It felt weird, stressful, and anxious, to know that I am going to become old, knowing that I have never had children and that I was not going to be getting married anytime soon. I used to not think about sex at all, but for some strange reason, ever since I hit the age of 30, I have been thinking about sex non stop. I ached for the feeling of a cock inside me, punishing me, hurting me …
I need a cock inside me almost everyday. The various men I have been seeing are not always available. They have their lives, their jobs, and sometimes their wives and families, so I had to remain in contact with over dozens of different men. I tell my parents that I have to work overtime when in fact I went to the various different men’s apartments to suck their cocks.
My mind is a mess right now. I can’t even think straight as I type those words. Even though I work in a bank and I make 100k a year, I still live with my parents. I have never had a boyfriend. But I am not a virgin. This is the sad reality of being an asian girl.
I have had sex with only white men, to make no mistake about it. Some of them are wealthy bankers, some are professors, and some are doctors and engineers. I choose my partner very carefully, but none has been able to connect with me romantically.
I hate my life so much. I don’t know how long I can keep it this way. I want to cry but my eyes are dry. Sometimes I feel I might go crazy.
I hate my dad so much. He is a typical asian man, patriarchal, effeminate, and just plain stupid. Everyday he plays with his phone and watches Asian movies and listen to Asian music. I hate him so much. He ruined my life.
I need a white man to save me. I need a white man to destroy me. I need a white man to put this little chink whore in her place. My life can’t go on like this.
This all happened a long time ago, I don’t live in China anymore. I went super deep down memory lane and wrote a lot, hopefully it isn’t boring. I included headings for the juicy bits if you don’t care about my life story.
I was born and raised in a small Chinese village in the countryside. I had a conservative upbringing, I didn’t lose my virginity until 18 when I was in high school to my first long-term boyfriend. My parents were typical strict rural Chinese parents, they were big on discipline and drilled the “education is everything” mentality into me and that’s how I viewed the world. I wanted to get the best grades and learn English fluently so I could get into the best college so I could get a good paying job. And maybe if I was lucky I would settle down with a nice guy and start a family.
After graduating high school I got into the best university in the country, in Beijing. I got into my second relationship for almost the entire duration of college before we broke up. I graduated at 22 with a great degree, a body count of 2 and an internship lined up at an international bank in Beijing. I had a new sense of sexual confidence from working out and eating right for the past 4 years in college (hello abs and big butt) but being newly single I didn’t have an outlet for my horniness. I did something very naughty by my standards: I bought a vibrator and a dildo. I had always been taught since I was a kid that masturbation was something that only immature boys do, and ”girls shouldn’t masturbate”, so this was kinda a big deal for me.
Aside from being horny most of the time and masturbating often for the first time ever, I was also curious about sleeping with a non-Asian guy. Both of my exes were Chinese. The difference between rural China and the big cities like Beijing is that there are no foreigners in the countryside. We only ever saw white people on TV. Throughout college in Beijing I had secretly found a lot of the foreign students attractive, but of course I had a boyfriend then so I never did anything about it.
The internship went great, I got the job. About 2 months into the job I had a water cooler moment with a white guy I had never met before. There were foreigners on my team but he wasn’t one of them. Turned out he was a new guy who had just arrived from the US a week ago. I would later learn that he was in his late 30s, but he didn’t look his age. I can’t remember exactly how, but we ended up talking about food and what we cooked for dinner, and I offered to go on a grocery shopping trip with him after work and he took me up on it.
We went to the store and we bought a bunch of ingredients. I was telling him how to prepare some of my favorite dishes and he told me he was going to forget everything and it would be easier if I showed him how to make it in person. What the heck, let’s just see where this goes. So we went to his apartment and surprise, he had two flatmates, both white guys. I was apprehensive but they stayed in their rooms and never bothered us. The meal tasted great (obviously, because I was the one who cooked it hehe) and we drank a few glasses of wine on the couch sitting next to each other chatting. As I got drunker and drunker I found myself giggling more at his jokes.
JUICY BIT 1
You can probably tell where this is going so I won’t drag it out any longer. We ended up making out on the couch. I remember his lips, hands and tongue were roaming around my body exploring me, exuding a sense of control I had never experienced from my exes. He had unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my skirt and was about to eat me out when I suddenly remembered his flatmates.
“Shouldn’t we go into your room?” I whispered.
He carried me into his room and set me down on his bed. He began to expertly explore my pussy with his tongue and fingers. I’ll never forget how it felt. After years of subpar oral from inexperienced boys my age, finally here was a man who knew what he was doing. He unzipped his pants to reveal his cock. It wasn’t massive by any means but it was still the biggest one I’d ever seen in person up to that point. Wordlessly and nervously, I sucked him. I had never given blowjobs to my exes very often, only on special occasions like on their birthday. I remember thinking he tasted different to what I had been expecting. More… manly.
He told me to use my tongue more so I did.
He moaned approvingly, which made me feel good, made me want to please him. As I sucked him I found myself enjoying it a lot more than I thought I would.
He put on a condom and started fucking me from behind. I gasped as he fucked me, his size hurt me a little. He gripped my hips and pounded me, much harder than my exes had ever done in the past. I started to moan too loudly so he put me on my back on the bed and put his hand on my throat and lightly squeezed every time I was too loud. I had never, ever been choked before yet I found it so hot. At one point he choked me a little harder than he had before as he buried himself in me and I came hard, my first ever orgasm. I was still processing how amazing that feeling had been when he pulled the condom off and erupted all over my stomach and tits.
This guy was new and exciting. Over the next month he did things to me I had never experienced before, like getting spanked, choked, having my hair pulled and getting my throat fucked (I almost puked the first time I tried it but I love it now, being throat-fucked is my ULTIMATE kink these days). This was a revelation for me. I never thought I would like being degraded like this but I couldn’t get enough of it. He taught me how he liked having his dick sucked and I would practice on my dildo at home when I had free time. When I played with myself I would relive my feelings of ecstasy from how he used my holes. It was less about him as a person and more about the degrading things he did to me that turned me on. We fucked mostly at his place because it was a lot nearer work and it was more convenient to walk a few short minutes there after work than drive all the way back to my place even though I lived alone. I started chatting to his flatmates more after sex and although it was an open secret that he was fucking me, I never talked about it with his flatmates.
We ended up going to a club together one night, the 3 of them, me and 2 of my girl friends in a big group. At the end of the night, my girl friends left, and I went to the guys’ place because I needed that post-club dick (I didn’t tell my friends that was the reason though). I don’t drink often so I was still quite tipsy when we got back to their place, and my workmate and I started making out on the couch in front of his friends. One of them lifted my miniskirt up and started feeling my ass and the other one scolded him for it, saying not to take advantage of me.
I said it was okay.
JUICY BIT 2
One of the two flatmates was a younger guy, his dick was quite average in size. The other was an older, shorter, chubby dude, his dick was at least an inch bigger than the other guys. I’d estimate 7 inches or so, probably more, and it was thick. I remember feeling equal parts amazed and intimidated by it. They spit-roasted me, taking turns fucking my mouth and pussy. They made me so wet when they talked about me in third person, saying things like (paraphrasing) “she’s such a pretty little thing”, “she takes dick so well”, and the one that turned me on the most, “she’s such a filthy Chinese slut”. As you can imagine Chubby’s dick in particular was painful to take. I was moaning so loudly it’s amazing that the neighbors on our floor didn’t hear us through the walls. My makeup was ruined from my tears streaming down my face and drooling spit from sucking sloppy dick. But I loved it. It was thrilling.
Picture me: a hardworking professional, a college graduate, an obedient straight-A student all my life, a good daughter who still regularly sent my parents money and called to check up on them, and I didn’t even dress slutty or flirt with guys. Yet here were 3 foreigners fucking me like I was some cheap whore, like I was just a set of holes to be used, and I was living for it. I took all 3 loads in my pussy. I don’t recall the first guy even asking if he could cum in me, he just did it and the other two took that as a sign that it was fine. There’s very few moments in life where I felt dirtier than when I was covered in sweat on my hands and knees, freshly fucked with 3 loads of hot gooey cum leaking out of me.
I couldn’t tell anyone, not even my friends. They didn’t even know I was fucking the guy from work, so they would have been mortified if I told them I had been in a gangbang. In China, as with some other conservative countries, there’s more of a shame culture than there is in the west so I’ve pretty much never talked to any of my Chinese friends about any of the slutty things I’ve done, I’m an angel in their eyes.
The guys hadn’t worn condoms so I had to get the pill the day after. I ached afterward and I was horrified when a load of the previous night’s cum oozed out of my pussy without warning while I was at work the next day. I had to clean up in the bathroom. But that night awoke a fire in me. Not only did I crave being used, I frequently found myself daydreaming about being gangbanged again. And oh boy did those daydreams became reality…
I have a LOT more stupid slut stories to tell, some involving those 3 guys, some of other guys I had flings with, and also some random slutty encounters. But this has gotten too long so I’ll leave it here for now.
So that’s the story of how I became a gangbang slut 🙂
Since day one of my sexual activity, as a dedicated Asian slut who has only dated white men, I’ve dutifully swallowed all the cum that’s been deposited in my mouth, and licked up and swallowed all the cum that was smeared somewhere else on my body.
This all started, perhaps, because it’s the way I was “taught” to have sex—when I gave my first blowjob, the white guy, who was a farm boy from the mid-west, said something along the line of “Oh yeah baby. Swallow my cum,” when he was about to orgasm. And so I did. I felt impolite to do otherwise. I did the exact same thing the next several times when we got together. And then we started having sex, and whenever he was about to cum, he would, more often than not, pull out, pull off the condom he was wearing, straddle over my face and jack off into my mouth. Sometimes, when some of it dribbled out to the side of my mouth, he would wipe it to my lips and made me swallow that too.
It just seemed like a natural way to clean up.
And so this practice continued over the course of the new few boyfriends I had. At one point in my life I was with a guy (who was half Italian and half-Irish and worked in New York) who especially liked to cum on my face, my tits and so on, and which made it a little more of a process. One night as I was doing cleanup, he told me how much he loved the way I swallowed all his cum, because all his previous Asian girlfriends had wiped it off with a towel or some facial tissue.
He said he was so turned on every time he had sex with me because he knew when it was over I would swallow all his cum.
I guess I didn’t fully realize until then how much of a turn-on this was for guys, so I leaned into it more, and whenever we were making plans to get together I would say stuff like “I really need your cum tonight, can you come over?” or something to that effect, and he loved it.
And I would beg for his cum while he was fucking me and I would say “Thank you!” after I was done swallowing. It became a real turn on for me as well, so I have pretty much kept on with all that for every white guy I’ve been with since.
Now I’m in my early 30s and sometimes when I masturbate, I visualize all the cum I’ve ever swallowed, collected from all the white guys who’ve fucked me, and their cum are in like a big jug sloshing around, and I feel like a completely worthless yellow cum dump because I’m getting off not on images of white guys or their white cocks or being fucked but just of this big pool of semen from all those white guys.
Physically small, weak, slender, hairless, with perky tits and round ass, an Asian woman like me was built to be a little sex doll for a white man to pound and unload his semen into. Even if you’re not an ephebophile by nature, you will find yourself beginning to think like one as you grow to appreciate my supple, soft, neotenic body next to your hairy and well muscled form, and marvel how nice and easy it is to dominate me in bed and toss me around like a rag doll.
Looking into my cute almond eyes adorned on my silly pankcake moon face, you will read my submissive devotion. The alien-ness of my oriental features, the minimalism of that nose bridge, the femininity of those hairless and scentless limbs—you will feel captivated by me, who belong to this race of women that is so unlike you, yet so eager to tease and pleasure you; and you will become tremendously aroused by this set of circumstances, and you will feel like a king. You will be my emperor.
Mentally, I am inexperienced and naive about the world, naive about leading a feminist lifestyle although I may know its tenets. I am also introverted and shy, naturally intelligent yet submissive, eager to please because you will be my first white man and that means a lot to me, and I am overall very self-conscious of my race and its position in the world.
Literally, my frame of reference is a 5’5″ spiky haired asian nerd with a 4 inch penis. I will be so grateful that you are a 5’8″ white guy with a 5 inch penis that I will practically not see any difference between that and porn star proportions, because all I can discern is that you are huge and packing.
I’m accustomed to scrawny family members and asian friends with bowl cuts, so if you play in a sports league with friends you will seem like a thrilling alpha sports star. If you’re 5’10” I will think you’re a muscle man. if you dress reasonably well, I will feel like a village girl invited to be a princess. If you have blonde hair and blue eyes, I will call you Ryan Gosling in front of my Asian friends as my pussy gushes at the aryan ideal.
Over the years I have been trained to differentiate between the asian and white guys, but not so much between different types of white men, so it’s unlikely for me to run off with another white man for trivial or whimsical reasons. As a chinky outsider, I will be naive to many of your personal flaws. I will have lower standards, and I will be unable to parse the social inadequacies that a white girl would easily pick up on. In sum, you have more slack with me than with any girl you have had previously.
Over time, you will notice, that I notice a difference between asian and white races, but, don’t worry, such comparisons will inevitably run in favor of the white race. As the white boyfriend, you will automatically benefit from the broad generalizing racial judgments that result from these frequent outbursts of neurotic self-hatred.
Just to let you know, your sexy asian girlfriend does have a chip on her shoulder and will vent about race a lot.
Realize that this is mostly to impress you. Pat me on the head and remind me that you are the white guy (not the bad guy). It will keep me content, and grateful.
You can get away with doing degrading things to me because although I put up a front like I’m a feminist and sick of white guys with yellow fever, but in reality I love to take abuse because I believe wholeheartedly in white superiority and feel most poignantly the inferiority of my own race.
Remember, my dear white lord, that this is a girl who has been obsessed with being owned and bred by a superior race of men since she was a 70 lb. middle school girl who had just talked to a white boy for the first time in her life.
I’ve shared these fantasies with my asian female friends, and even announced them around asian guys and adults, with the corollary that a full asian baby would be runty and undesirable and below what I know I deserve.
This is a girl who knows what she wants, and what she wants is your penis in order to have your seed, your seed in order to have a half-white baby, and that baby for the eugenics of her line and the purification of her womb.
I admire you more than just as any man, but as the benefactor of my future children, as the ticket to interracial bliss and my acceptance into a higher, white society.
My white king, an Asian woman has been conditioned to love the white man, to be caring and nurturing and supportive of the white man, to make him happy and satisfy his needs no matter what.By dating a white man, she is proudly rejecting her own race, and this is wonderfully good for you.
It eliminates or smooths over usual lines of conflict. Now you have something that binds me to you forever, that transcends petty squabbles and usual couples’ issues. It frames our relationship in a grander context and gives it a special narrative. The narrative is that I am fleeing my oppressive native culture, hounded by hateful asian men who feel entitled to enslave me, and you are my white knight savior who has dedicated his time to making everything right. This legitimatizes your feelings of lust when you’re pounding me in the ass and I’m squealing like a hello kitty toy. This makes you feel bigger and stronger than you normally would when manhandling a petite girl whose utmost desire is to please you. This makes you feel good about yourself, my white god, righteous even, and entitles you to make derisive statements about a group of people that you have long felt to be beneath your kind—asians.
Because you know, you know what it means to save a precious asian girl from that sinister race, and you know how it feels to sweep her up in your strong white arms as she mews appreciatively about your bravado and how different you are from every asian guy she’s met.
My White God, I’m here to indulge you in your asian fantasies and make your penis feel so BIG.
Date an Asian woman, my white king. Life’s too short to live any other way.
During one of her many, and frequent arguments with her wimpish Chinese husband, she wailed and screamed that she would sell one of her kidneys so they would have money and not to live this egregious life of abject poverty and humiliating captivity.
In order to make money, according to her friends, she never refused any customer and often did everything to please them just for some extra cash. And yet, contrary to what the reader might think, she did not receive any gratitude for her hard work; she and her husband frequently bickered, and constantly fought, violently, viciously, and eventually, fatally. In fact, her husband had become involved romantically and sexually with one of her coworkers, another Chinese prostitute, and his justification was that, “Since you are having sex with many strangers every night, what’s with me having sex with one of your coworkers?”
During one of their many, many vicious arguments, she started to lose control and yelled at him with his real name, the name associated with a murder case seven years ago; and, frightened, and losing his own mind, he choked her and did not let go until she stopped breathing. Afterward, in order to cover up his crime, he had cut off her entire face so the police would not be able to recognize her.
The murder that had happened seven years ago was the reason she fell in love with her husband. She was 18 years old at the time, and, due to her beauty, she was harassed by several gangsters. The man who was to become her husband saw what was happening, and decided to get involved. During the ensuing fracas, he used a knife and stabbed one of the gangsters to death.
They fled and, enamored by his heroism, she lost her virginity to him. Together they started a life on the run, using aliases, hiding from broad daylight and only coming out to scavenge for money and food at night. Like rats they lived at the very bottom of the brutal and inhumane Chinese society, frightened, ostracized, estranged from home.
They have a daughter together, and that daughter was sent back to live with her grandparents. Her husband has another son with her coworker, and it was his relationship with her coworker that pushed her to the edge.
She became fiercely jealous of his womanizing, and his betrayal. He became extremely resentful of her being a prostitute. “Your cunt has been used by so many strangers. Your mouth reeks of cum. You cum slut. You cum dump. You disgusting whore.”
She had many opportunities to leave him. She was not a murderer. At most, she was complicit in his crime. And because of her extraordinary beauty, she had been offered to become the wife of many of her customers, and many times, even foreign men from western countries offered to take her out of China, and yet she refused. “So you prefer to live like a sex slave?” They asked her, and she nodded, for love. She only thought of her husband when customers gnarled her breasts with their teeth, and stretched her cunt which once, she promised, only belonged to her husband.
“Many of the foreign men have very large penises. Having sex with them feels like losing my virginity every time.” She complained. “My husband won’t even touch me anymore. He says my vagina is too loose. He only has sex with Feng (her coworker with whom her husband has a son). But I need the money. My husband needs the money. He killed a man for me. My love for him is forever. The only way I will leave him is if he kill me.”
In a study on interracial relationships, researchers David R. Harris and Hiromi Ono found statistical evidence for what most already knows intuitively, that Asian women (primarily of Chinese, Japanese, and Korean descent) are having sex with white men more than with Asian men, in America.
According to the study, at least 45% of sexually active Asian women cohabit with white men, and less than 43% with Asian men, as of the year 2000.
Given that white-male-Asian-female relationship is the most popular and fastest growing interracial coupling in the world and that the study was conducted over 20 years ago, the number of Asian women who cohabit with white men in the current year is very likely to be much higher.
Further evidence that the 45% figure significantly under-estimates the real number comes from the fact that most Asian women who cohabit with Asian guys are likely to be recent immigrants. Due to language barriers, not all Asian women who prefer white men will be able to date white men. Research on dating preferences overwhelmingly supports the claim that a vast majority of Asian women prefer white men.
If the sampling in the study had included only Asian women born in the U.S., the number will be much higher. Other reports show 80 percent of America-born Asian female figure-skaters marry white men, and nearly 100 percent of America-born Asian female politicians marry white men.
Anecdotal evidence, though not scientific, abound in the real world. It’s hard, if nearly impossible, not to encounter white-male-Asian-female couples everywhere one goes. And in some cities, such as New York City, Los Angeles, or Chicago, the number of white-male-Asian-female couples one observes on a daily basis is significantly higher than Asian-male-Asian-female couples.
Over the past 20 years, stigma attached to interracial relationships had been permanently cast into the dustbin of history. East Asian countries, which once embraced some form of pure race ideology, have all but forsaken its shameful past. Many local governments now actively encourage such pairings, through commercials, movies, and television programs. Japan, Korea, Taiwan and Hong Kong, and even China, which is nominally still a Communist country, fully embrace the sexual union between white men of European descent and its local women so much so that it has now been ingrained as part of the pan-Asian culture.