My appetite for sex with white men is insatiable. Ever since I lost my virginity to the first white guy, I’ve been obsessed. Whenever I see a white man, be it at social gatherings, at work, in school, or at family reunions, I simply cannot stop thinking about being fucked by them. Even when I’ve literally just been pumped full of cum by a white man, I’m already anticipating the next white man who will be putting his cock inside me again.
Don’t cry for my lost innocence. I am much happier being a slut.
There are two sides of me, the side that I show to the polite society in that great masquerade dance in which I appear demure, graceful, and chaste, and then there is this side of me.
Lying in bed, I fantasize about all the white men I’ve met in life who’ve seen only the one side of me–the coworkers, the classmates, the plumbers and the delivery men, the truck drivers, the professors, the guys who flirted with me in shopping malls, bartenders who smiled at me, strangers on the street who stared at me and tried to small-talk me into giving them my number, and thousands more—all of them queuing up one after another, with their pants around their ankles, their erect cocks proudly displaying before me, ready to dump their load in one of my holes, leaving me a cum filled and cum covered Asian slut.
Exploring my sexuality with white men is such a delicious feeling.
I wish I could put into words properly, exactly, and precisely, how wet, how aroused, and how slutty I feel thinking about the thousands of white men who see me daily, knowing that they probably stroke their cocks and drain their balls over the image of me in their imagination, and not having a clue that at night, I prowl the street like a cheap Asian whore. It makes me feel happy just thinking about it.
I’m especially horny when I’m ovulating. That’s when my sex drive will shoot through the roof. At that time of the month, I would literally ask the first white guy who say “Hi” to me on Tinder to come to my apartment and fuck me. And, if I feel especially risque, I will put on my skimpiest outfit, without wearing bras or panties, stand outside a strip club, and whichever white guy comes to hit on me first will get to breed me for the night. And it’s such a turn on for me that, on numerous occasions, I was mistaken for a prostitute.
Sometimes I would literally grab a random white man off the street and beg him to have my cunt filled with his superior white cum, cream pie upon cream pie, flooding cervix and drowning my uterus.
Onetime a guy led me into the men’s room to fuck me and all the other men mistook me for a stripper. Inside the restroom stall with the door closed, I lifted up my skirt to reveal my bald pussy, and he said, “Are you a whore? Do you have any disease?” I told him: “I’m clean and I work in finance. I can show you my ID if you wish.” A few other guys outside banged on the door and whistled amid peals of laughter as he fucked me over the toilet and came inside me.
The next morning, my pussy was so sore from being fucked and filled, I could literally feel my cunt throbbing and pulsing between my legs. And when I walked, the feeling of cum oozing out into my panties overjoyed me with glee and satisfaction.