How an innocent straight-A student from rural China ended up becoming a gangbang slut for white cock.
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 🙂
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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