“You like my big white cock, bitch?” Kaylee’s boyfriend grunted as he pulled Kaylee’s head forward onto his dick, digging his nails into her scalp.
When they first started dating, Kaylee thought Kyle would be different from the other white guys with “yellow fever” at their prestigious university. He was so sweet, sensitive, and caring. But once Kaylee started putting out, Kyle fell back on the same lazy, racist tropes all the worst white guys used to ‘woo’ Asian girls.
Besides, “big white cock?” Kaylee thought, more like “average, pale, and soft.”
“You like that you little Korean whore?” Kyle pulled harder and faster. Kaylee rolled her eyes, wondering when this embarrassingly unpleasant ordeal would be over. Fortunately for Kaylee, Kyle’s 5.5 inches softened in her mouth as it struggled to pump two spurts of cum onto her tongue. Zoned out, Kaylee continued bobbing her head up and down, not noticing Kyle had already finished.
“Yeah bitch, swallow that huge load. That’s enough now” Kyle immobilized Kaylee’s head to stop her from sucking. His penis, now soft and shriveled, fell out of her mouth. “Good little whore.”
Kaylee didn’t used to mind being called whore. In high school, Kaylee was the innocent, nerdy girl people tricked into doing their math homework. She wasn’t exactly considered prom material. At 5’2″, 100 pounds, with long black hair and larger-than-average C-cup breasts, Kaylee wasn’t an unattractive girl, she just never put any effort into her appearance. Studying took priority over boys. After she started putting on makeup, choosing better clothes, and ditched her glasses, she started to notice and appreciate the effects of the male gaze. She was so excited by the newfound attention that she didn’t care much what anyone called her as they thought she was hot.
The COVID-19 pandemic changed everything. All across the country, people of Asian descent were being unfairly targeted just because the virus was first identified in China. A year of violence and a decade or racist cat-calling asking her if her “pussy was slanted” soured Kaylee on raceplay in the bedroom. Even if Kyle were just pretending, it wasn’t fun to get intimate only to hear the same epithets as from random strangers on the street.
“You’re a lucky girl. You get to swallow superior white male seed.” Kyle grinned, impressed with himself.
Kaylee offered a smile and a weak “yeah.” In her heart, she cringed at how cringey her boyfriend sounded. “Seed,” really?
Kyle stood up and grabbed five tissues from a tissue box, using one and wasting four to clean up the drops of cum on the tip of his flaccid penis. Of course, he never offered Kaylee one for her lips. Kaylee felt a sudden overwhelming sense of dread as if her stomach were being pulled down into a bottomless pit. Her boyfriend might be a pathetic racist, but if she just dutifully served him and imbibed two weakly pumps of his sperm, what did that make her? Was she only encouraging his racist behavior by blowing him every day?
The feeling in Kaylee’s stomach rolled from a cold dread into a warmer irritation and then a white hot rage. She deserved better than this.
As a child, Kaylee used to dream of the perfect man who would sweep her off her feet. Shave but genuine. Manly but affectionate. Rich but compassionate. As she was grew up she realized the man of her dreams probably didn’t exist, but why now had she settled for so little? It was time to ditch this loser and find someone who would treat her right. It was time to end things.
“We need to talk, Kyle” Kaylee stated nervously. She was scared Kyle would take this very badly. She barely managed to push through the knots in her stomach to continue. “This isn’t working for me anymore.”
Kaylee girded herself for one of Kyle’s temper tantrums She was caught off guard when he wholeheartedly agreed.
“Yeah, babe, I’ve been feeling the same way.” Kyle replied. Maybe this can be an amicable break up after all, Kaylee mused to herself. “Sex just isn’t exciting anymore. We need something to spice things up”
“That’s not what I-” Kaylee interjected but Kyle raised his voice. He did this whenever anyone spoke over him. He said it made him manly.
“I have something I want to try. I read about it online. It’s where you let another guy fuck your girl. It’s called cuckolding. Apparently a lot of Asian girls who have things for white guys do it so I think we should give it a try.”
WHAT. THE. FUCK?
Kaylee could only see red. Did she matter so little to her boyfriend that he was ready to pass her around to other men like a cheap piece of meat? She inhaled deeply, ready to put him on blast but he raised his voice even louder to prevent her from speaking.
“Wait, wait, but, like, I don’t want be to be the cuck. I wanna be the bull. That’s the one fucking the other guy’s girl. It turns me on so much. But I don’t need to fuck another girl to do it I promise. I mean, unless you’re okay with that? If not it’s no biggie….”
As escort bursa Kyle trailed off, Kaylee saw her opening. She traced her path to the exit of Kyle’s dorm room along the floor, preparing herself for a triumphant exit after unceremoniously dumping this loser once and for all. But just then, another thought came to her. A devious thought. She wasn’t ready to leave yet.
“Sounds like you have something in mind?” Kaylee inquired, still grappling with the scheme that popped into her head moments earlier.
“Yeah actually…. we find an Asian guy — there’s no shortage of those on campus — and let him think he has a shot with you. Like he’s gonna get lucky. Then I come in and swoop you off your feet. Instead of getting laid, he gets to watch his girl carried away by a superior white man. Doesn’t that sound so hot? Don’t worry though, we can make it so you don’t have to touch or even see his dick.”
Kaylee was pushed over the edge. Any reservation, any doubt in her mind was cleared. It wasn’t enough to cut this loser out of her life. She needed revenge.
“That’s….” Kaylee started, temporarily lost her composure and quickly recovered. “That sounds so hot, Kyle. How do we start?”
Kyle gave Kaylee a toothy grin as if her acceptance come as a massive surprise. Feigning a smile back, Kaylee was stung by Kyle’s dried cum, hardening around the edge of her lips.
******
“Don’t let them know how much of a slut you really are or you’ll scare them off” Kyle suggested. 48 hours after Kyle revealed his cuckolding fantasy, Kaylee was updating her old online dating profile..”Let them know you’re a good traditional Korean girl.”
Even though neither of Kaylee’s parents were born in the United States, Kaylee herself felt as American as apple pie. Korean girls she knew growing up usually end up one of two ways: some felt an irreconcilable disconnect to their culture and worked doubly hard to compensate while others like Kaylee embraced the culture of their classmates and friends as their own. Kaylee honored the traditions of her parents, but also loved baseball, pizza, and rock music. The thought she could be a “traditional a Korean girl” could only exist in the vapid fantasies of a vulgar ignoramus like Kyle.
“Don’t worry,” Kaylee responded. “I’ll make sure.”
Not thirty seconds after Kaylee reopened her profile, a deluge of throwaway, copy-paste messages filled her inbox. “Hi”, “hey there how u doin?”, “hi bb want sum fuk?” How original!
For hours the messages continued with not a single prospect among them. Most weren’t Asian and thus didn’t fit Kyle’s fantasy. Some were too old, some too creepy, and others obviously fake. By 11:30, Kyle stepped away from the computer and threw himself on the bed, dejected. He pulled up Kaylee’s new profile on his phone, hunting for critiques.
“I thought I told you not to use that as your cover photo. We’re going for a ‘traditional in the streets and slut in the sheets’ vibe, not the queen-of-the-nerds girl look” Kyle snapped, the anger flying off his tongue in darts. “Those huge-ass glasses are ugly Kaylee. Get rid of it. Now.”
“It attracted you, didn’t it?” Kaylee shot back.
“But that’s different! I see you for who you really are.” Kyle said. Kaylee thought maybe Kyle was leading somewhere romantic; “you’re a nerd with an insatiable craving for white dick.” No such luck. Kaylee turned away and winced so hard she could hear the blood coursing through the veins in her head. She wanted so badly to tell him off, but she knew she had to maintain her cool if her plan was to succeed.
DING. (1) NEW MESSAGE.
Kaylee glanced over at the screen, expecting another low effort DM. Instead, she found just what she was looking for.
*******
Most people wouldn’t know looking at Nelson Q that he was a top rower on the university crew team, nor that he was in the top 5% by GPA in the sophomore class. If he were white, Nelson felt he would be one of the most popular guys on campus, but as a Chinese man at an American university, Nelson felt an invisible hand constantly pulling him into the background.
Nonetheless, his kind message, polished profile, and perhaps a few crew pictures that showed off his muscular arms were enough to catch Kaylee’s eye.
Kaylee and Nelson had been chatting on-and-off for two weeks now and tonight was no exception. Perched on her desk chair with her face glued to her phone, Kaylee learned more about this new man while her current man lay on her bed, staring listlessly at the ceiling, vigorously tossing a handball back and forth against the wall.
“All this texting is pointless Kay. Set up a date, get him back here, and let me do the rest. The more he gets to know you the harder it will be for him when he realizes what’s going om. You’re only making it worse for him. “
“I agreed to your fantasy, didn’t I? Let me at least get to know him a little bit” Kaylee replied, eyes still glued to her phone.
“There’s. Nothing. To. Know. You’re not görükle escort going to be buddies with him. He’ll probably hate your guts after I’m done with him. But none of that matters. He’s a guy. He’s DTF. Set up a date and let’s go.”
“Believe it or not, Kyle, not everyone is like you. He actually wants to get to know me.” Kaylee knew she went a little too far and braced herself for the consequences..
“Wh-what the hell are you saying? Are you falling for this guy?” Kyle sat up in the bed. The ball, still in-flight, bounced off the wall and struck him on the back of his head. The pain was minor and only served to amplify his irritation. “Maybe this was a bad idea after all. I don’t want to do this anymore. Tell him you’re not interested anymore. Finished.”.
Kaylee knew she needed to act quickly before her plan evaporated before her eyes.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Kaylee said, summoning the sweetest voice she could muster. She sat down next to Kyle and grabbed his hand. “you’re the only man for me.” Kaylee put her arms on Kyle’s shoulder and pushed him down backward onto the bed. Her period helped her avoid sex with Kyle for the last two weeks — thank men’s poor understanding of female anatomy — but there was no escaping it now if she wanted to keep her plan on track.
Kaylee unzipped Kyle’s pants, reaching in and pulling open his boxers. Kyle’s flaccid penis was pulsing, getting harder, standing up, and then finally stiffly pointing toward the ceiling. Without saying a word, Kyle laid back and put both hands behind his head and thrust his hips upward towards Kaylee.
Kaylee knew Kyle wanted her to ride him. This was typical of Kyle: no foreplay, no build up, just thrusting his dry dick into the air expecting Kaylee to climb atop and do all the work. As usual, Kaylee was left literally high and dry.
Kaylee stripped down to her panties. She climbed atop the bed, positioning her thin legs on either side of Kyle’s body. The head of Kyle’s dick teased Kaylee’s pussy. She might have found it slightly arousing if her boyfriend’s attitude weren’t so repulsive. As much as she needed to fuck her boyfriend to calm him down, she was so sexually uninterested that her vagina was practically arid.
Thinking quickly, Kaylee grabbed her phone and opened her WhatsApp chat with Nelson.
Kaylee: Can u do something for me.?
Nelson:?
Kaylee: can u send me some pics?
Kaylee: I’m feeling lonely tonight
Nelson: pics of what…?
Kaylee: what do u think *wink*
“My dicks not getting any harder Kaylee. Put the phone down please.” Kyle moaned, too horny to sound agitated. He continued thrusting his hips upward, scraping the outside of Kaylee’s pussy with his unremarkable dick. Kaylee almost felt bad for the helpless little animal.
“I’m setting up the date,” Kaylee lied. “Give me a minute. ” Nelson’s photos started to arrive. First a few regular pics. Not what Kaylee wanted. More pictures arrived. Nelson shirtless, rowing, muscles bulging from his arms. More pictures. More secrets of Nelson’s body revealed. Kaylee unconsciously pinched her middle and forefinger and started gently rubbing her clit.
She pictured herself laying back in a rowboat on a large lake. The water calm as if she were the only living thing for miles. The air still except for the sounds of birds chirping in the distance. Just then a tall, muscular Nelson rowed alongside her and lifted himself into her boat, his muscular frame silhouetted against the bright sun. Naked. Horny. Alone. Kaylee needed this. She spread her legs around her new companion and drew him gently into her. His body wholly enveloped her. She felt warm, safe, wanted.
“I hope you’re thinking of me.” Kyle said, more than a twinge of insecurity in his tone. Kaylee’s pussy was dripping wet and Kyle’s thrusts into the outside of her pussy we’re getting stronger.
Deep in her reveries, Kaylee took several seconds to register Kyle’s interruption. She gripped his penis hard, guided it between her lips, and lowered her hips down slowly.
“Yes,” Kaylee lied. “I’m thinking of you.”
*******
For weeks, Kaylee revisited the fantasy with Nelson over and over again. She maintained a minimum facade of attraction to Kyle to keep her plan on track, but once she was alone, she could shut her eyes and instantly be transported back to the boat on the lake with her new man.
Kaylee was now texting Nelson daily, so much that she had to constantly hide it from Kyle. To Kaylee’s surprise, Nelson never asked her to send nudes, a commonplace step in modern online dating. When asked why, he simply said he wanted to get to know her emotionally first. In Nelson, Kaylee saw everything she ever wanted from the fantastical dream man of her youth and absolutely everything her current boyfriend was not..
Kyle and the men like him needed to be taught a lesson. Weeks of planning had finally come together. The date was set for 6PM. Today was the day Kaylee was going bursa escort bayan to get payback.
“This is how it’s going to work” declared Kyle, still under the impression the situation was at all in his control. “Your first date will be casual, pick one of the campus dining halls. You’ll chat for a bit, lead him on, let him think he’s going to get lucky. Then then I’ll come ove, introduce myself as an acquaintance, and swoop you off your feet. Is that clear enough for you or do I need to repeat it?”
Kyle’s belief that a dining hall made for a good first date was probably a red flag Kaylee should have noticed when they first started going out. She smirked at the thought; it was all she could do to cover her irritation at Kyle’s condescending tone. It was clear to her now that she wasn’t a person to him, just a fuckable piece of meat for his twisted sex fantasies.
In a few hours, she’d show him.
“Mmhmm” Kaylee nodded. “Remind me again what you find so hot about this?”
“What isn’t hot about this? This loser thinks he has a shot with you. This is probably the closest his virgin-ass has gotten to getting laid. He thinks you’re a sure thing. Then a perfect stranger comes over and blows his chances and takes you away forever. He’s probably crushed on other Asian girls before only to see them fall for better white men.” Kyle continued, a bulge beginning to peak out through his pants.
“Soooo it’s about humiliation?” Kaylee asked seductively, ready to begin twisting the proverbial knife. “You want him to be humiliated knowing his date is fucking another man?”
“Yes. Exactly. Knowing that his girl is fucking someone else and he’ll never get her back. Imagining another man’s seed in his girl’s fertile womb. I can’t wait to see the look on his face. And I didn’t say he had to watch but if you can convince him…”
As Kyle trailed off, Kaylee lightly caressed the bulge in Kyle’s pants. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll give you a night to remember.”
*******
The butterflies in Kaylee’s stomach had never flapped as hard. She added the last plate of Fettuccine Alfredo to her tray and stepped out into the dining hall, scanning for the man from all the pictures. Her tray shook in her hands.
“Kaylee?” A deep voice echoed behind her. She spun around quickly only to come face to chest with Nelson’s practically sculpted pecs. Her tray, already precarious in her trembling hands, crashed to the floor, covering Nelson’s pristine sneakers with Alfredo sauce. Kaylee looked up to match Nelson’s gaze. An eternity passed as they soaked in the awkwardness of the moment.
“…You look nothing like your pictures.” Kaylee whimpered, her face now bright red. “and I’ve covered your shoes in sauce.”
Nelson laughed. “Haha yeah I took those pics freshman year before Corona. I had nothing to do during lockdown except work out.” Nelson’s affable tone relaxed Kaylee and a smile slowly peeked through her lips. “Oh uhh don’t sorry about the shoes” Nelson continued. “it’s just white sauce.”
Kaylee and Nelson found a seat neat a window, overlooking the campus soccer field. Despite their date’s awkward beginning, the conversation flowed effortlessly. When Kaylee talked about her interest in Renaissance Artists, Nelson actually listened to her instead of rolling his eyes, reading his phone, or cracking vulgar jokes about facefucking Mona Lisa; he was actually interested in listening to her instead of just hearing himself talk. And when it was Kaylee’s turn to be curious, Nelson actually talked passionately about his interests instead of trailing off or veering the conversation towards getting his dick wet.
“Kaylee? hi!” Kyle approached from behind Nelson and came to an abrupt stop behind him. Kyle stood imperiously over Nelson’s chair. “Can I join you? Who’s your friend?”
“Sure,” Kaylee replied, grinning. “Kyle, this is my new friend Nelson. We’re finding out how much we have in common! Nelson this is Kyle, an acquaintance of mine from freshman year.”
Kyle winked vigorously at Kaylee as if he were trying to signal her from 100 feet away. He placed his tray next to Kaylee’s and sat down closely beside her and diagonally across from Nelson.
“Hey bro, I wouldn’t eat that fish.” Nelson remarked earnestly, pointing at a plate on Kyle’s tray. “I was just chatting with my friend in the kitchen and she said they’re using expired fish from the campus restaurant for that.”
“You should listen to him,” Kaylee added. “Nelson is a *big strong guy* on the crew team and he knows a lot about nutrition and eating healthy.” Darts of jealousy and anger rising in Kyle’s eyes.
“First of all I’m not your bro. Second I don’t need you to tell me what to eat. Hold up I’m grabbing some more food”. Kyle quickly stood up from his chair, banging his knees into the bottom of the table. As Kyle walked back towards the food, Kaylee could see him clenching his fists.
Just as quickly as he left, Kyle returned to the table with four plates of fish, filling an entire new tray. He placed the tray across from his first, next to Nelson’s.
“Kyle, I meant no disrespect. I’m just looking out for you as Kaylee’s friend.” Nelson apologized, attempting to deescalate and reboot the conversation.