Corrupting influence.
I love my enlightened White Men. I love that they understand the way of the world and aren’t afraid to confront it. The things they do to me and in the world at large are just magnificent, you know? But I talk about them all the time, so now I will talabout a different kind of man.
Last week I hooked up with a…not racist guy. That in itself isn’t that rare, but generally in those situations, I just focus on what we both want: to fuck. He gives me fat white cock, I get him tight Asian pussy and we’re both happy. Sure, its not ideal - I’d prefer to truly worship a man who knows how to extract ever ounce of servitude out of me, but not every man is equipped for that. And that’s okay, not being racist doesn’t make you any less White.
He took me back to his hotel room and on the way in, we saw a guy in a confederate flag shirt. He made some comment, I don’t even really remember what it was, but he essentially disapproved. No worries, I’m used to it. I, of course, love the Confederate Flag. But usually I’d let his comment slide, I wanted dick, not conversation.
But this time, I didn’t. I just told him a little bit about how I felt about the ways of the world. Nothing too crazy, just some entry-level stuff, you can probably figure out the general gist of it.
“Okay, if Whites are so much better than you’re going to do anything I tell you, right?”
He thought he was making a joke. He thought he was exposing an absurdity in my logic. I simply responded with “That’s right.”
So he started playing and prodding.
“Okay, take your dress off.”
Done.
“Bend over.”
Done.
“Bark like a dog.”
Woof.
He was kind of perplexed. It was sort of cute and adorable. It’s strange to ay that a man who has you naked in his hotel room and is making you bark like a dog seems innocent but that’s simply how it was. He knew he was going to get laid when we went to his hotel room, but he didn’t know why. He thought it was because he was handsome and suave (and he was) but the actual reason that he couldn’t grasp was that it was because he was White. He was my White God for the night and I was going to do anything he asked, it was just a matter of him knowing to ask.
By the time he told me to start sucking him off, I know he still thought it was all kind of weird. But after 15 minutes he asked me if I needed a break. I didn’t answer, I just kept sucking and suddenly, I could see something in his eyes. He got it. Maybe. Maybe he was just enjoying a good blowjob, but something about the way his mannerisms changed and the look on his face felt like he was starting to understand how powerful he was - and why. Oh, calling me a “chink” a few times was a pretty good sign that I’d brought out his superior side.
The reason I suck you dry, that I fuck you so obediently, and that that it feels so right to pound me is because we both know that you’re superior to me. I’m not magic or particularly special. I’m just another Gook and were all like this. We all thirst to be under - physically and otherwise - powerful white men.
So, you know, we fuck and it’s good and we exchange numbers. He texts me the next day. “You know, I was doing some research and this stuff about race and IQ is really interesting.”
One fuck and he’s already corrupted. One or two more and I’ll have him truly understanding his White Power.
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