The Many Faces of an Asian Slut

AWE

The expressions of chinks are quite limited due to their slant eyes and formless faces. Without big eyes and angular features that White Men have, it can be quite difficult to tell what they’re feeling. Well, there are five main expressions that gooks usually have when they’re with a White Cock, and one is AWE.

This is probably the most common facial expression encountered among chinks. They can’t help but show it whenever they have a big white cock in front of their faces. Their tiny chink eyes suddenly bulge wide, ‘cause you know they want to see your big cock in its entirety. Their mouths are agape and they start breathing heavily. They’re completely transfixed and they never take their eyes off your white cock.

A chink in AWE is good reminder for White Men of how superior they really are. Being born with money, wealth, immense height, white skin, and big cocks can sometimes make white men forget how special they are and only when you see an tiny asian slut going completely crazy over your cock that you remember yout status in the world.

When you see them stuck in AWE over your big hard cock is the best time to suddenly strike them hard across the face with your cock to wipe that stupid look off their faces.

PAIN

The expressions of chinks are quite limited due to their slant eyes and formless faces. Without big eyes and angular features that White Men have, it can be quite difficult to tell what they’re feeling. Well there are five main expressions that gooks usually have when they’re with a White Cock, and one is PAIN.

After the awe of seeing your big white cock and the bliss of having it in their mouths, comes the favourite chink expression and that’s their looks of PAIN. After all their fun at sucking and gagging at your cock, it’s time to show them what your cock is truly capable of. These chinks have no idea how much pain they’re in for, how much they’ll have to pay for being a slut, and how much suffering they’ll have to endure.

But you’ll show them. You’ll use all your strength in ramming your massive cock up their cunts. They will scream and cry. They will howl and moan. And you can see their faces just contort in the most hilarious ways. They will beg for mercy. Their tiny eyes are wincing and their noses are scrunched up. And you will fuck them harder and harder until their facial muscles are tired and aching. Until their looks of PAIN are permanently stuck on their numb, sobbing faces.

SHAME

The expressions of chinks are quite limited due to their slant eyes and formless faces. Without big eyes and angular features that White Men have, it can be quite difficult to tell what they’re feeling. Well there are five main expressions that gooks usually have when they’re with a White Cock, and one is SHAME.

After the awe, bliss, and pain they’ve endured, you can see it after they hungrily suck your big white cock. You’re getting close to cumming and the chink is sucking you off so well. You say you’re close and you notice the slut starting to pull away to avoid the cum hitting her, but you’re not having any of that. You hold her head down and you blow your load all over her face. She tries to struggle and winces as the cum covers her eyes, nose, and mouth.

She sits up and you look at her. You think to yourself,“Man, what a fucking whore. Look at her cum-covered face.” You’re pleased with yourself and smirk. And you see the SHAME all over the chink’s face. How she just sits there in shock as the cum slowly drips down her mouth and face. How she remembers that you didn’t give her a choice and used her like a cum-rag. How you called her all those slurs ‘cause you knew you’d get away with it. She’s ashamed of being an inferior asian. She’ll go home and hate herself… but you know she’ll be back for more White Cock.

SHAME. It’s more common in beginner chinks … when they’re still struggling with their inferiority. Eventually you’ll see it less and less, but it’s always a delight to see it on a young virgin asian that’s just been subjected to her first racial abuse.

RESIGNATION

The expressions of chinks are quite limited due to their slant eyes and formless faces. Without big eyes and angular features that White Men have, it can be quite difficult to tell what they’re feeling. Well, there are five main expressions that gooks usually have when they’re with a White Cock, and one is RESIGNATION.

This is the most subtle of chink expressions. It’s the only expression that you don’t normally see after their first time with a White Man. Sometimes, it takes longer for you to see this, but all chinks eventually show this expression.

After all the abuse and slurs they’ve endured, after all their awe and bliss at experiencing white cock, after all the pain and shame they suffer just for white cock, after all the self-loathing and telling themselves they’ll never go for White Men again, after all their failed resolve as they come back after a week and beg you to fuck them, you’ll finally see it in their eyes. That quick look of RESIGNATION. It’s a flitting moment, but it’s the most profound of all the expressions. It’s their RESIGNATION to being an asian slut. That they have finally accepted being a chink and that they’re obsessed with White Men. They have resigned to their inferiority and know they are meant to be fucked and abused by superior men. They have resigned to the fact that they’ll never be anything else but a slut, and no one can ever fulfil their lust other than White Men.

It’s a vacant look. The knowledge that the rest of their lives will be defined by their inability to achieve contentment by themselves. That White Men hold the key to their personal happiness with their big cocks. That they will have to do whatever it takes to get fucked by a White Man and hope they please them well enough to be fucked regularly.

AWE, BLISS, PAIN, SHAME… it’s all a journey to RESIGNATION.

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.

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