Ever since I was fucked by my first white man, I’ve always been desperate for white cock for. This obsession has been with me as long as I have lived. Never had I tasted a delicacy as amazing as a white cock. Its shape, its color, its girth, size, and smell and taste are all so mesmerizing. Especially its taste, which has been revolutionary to my palate.

The mere sight of a white cock is a feast for my Asian slut eyes. And the flavor of white cock is kaleidoscopic; it is mild and strong, and mysterious and wild, and yet plain and unobtrusive.

Whatever status I may have had in the polite society, in the presence of a white man I am always reduced to a worthless slut and my mission is to gulp down every droppings and every nectar from white cock, being it its precum, its juicy smega, or the white god’s cum and piss, as my lips sputtered and suckered with obscene noises while I suckered and licked in an obsequiously submissive manner, like a ravenous animal. I feast. I famish. I starve. I glutton. I’m a yellow cum dump for white cock. I’m put on exhibition for all the white men to laugh at. I revel and I submit.

Ever since that first white cock, I silently vowed that I would forever be worshiping white cock with my mouth, my pussy, my ass, my tits, my legs, my entire body, my soul, my spirit, my safety, my future, my genes, my being, for the rest of my life.

And I would wander the earth, from the United States to Australia, from coldest northern edge of Europe in Denmark and Norway to Southern Italy and Spain, seeking out one white cock after another, in search for the ideal. 20 years later, my hunger has yet to be satiated. In fact, it has worsened, and my quest, my adventure continues. 

Every time I rub my pussy, I think about white cock filling me up and taking advantage of my yellow set of holes. I whisper his name when I cum and I imagine his big hard white body on top of me. I love being a free use slut for white men. I just want white men to smack my titties around and fuck me hard enough that he leaves me leave sore for days and weeks. Maybe share me with his friends if he wants. And he would show all his superior Aryan friends just how to fuck an inferior Asian slut like me. 

Those dreamlike, hallucinating sessions would forever remain printed upon my memory in such a way that even as I face death and mortal danger, I could still not see the folly of my infatuation. For the mystery of white cock reveals to me the infinite wisdom of the fabulous nightmarish universe, and it gradually has morphed into the meaning of my existence.