The One Where [M]y [F]riend Asked for Raceplay [Raceplay, obvs] [Impregnation]

CW: WMAF Raceplay, Impregnation, lots of apologizing

Hooo-boy, here we go.

Puritanical Hectoring: I know a lot of people hate this stuff, but I think trying to regulate sexuality is a losing battle. I’m also kinda curious how folks are gonna react, cause I get asked to do this specific thing a LOT. Like, it’s probably the second biggest kink out there in my experience, after CNC.

In part, I’m writing this in the (probably vain) hope that someone will message me with a cogent explanation of why this is such a big kink lately. Not that I don’t find it hot.

When I was first asked to do it, I had a serious problem getting into the headspace. But then I started viewing it the same way I view CNC (an opportunity to work through complicated power dynamics in a sexual environment with a definite endpoint and a safe exit strategy), and I managed to get to a place where I enjoyed it.

Puritanical Hectoring Ends.

So, this concerns, once again, my longtime sub Mia. For those of you just joining us, Mia was about 5’3”, a curvy, stacked little Korean minx. She was also one of the most sexually adventurous subs I’ve ever had. The first time we fucked, before she knew I was a dom, before we had discussed anything, she asked me to choke her and spit in her mouth.

(I’m currently seeing someone who gives Mia a run for her money. You know who you are. But before that, she was unrivalled.)

So for those of you new to kink, there are many different types of submissives. There are brats (defiant, courting punishment), worshippers (loving and totally subservient), innocents (trepidation, fake reluctance), models (like being posed, shown off, etc.), students, and all sorts of shades in between, plus many others. That’s not even starting with littles.

Mia was predominately a brat, but she switched between different submissive modes very quickly and easily. She had a special email account from which she would send me suggestions of things she wanted to happen, then act completely surprised when I did them.

So I was mystified when she borrowed my phone, and set a new event in my calendar. “Date with Mia”. June 13th. No explanation, nothing. Our sex life went on as normal, and when June 13th arrived, I got a text that told me to go to Mia’s apartment. That’s it.

By that point, she had given me a key to her apartment, so I let myself in. When I did, I saw that she had put all of her furniture in a second room. (Her family was fantastically wealthy- I think her dad designed circuit boards for Intel or something) The living room and kitchen area was bare. The lights were dim. I could smell incense and the whole place had a muggy, steamy feel.

The apartment was dark enough that I didn’t see her right away. She was dressed in a long dark robe and faded into the background, except for her face, which was painted bright white. It took me a minute to realize what I was looking at.

She had dressed herself up as a fucking geisha. And not a cheap Halloween costume either. While not necessarily authentic, she was definitely wearing a kimono and an obi.

To be perfectly honest, the first thought in my head was “you have too much god damn money.” But I thought that might break the mood, so I slipped off my shoes in silence.

“Welcome.” She gave me a crisp, professional smile and gestured towards the center of the room, where a small table sat with some tea implements. She had done a great job gathering materials, although I noticed that she poured the tea from a French press, but still.

We sat and she poured the tea for me. Now, I have never been to Japan, and the only thing I knew about Japanese tea ceremonies comes from an exhibit that was at the Seattle Art Museum briefly. But maybe because I knew something special was coming, I had an absolutely lovely time. Steam from the tea curled up from the snout of the kettle, and the warm room smelled like hibiscus and plum blossoms.

Mia’s form was no doubt a mess, but she moved with exaggerated grace, pouring tea, slipping my socks off and rubbing my feet, massaging my back. To be honest, I would have been perfectly happy had that part of the evening continued indefinitely.

RACEPLAY (AND DIRTY STUFF) STARTS HERE

But all good things come to an end, and sometimes better things follow. Mia had been teasing me all night, and by the time she was rubbing my legs, I had started to get hard in my slacks. They don’t exactly hide much, so as my cock snaked down my thigh, she ran her hands up to it and squeezed.

“I’m not supposed to tell you this, sir, but we have a special service for our white clients.” Her nimble little fingers walked their way up to my zipper and started pulling it down, agonizingly slowly. She smiled. “Free of charge, of course.”

Usually, I would grab her by her hair and impale her mouth with my cock, but the tenor of the evening was different. I felt the atmosphere called for slow, languorous fucking, almost aesthetic.

I stood up and let her pull down my pants. Instead of her usual all out tongue assault, she looked up at me with big doe eyes (she knew I loved this) and said, “Wow, sir. I’ve heard about white cocks, but never had one before. Will you be gentle?”

First, she breathed on it, a gust of hot breath, warmed by the tea. My cock jumped. She giggled, acting like a schoolgirl in an anime. Then, timidly, she stuck out her little pink tongue and licked the tip. She screwed up her face and said “Tastes funny.”

I fought the urge to say “Bitch, you know what my dick tastes like,” and instead smiled and said, “You’ll get used to it. Now open your mouth.”

“Yes, sir.”

Usually, her blowjobs were deliciously enveloping, active and accompanied by moaning. This time, she just opened her mouth as wide as she could and let me fuck it. Occasionally she would squeak, and occasionally her eyes would water, but for the most part she stayed perfectly still.

Once my cock was hard and slick, I released her head. As she recovered her breath, I very sensually and successfully removed her kimono (OK, so it took me like five goddamn minutes. Those things are complicated. Eventually she just did it herself.)

She lay on the hardwood floor, the kimono spread out in an almost perfect circle around her. She was relatively dark-skinned and stood out beautifully against the white linen. As I kneeled between her legs, she put a hand on my chest.

“I know I’m just a silly chink” (I winced at that, but she either didn’t notice or didn’t care) “but I’ve always wanted a white man to give me his seed.”

Sensing, perhaps, my hesitation, she looked up at me as I lined my cock up with her dripping wet cunt. “Please fuck this gook with your big white cock, sir.”

Again, I winced. Cause I knew that, by saying those words in that way, she was asking me to say them later. For a moment, the head of my cock was pressed lightly against her pussy lips.

But whatever she was, Mia was not indecisive. She wrapped her legs around me, and pulled me into her in one swift motion. Her arms went around my back, and she locked herself to me, slowly rolling her hips and pulling on my cock with her pussy.

We stayed like that for a moment. Then, dropping the pretense briefly, she whispered matter of factly in my ear, “It’s OK, I want it.”

“Your Asian cunt feels so good around my white cock.”

“Please, sir, give me that white cock. I know I don’t deserve it, but it feels so good.”

We fucked slowly, almost romantically, while I growled filthy things in her ear, and she squeaked and moaned. I called her my pretty Asian princess, my filthy Korean whore, and eventually, my nasty chink slut.

Every time I did, she would gasp and moan softly, like she was on the edge of fainting. “Please, choke my little chink neck. Please, daddy?”

I put my hand around her throat and pressed up into the crease around her jaw. (One of the ways that breathplay can be relatively safe. [Breathplay is never safe.]) She gasped and thrashed as I kept pounding her.

Unusually for us, we never changed positions. She lay on her back and I pounded into her for the better part of an hour. The entire time our eyes were locked on each other. She played the innocent, timid princess, and I was the big, scary white foreigner. It was slow, but intense, and with a definite level of threat and danger to it. Simmering, but not explosive.

We had been fluid-bonded for a while at that point, so when I came inside her my cock was bare. She gasped and arched her back, “Oh god! Oh god, your white cock is making me pregnant- I’m pregnant, I can feel it!”

Her makeup had smeared from my mandhandling of her face, and the kimono was bunched up around us.

Our aftercare was unusual that night, in that it mostly involved her comforting me. I’ve done some level of raceplay (black, Asian, middle eastern, even Slavic) many times since then, but I remain deeply conflicted about it. I find it hot because I find all power exchanges hot, but it still tugs at me. (I’m a bleeding heart lefty, and I’d call myself a feminist, except guys who call themselves feminists are usually scumbags.)

I’d love to hear from people who are into this and people who hate this. I am genuinely open to having my mind changed about whether this is OK, and I’m interested to learn more about why it’s hot to people.

Thank the lord for content warnings, though, right?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/96cr9s/the_one_where_my_friend_asked_for_raceplay

4 comments on “The One Where [M]y [F]riend Asked for Raceplay [Raceplay, obvs] [Impregnation]

  1. Not sure this is something I would ever be into but this is a very interesting (and hot) story! Thanks for sharing.

  2. Very interesting. I think you are right that it is very similar to CNC. I think it is like watching a show like Dexter. You get to experience a more broad range of perspectives. Things that have become social taboo in the real world, can be lived out in the bedroom. I think it makes for deeper, more holistic view of the world.

  3. I think the fact that it was HER idea (the one being dominated/used/”race-fucked”, w/e) makes everything pretty simple and much easier to handle. If the idea was originally yours, I could understand having mixed feelings about it. It’s really just another form of domination which has a place in the bedroom between consenting adults but not really in society.

    Two things: “Lefty’s” aren’t the only ones who respect other cultures and see us all as equals. And non-militant, rational feminism (again, about equality and not revenge) is perfectly fine. It appears you’re talking about the men that use feminism as a means to ingratiate themselves with women, and yes, they’re scumbags. Thing is though, when speaking specifically about feminism, if it’s the female’s idea to do these things, that pretty much eliminates any argument involving misogyny.

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