A reader wanted me to repost one of my old stories

You messaged me through the “Contact” page on this blog to repost this, so here it is.

For the record, I don’t think I a good writer of this stuff (that’s what the List of pros on this blog is for) , and I was actually somewhat relieved when this got deleted.  But just because you requested it reposted, here it is for what it might be worth to anyone. 

By the way, the repeated passages were supposed to be like a blending of time and chronology that all mixed together and formed new events but was probably uncalled for to try anything fancy in a sex story. Or it might have worked out better in more capable hands. 

 

Sweet Summer Sweat

by AMWFLoveFetish

 

Kang kept kissing her panting pink lips and making her breathe harder and hotter as his cum-dripping pussy-soaked Korean cock throbbed to life again. Caucasian pussy had such an effect on Kang’s libido from his first time to the present. He couldn’t fuck one just once. And now, he was hot and lusty and ready to continue fucking her swollen red pussy some more, and re-enter his blissful state of sexual heaven.

Kang massaged his lover’s deliciously sweaty, milky White flesh as his hands pulled her long dark hair in a fisted pull and twisted her head up so he could claim her mouth inside his own, to taste her.

He could taste traces of his cum still on her mouth from when she swallowed him down earlier that night, but he was past caring about that; he just wanted to taste her. He knew she could taste her delicious sweet pussy, too. They reveled in tasting each other as their hands explored and claimed the other’s body as their own to sexually use. Kang was lost in fucking her juice-and-sweat-bleeding little White girl pussy as it clenched tight and swollen around his mercilessly pumping Korean cock that couldn’t get enough of her pussy. It needed to be joined to her; inside her; deep, deep, deeper into her precious White girl pussy. He wanted to be good for her; Kang wanted to fuck this delicious White girl’s precious little beautiful pink pussy so good, so deep, so hard, so raw, she pisses in cum and squirts her loving submission to his intense loving worship of her body.

The Korean-American’s gratefully ecstatic moans of pleasure as he fucked his White girl’s wet leaking pussy increasingly turned into louder, faster, more intense groans, then full-out grunts of dominant lust as he held her sweat-drenched White body down on the soaked and disheveled mattress and demon-fucked her willing body and took pleasure in how loudly he could make her scream her satisfaction from his cum-throbbing Asian dick taking its lustful desires out on her flesh— inside her sensuously desecrated pussy, so pink and drenched in his potent hot milky Korean cream he was going to flood as deep inside her cunt as her swelling pink pussy would swallow.

The Korean worshipped her White body as he fucked her so hungrily and intensely. Their sweat blissfully mixing together as they fucked each other in shameless, sexually proud and loving lust— looking deep into each other’s eyes. She, admiring his almond-shaped dark Asian eyes that shone with an immense compassion and ancient tender dominance; and he being in breathless wonder at the beauty of the endless colors her Caucasian eyes could seemingly change into in the light.

“I love fucking you,” Kang breathlessly panted into her mouth as he leaned in and held the back of her head for the deep kiss as he continued pumping her pussy hard and relentless. Merciless. Lovingly worshipful of her pussy with his Asian dick pistoning her pink cum-juice-leaking White girl pussy…

“I love fucking your pretty pink pussy so fucking much,” Kang whispered gratefully into her ear as he grabbed a fistful of her long smooth sex-drenched hair as his golden-tan sweating Asian body pressed on top of hers, on top of her heavily sweating Caucasian body, his chest mashing and flattening her sweaty breasts as he pumped his Asian cock down harder and more lustful into her pussy. He kept kissing her mouth deeply as he fucked her pussy slow and deep— slow and deeeep— slooooow— deeep— Korean cock into Caucasian pink pussy… Lips to lips, hips to hips, and their cumming together timed by the heat of their lust.

Slow and deep.

Slow and deep.

The lustfully masculine Korean man matched his thrusts to match his worshipful kissing and tasting of the White girl’s lips and mouth.

Their kisses became more wet. More spit. More spit.

They tasted and drank each other’s lust, mouth to mouth.

Hips to hips.

Cock to cunt.

Cock to pussy.

Golden-honey tan to White’s sexy swollen sweaty pink.

Korean to Caucasian.

Man to Woman.

Thrust to thrust.

Thrust to thrust.

Faster. Harder.

HARDER.

HARDER

HARDER

HARDER FASTER HARDER FASTER HARD FAST

HARD FAST HARD FAST

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!! FUCK me!” Kang finally got the White bitch to submit her pussy to his power-fucking.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME FUCKME FUCKME GOD!! FUUUUCK!!” she kept screaming, her body bypassing her brain and her mouth shouting what her pussy was feeling:

TOTAL WORSHIP TO THE KOREAN COCK.

Kang finally felt he’d earned his right to cum inside her holy pink pussy. Sweat poured down the Korean’s temple and chest, arms and golden-glistening lean muscular body as he reflexively clenched his eyes tight shut and all the blood flooded to his pelvic area and he was rocketing his thrusts to orgasm deep inside the submitted White woman’s thoroughly-fucked apart cunt.

Kang’s love offering in worship of her pussy was ready to pour into her.

Kang’s Korean cock was throbbing so painfully in sexual worship to her as his bedroom goddess and the pleasure reached past its heated boiling point. He had to cum. He wanted to cum. She begged for his cum.

“CUM!” she begged for it. “Cum with me! Cum for me! Cum in me!”

Her voice and her words, her words and her voice and the impassioned intent fueling her demands made Kang fuck her pussy even harder.

God, she was so beautiful in her lust.

She was so sexy begging, pleading, DEMANDING his milky Asian cum inside her White pussy.

Her precious pink wet pussy.

God, she was so beautiful being fucked so dirty.

God, she was… GOD to him right now.

She was so feminine.

She was such a WOMAN. He loved her for showing, revealing not only her naked body to him, but also the vulnerability of her soul. His hands massaged her milky White breasts in both hands as he worshipped and drank from her with such a tenderness that contrasted the power with which he fucked her.

This and more was why Kang felt sex wasn’t truly SEX unless he was fucking an Asian-dick-loving White woman.

“You want me to cum?” Kang panted lustfully as he locked into soul-gazing eye-contact with his now-submissive little White fuckwhore as her own eyes begged him to cum.

“God, please fill me up!” she begged, lust and yearning pleading in her so feminine voice. “Please fill my little pussy up in cum! Shoot your children inside me,” she loved talking so filthy like a total slut. It was such an added turn-on to her and her pussy was responding by leaking even wetter.

“I want you to cum inside my pussy, please do it!” she begged his eyes as their foreheads touched each other’s in tight, hard, sweaty embrace.

Mattress shaking.

Pussy quivering.

Bedsprings squeaking.

Her squealing in full feminine pleasures.

Kang shouted his pent-up lusts that built inside him over the entire year as he gripped her sweaty White flesh tightly against his own honey-golden tanned body and exploded while cumming deep in the suctioning mouth of her holy pink pussy what was his hardest of the night— maybe even the hardest orgasmic cumming of his life:

“GOD!! FUUUUUCK, I LOVE YOU!!”

Kang flooded her worshipping White Goddess pussy with streams and streams of hot milky Asian sperm, his own “Korean Cream,” his liquid children swimming inside the overflowing pool of pearly white cum that was so sexily spilling out of the equally-grateful White woman’s glistening pussy.

Kang thought the sight of his Korean cum dominating and staining her gorgeous White Girl Pussy was the most beautiful thing he could see in this life.

He slowly dipped his Asian dick back inside her pussy and slowly pulled out again, and slowly reinserted himself into her. He made her moan long and drawn out each time he did this, and he repeated the action, savoring how good her heavenly pussy made him feel such sexual divinity by his loving conquest and her acceptance of him as an Asian man.

Kang slowly pulled his penis out of her soaked and sperm-filled pussy and savored how good she feels by rubbing the engorged and post-cum ultra-sensitive head of his Korean cock over her pussy lips, teasing at the entrance, and rubbing his cum-leaking sensitive cockhead and pisshole over her swollen clit, also ultra-sensitive in their shared post-fuck afterglow.

They held each other’s bodies tighter and Kang let her lie on top of him, her body clammy and limp from his ravishing her in consensual, begged-for, but near-practical rape from the intensity and passion of his lust-fucking this White girl and exploring her offered-up body.

They held each other in the unbearable heat and sweat. The clammy sticky sheets and sex-soaked mattress. Their shared bodyheat burning, scorching them up.

All of the mixed milky juices leaking down out of her used-up cumbucket pussy, and onto Kang’s fleshy cock, like the waters were desperately trying to return to their bottled-up source.

It made Kang smile.

He felt so happy.

She accepted his Asian cum…

She ACCEPTED him.

She accepted him as an Asian Man, fucking her.

Earlier, she had even she swallowed his Asian sperm. She told him he tasted so good.

…That single act alone meant so much to Kang.

He felt such complete happiness and thanked her so much.

He hugged her body close and brushed back her damp hair, and looked with deep affection and thankfulness into her smiling sex-exhausted eyes.

Kang kissed her lips with such thankful thirst. Tasting her. Tasting her lips. Lightly sucking her top lip— then her bottom lip— then both. Drinking in her sweet salty satisfaction as their sticky post-fuck bodies continued to mix fluids and sweat.

Kang’s hands savored every touch and grope on her milky, sweaty White skin as they made their way from her head, through her long hair, around her neck, on her shoulders, down her long arched back, and curved down to rub her tight round petite little ass; Kang squeezed his handfuls commandingly and thrust up as he pushed his hands cupping and gripping her lovely lithe White girl ass down to offer his cock shelter inside the holy-water-wet warmth of her dripping hot pussy.

The Korean plunged himself upward and inside her pussy as he forced her ass down to take his dick and bless his sinful cock with another baptizing wave of her holy cuntal waters she spilled onto his cockhead and inside his open-mouthed pisshole.

Kang felt her body shake against his chest as he sensuously massaged the cheeks of her ass while thrusting more forcefully upward deeper into her quivering cunt to accept her showering squirts of pussy rain— her love nectar. Kang made his White woman cum. He felt she genuinely loved him, now.

The Asian finally felt worthy of her and the sinfully sensual pleasures her holy body offered so generously to him.

Kang felt like a king. An Emperor. He finally felt like a legitimate, intimate, MAN.

The Korean felt accepted by her; he finally found a White woman who truly accepted every part of him, deeply.

Kang felt LOVED.

He kissed her delicate pink lips— such sweet, feminine lips— and kissed her forehead as she hugged his body so tight and moaned “Thank you,” into his chest as she leaked out streams of her squirt that sent such intense tremors shooting from her swollen soaked pussy through her body. The thought that he so thoroughly satisfied her body in such a way was much too arousing for the Korean, and he spilled more watery sperm-milk out of his dick and internally painted her holy pink pussy walls with his Korean DNA.

Saranghae

“Sah-lahng-heh,” Kang so gratefully moaned in ecstasy, moaning the words of sexually thankful worship and love to soak permanently deep into her White skin.

“I love you.”

Her tight pink suction-action pussy used all of her cuntal muscles, walls, linings, folds and lips to milk every last milky drop of his hot Asian semen out of Kang’s Korean cock and swollen cum-bursting testicles. She rode him to squeeze every last trace of his scorching hot lusty spunk out of his dick and into her greedy pussy-mouth. Her suction-pussy SQUISHED and SPLASHED nastily erotic sloppy wet sounds of their sexual holy filth. She milked him so lovingly, Kang felt like her tight wet pussy lips were giving him as nastily pleasurable a blowjob as her mouth slobberingly offered his cock such whole-hearted oral worship earlier that night.

They lay together, her still on top of him, sexually exhausted, and drenched through the skin to the bone in more than mere sweat. More than a thorough orgasmic cocktail mix of even more intimate fluids. It was though the sex between them had temporarily bonded their very souls to each other for as long as they remained connected cock-to-pussy, and intertwined in heated embrace.

And they continued kissing and tasting each other on their lips again, as they began their night doing… so many hours ago, before their clothes came ripping off.

PART 2:

“DISASTER MOVIE, DISASTER DATE”

EARLIER THAT DAY

“Hold the door, please!” shouted the Korean-American Kang, waving the multiple plastic grocery bags being carried at once by his lean muscular arms. He made a light jog toward the open elevator door, where he hoped the current occupants would do the polite thing and hold the door for him to get inside.

Unfortunately— the current occupants inside the lift were three college-aged White girls, who mockingly laughed at the Korean carrying so many bags, and they flipped Kang off with their manicured middle fingers as one of them hit the Close Door button and another White girl used her two middle fingers to pull the outer corners of her eyes back into tight slits to give Kang the “chink eye” face— more insulting than their middle finger gestures, even, and totally unprovoked.

But this was America, and Kang was an Asian man, so he wasn’t too surprised at the insultingly rude and racist reception… but all the same, he could still never get used to it, even after so many years of having so similar incidents happen to him. He wondered why he even tried to be so civil toward such people who viewed him as a race held in such contempt for no reason.

“Well, fuck you too, you unhelpful racist bleach-haired bitches,” Kang muttered as he abruptly halted his jog in front of the elevator doors that had just shut closed in front of his face with a cruelly mocking dull metallic thud.

Kang took out his controlled frustration by elbowing the elevator Up button on the wall panel. Kang looked to the side and decided he would rather take the stairs instead of waiting to get in the same tight space where those hateful bitches breathed the same air. Fuck that. Plus, Kang liked that the physical activity of jogging up the stairs carrying his weights in the form of the multiple heavy bags.

As he entered the stairwell and began his jog up the steps up multiple floors, Kang couldn’t help but still feel the bitter racial sting of the group of mean girls’ mocking him like he wasn’t even a human being with feelings worthy of respect or decent human kindness. Kang knew if he was any other race except an Asian man in this country, those girls wouldn’t have gone out of their way to be so insulting and unhelpful just for merely asking them to hold a door open so he could ride the elevator when they clearly saw he was carrying so many things and obviously needed that elevator ride.

Kang took the steps faster and ran harder. Kang bought all these groceries in preparation for a date he had that night— his first date in over a year since his last breakup— and it was a date with a woman who happened to be a White girl… just like those racist group of bitches in the elevator. Kang’s excitement about his upcoming date soured. This most recent incident made Kang wonder if it was a White woman’s inherent nature to view Asian men in such contempt. Kang wondered if she even deserved to have him treat their date with such careful preparation if that was the case: if she was really like those other White girls who just flipped him off and gave him the “chink-eye”… Was she even looking forward to this date with him the same way he was in anticipation of meeting her?

Kang slowed his flight up the stairs as he seriously pondered this.

He stopped completely and caught his breath as the answer he knew in his heart slowly manifested clearer and clearer in his mind…

“Most likely Not…”

Kang felt something deeper and duller, yet more piercing to his heart than bitter disappointment.

Kang didn’t hear the light footsteps coming down the steps until a woman dressed to go jogging almost ran into him as she came around the turn.

“Oh!” she exclaimed and abruptly stopped herself before colliding into Kang.

“Sorry, there!” she smiled. Kang immediately liked her smile, it was the complete opposite reaction and reception he just got from those other rude bitches; her smile was unusually warm and inviting; accepting.

“Here, let me help you with those,” the kind woman offered Kang, reaching her hand out and taking all the plastic grocery bags in Kang’s right hand.

“Oh, no, I got ’em, thanks—” Kang started to say, gripping his right-hand bags tighter so as not to trouble this kind woman.

“C’mon, nobody carries so many bags at once— not even when I go shopping for shoes,” the woman joked. Kang couldn’t help but chuckle and smile, hers being so infectious. It immediately lifted his mood, a much needed change in luck, actually.

He let her have the bags, and she then divided the load between her own two hands and she put her back to the wall and motioned with her ponytailed head for Kang to lead the way up to his apartment.

“What floor you on?” she asked.

“Third,” Kang told her as he moved past her and up the stairs. They talked as they made their way up the remaining two floors, and Kang liked how talking with her was very natural and easy-going. He didn’t meet too many people like her, no matter the gender or age or race.

“I’m Kang, by the way. I really appreciate the help, you didn’t have to, you know.”

“I know,” she said. “But I want to. It’s nice to meet someone who still uses the stairs. Was the elevator busted?”

“No, just some busted-ass people inside got a laugh by not holding the door open for me when I called to them.”

“Oh, I hate bastards like that. Guys can be such assholes around here,” she said.

Kang didn’t tell her they were White girls— like her— or that they were racist to him. He just nodded his agreement they were fucked up people.

“Oh, my name’s Jenna by the way,” she added. “Jenna, or Jen. But don’t call me Jenny-Jen, I hate that.”

“Who calls you that?”

“Sometimes those annoying-as-hell ‘DudeBro’ type guys around here tend to do that just because.”

“Well which do you prefer: Jenna or Jen?”

“I actually like Jenna. That’s like the real version, you know?”

They walked up another floor.

“But Jenna’s just a nickname. My real name’s actually Jessica,” said Jenna-Jen-or-Jessica.

Kang couldn’t help but laugh. Loud.

Jenna-Jen-Jessica laughed pretty uncontrollably too in reaction.

“I’m sure there’s a story behind that, but I won’t ask,” Kang smiled as they took another corner and another flight of stairs.

“I know, right? My life can be pretty goofy, I guess,” she laughed, following him.

“OK, so what do you want me to call you: Jenna, or Jessica?”

“For you… You can call me Jess.”

They shared another laugh as they entered the third floor hallway.

“Which door’s yours?” asked Jess. They now had enough space in the hall to walk side by side. Kang caught Jess stealing sideways glances at his body, and he was sure she definitely intercepted as many of his own stolen appreciative looks at her as well.

“I’m in 3A,” said Kang pointing down the end of the hall— a nice walking distance away, allowing them a nice enough slow walk to spend some more time in each other’s company before they had to part.

“That’s easy to remember,” Jess smiled. “Three A’s, like Triple-A.”

Kang thought she had such lovely, lively, delicately sweet pink lips. Her skin, lightly sweated, enjoyed a sensuously healthy shine. Her body was like a fine ripe peach’s juicy insides that the Korean wanted to lick, suck and taste deeply; Kang bet she had such a juicily beautiful smooth pink pussy. White girls had the most visually beautiful pussies in creation; her skin was so smooth and light. Kang suddenly wished he could taste her just once… Her eyes shone with a bright inner light. Kang was getting hard, and he was thankful he had the big bags to hide his big bulge raging in his pants, pushing and pitching the fabric at the crotch into a tent.

“So,” Jess coyly but boldly began to ask. “Do you always buy so many groceries for like a month’s supply at a time, or are you having a party or something?”

“Actually, I have a date tonight, and I wanted to do something special,” Kang told her with a sideways smile. An embarrassed smile.

“This is gonna sound sad, but it’s my first date in over a year,” Kang admitted.

“OW, whoa!” Jess exclaimed, genuinely taken aback— or was she repulsed? Kang immediately regretted telling her that. She probably thinks he’s a Loser-Reject-Creepo Guy now. Value done dropped, bro. Dropped the ball, too. Surprised she didn’t drop the bags and storm off.

“I’m just now getting over a breakup,” Kang tried to recover his fumble, but his words came out too late, too fast, and too mumbled.

Game Over, bro.

“That’s sad,” Jess said. “I’ve been in nasty breakups too. My last ex cheated on me, so that took a long time to get back my self-esteem,” Jess admitted. Or lied. Kang couldn’t believe any man would for real cheat on her.

“A man actually had you, then cheated on you? Seriously?”

“Yeah. But it’s OK now. I took his father’s prized golf club to his irreplaceable luxury watch collection that’s been in his family for decades, and then broke the golf club too. And he doesn’t know it, but I also scrubbed the shit-and-piss stains from the inside of his toilet bowl with his toothbrush. So the cheating fucker’s shit-eating grin is very literal!” Jess finished nonchalantly, triumphantly, and laughed her head off.

Kang’s hard-on began deflating as the blood rushed back up to his head that housed his brain instead of his cum-filled balls.

God, were all White American women completely fucked up in the head, or what? This seemingly-kind but secretly-crazy White woman next to him was probably some sociopath capable of some really fucked up crimes if she went on a scorned vengeance. A woman like her probably thinks “Gone Girl” is the ideal romantic comedy.

Kang stopped in his tracks and abruptly insisted on taking back his bags from her midway to his door at the end of the hall.

“Jess” sheepishly handed over the bags in her hands back to Kang. She pointed appreciatively at Kang’s arms.

“You Asian guys like to keep your muscles hidden, don’t you? I like your arms— they’re muscular and veiny… I like your skin, it looks all golden, tan, and bronzey… How come you don’t flaunt your muscles like some other guys, though?”

Kang awkwardly looked at her, blinking several times in the resulting silence.

Very awkward silence…

“OK, well… If you ever need another hand or two carrying groceries— I’m down,” she smiled. Then jumped to add: “Like, literally— I’m down: I’m one floor below you. I’m in 2-D,” Jess offered. “2-D… That’s easy to remember, too. ‘2-D,’ like—”

“‘2-D,’ like ‘Two-Dimensional,'” Kang completed.

“I was thinking ‘2-D,’ like… ‘Double-D’… but that works, too, yeah,” Jess said. “Not that I’m a Double-D,” she added. “Or even a single D. Or even SINGLE… But— you know.”

Kang didn’t.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Jessica,” Kang waved. “You’re very kind, and that’s a rare thing around here.”

Jen’s smile momentarily revealed her disappointment, but she recovered before Kang caught it.

“Good luck on your date,” Jessica gave him a quaint thumbs-up. Kang smiled his appreciation and thanks.

Jessica waved back and slowly turned to walk in the opposite end of the hallway. A group of Dude Bros entered the hall and turned their heads to scope out her petite little ass as they passed each other.

“Nice ass, sweetcheeks,” the Lead Dude Bro told her with a grin.

“Drop dead, fuckface,” Jessica told him as she kept walking.

“Fucking dyke. Go munch some carpet muff… Bitch,” said the Lead Dude Bro as his Fellow Dude Bros laughed and exchanged fist-bumps for no reason.

“NOICE comeback, bro.”

“Thanks, bro.”

Kang felt guilty for looking behind at Jessica as she walked away, same as those Dude Bros had done, minus the catcalling.

Jessica looked like the Girl Next Door type he wished he had experience with growing up, but unfortunately for him— but typical for his lack of luck— he never had any girls living next door, or even across the street or down the block. All of his life, it seems he was surrounded by the typical White kid-brats who would later grow up to become the type of frat-brat Dude Bros in the hall right now.

Kang felt a certain regret that he lived a lifetime in America, and never had any intimate relationships, experiences, or even simple platonic friendships with an All-American Girl… in other words: with even a single American White Woman. All of his exes were either Asian females, or from Europe. As much as he didn’t like it, he had to admit deep down that even the least handsome and most boorish of the type of White Dude Bro frat-brat types like any of the guys in the hall right now, would be much more desirable to American women of any race when compared to him: just an Asian guy.

To them, he was ‘just an Asian guy’; not even a Man.

It was unfair as hell, but it was the truth. The truth is what it is.

But… Kang also had to admit another truth to himself… That Jessica girl had a simple, down to earth, sweet allure to her. Kang felt sad that for whatever reason, in this country the girls like her didn’t even want to be friends with him, so he knew he could sadly never even hope to fuck a woman like her, anyway…

But Kang shook his head to stop such thoughts. Forget the distractions, he told himself mentally.

Besides, Kang shouldn’t be thinking of entertaining fantasies with another woman… He already had a date to prepare for later tonight. He had been looking forward to it over the past week.

But one lingering question nagged at Kang, though…

“‘2-D’ like ‘Double-D'”… What the hell does that mean?

“Double D”…

“Dunkin’ Donuts”?

No, she didn’t look like a cop…

“Double Dare”??

That old game show he saw as a kid hosted by that guy who has OCD and now hosts some show on the Food Network?

No, that can’t be it, either…

Or…

“Double Dragon”???

Kang loved playing that series of video games on the original old school Nintendo. Maybe this Jessica person also had nostalgic memories of Nintendo?, Kang wondered…

Life was much simpler and less stressful back then as a child.

The Dude Bros burst into loud laughter in the hall.

“True story, bro! True story! One time, I fucked this unibrowed Jew bitch who queefed on my cock! So I held her hairy pussy open with my hand, and I bent over that slut’s slit— and I FARTED IN HER CUNT! I let a big fat fart rip inside her twat tunnel, bros! It was fucking funny! HA HA HA!”

“NOICE, bro!

“You shoulda taken a SHIT in her cunt too, bro!”

“Fuckin-A! Fist Bump, bro! Fist Bump!”

“Bro, I bump that fist, and raise you a BroFist, bro!”

“Punch it in, bro! Uh! BroFist!”

Then again, thought Kang, so many people never really grew up anyways…

***

The plan was going to be a typical dinner and a movie. But they decided to see the movie first, then have dinner afterward, which Kang volunteered to cook for her back at his apartment. Which, hopefully, would transition naturally, into the bedroom…

That was his plan, anyhow.

She picked the movie, and what she wanted to see was the new Dwayne Johnson earthquake disaster flick blockbuster, “SAN ANDREAS” that just came out the night before.

Kang didn’t know if her saying she’d meet him at the movie theater instead of him picking her up at her place was a good sign, or a sign that she was probably thinking of him not as a real “date,” but someone to leach a free movie and dinner off…

But, Kang agreed, and met her in the parking lot of the theater.

***

Kang knew the “date” was off to a bad start when his “date” texted him she would be running late, so just buy her ticket for her and wait for her by the entrance. Then when she arrived, she barely made or kept any eye contact with Kang. There was hardly any chemistry in public whatsoever, really. Was she ashamed of being seen with him, an Asian man, in public? Was this even really a “date” after all?

As for the movie she picked out for them to see…

Don’t get him wrong: Kang liked Dwayne Johnson and all, but he was trying to remind himself just what the hell he was doing this Saturday night sitting in the theater crowded with rowdy hypervocal high school kids and frat boy Dude Bros fresh out of school on summer vacation, who were catcalling at the giant movie screen every time the actresses’ chests were shown in the many non-subtle boob-shots that littered the “SAN ANDREAS” disaster movie more than actual rubble from the earthquakes.

The un-subtle boobage & cleavage-shots were intentionally distracting to the point where it was so ridiculously obvious that’s the effect the director was going for since the framing of certain shots was off balance except for the purpose of drawing audience’s eyes to the chest areas of the actresses onscreen. And it got the most vocal reactions from the Dude Bros in the audience every time.

Kang looked over at his supposed-to-be “date” for the evening, Angie, seated next to him in the dark auditorium. She refused to hold hands with him, and always moved her hand away from his when he made a move to even lightly brush against hers.

Kang could see in the intermittent splash of light on Angie’s face reflected from the movie, how she was actually laughing along at the nonstop comments the various groups of guys were making throughout the whole movie:

“Them titties bouncin’ like Jell-O!”

HAW HAW HAW

“They shoulda kept that bitch in the bikini!”

HAW HAW HAW

“Gotdamn! The mother’s got titties too!” / “MILF!” / “Cougar!” / “I’d smash that!” / “HNNNGG!!”

HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW

“The Rock gon’ SMASH dat skank!”

HAW HAW HAW

“Fuck that ho in the back seat, Rock! You got time to hit that!”

HAW HAW HAW

“Pump and Dump! Hit and Quit! Smash and Dash!”

HAW HAW HAW

“YezZIRRR!”

“GOOD God! White bitch got some BANGIN’-ASS breasteses!” / RUN, bitch! Run, bitch, RUN! Keep runnin’, BITCH!” / “GotDAMN, lookit them titties BOUNCIN’ like they DANCIN’!!” / “Run HARDER, baby!” / “Make ’em bounce! Make it bounce! Make ’em bounce!” / “Bitch melons floppin’ so hard, they gonna they smack her own face!” / “Bitch can titslap MY FACE anytime!”

HAW HAW HAW guffaws.

And Kang’s date Angie was laughing her ass off along with the guys. Kang looked around scanning the faces in the audience and saw other women were also amused by this instead of offended. Kang reminded himself that he’d never understand the mentality of American women and wondered what the hell he was doing on this movie and dinner date with Angie in the first place.

During the skydiving scene, the loud guys really tried to one-up each other:

“I bet The Rock is ‘ROCK-HARD’ all up in dat ASS!” / “You KNOW she feels THAT in her bunghole, eh!” / “Yeah, Rock! Smash that bitch! Up the ASS!” / “She likes it doggystyle! / “He WRECKED her whore ass!” “You mean ‘The ROCK WRECKED her RECTUM’!” / “HAW HAW! She smilin’ too! She fuckin’ SMILIN’! She love dat big dick in the booty!” / “What a whore!”

HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW

After the British guy kissed The Rock’s daughter on the lips:

“He just tasted the last thirty cocks she sucked!” / “And that was just this morning!” / “HAW HAW HAW!!” / “And he likes it!” / “FAG!”

HAW HAW HAW

“GotDAYMN, them wet titties so floppy!”

HAW HAW HAW

“HAHA, Now that big-titty bitch doin’ jumpin’ jacks, HA HA! Keep usin’ the laser, ya stupid slut!” / “Naw, keep jumpin’, an’ make them titties bounce some more, ya dumb whore!”

HAW HAW HAW

“That bitch can’t drown! Her airbags so big, they’re floatation devices!”

HAW HAW HAW

“Do the BREASTSTROKE!” / “Hell yeah! STROKE them BREASTESES!”

HAW HAW HAW

“Mouth to mouth, Rock! Give her mouth to mouth!” / “Naw! Give her ASS TO MOUTH!”

HAW HAW HAW

“HNNNNG!!”

“Move the gotdamn camera angle down! Move it DOWN! Let’s SEE him smack them titties! See him POUND that bitch wet tits!”

HAW HAW HAW

“MOTORBOAT her titties, Rock! Motorboat her tits— IN the motorboat! MOTORBOATCEPTION!!”

“HNNNNG!” / “SMASH that bish!” / “I see boobies!” / “SMASH that bish!” / “Anyone hungry for some MELONS?!?” / “SMASH that Bitch!” / “Does anyone smell what The Rock is cooking?! MELONS! I’d eat that!” / “SMASH that ho!” / HNNNNNG!!”

HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW

Kang couldn’t help but feel weird— and disturbed— that his “date” Angie had been cracking up laughing to the point of gasping for air from laughing so hard at their comments shouted at the screen through the movie.

After the lights came up and they made their way to exit the theater, the first thing Angie talked about was how funny the comments were that apparently elevated the movie-going experience for her.

“That was REALLY FUNNY! I haven’t been in a crowd so into a movie like that since ‘Twilight: New Moon,'” she raved. “All those guys cracking jokes were freaking hilarious! You should lighten up, seriously— it was better than a comedy club in there!”

But Kang didn’t share in her festive spirits. He was still stinging from the way the White girls treated him earlier back at his apartment complex, regarding the elevator and the middle fingers and the chink eye gestures…

…And how condescendingly his date treated him from the beginning…

And Kang couldn’t help but feel they were all somehow connected on a deeper level.

Even during the previews before the movie started, Kang had his race brought up against him again as the audience mocked the Asian Man whenever they saw one onscreen. They played the “TERMINATOR GENISYS” trailer where as soon as Lee Byung-Hun was shown, some Black guy shouted “Why’s the T-1000 a chink now!?” and the audience erupted laughing. Women, mostly White women, laughing. Blacks and Latinos and mostly White guys in the crowd— all laughing.

Kang looked over at Angie…

…Even his own date was laughing along with them all— against him.

That was Strike One and should have been the last one, really.

Kang had stared and glared at her in the darkness and her laugh instantly blended into the same mocking laughter the racist White girls taunted him with earlier that afternoon in the elevator at his apartment complex.

Kang wondered if all American White women were like that against Asian men by nature, or by the culture, or what… He honestly considered just getting up and ditching the date; he bet she wouldn’t much notice or even care, either, and that was the more insulting part.

During the actual movie, Kang was most surprised to see Korean-American actor Will Yun Lee pop up briefly in a bit part. The guy was probably in his forties by now but still looked young and in fit condition. Too bad he died right away, and for a guy who’s supposed to be intelligent in the film, was an idiot for trying to outrun an earthquake while wearing a giant heavy fucking backpack slowing him down. Kang could feel the Dude Bros in the audience practically salivating for his inevitable death. When it finally happened, they all seemed to cheer:

“Sayonara, bitch!” / “Shoulda stayed your ass in China!” / “Ain’t nobody care ’bout no ching-chong-chang!”

HAW HAW HAW

Kang got pissed off and thought Will Yun Lee’s character should’ve just saved himself and let the little White girl to her fate instead of sacrificing his own life to save what would probably grow up to be another typical Asian-taunting racist White chick. Besides, where the hell did that girl’s mother go to anyway? She just abandoned her own daughter to die like that? Talk about bad parenting…

The experience left Kang in bad spirits that seeped deep in under his skin, and like a bad stench soaked into the core through the pores of skin, he couldn’t shake nor wash that miserable feeling off; it clung to him like a dark toxic cloud, darkening his thoughts.

Worse, his own date thought it was all so hilarious.

“So what did you think of the movie?” Angie asked him, totally oblivious.

Kang just stared at her incredulously and wondered if she was intentionally being a bitch or if she was genuinely that dense.

Kang turned his head toward a commotion in the parking lot to their right hand side:

A fat neckbeard yelled at a group of older women:

“MAD MAX: TAMPON ROAD is feminazi bullshit!”

The butchy-looking women yelled back:

“Suck my dick, you faggot!”

Neckbeard shouted back:

“Fucking misandrists!”

Kang turned his head back to see Angie was laughing again.

Kang shook his head and decided to do what he should have done much earlier.

Kang just walked back to his car alone.

Since they met at the theater in separate cars, Kang was relieved he wouldn’t need to give her a ride home. He knew deep down that this “date” was most likely going to ultimately be waste of time and hope. But he thought it was worth taking a chance on… Sadly, his hope was proven wrong, and his initial fear was validated as correct.

Kang felt such an oppressive sadness in his heart as he drove aimlessly alone in the night.

***

Back in the lobby of his apartment building, the Korean-American Kang approached the elevator, empty-handed this time, and in no hurry, no waving, no asking for help… He only approached the empty elevator with an insulted disgust, reliving the incident from earlier that day which cast a shadow’s curse over the rest of his day, even still to the current moment, its dark toxic effects slowly poisoning his spirit from the inside out…

Kang cursed those racist bitches again. Their throw-away thrill of treating him like such trash had a toxic poisoning effect on his whole day, and lingered within him still.

He bypassed the elevator again, though this time it was empty. He would probably avoid using it from now on out of principle, unless in emergencies, for sake of salvaging and rebuilding his fragile sense of pride that those racist White twats took such glee in tearing down for laughs. Laughs at his expense, as the whole Western culture was so readily eager to continue doing, and treating Asian men as the butt of every joke.

Kang heavily trudged up the stairway, lost in his thoughts.

“Hey, it’s you again,” said the bright cheerful — or perhaps even pleasantly surprised — uplifting feminine voice from above him on the stairs.

Kang looked up and saw—

“Jessica?” he called out to her.

“Or ‘Jess’… Or ‘Jenna’… Or ‘Jen’… Same thing. Yeah, it’s me,” she smiled.

She had her back toward him, slightly turned around peeking over her shoulder, and Kang saw that she was carrying a laundry basket on her way up the stairs back to her floor. She followed the Asian’s eyes registering her full basket.

“The laundry room’s usually empty on Saturday nights, so I figured I’d have my pick of machines to get some laundry done,” she explained.

“…How did your date go?” Jessica asked him as she stepped down to join him where he stood below her, and as she came close to him, she lightly and perhaps intentionally brushed against the Korean’s chest, squeezing him between her body and the wall he chose to hug… she wished he chose to hug her instead.

“Well, I’m home early— and alone—”

Jessica winced.

“—So obviously, things could have gone better…”

Kang took a second look at her laundry basket full of clothes.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, then made a motion in offer to carry it for her. “Let me get that for you, please. In return for you carrying my groceries earlier.”

Jessica’s first instinct was to tell her Asian neighbor it was okay, especially to keep her warm fresh-out-of-the-dryer panties from his view… But then she bit her lip a bit thinking to herself she actually wanted to see him turned on from the tease.

“On second thought— I’d like that,” Jessica smiled warmly and held out her basket full of her warm clothes— with her colorful panties sitting warm and inviting on the top of the pile.

Kang happily took the basket from her hands, and for a fleeting second, their fingers touched and exchange electric jolts of desire that thickened the sexual tension bonding them in that confined space.

The lighting inside the stairwell wasn’t too bright, but when they entered into the second floor hallway toward Jessica’s door, Kang saw that he was carrying her intimate coverings. Right there, on top of the pile of clothes, still warm and fragrant, were her panties— so close to his face, pressed close near his chest, near his heart that was pumping blood harder, faster— though he could instantly feel most of that blood immediately redirecting their flow to his penis, springing the cock to engorged life, his balls activating and churning hot, boiling the cum that wanted such release…

Kang unconsciously lowered the basket over his growing groinal parts to hide their barbaric lusty awakening from the object of their starving hunger— his own desire— to thrust her, this gentle supple kind-hearted White woman up against the dirty walls and fuck her precious pulsing pussy right now and suck her taste in deep.

Kang wanted and desired and craved her supple White body so fucking much right now. He had to fuck her.

He was going to fuck her sweet salty pussy, he bet she was so smooth and hairless and pink and delicious, and could get so wet pissing his cum back out of her tight wet hole.

He had to fuck her pussy and take her body as he pleased.

He was breathing so hard, out of breath, his balls boiling with over a year of unspent cum he wanted to unleash out onto her unsuspecting but willing White body in a barbaric fuck-feast, beast-fucking her and taking out all his pent-up aggressions out into her fuckrag of cum-churning body. Her White skin was so flawless, such a delicacy to his drooling tongue. He wanted to taste her while fucking her.

As they walked together toward her apartment, Kang couldn’t be sure— he was too nervous to look to check— but he thought he could feel Jessica eyeing him. His face… His muscular arms… His body… Admiring his naturally golden tanned Asian skin…

He hoped her eyes wouldn’t look further on down, or she would instantly spot unmissed his raging bulge straining against his pants crotch, straining to burst through to the open air, and powerdrive merciless thrusts into her vulnerable pink White girl pussy. He wanted so bad to fuck this good girl, to conquer and corrupt her White pink cunt with his barbaric pussy-raping onslaughts of cockthrusts until he owned her pussy in total submission to his raging sexual dominance that worshipped her as the epitomized feminine beauty she knew as a woman, that her precious pink pussy is, always has been created to be, and was meant to be in this universal life… She was meant to be his cum-drenched cock-starved White whore taking Korean cock in heated savage sex sessions that lasted long into the night.

He wanted to fuck her pussy and make her shower and bless his sex-starved pussy-craving Korean cock in her White Pussy Holy Water nectars directly flowing from her peach-skinned pussy as the ultimate bodily expression of own lust for him onto his Korean dick like she was baptizing him in total loving acceptance.

The Korean had to fuck this White woman.

He thought all these sensations and sexual emotions and thoughts in a rapid few seconds as they walked wordlessly in mutual appreciation…

Finally, one of them spoke.

“Well, here we are,” Jessica said, slowing to a stop.

“This is my door,” she said, pointing at the faded copper ‘2-D’.

“‘Double D’… That’s ‘me’— I guess. Not really. You know what I mean,” she said.

“Did you watch ‘Double Dare’ as a kid?” Kang asked her. He didn’t want their brief interaction to end. He craved just simply talking with her. Connecting with her. Just being around her femininity and accepting spirit and nature. She was a positive presence he really needed right now to ward off the toxic infecting cloud of negative and racist shit that was plaguing him and wearing him down.

“Or did you play ‘Double Dragon’ back in the Nintendo days?”

“Did I WHAT…?”

Uh-Oh.

Value done dropped, bro. She thinks you’re a Creepy-Loser-Nerd Bro, bro. Even with a lean body fit and with muscles like yours, and good looks like yours, she still thinks you’re unfit for her, bro: You’re not good enough, Bro. You’ll never be good enough, Bro. You CAN’T be good enough, Bro, ’cause you’re an ASIAN BRO, Bro—

and Asian Bros don’t get no hos— Don’t ya know, Bro? Especially pretty White bitches like THIS HO, Bro. U Mad, Bro? You ain’t shit, Bro. That’s the Truth, Bro. She thinks you’re a little bitch-boy, Bro. You’re not good enough, not big enough, not good enough, not MAN ENOUGH for her, you little Asian Bro. You’re still just an ugly little Yellow Asian man-boy to White women, Bro. Go back home and read a book, Bro. Or go to China, Bro. Even if you’re Korean. Just go back to China, Bro.

‘Nobody cares ’bout no ching-chong-chang!’ shouted that hypocritical Black guy and EVERYONE in the theater laughed at you, Bro. Nobody in America likes you Asians, Bro. Get out of here, Bro. Get back to your own country, Bro. You couldn’t fuck White pussy like this if your life depended on it and you had all the money in the world, Bro.

Go back to China, Bro.

Go back to your own place, Bro.

Go read a book, Bro.

Go play Nintendo, Bro.

Go study more math, Bro.

Go study for exams, Bro.

Go get straight A’s, Bro.

Go to an Ivy League, Bro— even if they discriminate against Asians to fulfill their Affirmative Action quotas— that’s America, Bro. U Mad, Bro?

Go work for a White Man, Bro.

Go pay your taxes, Bro.

Go do my laundry, Bro.

You do dry cleaning now, Bro?

Order me a stir-fry, Bro.

Go wash my car, Bro.

Dude, Where’s My Car, Bro?

Dude, like, fuck Ashton Kutcher in that movie, Bro. He ain’t no Steve Jobs, Bro.

Dude, why is Apple iOS so fucked up now, Bro?

Dude, can you fix my computer, Bro?

Can you fix my internet, Bro?

Do you speak English, Bro?

Why do you hear some White Dude-Bro talking shit about you to your face in your mind-head, Bro?

That’s like, a total trippy weird-ass fucking mindfuck, Bro.

Did all those negative anti-Asian Male stereotypes in America totally fuck up your mindset, Bro?

Well, stop bitching about it, ’cause no one cares, Bro.

There are more important things in the world, Bro.

Like, those liberal Hollywood bastards are trying to make the next James Bond BLACK, Bro! THAT’S the total OUTRAGE, Bro! That’s OUR WHITE HERO, BRO! You LISTENING, Bro!?? Only White Bros can steal Asian characters in all your own shit and turn them into White Guy Dudes, Bro, but now THEY’RE trying to do to US what we do all the time to YOU ASIAN BROS, Bro!

THAT SHIT AIN’T RIGHT, BRO!!

Where’s your outrage on THAT bullshizz, Bro???!

Hey, do I sound like someone you know, Bro?

Can I borrow some money, Bro? I’ll pay you back when I get a job, Bro.

Can you give me a job, Bro?

Can I clean your toilet, Bro?

You gonna finish eating that, Bro?

Can I copy your answers, Bro?

Do you have a sister I can fuck— I mean Date, Bro?

By the way— I think that White Ho’s saying something to you, Bro.

Kang snapped out of it and said:

“What did you say?”

Jessica extended her hands out…

Kang followed her eyes down… Uh-Oh.

“OH…” Kang noticed her laundry basket in his hands. “Of course…”

He saw her panties on top again.

His cock’s total hard-on lust took over his insecurities and gloominess and he felt empowered, emboldened, in lust.

But fuck, wait, his logical brain kicked back in: He couldn’t just show her his hard throbbing cock. When he took the basket away, she might notice his hard-on for her.

Kang improvised. He lifted up the basket to chest-level and handed it off to her high above instead of down below. It was awkward, but it worked. She didn’t notice his hard throbbing cock bulging out against his pants, fucking hellbent on a search-and-destroy mission to plow her pussy and seed her deep in her soiled cunt.

There was a wistful silence as they both appeared to be yearning for their company to continue and not part ways…

“So what happened on this date of yours?” she asked pretty bluntly.

Kang tried to covertly control his frantic adrenaline-fueled breathing so he wouldn’t sound pumped up for no reason.

“Um… Uh— By now, I wouldn’t even call it a ‘date,’ since all we did was just see a movie.”

“Well, a lot of dates tend to be just ‘dinner and a movie’… What movie did you see?”

“That new Dwayne Johnson movie that just came out yesterday.”

“‘San Andreas’? How was it?”

Kang looked at her door again. 2-D. Double D.

It finally dawned on him.

“You know, they should have just called that movie ‘Big Bouncing Boobies in Earthquakes: The Movie,'” he said.

“So… It sounds like every other Hollywood movie, then?” she observed.

“Yeah, but it was even more blatant than usual, which is really saying something.”

“Did you enjoy the movie overall?” she asked curiously.

“I thought The Rock did good.”

“Did you enjoy the bouncing boobies?” she asked directly.

“Honestly— and I’m not just saying this to not sound like a DudeBro horndog douche-pig… But my mind was actually thinking about how much I was feeling like shit this whole day, actually.”

He told her the truth.

He told her about the racist White girls before he met up with her in the stairwell earlier that day. He told her about what a refreshing and uplifting bright spot she was to his spirit.

He told her about his “date” that didn’t give a shit about him except to leach a free movie and hopefully a dinner out of him.

He told her about the racist Black guys’ comments, and everyone in the theater not calling out the anti-Asian racism, but laughed along when if the roles were reversed, everyone would be sticking up for the Black guy and rally to kick out the Asian or physically harm him.

He told her about how shit like today happens every day all the time to him. To Asians. To Asian men. All the time. Nonstop. He told her about what it does to a person.

He told her about how in the Western world, racism was not only tolerated, but often even encouraged as long as it was anti-Asian racism. Even Ivy Leagues like Harvard University routinely discriminate against Asians with their quotas, selection processes and Affirmative Action— an inherently unfair and racist institution in which Asians are the only minority group it works against.

He wondered if he said too much.

If he should have just kept silent like he always did. Like his race always did.

But fuck it.

Every other group bitches about their issues all the time, it was about time Asians got on that bandwagon too.

‘In Rome, do as the Romans do.’

In America, everybody bitches about something. Bitch away. Bitch loud and Rant Angry. It was the noisiest wheels that got the grease, after all. Being humble and patient, or the Strong Silent Type only brought more abuse.

Kang began a rant that surprised even himself. He didn’t even care about the movie to actually launch into a long-winded detailed rant, but for some reason he did. Maybe all the combined negative events, insults, and disappointments that had built up to this point that he silently patiently, passively endured needed some form of release, and used this opportunity to vent his frustrations out in shared emotion to another human being…

Kang couldn’t stop, it felt so free to finally communicate every hidden repressed silently-endured pain to another responsive person. Kang continued expressing his true self, went on about how he was always made to feel like shit, and he didn’t even know why he was doing it— sharing his soul like this— but it felt like such a much-needed essential release to communicate this hidden weight of oppressive bullshit eating away at and corroding his self-worth as an Asian Man in the modern Western world that he just needed to express it all. He didn’t know why Jessica was even still listening, or if she wanted to hear all this, but he couldn’t stop his rant now until he said all of his heart’s repressed rages.

Eventually, his rant transitioned to how the loud obnoxious boorish asshole-spawned thugs and DudeBros in the theater kept shouting crap during the movie like it was a comedy club or frathouse party.

Kang even reinacted many of the comments for her, still fresh in his memory like her hot panties were still fresh from the dryer.

“‘Shake them melons! Money-makin’ melons! Shake it, bitch! Shake it! Shake ’em off, bitch! Shake it, ho! Shake ’em some mo’, yo!’ ‘I bet the bitch’s boobs are bigger than her twat!’ ‘Haw haw haw!’ ‘Strip down, bitch, strip! Take it ALL off, don’t stop!’ ‘Boobies, baby! Boobies!’ ‘The Rock’s gonna smash that skank!'”

Kang ended his impersonations.

“I mean, that ‘skank’ is supposed to be his own daughter! Though I don’t know how she’s his biological daughter, because… the race— casting… Well, anyway…”

Kang finally trailed off.

A very long silence, the most awkward one yet, fell over them both…

“OK, so don’t worry, I know we’re never going to talk to each other again,” Kang began. “So I’ll just go back to taking the elevator so we won’t have to awkwardly meet each other in the stairs again, and have to awkwardly have to ignore each other, or rudely outright snubbing each other instead of doing it indirectly by pretending not to see the other, or—”

Jessica reached out and confidently pulled herself in toward Kang and kissed his lips mid-sentence. Her kiss was passionately energetic and also had an immense tenderness in its strength. Her feminine strength of compassion for him even though he revealed and dumped all of his frustrations and depressingly downbeat gloomy hurts and emotional scars and resultant insecurities all out upon her at once…

She kissed him. The Asian’s masculinity restored and reinvigorated and grew, resurrected.

Activated.

Horny as fuck.

He had to fuck her. He had to have her pussy.

NOW.

Her kiss was the Greenlight to take her pink pussy, and fuck her till her cunt and clit and bodyflesh had been worn out red from sexually satisfied sores.

Kang let himself inside her apartment, still kissing her deliciously inviting mouth as he pushed her body inside.

***

PART 3:

“KOREAN JIZZ FOR AN AMERICAN JESS”

Unbridled lust, barbaric thrusting, pussy-pillaging, pussy-worshipping fucking, completely unrestrained and unashamed, they FUCKED. Deeper perversities explored in the flesh became higher virtues they attained in their spirit as they fucked each other’s bodies like animals mating, breeding, their breathing panting more heated and feverish as his cock pistoned her pussy into ecstatic frenzy.

“I want to make you cum… I want to make you cum… I want to make your beautiful pink delicious pussy cum so bad… Please cum for me… Please cum for me… I just want to make your pussy cum because you love me— PLEEEASE— CUM! For me! I’m going to fuck your pussy until she cums for me, please just fucking cum on my Korean dick, please I want to feel your pussy shower on my cock fucking so deep inside your little White cunt,” Kang moaned in lustful worship of her sex-filled scorching hot sweaty body as his hands fondled her deliciously perspiring milky White flesh that brought such addictively erotic contrast against his golden-tan/bronze Asian skin and cock, and added a fetishistic fever to his frenzied lust and thrusts into taming and claiming her cum-stained pink White girl pussy the Asian could never feel so turned-on about from any other race of women. Fucking a White woman’s pussy was a sinfully elevated sensual experience unlike and incomparable to any other in this life, in this world, in any known eternity he could even dream of. He thanked whatever gods must exist to have given him the undeserved pleasures of desecrating her holy sex-sweating White body that was as close to Heaven and Paradise as he could get.

Hell… It was better than Heaven or any Paradise. Preachers always said there was going to be no more sex in Heaven. Who the hell still wanted to go to that? He had no sex enough in real life as an Asian man in America, and it was worse than any Hell he could think of either.

So fuck it.

Her White pink pussy held the power and pleasure and happiness that exceeded any promise of any man-made religion. Her precious pink pussy deserved his unadulterated and total worship, and the Korean fell in love fucking her cunt until he turned her holy pink to leak and overflow his milky white Korean sperm in seismic cunt-quivering orgasms throughout the night.

The Asian couldn’t stop fucking her. He had such pent-up lust and unspent cum for so goddamn long, he wanted to keep exploring her body and filling her pussy up until he fulfilled damn near every sexual curiosity and fantasy and perverse fetish he could commit and take out on her heated White body.

Kang continued his slow, deep, pussy-stretching thrusts into her wet warm cunt canal. God, her juicy pussy was so wet. Fuck, she was so tight. Kang’s pulse was beating hard, his heart excitedly racing, his eardrums pounding as his cum-filled throbbing Korean cock wildly pulsated in such pleasure and lust and anticipation inside the White girl’s holy pussy as she thrust her milky White hips upward to meet his thrusts so his cock could plunge deeper into her.

He kissed Jessica with a soul-deep thirst and moaned with devilish delight into her mouth as she sucked his kisses with comparable hunger and scratched his naturally tan back with her nails and begged the Korean to fuck her until he owns her, and to own her pussy until he ruins her.

“Fuck me—” she begged his cock.

“Fuck my pussy—” she begged for it.

“Ruin me!” She wanted it dirty.

“Ruin my pussy—!” Hard and nasty.

“RUIN my hot fucking pussy, Oppa! FUCK UP that pretty pink pussy that loves your cock so much, you Asian motherfucker!” She challenged her Asian lover to rape her willing White cunt and turn her prim proper nice girl into the cock-addicted cum-drunk slut she was meant to be for her sexual soulmate.

“CLAIM my fucking White pussy and make me your little dick-drunk cumslut!”

Kang was so turned on by her dirty passionate fuck-talk. Her words and voice and perverse adorations were verbal Viagra to Kang’s already-engorged and relentless cock that was wildly pistoning her tight White girl pussy.

Hard and nasty.

Fast and nasty.

Harder and harder.

Fast and filthy.

Hotter and hotter, the Korean dick pillaged her White pink pussy.

“OWN MY PUSSY!” she begged him. “RUIN my pussy, Oppa!” she challenged him. “Fuck my White pussy until you turn my pussy into your Korean cum-conquered cunt!”

The Korean’s rampaging Asian cock pillaged and raped her White pussy like Genghis Khan and his Mongol Golden Horde injecting the dominant Oriental genes permanently into the majority of the White women’s bloodline forever to the present day.

Kang’s Korean cock stretched deeper into her precious pink pussy, searching out her deepest recesses to steal and stain her deepest womanhood.

Kang pumped her pussy harder. He was going to cum soon. He was going to cum inside her pussy and stain her with his genes to brand her as his.

He was owning her pink pussy as HIS White cunt!

He made up his mind and went all-in in going all-out until he came.

Kang intensified his piston-pumping thrusts into her tightly-clenching pussy as she buckled her long smooth clammy shaking legs around his hips and pulled his thrusts hard Harder HARDER HARDER! HARDER! DEEPER into her.

“YOU OWN MY PUSSY!!” she shrieked as she vigorously rubbed her swollen red glistening wet pulsating clit until her pussy rocketed to a squirting leak timed to cum her waves with Kang’s creamy Korean cum-flood inside her ruined conquered cunt.

“I HAVE TO CUM!” Kang shouted, heavy drops of sweat dripping off his golden skin onto Jess’s naked body like hot jizz.

“Fill my pussy!” she commanded and begged. Pleaded and demanded.

“You better fill my pussy all the way up with your hot milky white Made In Korea cum, or I’ll suck it all out of your Asian balls until you fill my pussy up all the way!”

God damn, he loved how she talked so dirty and reveled in their complimentary racial contrasts.

Kang grabbed lusty impassioned fistfuls of her silky long hair and rocketed his cock thrusts in her heavenly White Slut cunt to the verge of raging exploding orgasm that was about to erupt in cum to devastate her chaste now-defiled cunt.

“FUCK, I need to CUM! FUCK!! I’M BRANDING YOUR PUSSY WITH MY CUM!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!”

“Cum with me! I want to cum with you! I want us to cum together!” she motioned her thrusts to meet his thrusts and burned their sex-scorching bodyheat hotter. She felt their bodies and her pussy was on fire, the pleasures piercing her so deep and she struggled to hold back her raging waves of climax; she wanted to cum together NOW—

“CUM-FUCK MY PUSSY RIGHT NOW!! —NOW— CUM WITH ME!! CUM WITH ME! CUM INSIDE ME, I LOVE YOU, OPPA! I want your fucking Korean fucking CUM fucking ruining inside me, right now— CUM!!”

“SARANGHAE!! FUUUUUUCK!!”

Kang’s pulsating Oriental cock erupted ball-boiling streams of potent Yellow load after hot sticky load in thick globs of milky white Korean cream shooting deep inside her tightly suctioning Caucasian cuntal mouth that thirstily drank in every drop it could lovingly milk out of Kang’s leaking Asian dick it so tenderly fed her hungry pink pussy with, quenching her insatiable Asian craving.

Kang continued to feel aftershocks of ultrasensitive orgasmic cum-leaks that felt like sudden jolts of jizz still shooting out of his cock, post-coital post-fuck, like drops of piss that still make men shudder and shake their dicks off after pissing.

So did Kang have to keep his cum-drained cock still inside her pink pussy swollen deep red now thickly painted milky white from his volcanic blasts of sperm. She could feel the Asian man’s hot sticky sperm oozing so thick and milky, dripping deeper into the furthest recesses and regions of her pussy and womb. Deep in her belly. She hoped he didn’t seed her, but if the inevitable happened, at least she knew her babies with this handsome Korean lover would come out gorgeously mixed half-Asian and all sorts of adorable.

His cum felt so hot, so sinfully satisfying, and so damn full-filling in every sense, inside her deeply loved pussy.

His cock worshipped her White pussy so completely, and she wished he felt the same intensity of worship with which her pussy lovingly submitted to his lovingly dominant Korean cock that took such hedonistic pleasure in militantly fucking her blisteringly raw.

At the moment he shot his cum in waves that broke upon her pussy amongst inexpressibly torturous pleasures, Kang burst out into a drawn-out orgasmic roar that was chorused by her own vocal orgasms to her cumming with him, and sharing the experience into complete ecstasy.

Kang’s orgasm-high felt like an out of body experience where his soul and spirit rode the tidal wave of orgasms being initiated and exchanged with Jessica, and their shared climaxes mixed into each other as their fluids and sexual energies passed through and exchanged and merged and united to each other as intimately as their bodies now melted in the unbearable bodyheat to become a singly joined beast.

Kang’s streams of hot potent sperm painted over all the last remnants of her pussy’s stolen innocence, and her most feminine intimate sanctuary became the Korean’s proudly dick-desecrated cunt; another White pussy conquered by the offspring of Genghis Khan’s immortal pillaging, continuing where the dreadful Mongol left off centuries and generations ago. His spirit lived on in all the millions of sperm freshly deposited and pissed out of his Oriental cock into the White woman’s cum-contaminated cunt.

Kang rubbed his Korean-cum-coated cockhead by the hot milky sperm-leaking tip to caress her swollen red clit after he fucked her tight pink pussy.

As Kang rubbed his gratefully spent cock on her pussy lips and especially on and around and over and on her super-sensitive clitoris, the tip of his cock kissed her clit— tip kissing her clit— rubbing all over— tip to clit— rub harder— slide up and down on her clit, up the whole of his cock to his balls, then made the tip kiss her clit again in wet cum-streaking kisses— his cock and tip and balls all tickling her red wet ultrasensitive clit, and covering her beautiful clitoris in his hot milky Asian sperm.

It turned her on so much. She wanted him to master her, show her he owned her, that he conquered her willing White submissive happy little pussy and he made her feel so feminine and divine.

She kissed his mouth yearning and deep and guided her Korean lover’s strong masculine hands to cup her sweating heaving breasts. Her Asian lover’s breathing became heavier as she guided his reverently shaking hands to knead and massage her feminine breasts, so close to her womanly heart, and worship her body in massage… and taste.

“Drink deeply,” she begged her Korean sex-king. “Drink deep from me, Oppa. Show me how much you love tasting me, all of me, all of my body… Saranghae, Oppa,” she kissed his forehead and pushed his handsome Asian face down against her sweaty waiting breasts. His breaths felt so hot and masculine heating her heaving sweaty wet breasts, her heart overflowing with excited love.

She fed her Korean lover and Sex Emperor the most deliciously sweet milk, streams of her feminine love poured and streaming, steaming hot directly from her love-filled heart.

Kang drank with such thirst and thanks her life-giving love, sucking deeply, gently, reverently, fiendishly greedy and kneading more, more, more from her feminine outpourings.

He felt so complete being filled with her most intimate life-giving, life-renewing love waters, and she felt such total fulfilling completeness in giving to such a worshipfully grateful Oriental lover.

Kang licked his lips, savoring every last trace of her mouth-watering taste, and returned his mouth to her delicate pink lips in another long intense kiss.

She tasted so good, so divine. She had the power of Paradise all in her mouth alone, and Kang desired to steal every taste of eternity he could suck from her.

To him, kissing her was kissing the divine. Connecting with the healing forces of the universe.

He wanted to fuck her pussy some more.

He fucked her pussy and fucked her pussy and loved fucking her heavenly divine sinfully filthy tight pink pussy.

“I’m sorry, but I think I love you,” Kang whispered in her ear as he held her body even tighter against his chest, the lean muscles of his golden arms around her back, pushing her breasts and heart closer to merge with his own chest until their heartbeats synchronized.

“I love you,” Kang admitted to her once more as his hands and mouth resumed exploring the treasure of her sweaty clammy body, reveling in her delicious White skin and reliving the carnal sins he committed so blissfully as he left his stains imprinted forever upon her heart. And she thanked him for all of his worshipful lust and ravenous ravishings of her prim and proper pussy that needed to be manhandled so thoroughly dominated and given over to his foreign masculine Oriental lust.

“Thank you for letting me fuck you,” Kang kissed her deep and slow. He massaged her sweaty right breast with his right hand and massaged her slow… gentle… worshipfully grateful for her love.

“Thank you so much,” Kang passionately whispered into her mouth between deep, wet, taste-savoring kisses to her delicious pink lips.

“I’m going to fuck your fuck your mouth now, and you’re going to swallow all my Korean babies I’m going to piss down your throat,” the lusty Korean told her forcefully into her ear, his voice urgent with renewed dominant lust for more of her succulent White Female Meat.

“And then, after I feed you your dinner, you’re going to offer up that beautiful holy pink pussy to me one last time, and I’m going to fuck your little pink cunt so dirty— and make you feel so good— you’re going to fall in love with me and my Korean cock, too,” Kang told his White fuckdoll as his Asian cock throbbed to renewed life.

The acceptance, warmth, hot wet sex, and lust-filled love from this White woman with a divinely loving heart filled Kang’s saddened spirit with a happy form of tears— gratitude, self-confidence, and newly regained self-respect that the anti-Asian-male world of this Western society so often made him forget and lose his own value as a Man… even his value as a human being.

Sex like they just was the best (and possibly only) effective medicine for the soul so starved and deprived of such love.

The pain from the insults and dismissive interactions that formed such a dark cloud over his spirits from earlier that day, and ruined Kang’s entire self-worth was now washed away into a supremely content state of appreciative hope for the future, and thankful love for the present.

No more sense of time. He just kept fucking her. Fucking her beautiful holy sweating heat White hot body responding feverishly to his passionate unquenchable lusts.

He kept fucking her sweet pink pussy.

Fucking that pussy.

Fucking that pussy.

Just fucking her pussy like hers was the only pussy, the eternal pussy, the Ultimate Pussy.

The Korean loved fucking that pink pussy for all it was worth; that priceless precious pretty pink fucking White woman pussy his Asian cock and cum craved to desecrate in such holy filthy fucking worship, and her pussy blessed them back in baptisms of her cunt juices and nectar showering his loving engorged cockhead and balls in her grateful love-milk and holy water her pussy pissed out each time he made her squirt and cum multiple waves of peaked-out pleasure.

He kept still fucking her pussy.

Fucking the pussy sore and swollen pink to red to burning scorching insanity that she had to throw him off and out of her, and turn her whole body away from him on the thoroughly soaked mattress to shield her cunt from exploding in nerve-sensation overload. Kang’s throbbing cock needed to burst another hot load of his Korean love-offering onto her body. He reached around and pulled the front of her perspiration-drenched body back to face him again and spilled his cum onto the front of her pussy, covering her swollen feverishly sensitive clit, and rubbed his creamy milky white Korean children into her flesh surrounding her pussy-clit Holy Areas, soaking his Oriental DNA into her Euro-descended White female flesh… Kang rubbed his sperm-coated cockhead and length all over her sensitive pussy, ovulating waves of her own cum and pussy-nectar Holy Water… Kang loved rubbing his Asian dick against her White pink pussy seeded in his milky sperm, soaking and staining into the pores of her milky White skin. Kang’s undying cock got hard again, turned on so wickedly and perversely at the thought. Their contrasts elevated the sex so above and beyond what was possible to be felt with any Asian woman. White women had that Holy Epitome Pussy all men lusted for and could be brought to their knees in loving submission to in total sexual awe of…

Kang rubbed his cumstained sperm-leaking cockhead on her vulnerable sensitive red swollen clit and rubbed her beautiful clitoris with the head of his cock. He loved how wild he was driving her. He kept lovingly raping her clit like this. Fucking taking her screaming to her breaking point of how much sexual pleasure her nerves could contain before orgasmically exploding her nervous system. Her clit felt so unspeakable pleasurable rubbing and rubbing on his slippery sperm-coated dick, the Korean could only utter in moans like he was speaking in tongues, drunk in lust-addicted out of control worship of her divine feminine sex. Fucking her was the ultimate worship and healing. Fucking her body, taking out his total lust and fantasy and aggression into her, attacking her pussy, taking her pussy, owning her pussy, making her his slut and cunt and cumfuck fuckwhore worshipping his Asian cock-sex-cum-powers made him feel so accepted and loved. For once, finally accepted and loved, in totality and in all of his humanity.

She made him feel like a Man, and likewise, his sexual worship and love fulfilled her as a Woman.

East and West.

Tan and White.

Golden Horde and White Whore.

God and Goddess.

Kang and Jessica… or Jess… Or Jenna or Jen… HER.

He couldn’t thank Her enough. Words just couldn’t do.

So he kept fucking her cum-covered pussy and kissing her deeply, deeply, hot and hard, slow and fast, fast then slow, and with such tender powerful lust…

He fucked her with total love.

Her pussy would always own him as much as he owned her.

He fucked her pussy more. He could never tire of fucking her.

In their heated embrace, all time and the outside world ceased to exist.

All that mattered was expressing their freedom and love and sacred sexual worship and spiritual enlightening through their carnal cravings.

They feasted on sex with each other.

He couldn’t stop fucking her perfect pink pussy.

He had to have her again and again.

Each time they fucked and started a new marathon sex session, it felt like a new experience, the difference in their races and bodies and sexual fetishes to experiment with while exploring each other’s bodies— his Korean and hers Caucasian— made the sexual enlightenments endless and limitless, calling for multiple long fucks rewarded by discovering new subtleties and delights.

There was also the pleasurable instances of déjà vu that assured them of the passage of time, of experience, of measuring their continued and renewed attraction and desire in each other…

Favorite positions to try again, and new ones they always wanted to perform…

***

Kang kept kissing her panting pink lips and making her breathe harder and hotter as his cum-dripping pussy-soaked Korean cock throbbed to life again. Caucasian pussy had such an effect on Kang’s libido from his first time to the present. He couldn’t fuck one just once. And now, he was hot and lusty and ready to continue fucking her swollen red pussy some more, and re-enter his blissful state of sexual heaven.

***

“I love fucking your pretty pink pussy so fucking much,” Kang whispered gratefully into her ear as he grabbed a fistful of her long smooth sex-drenched hair as his golden-tan sweating Asian body pressed on top of hers, on top of her heavily sweating Caucasian body, his chest mashing and flattening her sweaty breasts as he pumped his Asian cock down harder and more lustful into her pussy. He kept kissing her mouth deeply as he fucked her pussy slow and deep— slow and deeeep— slooooow— deeep— Korean cock into Caucasian pink pussy… Lips to lips, hips to hips, and their cumming together timed by the heat of their lust.

Slow and deep.

Slow and deep.

The lustfully masculine Korean man matched his thrusts to match his worshipful kissing and tasting of the White girl’s lips and mouth.

Their kisses became more wet. More spit. More spit.

They tasted and drank each other’s lust, mouth to mouth.

Hips to hips.

Cock to cunt.

Cock to pussy.

Golden-honey tan to White’s sexy swollen sweaty pink.

Korean to Caucasian.

Man to Woman.

Thrust to thrust.

Thrust to thrust.

Faster. Harder.

HARDER.

HARDER

***

“GOD!! FUUUUUCK, I LOVE YOU!!”

Kang flooded her worshipping White Goddess pussy with streams and streams of hot milky Asian sperm, his own “Korean Cream,” his liquid children swimming inside the overflowing pool of pearly white cum that was so sexily spilling out of the equally-grateful White woman’s glistening pussy.

***

HARD FAST HARD FAST

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!! FUCK me!” she screamed in the most intense heat. Kang finally got the White bitch to submit her pussy to his power-fucking.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME FUCKME FUCKME GOD!! FUUUUCK!!” she kept screaming, her body bypassing her brain and her mouth shouting what her pussy was feeling:

TOTAL WORSHIP TO KOREAN COCK.

***

She accepted his Asian cum…

…That single act alone meant so much to Kang. He hugged her body close and brushed back her damp hair, and looked with deep affection and thankfulness into her smiling sex-exhausted eyes.

It made Kang smile.

He felt so happy.

They held each other in the unbearable heat and sweat. The clammy sticky sheets and sex-soaked mattress. Their shared bodyheat burning, scorching them up.

All of the mixed milky juices leaking down out of her used-up cumbucket pussy, and onto Kang’s fleshy cock, like the waters were desperately trying to return to their bottled-up source.

They held each other’s bodies tighter and Kang let her lie on top of him, her body clammy and limp from his ravishing her in consensual, begged-for, but near-practical rape from the intensity and passion of his lust-fucking this White girl and exploring her offered-up body.

Kang slowly pulled his penis out of her soaked and sperm-filled pussy and savored how good she feels by rubbing the engorged and post-cum ultra-sensitive head of his Korean cock over her pussy lips, teasing at the entrance, and rubbing his cum-leaking sensitive cockhead and pisshole over her swollen clit, also ultra-sensitive in their shared post-fuck afterglow.

He slowly dipped his Asian dick back inside her pussy and slowly pulled out again, and slowly reinserted himself into her. He made her moan long and drawn out each time he did this, and he repeated the action, savoring how good her heavenly pussy made him feel such sexual divinity by his loving conquest and her acceptance of him as an Asian man.

***

The Asian man finally felt worthy of her and the sinfully sensual pleasures her holy body offered so generously to him.

Kang felt like a king. An Emperor. He finally felt like a legitimate, intimate, MAN.

The Korean felt accepted by her; he finally found a White woman who truly accepted every part of him, deeply.

Kang felt LOVED.

Saranghae

“Sah-lahng-heh,” Kang so gratefully moaned in ecstasy, moaning the words of sexually thankful worship and love to soak permanently deep into her White skin.

“I love you.”

His body worshipped and drank her naked exposed vulnerable feminine love.

I LOVE YOU

SARANGHAE

I LOVE YOU

“I love you,” Kang admitted to her once more as his hands and mouth resumed exploring the treasure of her sweaty clammy body, reveling in her delicious White skin and reliving the carnal sins he committed so blissfully as he left his stains imprinted forever upon her heart. And she thanked him for all of his worshipful lust and ravenous ravishings of her prim and proper pussy that needed to be manhandled so thoroughly dominated and given over to his foreign masculine Oriental lust.

“I’m sorry, but I love you,” Kang whispered in her ear as he held her body even tighter against his chest, the lean muscles of his golden arms around her back, pushing her breasts and heart closer to merge with his own chest until their heartbeats synchronized.

“Thank you for letting me fuck your body,” Kang kissed her deep and slow. He massaged her sweaty right breast with his right hand and massaged her slow… gentle… worshipfully grateful for her love.

“Thank you for giving your body to me,” Kang kissed her deeper.

“Thank you so much,” Kang passionately whispered into her mouth between deep, wet, taste-savoring kisses to her delicious pink lips.

He was still hard. Her pussy wanted it too.

He had to have her sweet loving pink pussy again.

He kept fucking her pussy.

Fucking that pussy.

Fucking that pussy—

Fucking her in her pussy—

The Korean eternally fucked her White feminine pink cunt pussy…

“I love fucking you,” Kang breathlessly panted into her mouth as he leaned in and held the back of her head for the deep kiss as he continued pumping her pussy hard and relentless. Merciless. Lovingly worshipful of her pussy with his Asian dick pistoning her pink cum-juice-leaking White girl pussy…

“GOD!! FUUUUUCK, I LOVE YOU!!”

Kang flooded her worshipping White Goddess pussy with streams and streams of hot milky Asian sperm.

His own “Korean Cream.”

His liquid children… swimming inside the overflowing pool of pearly white cum that was so sexily spilling out of the equally-grateful White woman’s glistening pussy.

For the Korean Kang, the sight of his Asian cum dominating and staining her gorgeous White Goddess Pussy was the most beautiful thing of all time— in this world, in this life, in this universe— in all of fucking godforsaken life and existence itself.

To him, making love with her was loving the divine and connecting with the healing forces of the universe.

They lay together, with him still on top of her… both god and goddess thoroughly fucked… sexually exhausted… drenched in their sticky wet love-lotions, a holy-perverse mix of their intimate fluids offered through orgams to each other in mutual sexual worship. The sacred sex between them, over time, forever bonded their souls to one another. And they knew they would always remained connected, heart to mind, body to spirit, spirit to soul, and cock-to-pussy… intertwined together, in complimentary opposites, in their eternally heated embrace.

They continued kissing and tasting each other on their lips again, as they began doing that night so long ago… that distant yet treasured memory…

 

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