**WARNING:** This story contains elements of raceplay and subjects that might be considered offensive to some. I do not condone any racism in real life and anyone that thinks one race is actually superior to another is wrong. Fantasy is fun for exploring otherwise taboo subjects and thoughts but some should ultimately stay there, in fantasy.
**NOTE**: This story explores white and Asian pairings and features some questionable language. If you want to avoid or it’s not your thing, I understand and encourage you not to read. If this is your thing, I hope you enjoy. Feedback appreciated.
Erin rubbed slow circles around her clit, stifling a gasp with a bite of her lip and inhaling a sharp breath through her small, freckled nose. In her other hand, the shapely blonde held her phone, her favorite hook up app pulled up onto the screen, where the image of a shirtless, grinning Asian man stared back at her. Her thighs drifted further apart, and her fingers dipped lower toward her slick folds.
“What about him?” she said and angled the screen toward her boyfriend. He sat in a chair next to her pumping his cock in a steady, controlled pace. But despite her boyfriend’s exposure, her eyes only flitted to his to acknowledge him looking before returning to the picture and profile. She slid two fingers into herself and added, “I bet I could get him to send a picture of his dick.”
A slimy stream of precum spilt out from Eli’s tip and he increased the speed of his jacking when his girlfriend skillfully typed out a message with one hand while continuing to finger-fuck herself with the other. It was hot enough watching her jill off. Her naked body reclined on their bed; sandy blonde hair splayed out around her shoulders. Under normal circumstances, just the sight of her spread legs and wet pussy made him horny with lust. Add in her own mounting arousal over messaging a stranger for a dick pic, specifically some Asian dude, and Eli’s climax was barreling forward like a bullet train.
However, he wasn’t quite ready for that train to make its stop just yet. At least not until he got to see his girlfriend writhing and wailing in orgasm over her new, racial fetish. He knew every part of it was wrong, twisted, and downright fucked up, but that just made his eruptions even more explosive. He hunched lower into the desk chair and continued watching his girlfriend pleasure herself.
“Mmpf.” Erin’s back arched and then straightened as a pulse of pleasure flashed through her. A low moan reverberated from her throat. She resumed strumming her buzzing clit and scanned through some more pictures of her potential “date.” She drank in the sight of his smooth, hairless chest, his trim but not muscled physique, but it was his light bronze skin and almond eyes that caused her walls to clamp tighter on her fingers. The features that defined his ethnicity. She returned to their messages, her lust-drunk eyes falling on the last one outright asking him to for a picture of his prick. She gave her cunt a break to squeeze at her breast and pinch at her nipples. “Come on. Let me see that hot uncut cock.”
Up until this past spring, Erin never really showed that much interest in Asian men. She only ever dated white guys, Eli the most recent in a rather short list of them. But she loved Asian culture, grew up on various anime and manga. When she was given the opportunity earlier this year to study abroad in Japan, she jumped at the chance to experience that culture firsthand. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. To pass it up would be foolish, but both her and Eli worried that the distance might strain their relationship. They hadn’t been together long, but neither wanted to breakup. So, they decided instead on a “temporary separation,” intending on getting back together once she returned.
Erin mainly made the proposal for Eli’s benefit, not wanting him to feel guilty if he strayed. Though, the fucking she gave him before she left was aimed at making sure no other girl measured up while she was away, letting loose with some debaucherous dirty talk that she was dying to explore once she got back. Erin herself had planned to remain celibate the entire time. She had intended to focus on school, the culture, and that was it. She had doubted anyone there would catch her eye.
She had never expected to develop an insatiable lust and desire for Asian cock.
The first few weeks, she stuck to her plan. Studying, exploring the city, sampling the delicious cuisine, practicing the language. Then everything changed her fifth week. During a train ride to the student apartments after a day shopping.
The trains were one thing about Japan that Erin didn’t love. Always crowded and jammed full of people, they made her feel like a sardine. That day especially. People surrounded her on all sides, pressing against her, clothes and fingertips brushing the tops of her thighs. Erin wasn’t tall, only about five-foot-six, but that put her around the same height as many of the men in the country and quite a few inches taller than most women. Because of this, people’s hands bumping against her was all too common. What wasn’t as common was what happened next: a set of fingers deliberately stroking across the back of her leg.
Erin’s breath had caught in her throat. Certainly she hadn’t felt what she thought she did. But even as that notion crossed her mind, the touch returned… and lingered. The hand landed on her bare thigh and stayed there, squeezing at the athletic flesh. With a pile of bags in one hand and the other clutching at the handrail, there was little Erin could do unless she dropped her haul and slapped at the stranger’s arm. She was debating how to respond, hesitating over making a scene, when the stranger grew bolder and shifted his grip higher, running up under her skirt and toward the back of her panties.
She needed to let go of her bags, to cry out or force herself through the throng and away from this pervert. She should feel violated, disgusted. Instead, with every movement of the stranger’s hand closer to her ass, Erin felt more and more turned on. In an almost out-of-body experience, she saw herself standing there in the train while some Asian guy groped her, took advantage of her, and it made her pussy quiver. He was almost touching her ass, the edge of his index finger cresting the bottom curve of her butt. The way his hand was positioned, his thumb rested along her inner thigh, and she imagined he could sense the heat emanating from her mound.
He was almost there. Some random Japanese stranger was about to get his hands on her.
Instead of stopping it, Erin did nothing, letting it — no, wanting it — to happen.
His hand moved up, his finger sliding just past the edge of her panties… and then stopping. She almost groaned in disappointment. But then he curled his index finger back and pushed it up under the garment, coming into direct contact with her bare ass.
Erin’s legs nearly gave out.
She caught herself and her depraved train-mate ventured onward, scaling the globes of her ass in a burst of movement. He slipped the rest of his fingers under her panties and palmed her butt cheek, filling almost his entire hand with the pert flesh. A total stranger was touching her ass. A total Japanese stranger was touching bare ass. His thumb, still on the outside of her underwear, landed on her slit. There was no question on whether he could feel the moisture that had soaked into her panties.
Knowing she was enjoying his violation of her and confirming that she wasn’t going to stop him, the man took it as permission and squeezed and kneaded her ass with his fingers and palm. He spread his digits wide, spanning the cheek and grasping at it, bunching the back of her panties up so the entire luscious globe would be exposed after he removed his hand. But right then, she didn’t want him to. If anything, she wanted him to slip his thumb into her panties as well, shove it into her wet hole and thumb-fuck her to orgasm while he molested her. She didn’t know why but the fact that some random Japanese guy took it upon himself to use her butt like his personal plaything drove her wild with excitement. It sent her mind and pussy into a spin.
She hung her head, not in shame but panting arousal, and pushed back into his continued assault. His fingers got an intimate assessment of every inch of her behind until with a subtle lurch the train came to its next stop. His hand cupped her butt cheek and she felt his breath on her ear as he leaned toward her.
“Gaijin whore,” he hissed. Then he jerked his hand out of her panties and exited the train, leaving her a soaking, quivering mess.
In the bustle happening around her, Erin had taken the opportunity to compose herself, slyly reaching under her skirt to pull the edge of her panties back down over her butt. The student apartments were still a few stops away and her heart pounded in her chest and her loins shuddered with need the entire way. By the time she got to her room, she was thankful her roommate was nowhere to be seen.
She tossed her bags to the floor, collapsed onto her bed, and dove fingers to her dripping slit and hard clit. She masturbated furiously while replaying events again and again in her head, envisioning watching herself get molested by a random Japanese man, his Eastern hands all over her white ass. As she got closer to climax, she repeated his words like a mantra — “gaijin whore… gaijin whore…” — until she peaked and grunted out through gritted teeth and in a string of broken Japanese, “I’m a foreign whore.”
The experience on the train changed her, and she added a new program to her curriculum: Asian Obsession. Where before Erin never looked twice at Asian men, she found herself eyeing them more and more while abroad, taking note of their features and imagining them having their way with her white body. During downtime, she searched for Asian porn and masturbated to it, browsed for pictures of amateur Asian dick and fingered herself while fantasizing they were pumping into her in that moment. And when she rode the train, she kept hoping for a repeat encounter. She dreamed of another passenger taking advantage of the crowded car to grope at her ass. She fantasized about reaching behind to grasp at his cock, beating him off until he stepped forward, tugged at her panties, and spewed a hot load all over her bare butt cheeks.
It never happened, and it took only a week of disappointment and rising, overflowing need for her to download a hook-up app. She fucked her first Asian cock that very night.
In the back room of a sake bar — her date paying off the bartender after she leaned over, placed her hand on his crotch, and whispered in Japanese, “I want to feel your Asian dick pound my white pussy” — Erin succumbed to her newfound fetish. Still in their clothes, she let him fuck her cunt with frantic, hard thrusts, her face twisted in close-eyed ecstasy. She felt so dirty and more turned on than she’d ever had been previously getting slam-fucked while standing up by a Japanese guy she just met.
For the next couple weeks, Erin dedicated time to going out and satiating her hunger for Asian dick. Sometimes they’d have a real date and grab some dinner. Other times, she just met them at their place. Occasionally, she just went out searching. Every time, it ended with her on her back or on her knees moaning in pleasure and cumming in waves.
The entire time she also indulged in the dirty talk that she discovered she enjoyed with Eli before she left, calling herself all sorts of names and begging them in Japanese to treat her like their gaijin slut and white whore. They all obliged, relishing in treating her rough and jackhammering her cunt, humping her face, or especially fucking her tits. Most of the men she encountered loved ogling and groping her ample breasts, the size of large grapefruits with nipples a touch darker than her skin. Less than average back home but well above so here. Her cleavage also engulfed many of their cocks and the feeling of cum spewing into the valley after a round of tit-fucking made her impossibly wet.
Erin’s outings had stopped with about three weeks left to go in her trip. For one, her schoolwork picked up and as much as she enjoyed uncovering the parts of Japan that she didn’t know would interest her, her college courses came first. For another, she found a steady source to satisfy her other needs right there in class.
Since arriving in Japan, Erin had taken notice of a classmate named Kenji that she suspected had a crush on her. She had caught him glancing her direction a few times, darting his eyes away whenever she looked over, and he had accidentally liked a bikini photo of her late one night. She had paid him no mind during the early parts of her trip, but when those desires within her came out, she suddenly began eyeing him just as much as he was eyeing her. His straight black hair and dark eyes entered her fantasies. She imagined him jerking off to that picture of her that he liked, and it made her shiver in delight. Wanting to give him more to beat off to, she made sure to hunch over her desk in low cut tops in front of him and “absent-mindedly” rock her legs open and close while wearing skirts so he could sneak a peek at her panties.
In those last three weeks, students had to partner with a classmate, and knowing he was too shy to approach her, she came up to him. She sucked his cock every day for the next three weeks. Since he was a local, she went over to his place to work on their project together, and she loved sitting him in his desk chair while she got between his knees, rested her forearms on his thighs, and bobbed her head up and down in his lap. She took extra enjoyment in doing it naked with him fully clothed and then spending the rest of their work session nude, waiting till he got hard again so they could have sex.
It never took him very long.
While Kenji really liked her tits — the way they hung down when bending over a book or how they sat on her chest when she was relaxing on the couch — he was fascinated by her bush. She had stopped shaving herself bare since pubic hair was a sign of maturity in Japan. She instead opted to keep her lips and clit clear and bush merely maintained rather than nonexistent. Light, sandy blonde curls wasn’t something Kenji was used to however — compared to Japanese women — and he found them rather appealing.
When sitting together and reading, his hand eventually trailed its way across her thighs, over her stomach, and then down into her bush. He’d play at her hair, making her smile as his fingers slinked their way lower and lower until he was toying with her lips. He wasn’t very good, clearly inexperienced, but Erin moaned like a whore over the fact that it was Kenji clumsily fingering her.
It was usually around that time that she’d undress him, and a few minutes later, she’d be bent over on the couch or on her back with him pumping at her.
Despite his enthusiasm over getting to fuck her, or maybe because of it, Kenji was reluctant to degrade her in the way she desired… at least at first. It took a while, but she managed to chip away at his pedestal-like view of her. He saw her as something to adore and dote over, and the idea of demeaning her went against his every instinct. But Erin needed it. Not just because it turned her on, but also because she didn’t want to leave him lovelorn when she eventually returned to the states.
It took a few seductive sucks of his dick, some self-degrading words of her own, and a couple well-timed cries of pleasure, but their last week together had him humping away while spewing all sorts of filth at her.
“Cum on my Japanese dick, you foreign whore,” he’d say, his hand slapping and gripping at her ass. “Are all white women sluts like you?”
“Yes,” she’d pant in response, rocking herself backward onto his cock. “We’re all sluts. Sluts for Asian dick… especially me.”
All this from a guy who weeks before had said he couldn’t believe he got to see a girl like her naked and that she’d go down on him.
The more Erin had experienced Asian cocks the deeper her obsession and interest ran. Despite almost every guy she slept with having on average a smaller cock than Eli — except for one rather endowed gentleman who made up for a lack of length with toe-curling girth — she grew to prefer them over bigger ones. She loved the way they fit inside her, filling her up just enough and rubbing against her g-spot; that she could take all of them into her mouth and get face-fucked with ease; and how it felt when they erupted between her breasts, buried and smothered in a fleshy tunnel. Like Goldilocks and her porridge, the buxom blonde found Asian dicks just right.
Their size also allowed her to do something she had never done with other men. A few days before her trip ended, she let Kenji fuck her ass.
A few boyfriends wanted to try it with her, including Eli, but the thought of it had always made her nervous. But when Kenji showed interest, she had slavered all over his dick to get it nice and wet and then had let him pop her anal cherry. She had moaned when he pushed himself all the way into her.
They did it again one more time before she left, but she’d indulged in that particular act a number of times since, although only with Asian men. Her backdoor definitely had an Asian cock only policy. Their cocks stretched her enough to feel good but not hurt, and the fact that she allowed only Asian guys to do it brought her to new, twisted heights of arousal.
“Oh fuck, yes!” Erin gasped, her hand abandoning her tits and darting back between her legs. In her messages, a picture of a guy’s cock filled the screen, the tip of his dick peeking out just past his foreskin. Her eyes clouded with lust and mouth parted into an ‘o’ of excitement, she frigged at her clit like a madwoman. All her teasing and build-up exploded out in a frenzy of fingers now that she got to see his prick. She imagined her lips around it, the guy it belonged to above her, his dark eyes staring down at her. Her white mouth a slutty hole for his Asian prick. “Mmm, mmm, mmmhmmm! Unngh… mmmMMmm… FUCK!”
Erin’s hips launched off the bed, her pussy humping into the air. Eli found her so hot when she climaxed, so dick-strainingly erotic. Her shapely thighs and calves kept her elevated as she came, her fingers still flying over her clit and wet lips, and her face became a mask of desperate need. Not to mention her heavy tits, small nipples hard and vibrating in motion with her body. What made it even better for him — though he knew it shouldn’t — was what made her cum like this. The latest in a line of Asian cocks she was going to fuck.
Eli’s hand jacked faster, pumping at his erection. He wanted to cum so badly. In previous occasions, this was more than enough to set him off, and just another handful of strokes would do it, but he knew Erin wanted something else for him, something she’d been working toward and hoping for. With a groan, he stopped his jerking. Precum leaked from his tip, his cockhead shiny and slick and throbbing. He worked to catch his breath as Erin collapsed onto the mattress, her phone falling facedown onto her tit, rising up and down from her heaving breathing.
She turned her hazy eyes to him. “Find anyone yet?”
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