Virgin Asian Dominated

Disclaimer: I might not be the best storyteller, but I'll try at least. This story also involves racism, cheating and a top putting his bottom in panties, so if that's not your thing you shouldn't read.

To understand this story, you need to know I've always been a bit gay, though I've tried to hide it and I've been insecure over the effeminate behaviour that I've tried to repress (even though I've never been fully successful). This insecurity is also compounded by the fact that I happen to be a 19-year-old 5'7 Asian guy, which is basically the stereotype of a non-manly guy. Nonetheless, I dated a few girls in secondary school (high school) and even had sex with an exgirlfriend a few times.

On this Saturday, I decided through a mix of horniness, boredom and opportunity (my mum was away on business) to download Grindr, and messaged a couple guys in the "Jock" tribe, not quite sure whether I wanted to fuck or be fucked. I guess fate decided that I should be fucked: all the guys who messaged me back were tops. I invited one in particular round to my house - he was white, handsome in a kind of preppy way with a swimmer's body and an average length but thick dick. He was also "straight", and lived with his girlfriend. I spent the next hour in alternating terror and horniness as I prepared for his arrival.

Then he did arrive and oh my god he was so much more handsome than I anticipated. He shut the door behind him, and brought my face to his to make out by placing his hand on the back of my head. (I'm glad he did - it set the tone for our encounter and I'm also not sure that I would have been able to make out with him solely of my own accord.) His other hand he placed on the small of my back, and I decided to reciprocate by feeling up his abs. The hand that was on my back inched its way down my jeans, and eventually his finger began to probe my asshole. He broke away from the kiss. "You weren't lying about being a virgin," he smiled. "That's one tight, fresh pussy." Before I could say anything in reply, his finger suddenly penetrated my hole and I groaned. He smiled further, and then added another finger. His other hand took one of mine and placed it on his bulge. "Feel that," he commanded, and I did. It was much bigger than mind, and it seemed firmer than mine had ever been.

As I felt his bulge, he took his finger out of my ass and I groaned once again. "I bet you liked that finger in your chink cunt," he told me, as if it was just a fact of life. Even though normally, I wouldn't stand for someone calling me a "chink", he had brought me so far into his atmosphere of domination that I couldn't do anything but say yes to him. "I bet you'd like my white cock more. Beg for it."

I did. "Please sir," I whined/moaned, "I want your cock so much. I bet it's so thick, I bet you've fucked so many Asian cunts with it." (He had told me that his girlfriend was also Asian, so I realised at this point that he had some kind of yellow fever. It definitely worked.)

His next move was a bit more out there. He told me to take him to my bedroom, and so I did. I thought we were going to get straight to "business", but he had other plans. "Strip for me", he told me. He watched me with hungry eyes as I threw off my hoodie and slipped off my jeans. When I was completely naked, he took a bunched up and matching pair of red, silky panties and bra out from his pocket. "Put these on," he said, as he threw them at me. "They're my girlfriend's," he explained, with a cheeky grin. Something about becoming this hot alpha's girlfriend turned me on immensely, and I put on the panties with gusto. He had to help me with the bra - I couldn't figure out the clasp. It turned me on to have his hands roam my body, helping me so competently. "Fuck," he said, breathily, when he finished putting the bra on me. "You look so feminine. I bet you don't even shave." I admitted bashfully that I didn't, and I could feel his bulge on my ass behind me.

"I'm gonna eat your smooth pussy," he told me as he got onto his knees and pushed me so that I was bent over my bedframe. What I didn't expect was how good his tongue in my hole would feel. He had my cheeks pushed apart and my panties pushed over to one side so he had better access to my hole. His tongue flicked inside me as I moaned, before he got up again. "Next time you're sucking my dick," he said, "but this time I can't wait for your sweet virgin pussy. Stay there."

He rolled on a condom I'd bought from the corner shop and spat on my hole while I was bent over. "You Asian sissies are so beautiful bent over, don't you agree?" I moaned affirmatively at an opinion that had never crossed my mind before as his cock slowly filled me. "Ohhhh, you're so tight," he moaned. "So much tighter than my girlfriend." He grabbed at my bra (and the chest underneath it) as he said that, and brought himself closer to my face, thrusting deeper.

That deepness was the final straw for me. "Oh," I groaned, "stop - please stop." He paused at that. "Are you sure?" He asked. "We can take it at your pace, if you want." This option sounded more appealing to me than ridding this alpha top of his orgasm and so I assented. "Good girl," he said as he stroked my face. "Good chink fag."

He climbed onto my bed and lay down, his cock like a beacon for my ass. I climbed on top of him and I backed my ass down him, groaning and moaning, until I could feel his pubes on my ass. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He told me. "This is what you chinks were born to do, after all." He told me more things like this as I slowly picked up the pace, becoming more confident as my tight hole stretched into the shape of his cock. "Do you want me to start thrusting again?" He asked, and I said yes. He held me in place in the air as he thrusted his dick in and out, always keeping about half of it inside me. Finally, he came, and pulled his now flaccid, though no less impressive cock, out of me.

He took off the condom, which was filled with his cum. "Do you want a taste?" He asked as he dipped a finger inside the cum and brought that finger to my lips. I tasted it - it was salty, and probably one of the worst tastes of my life, but, driven by a mix of submission and horniness, I took the condom from him and drank it all. He ruffled my hair. "Good boy." He comforted me, telling me how good I was and how proud of me he was, until I fell asleep. When I woke up, he was gone, but I was still wearing the bra and panties from last night and I had a text from him on Grindr: You can return the clothes next time. ;)