My goal is to become the best cum dump for white men. I have experience serving white men both as a student and as a working professional. I have been trained in oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, and BDSM sex. Through my cumulative skill set, and extensive work experience, I endeavor to seduce every white man and stimulate him to ejaculate into at least one of my three holes.
In addition to my three holes, I’m also capable of pleasuring white men in many other ways: I’m skilled at giving massages, especially foot massages. I have experience giving tongue bath to a white man’s entire body. I’m eager to lick his armpits, feet, ass, and balls when called upon to do so. I also have training in serving as a “yellow meat toilet”. When I was working for a Wall Street firm, I specialized in drinking white men’s urine. In fact, I would like to add that I have drunk as much of white men’s cum as their urine.
I’m fluent in Chinese, Japanese, and English. I have expertise in HTML, Matlab, Java, and Python. I’m an expert in cum swallowing and taking anal penetration bareback.
I went to Johns Hopkins for my undergraduate education, majored in finance. I was on the dean’s list for three years in a row. I completed my M.B.A. from NYU Stern school of business.
I worked as an intern financial analyst associate in New York City. After half a year, I was promoted to financial analyst associate. I then worked as a operating manager at a Fortune 500 company for a year before I went to become the research manager of a Wall Street firm. After two years, I went on to become the senior manager at a hotel group in Shanghai, China.
I had initially enrolled at Stony Brook University after graduating from high school, and after a semester carrying a 4.0 GPA, I transferred to Johns Hopkins University with full scholarship, and I was on the dean’s list for three years in a row.
Being relatively attractive, with my long silky hair and creamy white skin, I have always the center of attention for various Asian boys, Asian boys, because culturally I was proximate with them. I did not find any of them attractive, or even up to my standard. Some of them physically repelled me. They were usually short, average-looking, chauvinistic, or have the personality of a blank piece of paper. Their only redeeming attribute was their intelligence, but once I was at Johns Hopkins, I was immediately disabused of that misconception. The greatest geniuses were almost always, uniformly, and consistently, Caucasian.
I had tried my best to pretend that I was modest, but even I could not hide my contempt and condescension of those worthless creatures.
I remember there was one Asian boy from high school who was particularly infatuated with me. He tried to call me, asked for my whereabouts from other classmates, exactly what he had wanted, I was never exactly sure. And when I rejected him, he threatened to kill my family. My family didn’t call the police and have him arrested only because we pitied him, and also because he had by then already dropped out of college and no one knew where he went. He was not the only one. There was another Chinese guy who told me he wanted to commit suicide if I did not accept him to be his girlfriend.
Those were the melodramatic dramas that I, as a moderately attractive Asian female, had to endure throughout my high school and college career.
While they were still trapped in their own bubble, and brewed in their love-sickness, I have already escaped. I adopted an English name and forgot the me that was just a carry-over of an immature version of me.
It was in my financial mathematics class that I met, for the first time, my first true love, a handsome graduate student from Iowa. He was 6 feet tall, with dark brown hair and a soft spoken voice. By any standard, he was, and I immediately realized this, a much superior man than any of the Asian “men” that I had been accosted to due to my poor culturally ambient environment.
I had thought, up to that point, because of my impoverished experience, that love was impossible, but love, as it turned out, all happened all too naturally. Without any conscious effort, we grew close and slowly—in serendipity—we became romantically involved.
The turning point—no, that’s not the right word, but how else should I phrase it?—the culminating point happened after he told me he was rejected by Princeton for his Ph.D. pursuit, and because he had already finished his master degree at Johns Hopkins, he could no longer work as a teaching assistant, so very soon he would be out of a job. He was pretty depressed during that period, and I didn’t know how to comfort him exactly. At the time we were still friends, albeit very close friends already. And one day, I had an idea, and this was the idea that I had been keeping in the back of my mind for all three years of my undergraduate studies. I didn’t know how I should even approach him for my idea. In order to comfort him, I decided, it was time for me to lose my virginity to him.
Like most Asian girls, I was shy and reserved. I did not have much of a sex education and I only had faint inklings of what sex was like, but I have read romance novels and saw pornographic images online. I knew how a penis was supposed to look like, but I didn’t know what it tasted like, what it smelled like, or how it might have felt like inside my pussy. A penis was like a mythical object to me, and, someday, as I soon would come to realize, I would learn to worship it.
I invited him to my apartment, went into the shower while he sat on the sofa in the living room, and once I was done washing myself, I came out, but I didn’t put my clothes back on. Instead, I walked out naked and sat down in his lap, fully naked, and still pretty wet.
A thought suddenly flashed before me. This naked body of mine was the one that so many Asian boys had sworn to love and cherish and madly and zealously pursued, and now this prize, that was my body, my virginity, was rightfully given to the most deserving one. I was beaming with happiness.
My white boyfriend stiffened and asked me what was going on. I saw his pants move as he was getting hard which turned me on immensely. I put my arms around his neck and I told him that I was going to make him feel better, feel better about everything. He got the hint and start caressing all over my naked body and before I knew it, I was on my knees sucking on his cock, and it was so big, I could barely fit it inside my mouth. I used both of my hands to caress his shaft. Then he pushed me on the floor and fucked me in doggy style for ten minutes until he came inside me. That day, I finally lost my virginity, and I had about a month before I got my bachelor’s degree.
After that day we fucked every day. And after a couple of weeks, I could tell that he was feeling a lot happier. We went out for dinner, movies, walks by the ocean front, and within a month, he said he had gotten a job offer at Google. So, in stead of doing his Ph.D., he would be flying to California and making 100K a year. And to celebrate, we went on a weekend vacation where we went into a hotel and fucked like rabbits for almost two whole days straight. My moaning was so loud that we got a noise complaint.
In May of the same year, I graduated and accepted an internship at a Fortune 500 company. My life was just beginning.
In the meanwhile, so I’ve heard, several of the Asian classmates I knew from high school had done so poorly academically that they were forced to drop out of school. The divide has deepened. We have now officially separated into two worlds. The Asians—mostly Asian men—who failed miserably in life are consigned to the netherworld, the poor underclass. The Asians—mostly Asian women—who succeeded in life are joining the white upper class. I have never been back to high school reunion. There is none. And I have no intention of ever going if there were. Our worlds have categorically disentangled.
My first experience with my first boyfriend had opened a new world to me, and I was obsessed. I had been sexually repressed for all my life due to certain expectations, and now I was free. After working and climbing the corporate ladder for two years, I decided that it was time for me to re-educate myself. I joined Stern School of Business at NYU and learned more about myself by gaining leadership, improving communication skills, and deepening critical thinking which are necessary to navigate me through the complex world of finance, business, and politics.
A brief list of accomplishment I had gained:
Lost my virginity to a white guy and without a condom.
Asked a guy to call me beautiful with his cum still on my face.
Lost my anal virginity.
Slept over with a guy and woke him up with a blow job.
Learned to worship white cock.
Had sex with a man who is 20 years older than me.
In addition to the above list, I had a list of goals that I wanted to accomplish, in order to prove that I can be the best cum dump for white men that there is.
Drink semen from every white man who ever ask me to.
Drink a white man’s urine after he cums inside me.
Get gang banged.
Be whipped to orgasm.
Be suspended from a ceiling and whipped.
Participate in at least one pornographic photoshoot.
I’m proud to say that I have already accomplished nearly half of the goals in the above checklist that I have set for myself, during my graduate study to be the best cum dump for white men.
And I believe, through rigorous training, I had not just obtained a higher degree, which is after all just a piece of paper, but I have also officially graduated from being an innocent, shy, reserved, sexually inexperienced Asian girl to a promiscuous, slutty, libertine, and sexually depraved Asian cum dump.
I’m proud of all my accomplishment and I look forward to continue improving myself and climbing new heights in a more challenging environment.