"Excuse me - can you help me?"
Without turning around, Shen knew immediately, just from the tone of voice, what sort of customer was addressing him as he pushed his broom in the aisles of Minh's Chinese Grocery.
A Karen .
He knew it from the way the 'excuse me' came as the expectation of attention rather than earnest politeness. As if she was already perturbed that he had his back turned, ushering dust bunnies away from the corner between the Sunflower's jasmine tea and Pí Dàn, instead of tending to her 0.01 seconds after she walked in the front door with its cracked window glass and bell.
As a teenager, Shen had worked many long hours at the grocery, helping out first his grandmother and then his aunt. In his experience, the white women who infrequently shopped at Minh's were the worst customers to deal with, especially those over the age of about thirty. Entitled, impatient, and usually low-key racist, he'd learned to deal with them and defuse confrontations over the last decade.
Now, at twenty years of age and a university student home for the summer, he'd taken a day shift to help out at his grandmother's request. She was getting senile, the poor thing, and let slip that she was short of help while asking if he was married yet ('I'm only twenty years old, grandma') and handing him a packet of chewable tablets which contained, among other things, ginseng and horny goat weed.
"Caterpillar fungus, also," she'd confided, in her broken english. "Your girlfriend love it."
Yes, grandma.
"She be hypnotized by you, because you big man!"
Yes, grandma.
He'd swallowed two to make her happy, though the gummy bear taste made him seriously doubt any medicinal benefits. That had been just after lunch, and he'd been hoping to get through the afternoon without incident.
"Young man?"
Shen tried to guess what this woman would look like before he leaned his broom against the shelves and turned around. White. Blonde. Maybe with an annoying dog on a leash, against store regulations. Probably early 30's. He bet she'd read an article on Salon.com about the best things to buy at an Asian grocery, and was about to ask for Pocky or some Japanese bullshit they didn't even sell there.
He dusted his hands and turned. There was no dog, but his other expectations had been right on the money. She was white, blonde - in fact, the hair was a very striking bleach job - and he guessed she was in her mid-to-late thirties. What he hadn't expected was that she was wrapped in designer clothing from head to toe - Gucci, Burberry, Louis Vuitton - with diamond rings on her fingers and the best body money could buy. Her fake, bimbo breasts were enormous in the plunging neckline of a silk blouse. She had tights that hugged a thigh gap and looked painted on a pair of huge, round, spherical ass-cheeks that seemed like they had to be plastic as well. And Shen had no idea how she'd gotten her eyelashes to be so long and her makeup so garish, but whatever it was, it looked expensive.
Great , he thought. Not just a Karen. A *rich* Karen . And from the look of it, an extremely vain Karen as well.
The final detail was the kicker, though. She had big, puffed up bimbo lip fillers beneath a pink gloss, painted in a way that made them look ready to put in work, whether it was servicing men or yakking away at a hapless grocery clerk. And he'd noticed her lips straight away for one reason - she wore no mask, and Minh's, in accordance with local laws, required them.
Shen took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. Certain customers seemed to almost force a confrontation.
"Ma'am," he said. "I'm afraid masks are required to shop here. If you'll look to your left, you'll see we've provided a box of fresh-"
"Oh, so you understand English?" she interrupted.
"I do." He looked at her plainly. He was taller than her by a few inches, and fairly handsome, though he tended to get shy and deferred any credit when accused of it. You're too skinny , his mother had often told him, usually while trying to shoven third helpings of food into his mouth. If you put on about twenty pounds , you could be a Hong Kong action movie star!
"Well," the woman said, importantly, "our housekeeper has been with us for five years, and I thought a gift from her homeland would show my generosity!" She gave no sign that she had heard his warning, indeed, no sign that she gave less than a shit about the rules or anything he had to say.
"Ma'am-"
"Some noodles, or something. The type you can only get back east," she went on. Her pride in thinking of such an 'amazing' gift was swelling almost as much as her overloaded, blouse-busting titjob.
"Ma'am, there are masks by the hand sanitizer," Shen said, carefully and slowly. "Please put one on, and I'll be glad to help you find what you're looking for."
Shen looked for the change in her face; he knew it was coming and was not surprised in the least when it arrived - the spark that a white woman tended to get when her minority housekeeper, clerk, nail professional, or hairdresser was not kissing her ass and rubbing it with lotion and making it feel all special and better than everyone else's. Her plucked brows narrowed on her tanned forehead.
" You people ," she spat. "You release the virus and now you think you can make the rules, is that it?" She balled her manicured hands into fists. "Don't you know who I am?"
"I don't. And I don't make the rules - this is to comply with-"
"I'm Karen Calligan! " she cried, lifting her chin haughtily. "My husband owns half the property on this block! Including this stupid grocery!"
Shen's mouth twitched. He resisted the urge to laugh. Her name really was Karen. It was just too perfect. But as to her husband's ownership of the store… that was news to him.
"My grandmother owns this store," he retorted, not even sure why he was bothering with this obnoxious woman. "And my aunt runs it."
"You fucking liar!" she blared. "Everyone around here sold to my husband."
"Karen-"
"Miss Calligan!" she shouted.
"Miss Calligan," he said. "You're obviously upset. Why don't you just leave, calm down, and-"
"Don't tell me to calm down, you lying nip! " she spat, the ugly words pouring effortlessly out of her mouth. This was a woman who was used to using such terms, probably towards her housekeeper and anyone else unfortunate enough to be 'below her station'. She'd been a trophy wife for seven or eight years, probably popped a couple of bratty white kids out for her asshole white husband, and now, here she was to make Shen's life miserable.
Shen pointed to the door. "Please leave," he said.
"I want to talk to your aunt, right now, gookboy ," was her reply, her blue eyes flashing. "And we'll see who still has a job!" She strode forward in her heels, clickity-clack on the just-swept tile, and Shen wasn't sure what to do. Was she going to slap him? Push him? Or just get up and yell in his face in violation of both his personal space and common sense?
He didn't expect the third option - that she would lean her plastic bimbo body up against his, pressing her tits against his chest and giving him a whiff of expensive and liberally-applied perfume, and ran a hand over the crotch of his jeans! Even though his Minh Grocery apron was in the way, there was no doubt as to her intent… she expertly found his cock and squeezed it.
"What the fuck are you doing? Shen gasped. He had his mask on, which muffled the surprise in his voice not at all.
"I don't take orders from asian boys like you, I give them," she seethed back, her blonde hair spilling against his shoulder. "Me and my husband. So know your place. I'm a white woman - so be a good yellow monkey and listen! Or your aunt and grandmother will be out on their asses!"
Shen was taken aback, and thought : Is this really happening? Usually the racism he encountered was a lot more subtle, but this crazy white bitch actually seemed to be getting off on it! She grabbed the front of his apron and pulled him, rotating so her back was against the front-faced racks of raw peanuts and Wong Lo Kat herbal tea, keeping him close. Now, her shapely thigh was grinding against his cock. He was raising his hands to firmly push away, and tell her that he would call the police if she didn't get away from him, when a further complication was added to the mix.
His aunt, the store operator, had returned via the back entrance and walked out of the manager's office just in time to see him and Miss Karen Calligan in what appeared to be an intense embrace. She had said she would likely not be present during the afternoon, but apparently Shen was entitled to experience all of his bad luck at once, because there she was in her blouse and wool pants, hair drawn back. Her first outburst was in Cantonese, uttered along with hands clapping together over her mouth, dropping the rice to the ground.
"It's not what it looks like," Shen said, instantly.
What followed was perhaps predictable. Miss Karen showed a much greater aptitude for bullshitting his aunt than she had in being civil to him, sensing instantly that she had the upper hand and that the older asian woman would do anything to avoid a dire result for her store. Shen, she said, had accosted her about her mask… which she produced from her purse, proving she'd had it the whole time. He'd been rude , and made her feel physically threatened . She was considering informing law enforcement .
When the words I'll have to tell my husband about this, and we'll see about raising your rent , came out, it put the stakes at an instant sky-high. Every time Shen tried to open his mouth to deny any wrongdoing, he was instantly silenced by his aunt, who insisted in broken english that they would do anything to apologize and avoid a financially dire result.
Then, while his poor 49-year-old aunt was wringing her hands, Karen shot Shen such a knowing and manipulative look that it made his heart will with hate he'd rarely experienced in his twenty years. "I'll forgive this incident… this time," she decreed. "But I want to have a talk with your employee, here. In the office. Just the two of us. And if he makes the appropriate gesture of apology… well, I won't say anything to my husband."
Shen bit his tongue. His aunt was so relieved - she had been on the verge of tears - that he couldn't bear to say what was on his mind: that this horny white MILF was a scummy racist who had been feeling up his prick just moments ago. And now, it would be just him and her in a crowded, windowless office packed to the rafters with surplus stock and reams of invoices.
"Go home and check on grandma," he assured his aunt. "I'll take care of this. It was just a misunderstanding." He moved to the front door and flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED.
"You say sorry!" was the order. Shen said he would. And when he was satisfied that his aunt had exited the premises and gotten on her bicycle (she didn't drive unless it was absolutely necessary, which was part of the reason he hadn't heard her approach), only then did he enter the cramped office, where Miss Karen was already sitting on the desk, looking whiter than ever.
He shut the door behind him, removed his apron and put it on the doorknob before leaning back against the door. She was already sizing him up in predatory fashion - the mounds of her thick MILF ass were piled on the desk as she swung her legs in their sea-green tights. She had heels on, of course, and Shen could see the indecent camel toe outline in her crotch, made by her phat bimbo pussy. It was obvious how she'd managed to snag a husband who owned so much real estate.
The L-shaped desk had a rolling chair next to it, she slid off her heels - clop! clop! - and kicked this over to him with a squeaky clatter. She seemed right at home holding court as she was, and Shen could again imagine the high-and-mighty attitude she would have displayed toward manicurists, masseuses and household workers who happened to come from the same part of the world as his family had. It made him dislike her all the more. Yet, in spite of that dislike, she had a sexually flamboyant and sluttiness that was quintessentially, bombastically white . This was the sort of nasty bitch he'd seen in porn.
He moved the chair to the middle of the office and sat down, facing her.
"Closer," she ordered. He considered refusing, and figured it would only result in a repeat of her threats to have the grocery rent raised. He wheeled his chair closer. She repeated the instruction, and he repeated his movement until her dangling legs were swinging near his knees.
"Now," she said, her voice sultry. " You listen to me , jap."
Wrong again , Shen thought.
"It's a hobby of mine to break little asian boys like you. You're so meek and polite and restrained. And none of you can handle a white woman like me. You'd rather have your nose buried in a textbook than a woman's pussy." As she spoke, she extended her shapely, tights-clad leg out and started to rub her bare foot on his crotch. Unpleasant as she was, she was quite talented at using her feet, it seemed - the groove next to her big toe effortlessly found his shaft and started rubbing up and down. Though he hadn't intended anything of the sort, Shen found himself getting a hardon.
"Ooh!" she breathed, and then giggled. "I felt you twitch. You're growing already. And it's not a bad size… for an asian." One cruel laugh later and she added. "You always get so hard when I do this. Because you all hate yourselves."
"You have no fucking idea what you're talking about," Shen said, firmly. "Let's just get this over with."
Karen made a tsk-tsk-tsk noise and shook her manicured finger in front of her inflated lips. "I give the orders," she said, and rubbed his cock more firmly. Then, amazingly, she used two feet in tandem to unbuckle his jeans. "Take them off," she said, and her eyes looked excited at the fact that his penis, unbidden but spurred by the manipulations of her toes and arches, was straining at his fly.
Shen didn't break eye contact as he lowered his pants. He felt something welling up within him - an unspeakable frustration with this racist bitch, magnified in some way by his arousal. Once they were down, she cooed and laughed when she saw the streak of wet fabric on his boxer shorts. After only a minute-long footjob, he was leaking a ton of pre-cum… enough to soak through!
Shen, too, was surprised by this. It hadn't been long at all, but his cock was leaking like he'd been edging for hours . Even was she ran her two feet down each side of his cock bulge, he could feel the liquid sliding from his tingling pisshole. "Look at you," she accused. "You love being sexually humiliated by a white woman, admit it!"
" Mung hai ," Shen said. He didn't know the most Cantonese, but he knew a lot of swear words, and this one, roughly translated to 'crazy bitch' seemed to fit. "Don't act like I have a choice." His voice, however, was straining a little. The fact was, her footjob had him on the verge of busting already - there was a tingling in his balls and his cock, an overloaded urgency, that he'd never felt before. And though she claimed otherwise, he didn't think it was because of any desire to be humiliated. No, he thought she was a pig. A white, arrogant, filthy pig. And he wanted to do something to her, to put her in her white, arrogant pig place.
"Dribble your yellow monkey cum all over my feet, you slant-eyed piece of shit," she purred, her hand moving to her pussy to shamelessly rub herself through her tights. "That'll be your apology. Your reminder that white women will always be superior."
" Diu lei goh hai ," Shen grunted. He was feeling something happening down there, he was about to burst… but… he also felt a great surge of energy! He could tell that whatever came, it certainly wouldn't be a pathetic dribble of cum like she expected.
"Worship me, gook!" she seethed. "Worship me!" Her eyes were wide and oh-so-blue, as much a symbol of whiteness as her skin and her blonde dye-job. And Shen could sense in her look that she and her husband had probably made sport of all manner of asians, using them as props in their sexual games, getting off on being racist scumbags. Her feet were bringing him off, there was no stopping that now, but this was one asian she would regret fucking with.
He clenched his muscles and thrust his pelvis out as his turgid penis, iron-hard and as long as her foot from heel toe, spasmed. The feeling of sexual power that surged up at the time was like nothing Shen had felt before. Semen didn't dribble out of his pisshole. It didn't leak . It didn't even spurt . Rather, his ball felt like they were exploding as he sprayed a long, arcing rope of unbroken, white sperm, hosing down Karen Calligan's MILF face, her cleavage, and her belly. And it didn't stop. The unbroken rope of white, thick spew continued in a looping, trembling arc, plastering her forehead, her plucked brows, forming bridges over her eyes and nose, glazing her lips, glueing the nostrils of her thin nose.
Five, ten, fifteen seconds after his first eruption, he was still cumming in that unbroken spout. She was crying out in surprise, holding up her hands, and he was crying out with her, not in dismay or surprise, but in triumph. It was a conquering, dominating cumshot, and though she tried to shield himself, Shen was wielding nature's original aiming hose, and easily moved his spurting cock to avoid her hands. He even blasted a good two or three seconds of heavy sperm all over her sheer tights, soaking through to her fat pussy mound.
He didn't know how long his orgasm lasted. It surpassed every other cumshot he'd ever produced by what seemed like a factor of a hundred. It was so obscenely virile that they ended up staring at each other in utter shock, with Miss Karen looking like a glazed donut, her clothing soaked, and fat curds of his semen gathering where the most inviting parts of her physique allowed it.
Especially in her cleavage and on her tits. He had given those an extra-special blasting.
She was first to speak. "W-what the fuck!?" she wailed, and her voice was strained. She was looking at her cum-soaked hands, finger, and arms in utter disbelief. Shen's mind, meanwhile, was thinking back to his aged grandmother and her senile offerings of those tranditional herbal remedies. Horny goat weed. Ginseng. And god knew what else. Any other day he would have said it was all bullshit… but the proof of his enhanced sexual efficacy was right in front of him. And the irony - Chinese medicine resulting in a sperm eruption that had totally coated a racist white slut - was as rich and thick as the semen itself.
He didn't know what would happen next. Would she run away, screaming? It seemed possible… until he took a close look and saw a changed expression on her face. After her initial outburst of what the fuck, her face had changed. Her eyes were half-lidded and looked almost dreamy. She was looking at her cum soaked limbs and body with what almost looked like a lack of comprehension… as though she were drunk or on hallucinogens.
Shen said nothing. Her torpor continued for a moment, and then, amazingly, she brought her cum streaked hand to her mouth and licked her palm… lapping up several fat strands of his semen. "There's… so much!" she purred, and her voice surprised him nearly as much as her actions. It was not the bossy Karen voice that had instantly annoyed him upon her arrival. It was a submissive, dream-like voice. Shen imagined a patient responding to a hypnotherapist in much the same tone.
Again, a memory of his grandmother returned to him from earlier that afternoon, doting on him with her broken English: She be hypnotized by you, because you big man! The key word flashed in Shen's mind as if on a marquee.
Hypnotized. But there was no way. That was ridiculous to even think about. Just the ramblings of a sweet, senile old grandmother with a bit too much trust in traditional remedies. And yet… Miss Karen Calligan was looking absolutely cumstruck . There was no clarity in her blue eyes, and the revulsion he'd expected at being plastered with such a tremendous ejaculation wasn't in evidence. And what was the explanation for the massive amount, by the way, if not some special quality in his grandmother's unidentified dick pills?
The situation didn't get any less tawdry and strange. Miss Calligan looked Shen over and purred, then licked her lips, dragging several fat cum strands across those inflated bimbo cocksuckers and slurping them into her mouth! "Fuck," she breathed. "What a huge fucking load!"
Shen felt a twinge in his cock - it was iron hard and ready for more action. The tone of her voice, so at odds with her previous antagonism, was what he might have expected if she were trying to seduce him. His visions of her as a cum-chugging Caucasian whore pig returned. Her thin, surgeon-sculpted nose looked like a hog's snout to him as she slid off of the cluttered desk and onto her knees in front of him. "It tastes so good… you totally covered me… fuck!" She sunk down, thighs on ankles, her thick bubble-butt mounding up in twin spheres, her tits hanging heavy and cum-soaked in her splattered blouse, her cleavage loaded with his seed.
The realization that she was legitimately being submissive to him was, to Shen, like the awakening of a superpower. He didn't consider himself a victim of bullying, or anything like that, but there was no doubt that as someone who had worked in the service industry, he'd taken untold reams of shit from Karen and people just like her, without any recourse but to smile and bear it. But now…
"Oh, so you like asian guys, now?" he said, crossing his arms. It came naturally to act dominant in response to her submission… and he had a lifetime of fuel to stoke the flames. "What happened to calling me a fucking gook?"
"I'm sorry," she breathed, pathetically. It was obscene, the cum-struck, servile desire to please that had overcome her MILF body. "I just… you came so much, all over me… I didn't know that you were such studs… that your cum is so… thick… and amazing… and there's so much of it!"
"Shut up," Shen barked. And, amazingly, she did. He felt more of that surge of power. "You're so fucking stupid you couldn't even call me the correct racial slur, you dumb white bitch." The catharsis he felt at finally being able to yell at her was equally only by the rush of blood to his cock, which felt harder than it had ever been, despite his recent emission. Whatever his grandmother had given him, it really worked!
She reached out to take hold of his cock and he slapped it away, then rose from his chair in an instant, taking her by the throat. Her heels scrambled on the office tile as he dragged her to the desk and bent her over it without ceremony. Her big, round breasts smooshed against it deliciously. And before him, her ass was on full display, squeezed into tights that were like a second skin, showing her pussy and round ass through fabric that had become sheer. He could see everything - the plump curve of her fat labia, the indentation made by her clit piercing. Each of her asscheeks was enormous, more than a handful… and Shen couldn't resist doing what came naturally.
SLAP!
The report of his hand impacting her thick MILF ass was sharp, and set her cheeks a'jiggling as as beautifully as he'd hoped. The fullness and weight of her flesh reverberated down his entire arm. She cried out, not in fear or distress but in ecstasy. Whatever herbal concoction had turned his semen into an aphrodisiac was a mystery, but Shen wasn't about to waste it.
"Fucking whore. Gwailo piece of shit," Shen spat. "Pull your tights down, show me your white cunt." And with lip-biting obedience, her hoop earrings dragging against the desk as she assumed the position of a bend-over bitch, she did . 'Miss' Karen Calligan, white trophy wife, peeled her tights down her thighs enticingly, hugging the waistband tight to her cheeks, letting those ass-globes puff out over the waistband like fresh-baked bread on the rise.
"Spread your fucking ass," was his next instruction. She peeled herself apart, showing every detail of her asshole and cunt, the most degrading of displays and a far cry from the designer-from-head-to-toe arrogance that had been on display earlier. Shen walked up behind her and slapped his cock on her pillowy, bubbly ass meat.
"You look like a fucking pig," he spat. "Your white skin makes you look like you're made of my fucking cum. Your blue eyes look like pools for me to fucking jerk off into." He spanked her again and she moaned out. Her pussy was soaked - absolutely leaking, smearing weals of her lube onto the desk. His cum had driven her into a frenzy of submissive, slavish sexual obedience. "The word you were looking for is chink ," she spat at her, reclaiming the word, using it against her. "I'm not fucking Korean, Japanese or Filipino. Not that a cock-sucking whore like you would ever care."
SLAP! "Isn't that what you meant to call me, when you were running your cunt mouth? Tell me how stupid you are, white bitch!"
She squealed like the very pig he'd alluded to. "Yes! I'm stupid!"
"You're a big-mouthed cunt like all white women," Shen went on, slapping her again. He pressed his cock between the warm, inviting cheeks of her ass and felt her slick folds invite him in. "Say it!"
"I'm a big-mouthed… cunt… like- aaauuuugh!"
Her recitation was interrupted by his penetration . He speared himself into her molten depths with a grunt of utter satisfaction. His hands fell to her ass and squeezed, spreading her, watching his cock slide in and out of her for a moment, almost in disbelief that it was actually happening… and then he saw the hair. All of that perfumed, dazzling blonde hair. He sunk his hands into it, grabbing it like the reins of a horse, pulling her head back.
"Nnngh… yes… fuck my pussy!" she gasped, her body shuddering with the impact of his pelvis against her ass. "It feels… so good!"
"I wish your piece of shit slumlord husband could see you like this," Shen spat, and delivered several more hard spankings. "Getting fucked like a pig and loving it!"
"Y-yes!" she gasped. "Please… just don't stop… I don't care-"
"You'd probably suck my cock right in front of him, wouldn't you?" he growled, digging his cock in as far as he could and yanking her hair even tighter.
"Yes! Anything for your cum… it's… so amazing!" her voice was wavering as her body shuddered with micro-spasms. "Your big, thick… monster fucking load, all over my face and tits… I want it in my cunt so bad!"
WHAP! A brutal spanking. And then Shen put his forearm on the back of her slender neck, feeling the indent of her gold choker on his wrist, slamming her face-first, cheek flush against the desk. "Now you listen to me," he seethed into her ear, not stopping his thrusts. "From not on my dick is your fucking feeding tube. For the rest of your life you drink nothing but my cum. Your mouth never touches a white cock again. And every day, you're going to be here on your knees, sucking my fucking cock. You got that, you dumb whore!"
He punctuated with a fierce slap to the back of her head. "Y-yes! I'll suck the fucking cum out of your dick every day!" she groaned.
"Fucking whore! Gwailo piece of shit!" Shen seethed, spearing his prick into her pussy at an angle, wanting to stretch her out, wanting to leave his mark. She gasped and trembled and he delivered a degrading, dizzying donkey punch that drove her face into the desk, then pressed her face first against the surface again. "Tell me what you're going to do!"
"I'll… come here every day!" she cried. "I'll suck you off, let you use me as a fucking cum toilet, I don't care! I'll be your white whore! I'll divorce my husband, I don't care! I'm never going to touch his white dick again… nnngh… please… I'm cumming so hard… just… keep fucking me! I just need… asian cum… pumped into all of my holes!"
"Nnngh!" BONK! Shen grunted and thrust forward even harder. The desk shifted with a squeal and Karen Calligan's head slid all the way to the back and banged against the wall, producing a satisfying sound of impact, like someone dropping a coconut on the floor. Taking a firm grip on her hips, Shen accelerated the pace and ferocity of his thrusts, making sure the motion was repeated, making sure that her head was banging against the wall - not hard enough to cause any mortal damage, but definitely enough to leave her dazed.
He didn't care… because she was a loud-mouthed, slutty, racist, piece of shit white whore. He'd never felt a greater feeling of satisfaction than he did feeling her body shift and her head knock against the desk. "Fucking… cumdump…" he gasped, feeling himself reach his limit. "Take my whole fucking load!"
"Do it!" she begged, gasping, jostled by impacts. "Fill up my white cunt!"
Shen didn't know quite what to expect when he went over the edge and started to shoot inside her - and didn't care either. He only knew that his grandmother's 'medicine', if that was truly the cause, had him feeling more virile than he ever had before. The reservoir of sperm in his balls seemed bottomless - each time a lance of hot cum blew out of his dick and into Miss Karen's pussy, he thought it would be the last one… only to be astounded when there were more to follow. Their mating thus had an animalistic quality - lots of grunting, lots of moans of release as he flooded her insides, staying flush with his hard pelvis against her soft, bubbly ass and thighs. Thirty seconds became a minute, then a minute-thirty. And in that time he felt his pisshole burning with the sheer urethra-dilating volume of sperm he was shooting.
"Fuck!" he gasped, his words rising and falling in volume with his spurts, becoming a mantra. "Fuck, fuck! Fucking take it. Take it you fucking white, loud-mouth fucking garbage can blonde piece of shit!" And she echoed him, saying she would take it , she would love it , she wanted it all , in all of her hole s, no whites for her anymore, only asians for her, only him . She thanked him for treating her like a whore. She thanked him for rattling her skull off the desk and treating her like meat… and she was cumming all the while.
Near the end, Shen's cum was flowing back out and spilling over the edge of the desk. He could hear it pattering on the floor, and knew that he was reaching his end. He reached out and grabbed Karen by her blonde hair, yanking it, pulling her upright, flinging her to her knees before him, and then he walked up and held his cock over her wide-eyed, fucked-out face. There was an unfocused, conquered look in her eyes.
"Here you go, whore," he seethed. "Here you fucking go." And, with the dregs of his orgasm still spurting, his cum at its thickest, he pried one of her blue eyes open and pressed his prick helmet directly against the surface of her eyeball. Her aquamarine eyes were blazing - so defiant, so quintessentially caucasoid in their blueness. "Nnnn… nnngh!" He milked a fat, chunky wad of sperm all over her eyeball, snuffing its brilliant, grinding his virile, asian sperm into corneas and under her eyelid, gluing it shut. He moved his cock and repeated the same process with her other eye, snuffing her dignity for all time with the most degrading, dehumanizing cumshot possible. Burning away her whiteness. She moaned and gasped like a pig, cradling her inflated, cum-stuff belly, as he finished his work.
Only when both eyes were sealed and her face criss-crossed with his final ropes did Shen step back and take stock of what he had done. Miss Karen Calligan was laying on the floor, cradling her swollen belly, sperm leaking from between her legs and the sides of her mouth, eyes plastered shut with semen. Her huge tits were aspirating up and down with her breaths. She looked nothing like the put-together MILF who had walked into Minh's Chinese Grocery. Rather, she looked like nothing more than a breeding sow, a cum dump, a worthless whore.
The amount of cum was astounding; Shen even looked down at his tight, tingling ballsack with incredulity. He couldn't even remember the name of the herbal supplement his grandmother had forced on him, or what the package might look like. But whatever it was, it seemed to have dones its job and then some. Karen's midsection, formerly flat from her pilates or whatever-the-fuck, was now a smooth, pregnant curve. He'd shot so much semen into her womb that it had inflated! And that meant…
"What… a huge fucking load…" she gasped, cradling her gravid, degrading cum gut. "You shot so much cum it was like you were pissing !"
Shen reached out his foot and nudged her thigh. "Get up," he ordered. Her only reply was a groan - she was so stuffed full of cum, she seemed incapable of moving, at least for the moment. The creampie leaking out of her pussy was forming a slow, thick puddle on the floor, sliding out of her slit in a pyramidal pile between the legs, seeming as thick as oatmeal.
"I'm knocked up for sure," she moaned, sounding excited by the prospect. "I'm going to pop out a bunch of mixed-race kids for you… I'm going to have half-asian babies sucking my big tits out!"
Shen tried to imagine having a kid with such a worthless white toilet sow and couldn't. In fact, it made him sick to his stomach. "Shut the fuck up," he spat. "You're crazy if you think I'd be caught dead with a fucking gwailo garbage whore like you." He moved to stand directly over her.
"No - please!" she begged. "I need your cum! I'll just keep giving birth to your kids… over and over! I'll be your obedient white bitch!"
Shen laughed. "Fuck no. Here's what I think of you having my kids, bitch," he sneered, and then raised his foot and stomped down on her bulging belly. She gagged and wheezed as her wind was driven from her, and a thick jet of semen blew out of her pussy in an arc and sprayed nearly all the way across the office in a chunky arc. Yet in spite of the harshness of his action, her subsequent cries were those of submission and pleasure; the so-called 'hypnosis' had rewired her brain to accept his every action. Her eyes rolled back and she foamed spit and cum at the mouth as her limbs jittered… as if she was having an orgasm from the cum rushing out and abrading her cunt!
"Fucking whore," he seethed again. "Here's what's going to happen. I'd never date or marry a white pig like you. No, I'm going to have an asian girlfriend and we're going to laugh together at what a stupid slut you are. I'll fuck her in front of you and you can lick the fucking cum out of her pussy, whore. And maybe, if you beg, we'll still use you as a fucking cum dump too, whenever I don't have a wastebasket nearby to jerk off into. That's all you're good for and all you're ever going to get from me."
"Noooo…" Karen moaned. "I need… your cum! I need you to fuck me every day! Please." She began to drag herself up on one hip, as if preparing to beg him.
Shen pointed at the door to the office. "Get the fuck out of here, you make me sick."
"No!" she gasped. "I'll do anything!" The look of utter desperation on her fucked-out face was the capstone on Shen's campaign of revenge. The haughty white MILF had crumbled completely, she was totally cum-addicted and had no thought other than taking every drop of semen in his balls. Only with difficulty was she even able to open her cum-plastered eyes.
"I'll fuck all your friends, too," she insisted. "Every asian guy you know, they can run a train on all of my slutty holes! You can film it, I'll show my husband, and tell him how much better asian cock is than his worthless white dick!"
Shen chuckled, then shook his head. "Not interested," he said. "You're desperate, aren't you? It's time for you to go, whore." He pointed to the door again, and then reached down and grabbed her hair, preparing to remove her bodily from the premises. His body seemed to be thrumming with dominant strength. Her heels dragged on the floor, as her roughly manhandled her.
"Wait!" she cried. "Wait! Wait!"
He ignored her, but as they reached the office door, she uttered a wail of desperation and clutched at his wrist, crying out: "I have two daughters!"
Shen stopped and looked down at her. She was staring up at him with filthy, wanton eagerness. "I'll… let you use them," she whispered, her voice thick. "They're beautiful, blonde, white girls. Blue eyed." She swallowed, then went on. "You can… do whatever you want to them. As long as you fuck me, too."
At first, Shen was too taken aback to know what to say. The slutty, filthy white whore was willing to stoop to levels even more base than he'd imagined. Her face twisted into a cum drunk, licentious whorehouse madam's leer, and she pathetically rubbed his crotch as she made her obscene offer. ""I'll suck you until you're hard and watch while you cum on their faces."
Shen slapped her hand away from his wrist. But she replaced it, still looking up at him with a pleading expression of utter submission. "I'll lick your asshole," she offered. "I'll teach them both to do it, too. We'll clean your body with our tongues. We'll be your personal harem of white whores. Just… please. Let me have your cum."
Shen enjoyed the desperate look of need on her face, the same face that had so effortlessly curled into a scowl while calling him a gook and a nip. He sensed she had further yet to fall. "Not interested," he said, and moved to pull away again.
"NO!" she wailed, and clutched him desperately. "I swear to god, I'll do anything you want. We'll lick each other's cunts for you, while you watch. Me and my daughters. I'll suck the juices off your cock after you rape their white cunts!" She gulped, weeping. "Piss on us. Piss on my daughter's face! Burn her fucking blue eyes out of her head with your hot fucking piss, I don't care. Just give me your cum! Please, god!"
Shen realized that she was referring to him as god. The tawdriness of her offer had his cock hard in his pants again - as was her humiliated, broken weeping. This obnoxious, blackmailing white whore was actually crying as she bargained her own family like veal. He thought for a moment. Never in a million lifetimes could he have imagined being in such a situation, and now that he was, he felt himself surprisingly up to the task of dealing with it. Subjugating white cunts, it seemed, had been a talent bubbling beneath the surface of his mild-mannered university student exterior.
And so, as she blubbered with her big fake tits and her thick ass shaking and her blonde hair hanging down, he knelt down next to her, so his low voice could be more easily understood over her desperate sobs.
"Alright, gwailo bitch," he seethed, baring his teeth. He had an idea, a vision in mind, for what this strange new relationship would eventually become. It was crazy - madness - but then again, it had been a crazy day. A man who has seen a woman hypnotized by the smell and touch of sperm, and somehow shot nearly a gallon of the stuff out of his penis, is prepared to accept all manner of borderline crazy truths. "This is what we're going to do."
And as Miss Karen Calligan listened fawningly and with pathetic gratefulness, Shen told her exactly how she could be of use to him.