Confession of an Asian cum dump

Lisa

Gender: female

Age: 32

Height: 5 ft 2

Nationality: Japanese

Occupation: College Faculty at Manhattan School of Music, Associate Dean for Assessment & Programs

Relationship status: single

Hobbies: sucking white cocks and swallowing every drop of their cum

I randomly discovered this blog and I thought I’d make an confession and let you know something that makes me feel like a piece of inferior asian meat, a cheap slut and a horny cumdump.

I’m not really an Asian slut who sleeps around with a lot of white guys. I do not actively seek out white guys to have sex with, but it just naturally happened–that every guy I’ve ever been with has been a white guy. I have wondered why, and I don’t really know, not that it has mattered to me all that much. I’ve lived, studied, worked in America for a little over ten years now. Since day one of my sexual history with guys, I’ve always swallowed all the cum that’s ever been shot in my mouth, and licked up and swallowed all the cum that’s been somewhere else on my body.

I guess this started just because it’s kind of the way I “learned” to have sex—when I gave my first blow job the guy said “Oh yeah baby! Swallow my cum,” when he was about to orgasm.

So I just did.

At the time I felt it was impolite to do otherwise.

And then I did the same thing for the next several times we got together. Then, when we started having sex, when he was about to cum, he would—more often than not—pull out, pull the condom off his penis, straddle over my face and jerk off into my mouth. And sometimes, when some dribbled out to the side of my mouth or something, I would wipe it up and swallow that too.

It just seemed like the natural way to clean up.

So this just continued over the course of the next few boyfriends I had, then at one point I was with a guy who especially liked to cum on my face and on my tits and so forth, which made it a little more of a process. One night as I was doing cleanup, he told me how much he loved the way I swallowed all his cum, because previous girls had mostly wiped it off with a towel or something, and he told me how turned on he was every time he had sex with me. Because he knew when it was over I would swallow his load.

I asked if those previous girls were Asian and he said no.

I guess I didn’t fully realize until, back then, how much of a turn-on this was for guys, so I leaned into it more, and whenever we were making plans to get together, I would say stuffs like “I really need your cum tonight, can you come over?” or something like that, and he loved that, and I would beg for his cum while he was fucking me, and say “thank you” after I was done swallowing.

And it started to become a real turn on for me as well, so I have pretty much kept on with all that for every guy I’ve been with since.

Now I’m in my early 30s and sometimes when I masturbate I try to visualize all the cum I’ve ever swallowed collected in like a big jug sloshing around, and I feel like a complete psycho because I’m getting off not on images of guys or cocks or being fucked but just on this big pool of semen. It makes me orgasm really hard. Soooo … yeah there’s my confession, good to get it off my chest, so to speak.

Sex-starved Shanghai slut begs a white man to fuck her.

She was expecting a delivery from Amazon today and, due to the gradual up-tick in poverty and crime as a result of the coronavirus pandemic, stealing has been a huge problem and so she was following the driver’s progress on her phone. She would see that he was now … seven stops away … four stops away … one stop away … and she now saw him pull up to the side road near her house.

I couldn’t possibly have planned this; not in a million years, she swore to herself. The delivery man was a young Caucasian man in his mid-twenties, handsome—beautiful, with steely long legs, strawberry blond hair, and deep-blue eyes. She couldn’t resit. It has been months.

Her body screamed: “I need a cock. A white cock. This delivery man’s cock. I need his cock like I need my next breathe.”

She opened that door as the handsome young white man set down the parcel. She could tell something startled him. It was my ferocious look, she thought, my cock-starved stare. Unable to believe herself even, she blurted out: “Hi, Sir! Wanna … fuck me?”

She would never be able to forget the next thing that happened for the rest of her life.

He lifted his left hand, looked at the wrist watch, then lifted his eyes and made a face as if he was thinking: Hmm, I don’t know if I have the time; and in stead of saying what he was thinking, he merely said, “Really?’

“Yes!” She said. She—similarly confused, exasperated, frustrated, and desperate—pulled down her own blouse like a bitch in heat, popping out to the cold December air her round, perky breasts, and to which he replied: “Ok, but it has to be quick.”

A man telling me in advance he was going to be quick, she thought to herself, in horror, no man has ever said that to me. But she was unable to think. She shut the door behind him and got on her knees to pull his cock out and started sucking on it. As soon as the cock was hard, she pulled down her jeans to her knees and got on all fours in front of him. She was rubbing her clit as fast as she could. I can try to cum while he’s fucking me, she thought to herself. His steely white meat was pumping into her yellow flesh raw, then—

Then his phone rang. Oh my god, you are answering it, she thought to herself again, as her eyebrows furrowed, while you are ball-deep inside me—bareback! This is the first time it has ever happened to me!

He hung up and said: “I really can’t stay much longer.” He resumed pounding her and she managed to cum a split second before he finished. He started pulling out before he even stopped cumming, so a lot of his semen spilled on her clothing and her carpet. Then he zipped himself up and ran out of the door.

And then, there was her: on the floor on all fours, with a stranger’s cum running down her legs and soaking into her carpet. She felt like such a piece of yellow trash for needing to be fucked so badly that she would give herself to the first white guy she saw and letting him use her on the floor of her own house and leave without even saying—“thank you …”

She started to cry, and said to herself, “And yet I loved it!”

She stayed on the carpet, still, on all fours and made herself cum a few more times fantasizing about other white guys coming in through her unlocked front door and just helping themselves to the pathetic chink slut inside. Nobody ever did, but she would have been very welcoming if they had.

Asian sluts love being used by white men.

There’s nothing like having a strong, tall, White man just completely taking control of their small, frail bodies and using it solely for HIS pleasure. It’s when an asian is acutely aware of how tiny and feeble she is compared to a real man.

When a White Man really uses her and fucks her as rough as he can, she comes to terms with the worthlessness she feels everyday when she looks at her slanted oriental features, her tiny slit eyes, her tiny asian breasts, her flat face and her tomboy-like flat body. Finally, she is being treated like an inferior being that she has always known she is. No more political-correctness bullshit that tries to coddle her feelings … in the bedroom, the White Man finally puts the asian in her place.

The small chink slut gets slapped, spat on, and finally passes out. It is absolutely degraded and abused. And when the White Man finally tells the whimpering, sobbing chink slut to fuck off, he smiles to himself knowing that the chink slut will come back for more.

A chink’s life

A chink’s ultimate goal in life is to be fully owned by a White Man. Not just in sex. But to have her whole life and decisions dictated by the White Man. Nothing feels better for a chink than to surrender all control, all desires, all needs, all independence; just obey and serve a White Man.

Once you feel that collar around your neck and you hear the latch click. Once he puts the cuffs on your wrists and the chains on your feet. Once you see Him throw the key drown the drain. Then you know, you can serve with dedicated purpose for the rest of your life.

You wake up in the morning in your cage. Shackled and blindfolded. Your body clock has adjusted to your Master’s daily rituals and you know he’s waking up. You hear him stirring in his bed. You know he’ll be hard and horny. He gets up and you hear the footsteps coming closer. He opens your cage; he doesn’t need to lock it ’cause he knows you’ll never run away.

He takes your blindfolds and shackles off. The keys to your shackles are inside the cage but you never touch them. He looks at you and you remain silent. You learned the hard way that one time you spoke without being spoken to. He looks angry, like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. You brace yourself for a rough morning.

He grabs your collar and yanks you from the cage. He drags you across the floor as the collar chokes you. You gag and cry as you hold on to the collar while trying to gasp for air. In one swift motion, he pulls your thin 100-pound body in the air with his massive arm and hurls you onto the bed. You land hard and get winded.

In a second, he’s on top of you and pinning you down. You know he won’t use lube this morning. He ravages your cunt and asshole and fucks you dry. You scream and cry but you take it. He’s in a bad mood and the tiniest bit of resistance would mean being locked in your cage for days on end.

He fucks you hard, grunts loudly, and cums inside you. He spits in your face. He drags you by your collar again and puts you back in your cage. He puts your blindfold back on and shackles your wrists once again.

He speaks. “No food for you today. I want your asshole perfectly clean tonight.”

You nod as your stomach rumbles in hunger.

Good chink,” he says.

You smile.

the diary of a white-cock-worshipping asian slut

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.

When a Shanghai girl meets an Aussie boy …

当上海女孩遇见澳洲男孩。。。

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 White Cock in your Asian pussy …

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 Cock has that length and girth to completely fill up a tight asian pussy. 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’s the moan of true pleasure.

It’s the language of being Asian.

Sooner or later, White Men must learn: not all races are created equal

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 East 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 eunuchs. 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.

Meditations on the Power of White Cock 7

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.

Meditations on the Power of White Cock 6

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.