TRUE STORY DOCUMENTARY

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 🙂

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.