to live, because white men are merciful and full of the milk of human kindness.