Adopting the Asian Role, Chapter 1
I had the idea to write a naughty story filled with harsh racial stereotypes and sexual control. If you find this offensive, then this story might not be for you. This series follows a rebellious white teenager forced to travel to Asia to learn about race and gender equality. He lives with a dedicated Asian woman trying to change his ways. Unfortunately, this just backfires. This story is entirely fictional, with all characters and events made up. It contains intense racism, sexism, WMAF, cream pie, humiliation, degradation, and nonconsensual sex. It's filled with racial and gender discrimination, white chauvinism, and offensive stereotypes. I'm not focusing on any specific countries or nationalities; instead, I'm primarily considering East and Southeast Asia as a general area.
The room held a strange stench, reminiscent of musty books and aged individuals. The typical scent found in college professors' offices. I sat comfortably in a chair, patiently waiting for Professor Phillips. Professor Phillips was my marketing class professor. I found myself in her office because I was in some trouble.
Professor Phillips eventually entered after a few minutes. She was a 60-year-old grumpy white professor. With tenure, she had better things to do and didn't want to have this conversation.
"Ivan, do you know why you were summoned here?" she asked.
"Not really, other than someone in class complained about me," I replied.
"Yes, your actions were unacceptable, and those around you were made uncomfortable by your words and conduct."
"People," she said, referring to a specific person, "is Stephy."
I thought of the encounter in question. Stephy was an Asian student assigned to work on a group project with me and a few others. She was below average in appearance, short, skinny, and had a flat chest with no curves. She had long, oily hair, a round face, and sharp almond eyes. Unremarkable in every way. I had often teased her and suggested that she improve herself and get more presentable, like pretty Asians on TV or in porn—at least make herself seem fuckable.
"I was just making jokes and being lighthearted. I didn't think she'd take it so seriously."
"You constantly demeaned her appearance and minimized her perspective," she said.
My memory refreshed. I likely commented on her outfits and appearance, criticizing her for being ugly for an Asian. I'd often tell her to spruce up her appearance so she could seem more attractive.
"She's always wearing baggy sweats and never wears much makeup. She's unattractive. I told her to make herself more presentable, like the Asians on TV or in porn—to seem more fuckable at the very least."
"She said you made inappropriate sexual inferences about her relationship," she continued.
I remembered that instance as well. She had a dull Asian boyfriend. And since she was so stiff and cold, I'd ask her if she had sex every time I saw her. She typically stayed silent, and I'd tease her about not getting any or being dissatisfied in bed. I'd share my sexual encounters with her, describing all the positions we tried and the size of my dick, which many women have measured and were always impressed by.
"You would change subjects, but I'd press on with the details of my sexual experiences so she'd know about my sexual exploits and how incredible sex is."
"So she could feel left out? Jealous she wasn't experiencing the pleasure of my huge 8.75-inch cut cock?" I thought.
I often brought up the white girls I dated, divulging the diverse sex acts we'd try. I would also reinforce my endowment with facts like how many girls had measured it and their positive reactions. I always made it a point to mention the pleasure my partners derived from my large penis.
She'd attempt to change the subject, but I'd push the topic until she would realize the lack of satisfaction she'd likely receive from her boyfriend, who was a modest 5-inches at most. Stephy, like other women, valued a man with a larger penis.
However, she would never acknowledge it.
It's possible she disliked my tales of white girls' satisfaction because her Asian boyfriend was presumably inadequate—hardly satisfying her.
"She claimed you ridiculed her as an Asian woman, creating a hostile atmosphere."
I struggled to recall specifics here. I didn't think I'd ever said anything derogatory about her or her culture. I just didn't care for Stephy or her mindset. I may have mentioned some stereotypes about Asians being nerdy, quiet, and submissive—perhaps commenting on how uneducated they are.
"Maybe I made some generalized comments about Asians being too focused on studying and not enjoying life, rather than being educated enough to satisfy a man."
Regardless, she felt disrespected. It's possible I hinted at stereotypes and her conforming to them.
We collaborated on a group assignment for promoting a barbecue company's marketing campaign. But instead of being silent and assisting, she made it all political and discussed gender concerns and masculinity along with other useless matters. It irritated me as they had nothing to do with the project. Most of the time, I had to silence her.
"But her words are only her words," I eventually stated, "I could have said all of her ridiculing remarks about me, my 'sexcapades,' and her complaints about men, feminism, and ethics, and so on. And her bragging about her personal achievements regarding womanhood."
"Ivan, be calm. I'm not here to affirm or deny her claims. And you should remember that these days, joking isn't a reasonable justification. I'm here just to warn you. You're white, you're privileged, you've spent your life in metropolitan areas; you should know what cultural diversity signifies. You should respect other individuals given the current sensitivity."
"Yes, but I wasn't calling her a disgusting whore, I was just describing my sexual experiences and expressing my beliefs."
"I understand, my husband talks the same way about his outdated views," she remarked, "but again, some individuals misinterpret things."
"Then they need a better education or learn to get laid correctly," I mumbled.
"Anyway, you're young, attractive, and athletic. I'm not here to destroy your standing or let anyone cast you in a negative light. But I think it's best for you to take a break."
"So the school is expelling me?"
"No, no, it's not suspension. Instead, you have to depart for nine months or so, like a sabbatical."
Now I was becoming really disgruntled. They wanted to eliminate me for only saying things to a rude girl? I truly longed for the opportunity to ram my large penis into her stupid mouth or, better yet, ram my penis into her tight Asian vagina. God, what a senseless bitch!
I found it perplexing how progressive and open-minded she supposedly was about social issues, yet she was so conservative and intolerant regarding sex.
"Fine, I'll accept this sabbatical. What should I be doing? Return home?"
"Actually, we have a study-abroad initiative you can participate in. It's all funded by some donors. And I really don't care what you learn from it. You will live with someone local and immerse yourself in life abroad."
"Okay, and where am I going?"
"Well, since you were insulting an Asian student, it'd be best for you to visit somewhere in Asia."
This amused me. This would give me an opportunity to see what genuine Asian girls are like, not these westernized ones.
"Alright, I'll go. Just tell me the specifics and I'll pack my items and leave. I wouldn't want to be here any longer with these overly sensitive participants."
Professor Phillips concurred, and as a result, that was the end of the whole matter.
Later, I became enraged and vengeful. I began to dislike Asians, not in a malicious way, but I felt a little bitter. They appeared as sour brats to me instead of obedient and submissive sluts who should tend to their men and satisfy their sexual cravings.
I went to the bar to see if I could find some horny Asian slut to screw and relieve my frustration. To my astonishment, I found one sitting at the bar, wearing a hot strapless top exposing her smallish breasts and revealing her shoulders. She was wearing shorts that showed off her toned tanned legs. She looked to be around my age. She was unattractive, but appealing enough. And definitely more fuckable than that plain-looking Stephy.
I flirted with her for a while, and we drank and laughed. I got close to her and gyrated my stiff penis against her. I tried to kiss her, and she reacted and stuck her tongue out. Our tongues intertwined.
I acted quickly and aggressively. I was frustrated and didn't hesitate to slip my hand inside her shorts to feel her pussy. It was covered in hair and wet. She didn't stop me. I could tell she was aroused.
We went to the restroom and continued to kiss. I tore her strappy top off, revealing her minuscule breasts. They were the smallest breasts I'd ever seen, but I'd never had intercourse with an Asian lady before. The dark nipples on her tanned skin, they looked adorable as I squeezed them.
We continued to kiss while she undid my pants and took out my penis. My cock was erect, all 8.75 inches, and wet with pre-cum. Her eyes widened when she saw my cock.
Wow, that cock is huge! It nearly matched the length of her slender arm.
I enquired, "Would you like it inside you?" while I inserted a finger into her moist pussy.
She asked me to stop abruptly.
"Oh, I can't have sex; I'm on my period... I'm so sorry..."
Damn, I thought, you got me aroused and ready to release my sexual urges and now you've left me hanging.
"How about a blowjob instead?"
She hesitated and lowered herself to attempt a blowjob. However, the size of my cock surpassed the capacity of her small mouth. She gave a minimal effort on the blowjob. It was obvious she was inexperienced.
I observed her pubic area while rubbing my reproductive organ against her bushy nether region. It was bulky and unappealing in comparison to the trimmed pubic hair of white girls. Regardless, I decided to continue. The tip of my penis trembled against her little clitoris, which was straining for climax.
She persisted, despite insisting she was menstruating and that blood may be present upon insertion of my organ.
My heart was shattered. My rigid penis was lathered with precum and was almost about to enter her wet fluids, only for her to deny me. What a letdown.
I went on to inquire about her thoughts regarding my cock.
"It's delightful, it's large and smooth, and feels thick too," she said as she continued to grip my... length.
"I haven't had sex with an Asian girl before. I was hoping to experience their genitals. You seem to feel quite moist," I shared.
"Asian vaginas are snug but extremely juicy, especially when they're being penetrated by something massive. I'd be dripping your semen all over your tool," she said.
"So, what thoughts do you have on white men?" I asked next.
"I'm attracted to white men, personally. I've only had sex with two, but I admire their masculinity, attractiveness, and their large prostates," she added with a mischievous grin.
"Is it true that Asian women prefer white men over Asian guys?" I enquired further.
She responded, "Yes, for the most part, sex with them is a lot better. Their longevity and kinkiness satisfy women the most."
"So, would you be open to having sex with me after your menstruation ends?" I asked.
"Oh yes, definitely! I'd love to experience the feeling of your large cock deep within me. You may even make me cum multiple times," she replied.
"And after our bout, I'd spray my cum all over your tight pussy," I added.
"I agree to anything you want, stud," she responded, giving my cock a gentle kiss on the tip.
I was infuriated because I wanted to thrust my penis back into her eager mouth but her telephone rang. It was her sister waiting for her at a bar. She swiftly redressed and left without taking her clothing off.
As I exited the washroom, she was nowhere to be seen. It was a shame because I hadn't even inquired about her name or contact information!
The aftermath of that encounter resulted in my increasing frustration. I had dismissed interacting with Stephy, and I never encountered that girl from the bar. I did, however, engage in sexual relations with some mates. Nevertheless, I couldn't shed thoughts about Asian girls. My mind was fixated on joining the Asian community, particularly to dominate their willing vaginas.
I stopped communicating with Stephy and was never able to track down that girl from the bar. However, I did engage in some intercourse from time to time throughout the next few weeks. With every sexual encounter, my thoughts were fixated on an Asian girl. By the time I was getting ready for my international studies, I was consumed by the idea of being in Asia and engaging with submissive Asians eager to please me with their vaginas.
It seemed a little like yellow fever to me, but I wasn't exactly yearning for their physical or sexual attractions. I was more interested in witnessing their submission and obedience, and observing their sexual frenzy, especially with a white man.
The only other thing I had to do was find somewhere to stay. The program necessitated that I live with a local for the entire duration. Although the program would cover the rent for me, I had to do the groundwork and explore various listings to find a suitable local lodging arrangement.
There was a special website created to connect students with locals. Most options were homestays with a family or shared housing for multiple students and locals. However, I desired a local's residence and my own room. The main reason was so that I could invite girls back for some fun, without any restrictions.
The ones that appeared most appropriate were those that sought a roommate. I applied for several of them, but many of them showed rather shabby or inferior rooms.
One particular listing intrigued me, as it featured images of a rather lovely apartment. It read:
2-bedroom, 1-bath high-rise apartment. $1,000 a month for a furnished private room. Internet, electricity, hot water, gas, all included. Gym, pool, and sauna in building. Close to metro station. Female only. Open to students and foreigners.
All the features appealed to me, with the exception of the gender restriction. But I decided to give it a shot anyway.
A few days later, the poster responded to my application.
In response to the time zone difference, I had to log on in the evening, following my gym workout.
Through the internet, we connected. She was undeniably beautiful, with pale skin, striking facial features, and long wavy black and brown dyed hair.
She introduced herself as Emma. She was a 31-year-old architect who typically worked from her home. She spoke flawless English and had an impressive education. She was single and owned the apartment. She was interested in leasing her spare room to a student or foreigner.
At this point, I presented myself as Ivan. I explained I was a 20-year-old student studying business. I stood at 6 feet 2 inches and weighed 185 pounds, and I liked working out and socializing with my friends. I shared some personal information, describing my upbringing in a large city and my current enrollment in a college town.
Since I had just finished my gym session, I was sporting just a tank top. She mentioned how athletic I appeared.
I flattered her with a remark about her youthful looks. She could have passed for 25 years old. She definitely embodied the Asian youthfulness. Her light makeup was quite natural. She blushed from the compliment.
Then she questioned, "So when you applied, you noticed that my listing was specifically for females, right?"
"Yes, but I found the other aspects of the listing appealing, so I decided to inquire if you'd consider leasing to a male."
"Well, I'm a single woman, so I'm not sure if it would be suitable for a single man."
"I won't get romantic. I share a residence with two guys and two girls at present. They're all great company. What is it exactly that you're concerned about?"
She hesitated for a moment, "Asian culture typically prefers men and women to live apart unless they're married. I just want to make sure we're both at ease."
"I'm fine. I'm only there to study during the day and socialize with friends at night. If you wish to join us, that's perfectly acceptable. It's not complicated."
She hesitated again, "Well, the reason I mentioned men in particular is because...."
"What exactly? Are you afraid I'd walk around the apartment naked, or that I'd flash my manhood around?"
She grew visibly uncomfortable from my audacity. "No, but boys and girls behave differently. Just as long as you are not uncomfortable."
I grew tired of her sudden shyness and prudence when speaking to a man. Why was she being so coy and timid?
"Ok, as long as we can agree on some boundaries, we'll be fine," she suggested.
"M'am, I'm not going to develop a crush on you. I won't make love to you because I'm staying there. I'm solely there to study and hang out with my friends. If you're interested in doing the same, that's great. But if not, you can do your own thing. It's not a huge issue."
She appeared conflicted. She seemed attracted enough, but became uneasy discussing men.
"Okay, we'll set boundaries as you propose," she continued.
"Girl, don't worry. I'm not going to proposition you, or sleep with you, just because we're sharing a place. If you want me to, I could, but you're seemingly hesitant. If not, we can just go on about our separate lives."
I started raising my voice at her. Despite being ten years older than me, she seemed so ignorant and unsure. I held back from suggesting she should find someone else to handle her decisions.
"I actually admire that you've never hosted a foreigner before," I said. "You're young and full of energy, and I find it intriguing. As long as we establish boundaries and you stick to the rules, everything should be fine."
"Alright, so what are your rules?" I inquired.
"Just don't go into my room and don't eat any of my food. No smoking and no drugs. Keep everything clean and tidy. Don't make too much noise while I'm working during the day, and don't bring any friends over."
"That's reasonable, except for the last one. If you can have guests, I should be able to as well. We'll stay in my room."
"Alright, only if they remain in your room. And maybe try to limit it to twice a week. Because I generally have friends over just twice a week."
"Okay, I'll have guests over twice a week and they'll stay in my room." After agreeing to her terms, I didn't reveal that I planned to have wild sex in my room.
And that was how we came to an understanding. I would be moving in two weeks from now.
After our phone call, I didn't get the impression she was a pleasant person. She appeared to be that stiff, sexless conservative type that constantly complained. But I could handle her when I arrived. There was no doubt she was pretty and, even though she was older, she still looked attractive. My assumption was that sex could help her lose her shitty behavior.
I hurriedly removed my gym clothes and started stroking myself once more. This time, I imagined it was Emma who was admiring my muscular physique and massive cock. If I walked around naked in her house, would she feel compelled to please me like a typical Asian girl?
Two weeks later, I made my way to Asia.
I ordered a cab from the airport to Emma's home. It was in a pleasant area.
When I arrived at her apartment, she greeted me at the door. What stood out immediately were her height - taller than others my age. She stood 5ft7 and weighed roughly 115lbs. Her breasts and slender build made her appear very enticing. She'd applied minimal makeup for a natural look, which suited her.
In exchange, she expressed appreciation for my height and muscular build.
Emma gave me a brief tour of the place. It contained two bedrooms at opposite ends - hers being slightly larger, which she referred to as her "sanctuary" and insisting I not enter without her approval. My room held just a bed and a desk. The living room had a seating area and a basic kitchen.
Lastly, it followed a common Asian practice of having a single bathroom. The bathroom was roomy enough for two people. The shower was large enough for couples too. There was also a balcony with a clothes cleaner.
The place seemed okay, with a chic, minimalist, and neutral decor. There was no hint of feminine details.
She reiterated her list of rules, including having guests over.
I settled into my new home, planning to stay in Asia for the next nine months.
For the following week or so, I mainly focused on acclimatizing, adjusting to the different culture, and the constant heat and humidity.
Emma mostly kept to herself. I'd occasionally see her in the mornings for breakfast and later in the evenings. During the day, she worked from home and dined out. She'd dress in a professional manner during the day and return home in casual attire. Occasionally, when she ventured out, she'd wear an alluring and revealing outfit. While she wasn't wearing much, I couldn't really see her skin, especially around her breasts or her ass.
I, on the other hand, often wore tank tops and shorts. The heat inside her home with the air conditioning on, still felt quite warm. Whenever I emerged from taking a shower, I'd wear just my towel if she happened to be nearby. Even though she disliked having to witness a nearly naked man, she neither commented nor expressed her feelings.
One weekend, since we were both free, I asked Emma to come and enjoy the pool with me. To my dismay, she was dressed in a demure, one-piece, blue swimsuit that concealed a lot of skin. Although her B-cup breasts appeared slightly larger, I couldn't see any details of her body.
I inquired why she didn't wear something sexier.
"I'm not here to show off to anyone," she replied.
"But your body is absolutely beautiful. You could easily attract many guys."
"I'm not some sexual object to be ogled at. I simply wear what looks nice and what makes me comfortable."
"If that's the reason you're still single?" I questioned.
"That has nothing to do with why I'm single." [
"You're 31, gorgeous, with a great figure, successful, and educated - why aren't you with someone, then?"
"That's none of your business."
"For all the time I've known you, I've never seen you invite a man over. You sleep at home every night, and I've never seen you spend the night at anyone else's place. So, you're not seeing anyone or getting any action, obviously."
"I'm completely content with my life the way it is. I don't think I need a man to make me happy."
"So, you only work hard and take care of yourself at night? Don't you ever crave sexual intimacy, the thrill and pleasure that a man can bring?
"No, I don't. Being a guy, you seem to think it's all about sex. But I value other things in life: friends, relationships, experiences."
"But haven't you thought about coming home after a long day and having a man make love to you? And satisfying his needs?"
"I'm an independent woman. I have my own home and a good job. I don't need a man to be happy."
"Perhaps it's because you've only had bad sex so far. Was your ex-boyfriend Asian?"
She hesitated but admitted she ended things with her ex-Asian boyfriend two years ago.
"And that was the reason for your breakup? Because of the bad sex, right?"
She avoided responding to that but stayed silent. I understood she wanted to change the topic.
"If you've had such terrible sex, that's why you haven't had any for two years," I continued teasing.
"But let's not talk about sex. We've barely known each other for a fortnight. I don't see any reason to discuss my intimate life. Meanwhile, I know you broke up with your boyfriend because of numerous irreconcilable differences, apart from sexual incompatibility, right?"
"Is he well-endowed?"
She was visibly uncomfortable with the personal question.
"Did he satisfy you with his size or ate you out to make you orgasm? Say yes if not."
She avoided replying, trying to change topics.
"Seems like I'm right. You've had unfulfilling sex all along. So, for these two years, you've gone without. I can't help but wonder, are you attuned to my thoughts?"
"For heaven's sake, let's not discuss her sex life. On very little acquaintance, might I inquire about yours? Without revealing, I'll disclose I broke ties with my boyfriend due to personality incompatibility, and now I'm in a position to lead my life as I desire."
"Well, sexual activity is quite pervasive in my life. I'm pretty active sexually. It's possible because I have a high sex drive, and it's satisfying."
Her face displayed no amusement as I continued, "It's probably due to your controlling nature. You're the type who wants everything in a specific way. I remember a girl from college who fit that perfect profile. She had an incredible academic record but neglected her sexual experiences, which left her unsatisfied with the Asian male she was in a relationship with and engaged in belittling others. I suggested she adopt a more submissive attitude but she was unwilling."
"That's absolutely silly!" she retorted. "The stereotype that Asian girls should be docile and dependent on their husbands is just wrong. They're intelligent, independent, assertive, and not striking men because they follow those stereotypes."
"But have you considered how limiting these stereotypes are? Some well-endowed, dominant, white guys like me have a natural advantage and appeal to many girls. They may desire us when they're overcome by hormones or appeal to their fantasy of having a muscular, masculine, dominant man."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, not all girls will fall for what you think is attractive, and not all Asian girls fit those stereotypes!"
"Clearly, they're wrong because you're also an Asian girl as you reminded me earlier."
"And my ethnocentric, male-centric perspective is detrimental to society!" she grumbled, falling back on the easiest route to absolve herself of her shortcomings.
I stood up from the chair and revealed my muscular, well-chiseled body in her line of sight. She looked at my rippling muscles with a twinge of curiosity.
"Look at me. I'm double the size of an Asian girl. I'm taller, stronger, and possess a chest full of abs. Additionally, I've got a big tool below my waist. Girls typically resonate to a man like me - dominant, masculine, and confident. Thus, they'd all want a share of me."
"That's ridiculous. Girls don't care about that. Asian girls are smarter than that. They prefer someone with a humbler stature and balanced attitude. I assure you, your macho perspective on gender roles is abjectly wrong."
"Really? I have an 8-inch endowment, and women are often captivated by my dick. Let me show you, but only if you suck it."
She made a disgusted face, refraining from following my lewd demand.
"Seems like you're one of those girls who thinks so highly of herself. I've determined to get some action with you. Let's observe how forward you get."
Following my first week at school, several Asian ladies sought to be friends with me. It was like a breeze, as every one of them found me intriguing and alluring. I must have been the lone white man on campus. In addition, I was most likely the healthiest and virile.
Minru was the very first of these Asian ladies to approach me, and make an advance. She was a village girl of 18 years with darker complexion. She had braces and was quite slight, being only 5ft3. I wasn't particularly attracted to her, but she wouldn’t give up, constantly asking me to hang out and get to know one another.
I consented to this only because I had my eyes on her 18 year old friend, Jinhee. Jinhee was a bubbly girl with bleach-blonde hair and a ton of makeup. She resembled one of these famous Asian idols or dancers. She had a fit and fair-skinned look, 5ft5 stature. Figuring if I was to lose my virginity to an Asian, it should be someone noteworthy.
Minru explained the situation, since Jinhee was dating another guy at the moment. While not officially dating, she had been seeing another Asian man. Minru didn't hold back, she did offer her own garden to me as a consolation.
I wasn't unnerved by this. I made a counterproposal to Minru. I told her that if I could fuck Jinhee first, then I'd fuck Minru after.
I expected her to fill my ears with complaints about how improper this would be, and potentially devastate their friendship. But to my astonishment, she didn't object. It sounded like she was barely holding on by a thread in the sexual department.
"Seriously? You'd hook Jinhee up with me?" I asked.
"Yes, of course. Anything you like, you're so attractive and sophisticated."
"Even if she's presently seeing another fella? Would it not impact her connection?"
"They're not officially together. He's merely some usual Asian guy, why should I care. You're an uncommon white guy, it's more advantageous she has sex with you first."
"And you wouldn't be jealous? Why would you do that for me?"
"It's okay. I do it for you since you're so handsome and charming. I believe lots of Asian ladies would be into you, and I want to be the one to gratify you."
"You're a virtuous woman, but I don't desire a girlfriend. I merely want casual sex. Sex with your chum."
"Yeah, sure. I'll do it for you. For overseas foreigners, why not?"
Minru then inquired in regards to how she could make her pal take note.
I suggested, "Let her know I have a large pecker and like Asian butts."
"How big? She might not know what she thinks of white men."
We were in a quiet alcove in the library, I'd positioned myself next to her and then retrieved my limp cock. I disclosed my entire 6 inches of slack flesh.
She gasped in fascination.
"Even if it swells up?" she questioned in a hushed voice, ensuring both our privacy.
I instructed her to stroke it and indeed, it grew to its full size.
I knew she desired to lick it, but felt uncomfortable performing this in the library.
I guided my hand beneath her shorts. As anticipated, she had a bush of hair beneath her underpants and was moist. I teased her for a bit prior to interrupting her and told her to keep our bargain.
A couple of nights later, we visited a drinking den, three of us; me, Minru, and Jinhee. Minru frustrated Jinhee's fella, so he never showed. We partook in alcoholic drinks, ate food, and Minru instigated Jinhee into inebriation.
Minru inquired about what she thought of white guys.
Jinhee responded, "white blokes are delightful. They're tall, have big frames, very strong and mighty, and sexy."
"Do you believe Ivan is exquisitely attractive and appealing?" posed Minru.
"Of course, he's a particularly handsome guy with amusing characteristics and an amazing body."
"You recognize, white guys are also muscular down there?" Minru hinted.
"Hahaha! How can you know?" queried Jinhee.
"Because I've seen it," Minru whispered to Jinhee.
"Interested in seeing it for yourself?" I stepped forward and guided Jinhee's hand towards my crotch.
She blushed and responded, "you're refined!"
"How about you? Are you naughty?" I drew her closer and nibbled on her neck, her ear, and around her cheeks. She was obliging the attention.
I placed my forehead on hers and gazed into her lovely eyes, and stated, "Let's visit my hideout tonight."
She swallowed nervously as I could sense her doubt. I crept up and planted a kiss on her glossy lips. They tasted sweet. She responded in kind, and we locked lips. My hands were now shoved up her skirt and into her underwear. I grabbed a hold of her cute ass and squeezed it hard.
After our fervent make-out session, she glanced at Minru.
"I can't just leave Minru…”
"It's fine, Minru is fine with it, she actually wants us to have some alone time…"
Minru nodded in agreement as she continued sipping on her beverage, knowing that she would be next to get fucked if everything went as planned.
I went back in and continued kissing her, our tongues intertwined in our mouths. I had her reach into my pants and feel my firm penis. I made certain she understood what was to come.
She had to interrupt our kiss to check what she was actually squeezing in my pants. Clearly, she had both her hands on my sizable shaft. She looked puzzled about what she'd found in my pockets.
"OMG, I want to see…" she murmured to me.
And with that, we left Minru to settle the bill. She'd get her turn next.
We arrived at my place at approximately 10 p.m. Emma was already in her room. This would be my first time bringing a girl back to screw; I had no clue how Emma would respond, but I was too horny to worry about it. I was about to fuck my first Asian.
Once inside my room, I tore off her white tank top and blue bra, revealing her perky little boobs. I caressed them gently and turned them into erect peaks.
I bid her remove her skirt and undies.
I could tell her anxiety levels were through the roof and how awkward she felt with a fully clothed white man above her naked body. Her toned figure looked irresistible.
She came to see my cock, but she didn't understand she had to submissive first.
I kissed her again to ease any anxiety. She relaxed as we traded kisses and as I gently massaged her bare body.
I examined her soft, pale skin. I felt like a hunter playing with their prey. She emanated a baby scent as I sniffed her hair and neck. I delivered soft kisses along her collar, breast, belly, and yes, her crotch. Her snatch, just like those of other Asians, was covered in fine dark hair. It had an odor typical of Asian women.
I then slid down her smooth legs. Kissing along her inner thighs and then flipped her around and kissed her curvy butt. She shivered at my touch, maybe because nobody had ever touched her so intimately before.
I backed away once more to observe how wound up she was and how I'd ravage each corner of her innocent body.
I removed my shirt and asked her opinion of my body.
"You're muscular and attractive. Lovely chest and sexy abs."
"Do you like how large men take control of your inconsequential body?"
She nodded as she caressed my hairy chest. I tilted her face up to observe her innocent face and gave her another passionate kiss before pushing her down to her knees.
Naturally, she knew what to do and removed my shorts and boxers. My stiff cock was exposed.
She was astonished by it. Of course it was something she'd never beheld before. She couldn't believe its magnitude and how it took both her hands to hold the entire length. I told her to taste it.
She complied and licked the pre-cum from the tip of my sensitive cockhead. She then kissed my cock as she adored it. She found my huge member absolutely enthralling. I couldn't determine if she was in awe or afraid of it.
She took what she could in her mouth. She was gentle and slow with her sucking; her inexperience was clear with her small mouth only taking a fifth of my monster cock.
I sat on the edge of my bed as I watched her blow my cock.
I requested that she get on my bed and spread her pussy wide and display her ravenous pussy to me.
She obeyed and spread her pussy as far as she could to show me how hungry her pastry was. Her flesh was covered in dark hair. I thrust my finger inside to ensure her fanny was slick. She emitted a high-pitched shriek when my digits entered her warmth.
Given that it was my first Asian pussy, I wanted to check it out some more, but the hair covering it was simply unappealing. I did notice that hers looked more puffy than Caucasian women. The interior certainly seemed tight.
I spit into her pussy to provide further lubrication before lining my humongous penis up to her soaked opening.
"No, I can't have sex on our first night," she replied, attempting to evade the situation. I believed she thought I was going to eat her instead of having sex with her.
I struck her breast for her disobedience.
"Shut up, you stupid whore! You came here to play with my dick and now my dick wants to play with your pussy. Do you understand this?"
I grasped her throat and gazed down on her to demonstrate my authority. Her eyes were fearful of me.
"You said earlier that white men are powerful. And you're just a weak Asian girl who will do as I say. Make sure your little pussy satisfies me tonight."
She questioned if I had a condom since I was about to insert my penis into her vagina.
"Condoms don't fit me. I don't use condoms anymore. I only have unprotected sex." I had been true to my word since high school, where they provided free STI testing. I always made sure I was tested and negative. I accepted the risk every time I had unprotected sex.
I expected her to protest or concoct some justification to avoid me. Instead, she merely remained silent, comprehending that she had to comply and wanted to be penetrated.
This was my indication that I could penetrate her. I pushed myself into her. She was as tight as a virgin. Despite the addition of vaginal fluids and my spit, it was difficult even to penetrate a few centimeters.
She began to pant and whimper with every thrust. I wouldn't let her silence. She was meant to endure my cock.
At about five inches inside her, slightly over half my length, she was already shaking. Her hands tightened around my arm. Her body was on the verge of climaxing. She was barely able to endure my cock.
She came rapidly. Her body quivered and bucked, her moans echoing from the pleasure. I did my best, pushing my penis against her internal walls, lengthening her orgasm. It appeared to be effective as her vagina became more wet.
"Do you like that?" I asked.
"Thank you, Ivan. Thank you for making me cum."
"Do you like the manner in which I fuck you?"
"Yes, it feels extraordinary!"
"Why?"
"Because you have a large penis, because you're a white man with a large penis."
"Do Asian vaginas like large penises?"
"Yes, ahhh, please fuck me more with your large penis."
"Do I fuck better than Asian men?"
"Yes certainly, you fuck so well, you make me feel so horny!"
"Do you like how my white penis bleaches your brown Asian pussy?"
"Yes...?" She may not have realized what that meant. But I relished watching my white, veiny tool penetrate her creamy, brown confines. I thoroughly enjoyed how her tight pussy was meant to be dominated by my superior white penis.
Shortly after she climaxed, I noted that her wetness increased. The friction lessened, consequently allowing me to enter her more efficiently. This allowed me to activate the beast inside me. I grabbed her slender waist and pounded her incessantly for the next 10 minutes. She had climaxed at least twice more.
Her legs clung to me when she climaxed or gripped my arms with exertion. She undoubtedly rejoiced.
This first Asian vagina felt interesting. Even though I continued to push past her cervix, however she couldn't accommodate my entire length, I did enjoy the sensation of her vagina clamping onto my cock and the reasoning that her pussy required my white dick.
She moaned constantly. Her moaning matched the rhythm of my thriving. It seemed as though she was experiencing something otherworldly.
Considering I was the one doing the fucking, I became saturated with perspiration. I rested on top of her, and covered her with all my sweat. I breathed deeply, ensuring she smelled my masculine perspiration. I intended to use my sweat-soaked body to content her.
After covering her with my sweat and releasing the pheromones, she couldn't cease from kissing my face, my neck, and my mouth. It conveyed a primal, animalistic sensation; I leveraged my sweaty, fragrant physique to placate her. I also had her mouth to restrain her from moaning. I made every powerful thrust receptible through grunting into her mouth. I ruled her body entirely.
The sense of power and supremacy over her petite form made me even more aroused. I became aware that I wanted to masturbate. I wasn't certain if she desired me to ejaculate inside her or if she was on birth control or what.
I informed her that I was ejaculating. However, she remained unresponsive.
I picked up the tempo and kept going at her intensely. I could tell that she wanted to cum one more time. I stroked her vigorously until I was almost at the point of no return. I pushed my cock as deep inside her as possible and simultaneously, I let out a grunt as I came. It must have set her off, because she experienced an orgasm at the same time.
Our bodies trembled and spasmed. Since my dick was still inside her, you could see that her pussy was trying to extract every last drop of my sperm. We held onto each other as we caught our breath.
I was particularly thrilled that I had already managed to fuck and fill an Asian pussy.
For a few minutes, we lay there in silence. I looked into her sparkling eyes and her harmless, pleasant face. She didn't move or say anything, even as my slowly shrinking cock was still inside her. The only thing she did was smile at me. I was struck by her innocence and fragility. I couldn't help but wonder if she'd make a good girlfriend, wife, or servant.
My penis gradually lost its hardness, so I removed it from her vagina. I was pleased with my performance. Some of my sperm leaked out of her just-fucked vagina and settled on her thick pubic hair. It was rather repulsive, yet exciting to observe the combination of our juices leak out of her vagina.
I used my penis to gather some of the lingering sperm. I then walked over and offered it to her.
She looked at me in disgust, refusing to eat my sperm that was still inside her pussy and clean my sperm-coated cock. This was a new experience for me, but my desire to dominate her made me force her to clean my cock. Why couldn't she do filthy things for me? She was Asian, after all. I needed to let her know who she belonged to.
"Open your mouth, you dirty whore! You said you'd do anything for me! Now clean my cock!""I'm sorry, I can't do that," she replied, her voice trembling with fear.
I grabbed her face and forced her mouth open, then jammed my cock in her mouth. She gagged and tried to resist, so I tickled her clit to stop her from resisting. She gave in and began cleaning my cock.
I savored the feeling of subduing this new creature.
"Do you think it tastes good?"
She nodded, but reluctantly.
"Say 'thank you.'"
"Thank you for having sex with me," she murmured.
"More specifically, thank you for allowing me to use your cunt and for receiving my manly seed within your used cunt."
"Yes, thank you for using me..."
She cleaned my cock until it became semi-flaccid. I smeared the remaining sperm around her pubic hair. I didn't allow her to wash up or clean herself. I wanted her to leave her house with sweat and semen all over her. I wanted her family to smell her and guess if she had just had sex with someone that evening.
As she dressed, I asked if she enjoyed it. She said it was painful but the orgasms were worth it. As expected, she was my first white partner and my second partner ever to have sex with.
She also told me that she wasn't on birth control and intended to take the morning-after pill.
I had an unusual, secret desire to impregnate her. My first Asian vagina and to impregnate her right away sounded heavenly, not to mention taboo. I wondered how different it would be if she were to carry my baby. But it was her body, after all. If she preferred not to carry a baby, it was her decision. That is, until I met another Asian girl who would allow me total control over her body and force her to carry my child. The very thought of it aroused me.
I wanted to fuck her again and fill her unprotected womb with my seed, but she had already put on her clothes.
She gave me a goodbye kiss along with a kiss to my dick that was once again rock hard. I asked if she wanted to make me cum again, but she claimed it was getting late and she needed to go home.
It was nearing midnight. I thought we'd been fucking for a long time, but it seemed we only did one position all night and I only came once. I didn't want to get dressed, so I asked her to leave on her own and call a taxi. She might have gotten what she wanted - my dick and a cumshot - so there was no need for me to be courteous.
I stayed in bed, horny but content after experiencing my first Asian vagina. I was triumphant in the ease with which I had taken over her. Of course, there were more Asian victims awaiting my power. But my eyes were fixed on my ultimate goal: Emma. I wanted to feel how Emma's previously untouched vagina would feel. The goal was to have sex with her and make her realize that she was better off as a submissive Asian slut than a self-righteous independent career woman. I wanted to reprogram her mind so that she could discover how fulfilling a life was when she worshipped a superior white man.
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