I had lived a sheltered existence until I met Chris. He was the kind of guy that my mother had always warned me to stay away from. I had been a dutiful daughter my whole life, doing everything my mother wanted me to do. I never questioned what she wanted for me and I never really saw myself with a guy who wasn't Asian, like me.

"Don't trust white men," my mother had warned me on many occasions. "They want to enslave you and make you their servant forever."

"How is that any different than Asian guys?" I asked her innocently. From what I had seen of my parent's relationship, my mother was basically my father's slave. She did everything he asked.

"Asian men respect Asian women. You can't trust a white man to do that. So stop looking at them!"

"I wasn't!"

"I saw you looking, Linda. I know you well enough to know what you are interested in. If I ever see you with a white man it will bring me great shame."

"Yes, mama," I said. I hadn't realized that I had been checking out white men in front of my mother. Of course, I knew that I had a thing for white men, I had just never acted on it because of her warnings. I knew better than to disobey my mother. I never meant to disregard her warnings. It was just that Chris was so sexy that he disarmed me. He left me speechless. Before I knew it, he was closer than I had anticipated.

I was dressed to kill at the club that night. I had my Asian boyfriend with me and an entourage of friends. I was drunk and dancing when I saw Chris staring at me from the sidelines. He was leaning up against the wall and staring straight at me. I smiled politely but the smile he gave me back was full of desire and sexual energy. I was drawn to him and I found myself staring at him all night, even during the slow songs when my boyfriend was holding me close. I looked up at Chris and saw that he was motioning for me to come to him.

"Honey, I need to use the restroom," I told my boyfriend. I slipped away and walked toward Chris. I followed him to the hallway that led to the restrooms and as soon as we were out of view from the crowd he grabbed me, pushed me up against the wall and kissed me deeply. I had never had a man do something so brazen and I let it happen, enjoying the dangerous sensations of giving in to something I knew was wrong. My mother would kill me. My boyfriend was right there in the other room. I was a cheating slut and I let the taste of Chris's mouth linger on my tongue until I felt like I might faint from the way he was making me feel. White men were taboo. Why was I doing this?

It didn't stop there. Chris's hands were up my shirt, then up my skirt. His fingers were fondling my pussy and I spread my legs further to encourage him. Just his fingers working my pussy over my panties felt better than anything my Asian boyfriend had ever done to me.

"Should we get out of here, go back to my place?"

"My boyfriend is here with me."

"So text him and tell him you had to go. Come on with me. I promise I'll make it worth your while." I looked up into his blue eyes and I was smitten. There was nothing I could do about the way that I felt for him.

"Okay, let's go," I agreed and I let him pull me out the side door of the club and into the parking lot. The whole drive to his house was filled with him fingering my pussy and then him pulling out his cock and commanding me to stroke it. I put my hand on his shaft and moved it up and down. He looked happy and I wondered if this is what my mother meant by being a slave for a white man. If it was, then maybe it wasn't a bad thing. I liked the way Chris jumped around a bit as I took control of his cock with my hand. I leaned over the seat and put his cock in my mouth and began to suck.

"Oh, baby! That feels so fucking good," Chris praised me. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my mouth further onto his cock until I choked. I felt like his little, Asian slave girl. Surprisingly, it was a turn on.

"Here, let me get the door for you," he cut the engine and I waited for him to walk around and open my door. He was a gentleman, also opening his front door for me. He led me to the living room and offered me a drink. We sat there, sipping our drinks until he moved closer to me and looked deep into my eyes.

"Your name is Linda, right?"

"Yes."

"Linda, I want to fuck the living shit out of you right now. Can I do that?" He kissed my neck and I felt chills working their way through my body as he kissed one spot and then another. I had never felt this way before and I knew that fucking my first white man was going to be a very special experience. I let him pull off my clubbing outfit and then my bra. All that was left were my panties and he left those on, teasing me by rubbing my pussy.

"Please..." I begged as he kissed me.

"Please what?"

"Please make love to me."

"Oh no, honey. I'm not going to make love to you. Your boyfriend can do that. I'm going to fuck you."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, confused by this detail. All my Asian boyfriends had been into making love but Chris was into something else, something I hadn't experienced.

"Yeah." He pulled my panties off and spread my legs. He went down on me, licking the folds of my pussy with his white tongue in ways I had never dreamed were possible. How could this man make me cum so hard with just his tongue alone? It was unbelievable. I screamed and bucked against his mouth but he held me in place, forcing me to take the onslaught of his mouth. I wriggled against his force, unable to monitor the sounds that were coming out of me. I sounded like someone else, like someone who was getting fucked nice and hard. He pulled his mouth from my pussy and took in a deep inhale of air.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. I was shocked at how good he was.

"Don't you run away from me." He pulled me closer to him and took off his own clothes. "You ready for this white dick?"

"I think so..."

"You think so? That's not a good answer!" He sunk his cock deep into my pussy with one slick thrust. I was gushing with wetness and I could hear it as his cock moved in and out of me. I wasn't prepared for how thick his white dick was going to be. I could feel it stretching open my tight, Asian hole until I was begging for mercy.

"Please! It's too much!"

"No, it isn't! Take my white cock! Take it!" He held me in place, fucking me with the kind of brutal force I had always secretly wanted a guy to take me with. All my Asian boyfriends had been pussies compared to Chris. I liked the way he took control, using my Asian holes as if he owned them, just the way my mother had warned me white men would. I just hadn't realized that what my mother was warning me against was exactly what I had been wanting. I wanted Chris to use me. I wanted him to objectify me and use my Asian pussy to get his superior white cock off. I was into this and if I was being honest, I had never cum this hard in my life.

I needed Chris forever. I was already addicted after the first few orgasms, but he didn't stop there. Chris fucked me for over an hour, using me in positions I had never tried before, and also some positions my boyfriend and I had tried. Chris was so much better than any Asian dick I had ever had that I knew my entire life was going to be different once he was done fucking me. I couldn't go back to my old life after cumming this much.

I screamed. Chris was pounding my pussy hard with his thickness. He was using me, holding me down and taking what he wanted from me. I looked up into his sadistic eyes and I knew that I was already completely in love with him. Or maybe I was just obsessed with his dick. I felt so opened up, so vulnerable. No one had ever made me feel the things I was feeling. I could hear my phone going off over and over again and I knew it was my boyfriend wondering if I was okay. It only made me cum harder as Chris pounded my pussy hard and fast.

"Your stupid boyfriend is calling. You need to answer it?" Chris grabbed my phone from the nearby table I had set it on and handed it to me. His cock was still inside me. I answered it.

"Hey, honey. No, I felt sick. No, I'm fine. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." Chris was loving this. His cock was even harder as I spoke with my boyfriend and I could tell that Chris knew he was the superior man. He waited until I had hung up to really pound me.

"Can your boyfriend fuck you like this?" He held my legs and fucked me, screwing me harder than any man had ever dared to.

"No! You're the best!"

"Tell me my white cock is superior."

"Your white cock is superior!" I screamed.

"Tell me you love my white cock!"

"I love your white cock!"

"That's a good, Asian slut!" Chris screamed and I knew he was cumming by the way he growled like a fucking animal. I was a bit scared. I had never seen a man cum so intensely. I could feel his cum filling my pussy and the warmth spread through my insides nicely until I had a nice, full feeling. He pulled out of my pussy slowly and carefully. The cum began to drip almost immediately and he found me a small towel to catch it with.

"Wow," I said slowly as I tried to stand up and found that my legs were too weak for me to stand on. "I've never cum that hard before."

"Good." Chris looked proud of himself. "You know, a lot of Asian girls never go back to Asian men after fucking with me."

"I can see why," I admitted.

"Are you going to be one of those girls?" He sat next to me and wrapped his arm around me. "I enjoyed fucking you a lot."

"I enjoyed it too," I said, ignoring his question about me never fucking Asian men again.

"Enough to go again?" I looked over at his cock and saw it was already hard again. I was shocked. In all my years I had never seen a guy ready to go again so fast.

"I don't know! I can try..."

"That's my girl," Chris pulled me close and kissed me and before I knew it, he was back inside of me, making me cum. He rocked my body all fucking night and by morning my pussy was sore and tired. I had cum so many times that I could feel a permanent tingling sensation in all of my extremities. I realized that my mother had been wrong about white men. If this was enslavement, then I wanted it. I wanted to be Chris's Asian sex slave if it meant a million more orgasms. I was sprung, smitten and completely enslaved by Chris's white cock already. I was addicted to it and I knew that from that moment on I would never fuck another Asian man again. From now on, I was a white cock addict. I admitted it to myself as Chris turned over and smiled at me.

"I'm not done with you," he told me and there was mischief in his eyes that told me I was in for a rough road. I was so sore already, I didn't know how I was going to go on but I opened my legs for him anyway, letting him deeper inside of me than any Asian dick had ever managed. My mother was going to fucking kill me but I couldn't think about that now, not with Chris's cock pounding my pussy into oblivion. All I could do now was cum and scream for him and his big, white dick.