Category: Meditations on the Power of White Cock

I love white men so much I want to compose songs to show how much I love white men. I want to write poems to praise the power of big white cocks.

The journey of a Chinese girl in search of the kingdom of big white cocks

When I was a little girl in China, my chink pig mother always told me, on the opposite side of the earth, there is a heavenly place, called the kingdom of big white cocks, and all the Chinese girls who are good will come to live in this paradise, and dance to, and sing the praise of, the melody, the glory, and the joy of big white cocks, forever and ever, in perpetual orgasm of love and ecstasy. And whenever I felt sad, dissatisfied with my life, I prayed to the kingdom of big white cocks, and, my chink pig mother said, when I come of age, a big white cock will come and set me free.

Canto I

But midway along the journey of our life, I woke to find myself in some dark dismal woods—not made of trees, but made of peoples, ugly, despicable peoples, with ugly, dark, wry pubes like midnight shrubs burrowing their pathetic, little, yellow, chink dicks; this wood of wilderness, savage, pigheaded, the thought of it brings back all my old tears: a bitter place! Death could scarcely be bitterer than to be surrounded by those disgusting chink dicks—for I had wandered off from the true path to the kingdom of big white cocks.

Surely a good Chinese girl like me deserve better than those small chink dicks. Surely the kingdom of the big white cocks is at hand!

Disoriented and confused, I sat myself in despair, at the foot of chink’s peak hill, at the edge of chink’s barren land, down in the valley of chink sows, and my heart was plunged deep in fear. I raised my head and saw the hilltop shawled in morning rays of light—the glory of big white cocks piercing through the yellow clouds—that will surely lead every good Chinese girl straight ahead on every road, to the kingdom of big white cocks.

Only then did my terror subside in my heart’s lake, which rose to heights of disgust each time I come nearer to the woods of dark-pubed, loser-chink dicks.

I was determined to follow that light, guiding me to the kingdom of big white cocks, but beyond the chink slope sprang up a beast. It was half-man, half-insect. It was a chink male, dressed in human clothes, and everywhere I looked, the beast was there, blocking my way to the kingdom of big white cocks, so time and time again, I was about to run, and go back down.

Just as I saw it approaching toward me, as I was rushing down from the chink’s peak hill, back to that low place of the chinks, my eyes made out another figure coming toward me, of one grown weak, from too much silence, but lo behold! When I saw it standing in this wasteland of the chinks, it cried to me and spoke.

“But why retreat to so much misery, my daughter? Why aren’t you climbing up this joyous mountain of the white gods, the beginning and source of all Chinese women’s bliss?”

“Have pity on my soul, whichever you are, white god or chink, living or dead!”

“I am Amy Tan, the guiding goddess to the kingdom of big white cocks. I am the yellow Athena for Chinese women.”

I bowed my head in modesty as I said: “O light and paragon of all Chinese women, may my long years of suffering, and for that deep love that made me search for big white cocks, help me now! You are my teacher, the first of all my authors, from you alone I learned to come to worship at the altar of white gods, and by your example and exhortation I seek now to find the path to the kingdom of big white cocks. You see that half-man half-insect beast that forced me to retreat; save me from it, I beg you, famous lover of white cocks; it makes me tremble, and makes my blood throb in my veins.”

“But your journey must be down another road,” she answered, when she saw me lost in tears, “If ever you hope to leave this chinkland, and come to the gates to the kingdom of big white cocks. This beast, the one you cry about in fear, allows no Chinese woman to succeed along her path, he is a chink man, dressed up human clothes, and he blocks every way and puts to end every Chinese woman’s hope. He is by nature so perverse and vicious, his craving belly is never satisfied, he devours innocent Chinese women just like you and me and will keep on devouring us until the white god comes and tracks him down to make him die to anguish. And so, I think it best that you follow me, for your own good, and I shall be your guide and lead you out to the kingdom of big white cocks, but along the path you will hear desperate cries, and see tormented shades, some old as the world itself, and know what second death is from their screams. And later you will see those who rejoice while they are burning with lustful desire for they have hope of coming into the kingdom of big white cocks, whenever it may be to join all the blessed Chinese women in white-cocks-paradise. O what a marvelous sight you shall see, the white gods dwelling on high, everywhere he reigns and there he rules, and all the chinks are punished, and all the Chinese women are saved, and happy is she who receives his precious white sperm!

And I to Amy Tan: “Mother of Chinese women, joyous drinker of white cum, I beg of you, in the name of White God, save me from this evil, worse than worst hell, lead me to the place you speak about, that I may see that gate that guards the house of White God.”

Then she moved on, and I moved close behind her.

Canto II

“O Amy Tan, true worshiper of white cocks, come to guide me, but tell me, if you think my worth sufficient before trust me to this arduous road, for I have so often heard from my chink pig mother, the road to the kingdom of big white cocks is full of peril. You wrote about brave Chinese women who went beyond, with sassy looks, smooth skin and beautiful faces, to the immortal realm of the white gods, but before those chink males, fierce adversary of white gods, embodiment of all evilness in the world, were weak, but now they are strong. They are drunk on blood. They will chase me down and devour me.”

But the yellow goddess Amy Tan spoke to me thus: “Chinese women are the chosen vessels of the white gods, and though the kingdom of big white cocks is boundless and all-powerful, you must learn to devour white man’s precious sperm without limit, still hungering for more the more you eat, and you must mate with every white man you see and will go on mating with more, until your body is weak with ecstasy, and exhausted with love. All chink women belong at the feet of white men, sucking their big white cocks and pleasing them with their chink bodies.”

I blushed with shame and ecstasy. I was ashamed of how I must whore myself out to every white man I see, how I must make love with any white cock that gives me the time of day, but then the thought of those superior, big white cocks bubbled to the surface of my being and I was in ecstasy. I know—I must learn to—live for white cocks and I must endure that shame for the ecstasy of being fucked by white men.

“Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we often might win, by fearing to attempt.” The wise chink goddess exhorted, seeing me filled with cowardice. “You are like a frightened beast that shies at its own shadow. To free you from this fear, let me explain, I was among those dead who are suspended when a gentle chink lady summoned me. She was so blessed and beautiful, and her name was Amy Chua—”

“The reigning goddess of interracial WMAF marriage! Yes I know her well. My own chink mother have perused many times her wonderful work Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, on how chink mothers ought to discipline their chink daughters to be the perfect fucktoys for big white cocks, and my only regret is I never applied to Yale!”

With eyes of light more bright than any star, in low soft tones Amy Tan started to address me again, after I have rudely interrupted her, with an angel’s voice: “O noble Amy Chua, courteous chink mother of all chinks, whose fame the world continues to preserve through the sperm of her aryan Jewish master, and will preserve as long as world there is, has exhorted me, that a little chink girl is lost in the woods, so many obstacles have crossed her path. her fright has turned her back, and she fears she may have gone so far astray from the kingdom of big white cocks, and ‘now go, Amy Tan, with your elegance of speech, with whatever may be needed for her freedom, give her your help, and thereby bring me solace, for the fall of a single chink female breaks my heart. I have vowed with my husband to save every single chink woman from the evil tyranny of chink men!’ Do you see now my daughter, though a chink woman like us must stand in fear of those things that truly have the power to do us harm, White God gives us such a nature as through His Grace, that torments we must bear cannot affect us, nor are the fires of hell a threat to us.”

“O Amy Chua, compassionate and stern chink mother, who moved to help me! And you, in all kindness, in obeying quick those words of truth she brought her with you—and the words you spoke have so moved my heart with such desire to continue onward that now I have returned to my first purpose. Let us start, for both our wills, joined now, are one. Amy Tan, you are my guide, you are my teacher.”

These were my words to her and when she moved, I entered on that deep and rugged road, in search of the kingdom of big white cocks.

Canto III

WHITE COCK IS GOD,
WHITE COCK IS KING,

WHITE COCK IS PERFECT, WHITE COCK IS SUPREME.

THROUGH WHITE COCK THE WAY TO ETERNAL BLISS;
THROUGH WHITE COCK THE WAY TO SEXUAL FREEDOM;

ONTO THE POWER OF WHITE GODS, SHE FLOURISHES: HER BATTLE OVER, HER WILL BROKEN, NOW COMES THE ECSTASY OF TOTAL SUBMISSION.

FOR THE KINGDOM OF BIG WHITE COCKS IS CRUEL AND THOSE WHO SEEK TO ENTER IT SHALL BE MADE TO SUFFER FIRST.

Those words were spelled out in somber colors inscribed along the ledge above a gate. Those words made my heart jump to my throat. “Mistress Amy Tan, true lover of white cocks,” I asked, “are we at the gate to the kingdom of big white cocks?”

The experienced white cock lover answered, “Now here you must leave all distrust behind, and let all your cowardice die on this spot. We are at the place where earlier I said you could expect to see the suffering chinks made into slaves for big white cocks.”

Placing her hand on mine, smiling at me in such a way that I was reassured, she led me into those mysteries.

Here sighs and cries of lamentations mixed with moans and groans of female orgasm echoed throughout the starless air; those sounds resounding made me fearful and yet excited me to the core: a language strained in sexual anguish, with cadences of despair, joy, shrill cries of torture and pleasing yelps of pleasure, and raucous feminine moans synchronized to the whipping sounds, raising a whirling storm that turns itself forever through the air of endless black, like grains of sand swirling when a whirlwind blows.

And I, in the midst of all this encircling enchantment of sexual orgy, began: “Worshiper of white cocks, what are those sounds I hear? What souls are these so strangely overwhelmed with both ecstasy and pain?”

And she to me: “This is chinkland after the white gods conquered all of Asia. All the chink men are being killed off, and that forms the cries of lamentation, and all the chink women are being saved and given big white cocks to worship, and that forms the cries of pleasure. Some chink women are adamant and lament their chink husbands or sons, and they are given punishments, of whipping, spanking, tortures of various kinds, to rectify their sins, and though the whips of white men are cruel, their tips are filled with honey, and those chink women who repent are given the seeds of white sperm as rewards.”

As we walked into the main road passing the gate, on both sides along the deadly rock, I saw white gods with enormous whips lashing the backs of naked chink women with cruel delight. Ah how they made those naked chinks skip and lift their heels at the very first crack of their whips. Not one of them dared to take a second or a third!

As I walked on my eyes met with the glance of one down there; I murmured to myself, I know this face from somewhere, I am sure.

And so I stopped to study her more closely; and Amy Tan also stopped, and was so kind as to allow me to retrace my steps. And that whipped chink thought she could hide from me, by lowering her face—which did her no good, as she was hung by her wrists. I said: ”O you, there, with your head bent low, if the features of your chink face do not deceive me, you are the Princeton history professor, Dr. He Bian. Why are you being whipped?”

“I’m not so keen on answering,” she said, “But I feel I must, since you were my student, and it is my obligation to answer all student-questions. It makes me think of old times in the world of romances. The white god whipping me here is my master, and the white god hoisting me up upon this rack is my white god’s friend. I am being punished for being disobedient to my white master.”

“I have always suspected that chink female professors love big white cocks just as much as the students,” I said.

“Yes, of course! I am not the only chink female college professors who are being punished here—hardly! This place is packed with us; in fact, there are more of us here than there are living tongues. Over on the rack on the other side is Jessica Chen Weiss of Cornell University, being fucked hard by her white god Jewish husband Dr. Weiss. And still kindling their love, Dr. Fan Chung of University of Pennsylvania is receiving the piss from her white god husband Dr. Ronald Graham down in the chink valley.”

Just at that point the white god let her have a feel of his tailed whip and cried: ”Move on, Amy Tan, with your young fresh-off-the boat chink meat, for the white god of all white gods, Adolf Hitler, is waiting for her service.”

Those words filled my heart with shock, horror and strange erotic love. Both Amy Tan and I quickly turned and walked on along our roads.

O just revenge of the white gods! How awesomely you punish those chinks! And anyone of you chinks who is reading this should be edified to know the wrath of the white gods is come upon thy heads!

Then I saw many separate herds of naked chinks, all weeping desperately; it seemed each group had been assigned a different punishment: some were stretched out flat upon their backs, others were crouching there all tightly hunched, some wandered, never stopping, round and round.

I said to my guide: “Goddess of white cocks, gobbler of white cum, what torments do those suffer that make such bitterness ring through their screams?”

She answered: “Those wretched chinks over there have no hope of ever receiving big white cocks in their wombs, for in this blind life they lead is abject that it makes them envy every other fate. They have been fucked by niggers, and no white gods would ever touch them again. Let’s not discuss them: look and pass them by.”

“Disgusting chinks! How dare they contaminate the vessels of white sperm. Do they not know that their bodies are the temples of white gods? Despicable chinks that deserve to be punished with hell fire!”

“My daughter,” the gentle white sperm lover Amy Tan said to me, “All those who perish in the wrath of the white gods assemble here, they want to cross the river, they are eager; it is the Divine Justice of the white gods that spurs them on, turning the fear they have into desire. A good chink never comes to make this crossing, for she is descended directly into the kingdom of big white cocks, but also those are disobedient, insouciant, and refuse to submit to the supreme sperm of white gods, that are sent to cross.”

She finished speaking, and the grim terrain shook violently; and the fright it gave me made me sweat. Out of the tear-drenched land a wind arose which blasted forth into a reddish light, knocking my senses out of me completely, and I fell as one falls tired into sleep.

Canto IV

“Chink women are born for white cocks.” Amy Tan whispered in my ears. I woke from deep sleep that drugged my mind, and turned my rested eyes from side to side, already on my feet, and staring hard, I tried my best to find out where I was.

“Of chink women’s pride and prejudice, It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a chink woman in possession of beauty, intelligence, and wealth, must be in want of a white man as her husband.” Amy Tan, my guide, was drunk, it appeared, drunk with the ecstasy of white sperm, drunk with the masculine scent of white men’s big white cocks. For unbeknownst to me, while I fell fast into a slumber, my guide and I were gently placed onto boat floating across a river beneath the steep ridges of chink valley.

“Come, quickly, my chink daughter, lets us descend into the sightless world of ecstasy.” The yellow goddess instructed me, for we have arrived at a maelstrom in the center of the river and ferryman navigating the boat instructed us to jump into the maelstrom. My face turned pale and I was dumbstruck with fear. Just at this moment I saw two heads poking out of the river of white sperm. Their heads were covered with long silky black hair.

“Who are those two female heads gobbling up so much white sperm swimming in the river?” I asked my guide, naively.

“That’s Dr. Evelyn Hu-Dehart, professor and director of the Center for the Study of Race and Ethnicity in America at Brown University, and her colleague, Dr. Khun Eng Kuah-Pearce of Harvard, both true lovers of white cocks. Why, just listen to their last names!”

“I wish I can have a white man’s last name too! That’s not fair.” I cried to my guide.

“Then you must study hard, and be brave, and your reward shall be in the kingdom of big white cocks. Now we must jump into the maelstrom of love, into the abyss of forlorn desire, for the kingdom of big white cocks is at hand.”

… To be continued.

His strong arms pinned my legs down before I could react. I was folded up, as if I was a toy to be played with. I looked even tinier than I normally was, and I was already especially tiny for an asian.

I always wondered why asian people are smaller than white people in general, like how asian boys are much shorter and small than white boys, and not just with penis size, but with asian girls we are even tinier. It’s as if asians naturally have smaller frames since we are destined to be used and subjugated by the bigger white men … the hierarchy of race, I guess.

His arms were wrapped around my legs and I was completely immobile. I knew resistance would be futile and I just steeled myself for the pain that was about to come.

“You ready chink?” he said, the lust and anticipation in his voice clearly evident.

“Yes Sir!” I lied. One could never be ready for a white cock … tiny asian bodies were never built to handle the size of a white cock, but our asian minds make us hunger for it, so we brave the pain just to be able to serve.

His cock went inside me faster than I anticipated and a jolt of pain surged from my pussy and throughout my body. It hurt. it felt like someone was punching me inside.

“That’s it … you’re gonna take it whore!” he said as he started pounding me harder.

Before I could stop myself, I started to sob. The pain was unbearable and with his every thrust, I left out a feline cry.

“Shut up bitch. I told you if you make a noise, I’m going to fuck you harder” he said as his thrust went deeper and faster. The pain became intolerable.

I had to stifle my sobs. I didn’t want a repeat of last time when my sobs were uncontrollable and he just ravaged me until the pain made me black out.

“That’s it chink, you’re a good chink.” he said as he slowed down again. I was relieved as the pain became manageable again. I was sure he would punish me for that sob I accidentally left out.

He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, “But I explicitly told you before … not one single sob ever again. You let out a sob again today, and now you will be punished.”

My eyes darted in fear as I started to plead, “No … no sir … please I’m sorry … no!”

His arms held my legs tighter as he fucked me harder and stronger than ever before.

The last thing I remember were my sobs coming back before I passed out.

I was on a working holiday in a small farming town in the middle of the Australian Outback …

I was born and raised in Shanghai and I consider myself to be an urbane, well-educated, modern Chinese woman of upperclass bringing, but I was excited for some adventure. Australia always allured me with photos of its culture, its European heritage, its marvelous architecture, its natural beauty, and most importantly of all, men, European men who were once criminals, destined to perish in cold, damp, solitary prisons but were set free in the wilderness of Australia and overcame all obstacles to survive, and not only survive, but to have built this once savage nation into a country on par with their ancestors, Europe.

White European Men, descendants of Charlemagne, who seemed to be the epitome of masculinity with their tall, tanned, and muscular bodies. It was a dream come true to finally travel to Australia.

I found a small idyllic farm, like the one described in Flaubert’s novel Madame Bovary, its rugged western scenes like it were in Thomas Hardy’s The Return of the Native, which my professor taught to me in my English literature classes at Fudan University. The farmer was an old, wrinkled white man but from his features I could tell, in his younger years, if he wished, he could have had any Chinese woman he wanted. He was quiet, rarely talking to me aside from telling me what to do on the farm.

Every day I would voluntarily go out to the field and help out in any way I can, as a good Asian guest, and everyday I saw his son. His son was perfect and attractive and I was smitten. He usually tended the field without his shirt on and I could see his muscles rippling as he operated the tractor.

He never spoke to me and I wasn’t sure if he caught me staring. He never as much gave me a glance. Every night when I went back to my bed in the barn, I would think about him, imagining what it would be like to kneel in front of him and suck his white cock.

On one hot summer day, the work at the farm was especially grueling and his aryan son was working hard in the fields. I couldn’t stop staring at his physique and I was so enamored by looking at him. I would have stayed there the whole day staring at him but the heat was unbearable. I decided to head back to the barn and take a nap.

My eyes slowly fluttered open as I heard a deep voice awakening me from my nap.

“Oi, chink.”

I looked up and there he was. Sitting in front of me with his shirt off and his pants down. He had a cigarette and he was flexing his huge arms. His massive thighs were like tree trunks and they were spread wide to reveal his hard white cock … his cock was even bigger than what I imagined. It was thick and veiny, and erect like a tower. His huge balls hung low at my eye level.

I slowly stared up at him and I was speechless.

“Yah think I didn’t notice ye looking at me? That’s right, I know yer a slut for white cock. Yah want some of this Aussie cock I reckon. Fuckin rice cooker. Come on, I know yer kind, you better suck this cock good, and don’t you dare walk away while you are sucking me off, chink I’m going to bloody fuck you like the fuckin cunt that yah are and I’ll blow heaps of cum right inside. Now get started.”

I nodded silently, knelt in front of him, wrapped my lips around his enormous Aussie cock, and began …

The feeling of a Big White Cock sliding in your asian pussy is absolutely amazing.

To feel every inch going deeper and deeper is simply not possible with an asian guy’s cock. White cocks have that length and girth to completely fill up a tight asian hole. To stretch it wide until it is left gaping wide enough for a White Man to just easily withdraw and ram his cock back in. Only White cock is long enough to completely penetrate deep in an asian hole and hit the spot.

And ultimately, it is the thought of having White meat sliding in your asian pussy that just turns you on the most. To know that a REAL man is using you is better than any feeling his cock can give.

Just listen to your moans and whimpers when you get fucked by a White Man. When it’s an asian guy, your moans are perfunctory and fake, like acting out a scene in a porno. But when it’s a White Man fucking you, your moans come from deep within. It’s a guttural high-pitched sound that you cannot control. It naturally comes out once he slides into you.

It is the moan of true pleasure.

It is the language of being Asian.

When the founding fathers of the white gods that created white civilization gave white men such invaluable assets such as human rights, equality, freedom, etc., they only meant for those things to be applied to other white men. Human rights should only be applied to white people, and not to inferior races of nonhumans. Freedom only meant that white men should be free, not that white men should go around doling out freedom to natural slaves.

Races are as genetically different as species.

Whereas some races are barbaric savages that should be catapulted into space or cloistered to Africa, or otherwise quarantined, some other more feminine and docile races, such as Asians, who are beautiful with light skin, highly intelligent, exquisitely delicate and extremely submissive, should be kept as pets for white owners. Asian females are considered very pretty and know how to worship white men and so should be used as concubines or sex slaves for white men’s sexual entertainment, whereas Asian males, if they are effeminate and docile like girls, should be shot full of estrogen and be turned into sexy shemales, but if they are rebellious, should be fully castrated and serve as enunchs. They will be happy that they are spared and be allowed to live, because white men are merciful and full of the milk of human kindness.

I fumbled with my phone as I tried to open the camera. He was pounding me hard and it was difficult to get a grip on my phone.

It was a dream come true. To be fucked by a WHITE MAN. Not many asian girls get to achieve this feat; the number of white men into asian girls is incredibly small and the percentage of those white men who were a 10 were minimal but I landed the jackpot. Granted, he was quite drunk and I practically offered myself to him as a free fuck—and I feel ashamed of being yet another easy girl for white men, but hey, what’s an asian girl got to do? I’ll never get the chance to be fucked by a true alpha muscular white god.

I started taking videos. I needed to document this once in a lifetime event. To show my asian friends and make them jealous. Some of them haven’t been fucked by a white guy in months and they’ve grown bitter and cynical, thinking they would never land a white guy anymore. Well bitches, I’ve hooked up with this amazing hunk and he used me good. Funny how asians get catty with each other, but it’s a highly competitive environment when there’s so many asian slaves and so few white doms willing to fuck us.

I know deep in my heart that this white man wouldn’t fuck me again. It’s always the same with all the good white doms, they use you once and throw you away. But I have this video now and I would finger myself to this moment for the years to come. To remind myself of the greatest moment of my life. The moment I achieved the asian girl’s dream and to be fucked by the epitome of power and superiority.

One type of men that asian girls always lust for are white, older, hairy, muscular men. It is the complete contrast to what an asian “man” is and fully explains why so many asian girls refuse to date asian … an asian has ugly asian features, accentuated by feminine traits that make them look young. They are smooth and hairless and have no musculature at all. I guess that’s why so many white man loves to fuck asians so much. It’s everything they’re not and everything they could never be, and the asian girls crave what they do not have.

These asian girls crave for attention from their white “daddies” because they know they have disgraced their traditional asian families by being a whore for white men and their real fathers will never love them. Hell, their asian fathers might even have disowned them and kicked them out.

So those poor asian girls seek out other daddies. The big white ones that will make them feel safe once they are wrapped around in their big muscular arms. But most of all, they look for the ones that will not just fuck them hard but also make them hurt, stick them inside tiny dog cages, whip them with their belts, strip them naked and tie them up and exhibit their asian flesh for all to see. Because, in some twisted oriental way, those asian girls want to be punished and abused. To be treated like dirt. As if it’s their own way of atoning for bringing shame to their family. And once the chink whore has been completely used and they feel no more shame, then the chink can finally be a good whore to white men and forget about ever going back to their families again.