This is based on a true story...
My name is Nari, now 38 years old, living in the States. I've come to accept who I am. I'm a submissive Asian slut. I don't fight it anymore. I cherish it. This is how it all started.
I was born and raised in Japan to a very traditional family where women are supposed to be compliant and take care of the extended family, while ignoring their needs to a large degree. That environment created limitations on understanding who I was. That all changed when I moved to the U.S. to attend art school. I was ready for a change, to branch out.
I recall seeing the American servicemen in Japan and was always drawn to them. Their fit, athletic bodies and blue eyes intrigued me but I never put it all together. Although I was only a teenager, I remember having a tingly feeling around them. I would only find out why years later.
After arriving in San Francisco, everything changed. I was in a new world, improving my English in a city with a large Asian population. I was able to blend in while experiencing something I never had before - all these attractive, hot white guys noticing me.
School was more intense than I realized it would be. The weeks of classes could be grueling, staying up late to finish projects and keeping it together on caffeine. After the first few weeks of school, I needed to get away and blow off steam. I'm not able to drink like so many others (I get the Asian glow and then feel sick) so that wasn't an option. Another Asian female student that I met in the prior week suggested that I go to a night club with her to dance and get away. Although I was nervous, I agreed to go.
I was nervous yet excited as I slipped my thin red mini dress over my almost non existent thong and applied my makeup. I was determined to turn heads by looking slightly naughty. The strapless dress accentuated my neck and shoulders but didn't allow for a bra. I was a little concerned by the dress because my Asian nipples tend to get very hard when I'm excited and in this dress there is no way to hide my excitement. With my long dark hair teased and my my small Asian feet wedged into my high heels, we made our way to the club.
When we arrived, I couldn't believe my eyes! Hordes of hot white guys dancing and milling about the floor. I cant lie. I was a bit intimidated by the scene but determined to make the most of the night. After all, I looked delicious! As we made our way threw the crowd, I received several longing stares as guys looked me up and down. The attention was getting to me and I felt my nipples harden. After several more minutes, the vibe and the music began to relax me, as I took it all in. Although I can't drink, my girlfriend offered me a sip of her champagne which only enhanced my mood. Just enough to relax but not enough for any ill effects to kick.
After 30 minutes of observing the crowd of bodies moving to the house music, my girlfriend grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. The thump of the music and the comfort of my wing man (or woman) allowed me to flow with the rhythm and lose myself in the atmosphere. I was feeling incredibly sexy with this feeling of anonymity, realizing that no one knows me here so I can do anything I'd like without judgment. My hips becames looser, my ass prominently displayed, as the stares became longer and more inviting.
I was so lost in the moment that I didn't initially recognize the hot white stranger dancing close to me. Before I knew it, I felt him begin to grind against me. The thin fabric of my dress did nothing to suppress the sensation of his long thick cock rubbing against my Asian ass. At first I was startled but then I realized how amazing it felt. I felt empowered to be this shy, petite Asian in a fuck-me dress, having this effect on this hot, athletic blue eyed beauty. Looking at him reminded me of the Americans back home and how I would feel this tingling between my legs when near the servicemen.
Soon it wasn't just his cock that I felt. His hands began running down the sides of my body and over my hips. When I didn't resist, they started to roam down over my ass. The feeling of his big strong hands groping me on the dance floor was electric. As his hands fondled my ass, my Asian pussy began to moisten and my nipples were standing at attention. My obvious physical reaction emboldened him as he moved behind me, grinding his crotch into my ass while his hands brushed over my tits. The gasp that I let out only encouraged him further because he maneuvered me towards a dark corner of the dance floor.
Now slightly more isolated, he grabbed my head and leaned in for a forceful kiss. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth and found my wiling tongue, swirling in the inside of my mouth in an aggressive but highly sexual overture. As this new sensation coursed through my body, I began to melt. My body softened, focusing solely on the feeling, while his hands continued the assault on the rest of me. I had never felt so naughty or so alive in my life. I was powerless.
After what seemed like hours of dance floor foreplay (it was likely only 30 minutes), he leaned in and whispered, "Do you want to get out of here?"
At that point, there was only one response.
"Yes", I muttered breathlessly barely conscious of my surroundings or what was happening to me.
As he led me through the crowd and towards the exit, he wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me tight, and unexpectedly reached his hand under my dress and placed it on my ass. It was like he wanted everyone to know that I was his, that he owned me. He was marking his territory. Although startled, I didn't knock his hand out of the way because his strength was too alluring. It felt amazing to have him treat me like an object for his carnal pleasure. Who am I?
I knew everyone could see us and being on display only heightened the sensation. When his hand slipped under my dress, he realized that there was little to protect me other than a thin spaghetti thong. I could almost here him thinking that only a slut would wear something so revealing. It's as if he realized that this seemingly innocent petite Asian came to club for only one reason and he was going to be certain I didn't leave disappointed.
In the elevator, he spun me around and again attacked my mouth with his. At the same time, he grabbed my hand and moved it to his crotch. I couldn't believe how big, thick and hard he was. Up until then, I had only ever been with Asian men so this was all new to me. He forced me to rub his cock from the outside of his pants and I remember being mesmerized by its size, snapping back awake only when the elevator beeped and the doors opened.
We made it to his car, not speaking as we drove to his apartment. Fortunately he didn't live far away because my body was on fire. As we entered his apartment, he turned me around and pushed me up against the wall so that my ass was pushing back into him. He pinned my arms above my head with his left hand and used his right to reach under my dress and grope my ass.
"Spread your legs", he commanded.
I complied by parting my legs enough to increase his access. Then he ran his fingers between my legs, feeling my moisture as he cupped my pussy. One finger slid between my lips and ran the length of my slit, easily sliding up and down, lubricated with my own juices. The sensation of this strong powerful white hand toying with me was almost too much to bare. I started breathing heavily as the pleasure coursed through my body. It was at this point that he knew had owned me. He turned me back around, kissed me hard again and pushed me down on my knees in front of him. He fumbled for his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled out the most magnificent cock I had ever seen. It was majestic, long, thick, throbbing. I could only stare in awe.
"Do you like my white cock," he asked, already knowing the answer.
