Getting caught

    A year after Taiwan, I moved to Beijing to study Chinese - and stick my dick into lots of Asians.

    Wing Yin was a hot European-born Chinese girl in my class. 22, out-of-proportion tits (not just big for an Asian, big period). I spent several weeks strategically stalking her until I accidentally ended up balls deep in her virgin pussy, and then several months strategically fucking her in every place and way I could imagine.

    Wing had a flatmate - a Thai girl known as Kay. She was a more typical Southeast Asian build, slim, small boobs, bisexual, and a Mike Tyson-style tattoo on her neck and a little around her ear that told me she was a freak in the sheets. I always wanted to nail her, and if this was a fantasy blog I would tell you how I had a threesome with these two hot little Asians, but unfortunately it’s real life.

    I did, however, have one interesting encounter.

    On Thursday afternoons Kay had Chinese lessons, and I would often end up at Wing’s apartment, training her in a new position and generally getting my dick wet. This one particular day, I had Wing bent over in the bathroom, and music on loud. With her legs splayed out, I was teasing her bare Asian pussy with my throbbing cock, stroking her lips, plunging it in her soft folds, then bringing it out again, enjoying as she moaned and begged for more.

    Neither of us heard the apartment door open.

    At a certain moment, just having pulled my wet dick out of her tiny little hole, I sensed a movement behind me. Wing moaned with pleasure and frustration, and I looked up. With my full blown, proud white erection at attention before me, soaking with Wing’s Chinese juices, Kay was standing at the bathroom door. Her jaw was dropped.

    For a second, we just stared at each other. Then instinctively, we both agreed with our eyes to pretend like we had not seen each other, and she silently slipped into her room.

    But seeing her - even for a moment - had changed the sexual dynamic. Something about two fertile young Asians so close to me sexually, turned on a primitive part of my brain that I had not felt for some time.  I felt a surge of testosterone and domination course through my body, as I recalled that fleeting eye contact with Kay. And I know that Kay had recognized something animal about the way I was treating Wing.

    With Wing already begging for my dick, I went to work. Standing behind her like a barbarian, I spread her yellow legs, and plunged my veiny white dick deep inside her soaking hole. Shocked by the sudden intensity, Wing let out a deep moan. I thrust into her savagely several times, conscious that Kay was just meters away - wanting to make Wing loud enough for her to hear- and imagining Kay getting to work on her bare little Thai pussy as I fucked her roommate.

    After a few more deep thrusts, I got rougher with Wing than I had yet to date. I put my arm under her body and up to her hair, feeling her young, oversized Asian tits against my arm. Pulling a bunch of her hair in my hand, I pushed her head half upward, so she could see my face out of the corner of her eye.

    “Do you love white dick?” I asked her softly.

    “Yes” moaned Wing.

    “Tell me. Tell me how much you love white dick.”

    “I love white dick,” she moaned softly.

    I slammed my dick deep inside her and spanked her ass with my free hand.

    “Say it louder,” I commanded her angrily.

    “I LOVE WHITE DICK”  she virtually screamed.

    Her submission - and the fact that Kay was probably stroking her fresh Thai pussy in the next room while taking notes - was all my dick needed. Groaning like a psycopathic caveman, my dick swelled up inside this hot little Asian, as I sprayed a thick load of white semen directly up inside her fertile little pussy. At the moment I peaked, I started to finger fuck her mouth. I might not get two pussies. But I’ll definitely get two holes, I thought to myself as my balls drained inside her….

    And that, incidentally, is how I first introduced Wing to the concept of raceplay.

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    Some months later, Wing left Beijing, and I hung out with Kay alone a few times. But that is another story…

    Part 1. A memoir of how one white male discovered Asian raceplay

    I arrived in Taiwan in early 2000s. Fresh out of college, I had previously had one white girlfriend and a couple of drunken one night stands. I came to Taipei to teach English, on the advice of a friend who already lived there. 

    Around a week after I started, a new teacher turned up at the school. Tina walked in without any warning - slim, taller than the average Chinese woman, with supple boobs, a slightly athletic build, and a graceful waist. She was dressed plainly in jeans and a tight white t-shirt. My eyes lingered. 

    Of course, I struck up a conversation. I discovered a quiet, reserved, and somewhat serious woman. She worked hard and gave little away. 

    The next few weeks went by in a blur. Discovering Taiwan was turning out a lot more fun than I expected. The beaches, the food, the parties, and the women. But Monday to Friday, I was at work, my gaze slowly moving over Tina’s slim body, occasionally wondering what it would be like to stroke my hands over her soft skin. 

    It was my friend who advised me to ask Tina for Chinese lessons - a brainwave that I eagerly acted on. To my surprise, she agreed. We took an empty classroom at the school, and week by week her and I sat next to one another, sexual tension slowly building. After a few weeks, I asked her in halting Chinese about her personal life. To my surprise, she dropped a bombshell. “I have a boyfriend,” she said. A slight wave of disappointment hit me. “Wow, I didn’ realize. You never mentioned him,” I replied. “Yes, we have been together for five years.”

    I was kind of shocked. But there were plenty of other girls around, and it wasn’t like I didn’t want to learn Chinese. Our lessons continued, us sitting inches away from one another, and the pleasant sexual tension in the air continued to grow. I enjoyed the closeness. But I did not expect anything to come of it. 

    Over the next few months, I learned more about her relationship. Her boyfriend and her didn’t see each other much - maybe once or twice a month. And she was frustrated by his lack of ambition. But he was a sweet guy, and treated her so well. We inched closer. I could sense some kind of need underneath that quiet exterior. But she was a good girl, and loved her boyfriend. I assumed her slim, soft body was off limits. 

    One day, another foreign colleague held a leaving party. Tina arrived late. She’d just been at a friend’s wedding. Nicely made up and wearing a modest but attractive dress, she sat next to me at a table surrounded by western and Chinese teachers. The alcohol flowed, jokes were cracked, and a party atmosphere was in the air. My hands were on my lap, and I could feel Tina’s soft thigh against mine. At a certain moment, instinct kicked in. Without thinking, I put my hand directly on her thigh. She didn’t react. 

    how tina looked

    Slowly, gently, i began to stroke the bare, soft skin of her leg. Then a little higher. I felt her hand creep onto mine. “I’m not pushing you away,” she was telling me me with her hand. “But don’t go too far.” 

    I rubbed her supple thigh for what seemed like eternity, feeling her young Chinese body against mine. Eventually, everyone except her and I left the table. When the coast was clear, I knew there was going to be no other chance. I grabbed her chin, pulled her face to mine.I was still half-expecting rejection, but she didn’t pull away. After months of slowly escalating tension, I felt a sense of validation and excitement as my lips met hers and my hands stroked over her slim waist and back. 

    “CAUGHT YOU”. A grinning colleague - the host of the party - stood in front of our table. The game was up. We rejoined our colleagues next to each other, and kept our hands contact under the table. I was still buzzing from the thrill of kissing her after so long sitting so close. An hour or two went by, and slowly people started to leave. Still assuming she was off limits, I asked her, “Do you want to come back to my place?”

    “En” she affirmed shyly. I sucked in my breath sharply. This quiet, shy, sweet girl - the girl who never stepped out of line - who had a loving, caring Chinese boyfriend of five years, was coming back to my room. My dick stiffened. 

    Eagerly, I hailed a cab. Now that I knew I had her, in the back seat of the car it was game on. I greedily explored her slim Asian body with my hands, feeling my dick harden as I came into contact with her soft yellow skin. I felt the taxi driver’s eyes on us in the rear view mirror - half disgusted, half aroused. His conflicting emotions somehow pushed me further - and despite her character, Tina eagerly submitted to my touches. 

    We reached my apartment out of breath, and with my dick more than a little hard. I led her into the living room. Before we reached the bedroom, I grabbed her and pulled her close, first kissing her deeply, then, like an animal, licking her bare shoulder. As my tongue met her skin, I felt her body literally shake with excitement. I knew what to do next. In the middle of the living room, I pulled up her skirt, and aggressively pulled down her panties. Crouched down in front of her, I gasped as I gazed upon her tiny Asian pussy for the first time. Her lips were bare and perfectly formed, her mound smooth and hairless, except for a thin, well-groomed racing strip that lay above her pussy. My dick swelled with excitement. 

    Suddenly, I sensed Tina felt exposed in the middle of the living room. I took her hand and led her to my room. My hands all over her soft flesh, I eagerly tore away her bra. Her small, Asian breasts were perky, and had nipples made to suck. I lay her down on the bed and worked my way down her body, flicking her erect nipples with my tongue, licking the soft skin of her stomach, and greedily sucking on her perfect little pussy. I saw her face contort as she experienced things for the first time. Having had only white girls before, her pussy was delicious. Crouched over her body, I worked my way back up to her mouth, expecting to kiss her then mount her. But she had other plans. Sliding her way between my legs, Tina propped herself up on her elbows to suck my long, white shaft. I felt a thrill as her soft Asian mouth wrapped around my hard white dick, in a position that was so inconvenient to her - and so subservient - but something she chose to do in order to have my cock in her mouth. 

    Within a few minutes, my dick was like a rock. I pulled her silky black hair back to get her off my dick, and positioned myself between her legs. I took my veiny white dick and placed it over her demure, submissive oriental hole. Looking at my white cock against her slit, I marvelled at how commanding and…… angry, my dick looked contrasted to her soaking, obedient Chinese pussy. My dick was already raging hard from her soft mouth and body. I gently and teasingly I slipped a finger inside her. Once again I gasped. “How the fuck am I supposed to get my dick in there?” I wondered. 

    But then another thought hit me. I knew recently, a kind, caring, loving Chinese man, with a small, flaccid yellow dicklet, had also been inside this perfect pussy. Something in my brain snapped. I felt a surge of domination… of… testosterone pump through my body. An unreasonable, crazy feeling of superiority as I positioned the head of my angry white cock at her Chinese lips, and slid the head inside her. My already rock hard cock swelled up more as I invaded her yellow hole. Her little Asian pussy felt like velvet on my raging cock. She writhed and her face twisted as the first white dick went up inside her body. Triumphantly, I mounted her and began to thrust. Again I imagined her kind, caring boyfriend seeing this - and the months of slowly building sexual tension gave me another surge of testosterone. Aggressively, I gripped Tina’s body, and began to plunge my dick deep inside her swollen soaking hole, knowing I was going far deeper than her limp dick boyfriend could physically go. Under my grip, I felt Tina sweat as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Can your boyfriend fuck like this?” I whispered to her as my dick went deep up inside her. 

    My balls slapped against her lips as I savagely penetrated her body, again and again. Within a couple of minutes I felt my balls swell up, and knew I was about to explode in her tiny Asian hole. But as tempting as it was, I felt a deep, primal urge to make a different statement. Just as I was about to cum, I pulled my dick out, grabbed her by the back of her head, and sprayed a huge load of thick white cum across her oriental face. 

    For a moment, we were both quiet. Tina, the girl next door with the loving boyfriend, slowly wiped some of my cum off her face and put it in her mouth. Lost in our own thoughts, we slowly drifted off to sleep. But deep in the back of my mind, something had changed. I knew I would never view sex - or sex with Asian girls - in quite the same way again…..

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    Postscript

    After I left Taiwan, Tina married her boyfriend. They have two kids. Sometimes, I still wonder what it would be like to go back for a visit after all these years, and mount her once again. 

    Part 1. A memoir of how one white male discovered Asian raceplay

    I arrived in Taiwan in early 2000s. Fresh out of college, I had previously had one white girlfriend and a couple of drunken one night stands. I came to Taipei to teach English, on the advice of a friend who already lived there. 

    Around a week after I started, a new teacher turned up at the school. Tina walked in without any warning - slim, taller than the average Chinese woman, with supple boobs, a slightly athletic build, and a graceful waist. She was dressed plainly in jeans and a tight white t-shirt. My eyes lingered. 

    Of course, I struck up a conversation. I discovered a quiet, reserved, and somewhat serious woman. She worked hard and gave little away. 

    The next few weeks went by in a blur. Discovering Taiwan was turning out a lot more fun than I expected. The beaches, the food, the parties, and the women. But Monday to Friday, I was at work, my gaze slowly moving over Tina’s slim body, occasionally wondering what it would be like to stroke my hands over her soft skin. 

    It was my friend who advised me to ask Tina for Chinese lessons - a brainwave that I eagerly acted on. To my surprise, she agreed. We took an empty classroom at the school, and week by week her and I sat next to one another, sexual tension slowly building. After a few weeks, I asked her in halting Chinese about her personal life. To my surprise, she dropped a bombshell. “I have a boyfriend,” she said. A slight wave of disappointment hit me. “Wow, I didn’ realize. You never mentioned him,” I replied. “Yes, we have been together for five years.”

    I was kind of shocked. But there were plenty of other girls around, and it wasn’t like I didn’t want to learn Chinese. Our lessons continued, us sitting inches away from one another, and the pleasant sexual tension in the air continued to grow. I enjoyed the closeness. But I did not expect anything to come of it. 

    Over the next few months, I learned more about her relationship. Her boyfriend and her didn’t see each other much - maybe once or twice a month. And she was frustrated by his lack of ambition. But he was a sweet guy, and treated her so well. We inched closer. I could sense some kind of need underneath that quiet exterior. But she was a good girl, and loved her boyfriend. I assumed her slim, soft body was off limits. 

    One day, another foreign colleague held a leaving party. Tina arrived late. She’d just been at a friend’s wedding. Nicely made up and wearing a modest but attractive dress, she sat next to me at a table surrounded by western and Chinese teachers. The alcohol flowed, jokes were cracked, and a party atmosphere was in the air. My hands were on my lap, and I could feel Tina’s soft thigh against mine. At a certain moment, instinct kicked in. Without thinking, I put my hand directly on her thigh. She didn’t react. 

    Slowly, gently, i began to stroke the bare, soft skin of her leg. Then a little higher. I felt her hand creep onto mine. “I’m not pushing you away,” she was telling me me with her hand. “But don’t go too far.” 

    I rubbed her supple thigh for what seemed like eternity, feeling her young Chinese body against mine. Eventually, everyone except her and I left the table. When the coast was clear, I knew there was going to be no other chance. I grabbed her chin, pulled her face to mine.I was still half-expecting rejection, but she didn’t pull away. After months of slowly escalating tension, I felt a sense of validation and excitement as my lips met hers and my hands stroked over her slim waist and back. 

    “CAUGHT YOU”. A grinning colleague - the host of the party - stood in front of our table. The game was up. We rejoined our colleagues next to each other, and kept our hands contact under the table. I was still buzzing from the thrill of kissing her after so long sitting so close. An hour or two went by, and slowly people started to leave. Still assuming she was off limits, I asked her, “Do you want to come back to my place?”

    “En” she affirmed shyly. I sucked in my breath sharply. This quiet, shy, sweet girl - the girl who never stepped out of line - who had a loving, caring Chinese boyfriend of five years, was coming back to my room. My dick stiffened. 

    Eagerly, I hailed a cab. Now that I knew I had her, in the back seat of the car it was game on. I greedily explored her slim Asian body with my hands, feeling my dick harden as I came into contact with her soft yellow skin. I felt the taxi driver’s eyes on us in the rear view mirror - half disgusted, half aroused. His conflicting emotions somehow pushed me further - and despite her character, Tina eagerly submitted to my touches. 

    We reached my apartment out of breath, and with my dick more than a little hard. I led her into the living room. Before we reached the bedroom, I grabbed her and pulled her close, first kissing her deeply, then, like an animal, licking her bare shoulder. As my tongue met her skin, I felt her body literally shake with excitement. I knew what to do next. In the middle of the living room, I pulled up her skirt, and aggressively pulled down her panties. Crouched down in front of her, I gasped as I gazed upon her tiny Asian pussy for the first time. Her lips were bare and perfectly formed, her mound smooth and hairless, except for a thin, well-groomed racing strip that lay above her pussy. My dick swelled with excitement. 

    Suddenly, I sensed Tina felt exposed in the middle of the living room. I took her hand and led her to my room. My hands all over her soft flesh, I eagerly tore away her bra. Her small, Asian breasts were perky, and had nipples made to suck. I lay her down on the bed and worked my way down her body, flicking her erect nipples with my tongue, licking the soft skin of her stomach, and greedily sucking on her perfect little pussy. I saw her face contort as she experienced things for the first time. Having had only white girls before, her pussy was delicious. Crouched over her body, I worked my way back up to her mouth, expecting to kiss her then mount her. But she had other plans. Sliding her way between my legs, Tina propped herself up on her elbows to suck my long, white shaft. I felt a thrill as her soft Asian mouth wrapped around my hard white dick, in a position that was so inconvenient to her - and so subservient - but something she chose to do in order to have my cock in her mouth. 

    Within a few minutes, my dick was like a rock. I pulled her silky black hair back to get her off my dick, and positioned myself between her legs. I took my veiny white dick and placed it over her demure, submissive oriental hole. Looking at my white cock against her slit, I marvelled at how commanding and…… angry, my dick looked contrasted to her soaking, obedient Chinese pussy. My dick was already raging hard from her soft mouth and body. I gently and teasingly I slipped a finger inside her. Once again I gasped. “How the fuck am I supposed to get my dick in there?” I wondered. 

    But then another thought hit me. I knew recently, a kind, caring, loving Chinese man, with a small, flaccid yellow dicklet, had also been inside this perfect pussy. Something in my brain snapped. I felt a surge of domination… of… testosterone pump through my body. An unreasonable, crazy feeling of superiority as I positioned the head of my angry white cock at her Chinese lips, and slid the head inside her. My already rock hard cock swelled up more as I invaded her yellow hole. Her little Asian pussy felt like velvet on my raging cock. She writhed and her face twisted as the first white dick went up inside her body. Triumphantly, I mounted her and began to thrust. Again I imagined her kind, caring boyfriend seeing this - and the months of slowly building sexual tension gave me another surge of testosterone. Aggressively, I gripped Tina’s body, and began to plunge my dick deep inside her swollen soaking hole, knowing I was going far deeper than her limp dick boyfriend could physically go. Under my grip, I felt Tina sweat as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Can your boyfriend fuck like this?” I whispered to her as my dick went deep up inside her. 

    My balls slapped against her lips as I savagely penetrated her body, again and again. Within a couple of minutes I felt my balls swell up, and knew I was about to explode in her tiny Asian hole. But as tempting as it was, I felt a deep, primal urge to make a different statement. Just as I was about to cum, I pulled my dick out, grabbed her by the back of her head, and sprayed a huge load of thick white cum across her oriental face. 

    For a moment, we were both quiet. Tina, the girl next door with the loving boyfriend, slowly wiped some of my cum off her face and put it in her mouth. Lost in our own thoughts, we slowly drifted off to sleep. But deep in the back of my mind, something had changed. I knew I would never view sex - or sex with Asian girls - in quite the same way again…..

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    Postscript

    After I left Taiwan, Tina married her boyfriend. They have two kids. Sometimes, I still wonder what it would be like to go back for a visit after all these years, and mount her once again. 

    asihubinnyc

    Your wife doesn’t do this just because she’s afraid she’ll lose her job if she doesn’t. She probably would - she’s not really that good at her job. She’s also just kind of so-so at head - her boss has had much better. But there’s just something about an older, slightly desperate, slightly infatuated married woman submissively lavishing your cock with her mouth when she really needs to be getting dinner on the table for her husband and kids, that is so satisfying to a man like him. When he cums, she’ll swallow it all down eagerly, both because she has learned to enjoy it, and because it will save her time in not having to clean up, then hurry home to you, her mouth sticky and belly full, and her job safe for another day.

    asian-raceplay-humilation

    I don't think your idea about Asian women is correct. I am a Chinese who has lived in Germany since I was 12. My mom, a beautiful Chinese woman, has always been happy with my father. And now, I have a girlfriend from Taiwan. Although she had 5 white boyfriends before we were together, she has been with me for 3 years.

    I don’t believe there necessarily is a relative right or wrong about raceplay. If it is not right for you, that is fine. Racism is subtle and throughout our cultures, and raceplay is a way to accept that and move beyond it. Many people who enjoy raceplay use it as a way to process the cognitive dissonance they experience from a world that is vocally antiracist yet silently privileges white people. Finally, people can enjoy it the other way around as well, being subjugated by minorities. Raceplay might feel racist, but for me it isn’t. If for you it is, I apologize and recommend you avoid my blog.

    Disappointed.

    I picked up a cute boy from Zouk last night. Chinese boy, well built, definitely goes to the gym regularly. Good looks, well groomed, and has good taste in clothes. I could tell he was very into me from the way he approached me to dance, and they way we dance and flirted with each other. All my drinks were on him, and i must have had at least $300 worth of drinks.

    Brought him back to the apartment i rented, and we got down and dirty very quickly. Our clothes came off even before we reached the bedroom, and we were kissing each other like mad and pawing each other’s body. He pushed me onto the bed and got on top of me.

    He pinned both my hands down onto the bed above my pillow, and kissed my neck as his other hand handles my breasts. He then slipped his hand down to my crotch and began to rub my pussy.

    Using just his hands, he brought me to my first climax. He then went down on me with his tongue, and the second climax came after some work.

    It’s rare to find someone that good at foreplay, and if he was that good at foreplay, i began to harbour high expectations for the main event.

    I freed my hands violently and pulled him onto the bed, then rolled and got on top of him. Holding his erected dick in my hand, i guided its tip to my pussy, and began to lower myself down on him. This was when shit happened.

    His penis tip barely slipped inside of me when i felt his dick twitching, and the wetness below spread, as he blew his load super prematurely.

    He groaned and looked at me sheepishly. Then admitted thay he has premature ejaculation. He was hoping that the alcohol he drank that night would help him last longer.

    Since his dick was useless to me now, i told him that it’s my turn to have fun with him now, and that he owed it to me. I guilt tripped him heavily, as i reached into my drawer and drew out what i termed “the punisher”.

    My trusty strapon with a 6” beaded dildo.

    His eyes widened at the sight of it, but i cooed him into agreeing to try anal for once, telling him how many guys have enjoyed orgasms from anal sex more than vanilla sex. And i kept harping on the fact that he owed it to me. Not only did i not get satisfaction properly, he creampied me! Not that i really minded, but i didn’t agree with him on it beforehand.

    Lubing the strapon liberally, i stuck it into him very gently and slowly, giving his asshole the chance to get used to having something stuffed into it, letting it stretch slowly.

    After 10mins of tender loving fuck, and some handwork on his penis, i made him cum with my strapon in his ass while he moaned like a girl..

    After that, i made him wash up and then kicked him out of the house. If you can’t fuck like a guy, then you’ll get fucked like a girl and you don’t deserve to stay the night with me.