I’m a 21 year old Asian girl who’s currently studying in Canada.

I had never been interested in white guys before. Maybe if the guy was half Asian and can speak my language, yes, but the whole idea of being with a white guy who does not know anything about my culture seemed too alien to me. All this changed after what happened.

Just a few weeks prior to what I’m about to tell you, I broke up with my boyfriend (he was an Asian guy and we’ve been together since we were in high school). It was a very traumatic experience, and I desperately needed to be with someone. Anyone. For the first time ever, I downloaded hinge and decided to send a “like” a very good looking white guy. He was tall, ruggedly handsome, and his eyes were dreamy and hair was curvy and brown. After I liked his picture, he replied and said he has never been with an Asian girl before and was surprised that I liked his photo. We started chatting more and he said he was just travelling to Canada to visit some relatives. He is originally from France. 

Long story short, I decided to meet with him in his hotel. It was a five star hotel and I put on my most expensive and sexiest outfit.This was the first time I ever did “hook up” and it was totally unlike the normal me. I’ve always been a very shy, timid, and introverted Asian girl and I have always felt intimidated by white guys, and when I was standing in the hotel lobby–I felt so small and vulnerable inside that luxurious, vaunted chamber–I imagined that I must have appeared like a prostitute. Which, honestly, when I think back now, kinda actually turned me on. 

I was shy but I also knew I wanted his dick. His smile disarmed me and we kissed right there in the lobby with people around us. Some short Asian guy even stared at us but I pretended not to notice. He was also touching me, rubbing my arms, then embracing me and rubbing my bare back. I was wearing a backless crop cami top. He did some small talk and I wasn’t exactly sure what he was saying because I was in a daze, and all I could think about was how wonderful it would be to feel his cock inside me, and his soft, French-accented English formed a small unending stream of background music as we walked into the elevator.  

When the elevator arrived at his floor, he swept me off my feet and carried me to his hotel room and we continued to kiss. I gave him my tongue and he sucked on my tongue and I did to his tongue as well. Then I joked, “Is this the standard French kiss?” 

And he burst out laughing. He said “That’s just how French people greet each other in France.” 

When he pulled his cock out of his sweatpants, I noticed his cock was already hard and it made me feel so happy and confident and I couldn’t stop smiling and I had to cover my mouth with my hands because I was so embarrassed. But he pushed my hands away from my mouth and guided them to his cock and I started to touch it and then slowly jerk on it. I told him he was so big and it’s so much bigger than my ex, and he just smirked. He said he wasn’t surprised. 

After that he started to strip me out of my clothes and before you know it, I was naked, lying on his bed, with my bare feet up in the air, my face looking out the giant window which showed the skyscrapers sticking against the blue sky and the white, soft clouds were being pierced by the pointy tips of the skyscrapers like needles on a velvet cushion. He licked my pussy until I was soaking wet and I was moaning and I was begging him to stop. I told him, “Oh my god, I can’t take it anymore. I’m about to cum.” 

I was on the edge of cumming even before he fucked me. Then he got on top of me, with my bare legs and feet still sticking up in the air, and slowly inserted his big white cock into my pussy. 

I grabbed the sheets with my bare bands, rolled them and twisted them and I started moaning loudly, louder than I have ever moaned during sex before. Then he said, he was only half way in, and I replied with “oh my god”.

Then he started to go even deeper. I almost screamed and I tried my best to muffle my mouth, but it was futile. Eventually he was all the way in, and I lost it at that moment. His cock was touching me inside my vagina at places that I never thought was possible. My brain was scattered and I was moaning and groaning and then big drops of tears started to gush out of my eyes.

But he didn’t stop and he flipped me over so I was now on my hands and knees and then, once again, he just only half way in when I felt my whole body weaken and I collapsed into the bed and I said to him, “oh my god, you are too deep.” A sweat was breaking over me my entire body was covered by a sheen of sweat that made me look like it was raining on me and the quilt on the bed was stained with botches of wetness. There were pools of my tears, my sweat, and also my pussy juice which was dripping down along my thighs.

He didn’t stop and he kept going and he asked me if it hurt. I said yes but also it felt good. He said he was getting tired of going slow and that “I’m going to fuck you good. I’m going to fuck you proper for the first time in your life.” Then he started pounding me hard and I was crying and moaning and the white sheet was now also stained with my saliva which was leaking out of my mouth.  

After he came, he brought the used condom to my face and told me to “look what you did”, and he let his cum drip out of his used condom and into my half-opened mouth. I was still crying and as I tasted his cum on my lips, I told him that it was the best sex I ever had, and I smiled with his cum on my lips. 

Ever since then I became addicted to white cocks and I’m proud to call myself a BWC-addicted inferior Asian slut.

The above post is a guest contribution. Opinion expressed and views held are solely the submitter’s and may not be reflective of the Inferior Asian Editor Team.