Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 2.5 Female Perspective

[I’m traveling to Maine. If you think I’m “good,” please contribute to my travel fund accordingly. Even travel supplies are welcome.]

 

When I saw that Asian YouTuber holding up such a sign in front of Savannah’s train station, I honestly wondered if I was being tested.

Asian? s3x? This was way too timely for me, don’t you think?

In a way, it was the perfect opportunity for revenge.

So I approached the man without hesitation.

 

“I won’t pay you, but I’ll give you s3x if you want.”

 

When I confronted him directly, his mouth hung open as expected.

I don’t know if he recognized me as Ashly Henderson.

My range of activities is limited to web videos, and I have no way of knowing whether an Asian man who isn’t even sure if he can speak English is aware of the existence of a porn actress who debuted two years ago.

So the reason this guy has his mouth open and looks like a fool is because I’m simply beautiful.

I can work in the adult video world without br3ast implants or plastic surgery, so he’s probably just mesmerized by me.

If someone like me offers to have s3x with him, even if he’s a white guy, I bet he’d be so happy he’d kiss the ground.

 

“I think this is a good deal for you too, would you like to drink?”

 

Still staring in shock, I prompted the Asian man. I know it must feel unreal to have me suddenly appear before him, but he could at least react properly.

 

“I’d be in trouble if I didn’t get paid… I’m using the money I earn from this to fund my trip…”

 

When the gorilla-like Asian guy said that, I wondered if I’d misheard.

I said I was free to have s3x with him, and now this guy wants money?

 

“Are you trying to say that your s3x is worth that much?”

 

I asked, maintaining my composure and feigning calm.

The audacity of this unremarkable Asian man! The mere fact that he could have s3x with me should be considered a blessing, yet he dares to demand payment? This is beyond ridiculous.

Asians truly are arrogant in every sense of the word.

 

“I may look like this, but I’m confident in my s3x skills. I’m confident I can take you to heaven in 20 minutes, but is that not enough?”

 

I’m a professional now. I didn’t choose this path willingly at first, but I’ve grown to take pride in performing s3x for the camera.

Despite my invitation, this man’s response is utterly foolish.

So disrespectful.

So completely out of line.

I could storm off in anger, but there’s a compelling reason I must have s3x with this man.

 

“Then how about this? Let’s have a thirty-minute trial s3x session right now to determine who pays. I was originally going to do it for free, but since you’re so insistent, I’ll change my mind. If your s3x is better than mine, I’ll pay you whatever amount you demand. Conversely, if my s3x is superior, you’ll pay me. Is that fair?”

 

I deliberately lowered the bar for s3x with this Asian man in order to get him to agree.

The Asian guy was trembling with fear, wondering how much money he might have to pay, but I couldn’t care less about that.

All I wanted was to have s3x with this Asian man.

 

“Fine. If my s3x is better, hand over that hundred-dollar bill. If your s3x is better, I’ll pay you whatever amount you want.”

 

A hundred-dollar bill and whatever price he demanded.

It was a completely unfair deal, but I didn’t care at all.

I wasn’t planning to get paid for s3x anyway, and there was no way I’d end up paying anyone.

I am nothing but a s3x professional.

 

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There wasn’t any particular reason I entered the porn industry. My friends and seniors at the time just suggested it.

I’d always been confident in my looks and figure, and the s3x with male actors felt good, so if I could make money that way, why not?

I didn’t have any particular hang-ups about being seen naked or having s3x. With social media and video sites making nude photos common these days, I fit right into that world.

It was around six months after I’d become a porn actress that “that job” came knocking.

Though my face and name had gained some recognition by then, I was still essentially unknown at the time.

Such opportunities—ones that wouldn’t come to established stars—often found their way to fresh faces like me.

The proposal was simple: Would I consider filming adult content in China?

A nation holding 20% of the world’s population—a true powerhouse.

Even living in America, I could feel the profound impact their economy had on global markets.

The number of Chinese nouveau riche in the States was growing, and with an economy four times larger than ours, they undoubtedly controlled many aspects of this world.

Filming adult content in China.

This wasn’t just about the location of the shoot.

The job was to have s3x with a Chinese actor for a Chinese adult video.

Having never had s3x with an Asian man before in my life, let alone a Chinese man, I hesitated at the request.

Even though I had Asian friends around me, I didn’t know any Asians personally, and I couldn’t imagine myself having s3x with them.

But my colleague who had done similar work in China said it made a tenfold difference in earnings. Choosing China as a business partner could also help me build my reputation in the future, so it wasn’t a bad choice.

For me, work-related s3x was just work. Whether the partner was white or black didn’t matter, and since Asians have penises too, I figured there was no reason I couldn’t do it. With that careless thought, I accepted the job.

The filming took place in a Shanghai apartment building, a coastal city.

The male actor was a young Chinese man, rumored to be quite skilled in his trade.

He spoke only basic English, but with an interpreter present for the staff, communication wasn’t an issue. Still, I remember being gripped by a peculiar tension – the kind that comes from having s3x with an unknown person who doesn’t share your language.

Apparently, for Chinese men, sleeping with a white woman is considered a status symbol.

Whether this stems from racial complexes or not, I can’t say. But what’s clear is that Chinese men want to bed white women like me.

This particular job was simply fulfilling that kind of “demand.”

In essence, conceptually speaking, I wasn’t having s3x with a Chinese actor – I was having s3x with China itself.

The nature of porn work itself is such that when I have s3x with a Chinese actor, it’s meant to make all Chinese men feel like they’re having s3x with me. That’s the idea, at least.

There’s also apparently a demand among some white men for Asian men to “fvck” white women, which makes me realize this job is deeply rooted in various fetishes.

In any case, my work is just having s3x in front of the camera as usual.

We don’t understand each other’s language, but there’s a script to follow, and I just perform the s3x according to that.

 

“Hello.”

 

My Chinese partner said in broken English. I responded with some basic English, but he seemed slightly nervous.

Apparently, this was his first time having s3x with a white woman, and facing me as his work partner had made him anxious.

I told him in simple English, “Take it easy.”

I actively engaged in conversation with my work partner, remembering to ease his tension with a smile. I’ll gently guide him tonight, I recall thinking.

But once the filming began, he transformed completely.

In truth, he was a sadist who had been itching to violate a white woman like me.

During fellatio, he casually grabbed my head, and spanking became routine. I’d heard this shoot would have that kind of edge, but the contrast with his pre-filming demeanor left me bewildered.

His p3nis proved far sturdier than I’d imagined. I realized then how I’d underestimated Asian porn actors.

He was a professional, too – and a skilled one from China, a country of over a billion people. I should have recognized that from the start.

In the end, he had maintained control from start to finish.

As usual, I kept my composure during s3x, but inwardly, I was overwhelmed by pleasure from this Asian man’s p3nis.

I particularly remember losing all sense of self when he took me from behind.

Why would I, of all people, submit to some Asian man—

Despite these thoughts, I couldn’t bring myself to remove his c0ck from my pvssy.

I think part of me was exhilarated by this first-time experience in a foreign land, my first time having s3x with an Asian man.

Though I considered our encounter humiliating, I realized my woman’s heart had already been surrendered to him.

After the shoot, through an interpreter, I received unthinkable words from the Chinese actor:

White women aren’t as tough as they look.

The local Chinese interpreter delivered the exact nuance of the actor’s words in English.

What… is that?

He was so polite before the shoot.

I even helped you relax with my talk earlier.

When I tried to bite back in anger, the actor stopped me, then kept provoking me with his gestures.

 

“Oh! What a d1ck!”

 

It was mocking my voice from when he’d been thrusting into me, making me gasp and moan.

In that moment, my face felt like it might melt off.

Not from embarrassment, but from fury and humiliation.

How could he do this to someone he’d worked with for hours?

And the way he made fun of me! The local crew was laughing along too.

This was the worst humiliation ever.

No respect for a partner brought in from overseas.

But worst of all – I’d actually felt pleasure from that scum’s s3x.

Worse still, I might have thought it was the best s3x of my life.

Naturally, I returned home in a fury.

Since then, I’ve flatly rejected all similar work from Asia. When I see Asians—not all of them, but many—I can’t help but view them as enemies.

There’s only one thing I truly regret:

Out of morbid curiosity, I watched the video sent by that Chinese streaming company.

What’s burned into my memory is the sight of myself being relentlessly fucked from behind by that Chinese actor.

 

“Ah… OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD…!!”

 

I was beyond excuses, completely overwhelmed by pleasure.

There I was, cheeks flushed pink, genuinely enjoying myself.

This wasn’t acting for work. I’d forgotten the camera existed entirely—I was having real s3x.

There I was, being fucked by that Asian man’s c0ck, wearing an expression that looked genuinely happy.

Impossible. Impossible. Impossible. Impossible.

Why did I have to feel pleasure from that lowest of men’s c0ck?

If I could go back to before that shoot, I wouldn’t make a single moaning sound.

I wouldn’t make any expression that would lead to such humiliating gestures after the filming.

No matter how much I regret it, it’s not enough.

But reality can’t be undone. Cruelly, that video has been viewed over a hundred million times in China alone.

Apparently, Chinese men find the sight of a white beauty being thoroughly fucked by an Asian actor incredibly arousing.

It’s a perfect way to put it.

That day, I truly felt pleasure from that Chinese man’s p3nis.

There’s no excuse for that.

The greatest stain on my life.

Yet there’s no way to make up for it.

I still get regular casting requests from that production company, but I can’t be sure accepting them would let me get my revenge.

First off, there’s no guarantee the same actor would be cast again. And if I pretended to not feel anything during s3x with him, it’d make me fail as a porn professional.

If I could get my revenge, it’d be by filming another scene with him, making him feel everything while I remained unresponsive, then leaving with the line: “Chinese men aren’t so special after all.”

The confidence to do that…

As an experienced porn actress who’s gained some fame, could I even pull off such a revenge?

Before I knew it, day after day, my mind was consumed by thoughts of s3x with Chinese men.

I wanted confidence.

The kind of confidence that would make me forget myself during s3x with an Asian man.

For that, I needed someone to experiment on.

That’s when this Japanese YouTuber appeared before me.

He looked like a typical Asian guy – plain and unremarkable.

But his sign declared: “I’m Asian, but I want to fvck White women!”

The very fact that he’d create this project suggested he had some confidence in his sexual abilities.

Everything about this situation was perfect timing for me.

I would shame this man with s3x and make him realize how amazing I am.

For that, this Japanese YouTuber was the perfect target.

The chances of him having something comparable to that Chinese actor might be infinitesimally small, but after I’ve thoroughly humiliated this Japanese man in bed, I’ll finally get my revenge on that Chinese actor.

Having s3x with him is the first step to that.

 

“Let’s begin. For now, thirty minutes. I’ll refuse nothing but violence.”

 

I dragged him into my apartment and immediately stripped.

As expected, he was mesmerized by my waist, br3asts, and the beauty of my skin. Even among porn actresses whose job is to show their bodies, I receive particularly high praise. I’m confident that simply revealing my naked form can captivate any Asian man.

 

“You’ll take off your clothes too, won’t you? You look like you’re confident about your d1ck.”

 

I urged him to undress, my words carrying a provocative edge. While that Chinese man had been special, I know the truth about Asian men in general—they’re all small.

I know he feels a bit awkward in front of my body, but we can’t start having s3x until we both take off our clothes.

 

(Huh…?)

 

But when I saw him nervously lower his pants and underwear, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

There, hanging between his legs, was a magnificent p3nis.

Its girth, length, and sheen were all so extraordinary that even a professional like me had to wonder, “What is this?”

This was the first time in my life I’d ever thought a man’s naked p3nis was beautiful.

 

“R-really Asian-level, huh…”

 

The thick, bear-like hair in his crotch was something he shared with that Chinese guy I’d seen before. But by my rough estimate, this guy’s member seemed even more impressive than the Chinese man’s. Maybe I just don’t know, but all Asian men have big penises?

Who was it that claimed all Asian monkeys have small p3nis?

That said, my first objective was to defeat this Japanese man through s3x.

I couldn’t keep gazing at his magnificent p3nis forever.

 

“Let’s get started…”

 

Forcing myself to calm down, I knelt before him. Kneeling in front of an Asian man might be humiliating, but before I knew it, I was doing it without any resistance.

 

(What is this…)

 

I took his magnificent p3nis into my mouth, filling it completely. I’d known from looking that it was large, but what a pleasant texture, what a lustrous surface. As a professional porn actress, I’d sucked countless sturdy penises, but this was the first time I’d ever felt “beautiful” the moment it entered my mouth.

 

“It’s so hard…”

 

That Chinese man’s p3nis had been quite hard too, but his was even more so. Just from me giving him a blowjob, it kept growing bigger and harder, turning into something as stiff as an air-filled rubber tire.

Moreover, his shaft was really curving like a saber. The Chinese man’s had been like that too, but seeing such a bent p3nis thrusting at me, I couldn’t help imagining what it would feel like when he entered me.

 

(What a magnificent p3nis…)

 

As if to check the overall shape, I gave his entire surface a handjob.

I went back and forth between the base and tip multiple times, memorizing the different hardness from a white man’s c0ck.

Rubbing his p3nis like this made me remember the Chinese man’s.

Ah, why are Asians so incredible?

If all Asian porn actors moved to America, they’d sweep up all the White porn actresses, wouldn’t they?

 

“If you’re going to cum, cum quickly–”

 

I worked my mouth around his shaft while massaging his scrotum. That Chinese actor’s balls had been impressive too. I bet Asians store twice as much semen as Whites or Blacks.

 

“Touch my hair.”

 

Remembering how that Chinese guy had roughly grabbed the back of my head, I demanded the same treatment from him.

At first, he only touched my hair, but when I guided him to take hold of my roots, he gradually grew more interested.

 

(This is just like that time.)

 

Roughly grabbed by the back of the head, forced to endure intense fellatio.

The same objectifying play where women are seen as mere tools, just like that day with the Chinese guy.

 

(But why am I so excited…?)

 

I’m just giving a blowjob, yet I’m painfully aware of how soaked my crotch is. The Japanese man holds my head, forcing me to take his magnificent c0ck to the root, using me like a tool. Still, deep down, my pvssy burns with heat.

 

“Ahh!!”

 

He erupts, releasing a torrent of semen from the tip of his magnificent p3nis.

That Chinese guy had already drenched me in come, as if trying to prove a point. My hair, face, chest—all coated in white, until someone joked I looked like a cream pie smeared on a white woman. I’ll never forget that humiliation.

But this man’s release surpasses even that Chinese man’s.

Though both Asian men boasted top-tier stamina—superior in volume, frequency, and force—the difference between them is stark.

I was drenched in semen from just one ejaculation, left stunned as I had to keep breathing in that stench.

 

(What a powerful smell…)

 

I took deep breaths through my nose, continuing to inhale the scent of what he’d expelled.

As the smell of his semen stimulated my nostrils, my pvssy felt hot as if it was burning.

I wanted him inside me.

I wanted him to make me cum.

These primal feminine desires dominated my mind as clear desires.

 

“Ahh!”

 

Then, almost overlapping my previous action, I took his p3nis into my mouth and directly poured his semen into my stomach.

The moment I caught his bullet-like ejaculation in my throat, I realized there was no choice but to spread my pvssy open.

 

“Come on, Asian…”

 

With no more room to spare, I offered my pvssy to him. The way it got wet and opened, I was a female who only thought about s3x.

I’d never even let a camera capture me in such a humiliating state.

But I wanted to fvck him as soon as possible.

I like s3x with Asians.

It had nothing to do with revenge or regaining my confidence, I just wanted to have s3x with that Chinese porn actor again.

 

“Ah… ahh—”

 

Yet the c0ck sliding into my pvssy belonged to a man far superior to that Chinese actor.

One thrust told me everything.

He surpasses that Chinese man in everything: s3x, stamina, and natural talent.

Not only is he superior, he is a man on a much higher level, I thought with certainty as his rock-hard glans pried open my entrance.

He must be a s3x god.

 

(Ahh… his curved p3nis is inserted all the way in…)

 

His sturdy shape was vividly imprinted on my entire pvssy.

The pressure, the hardness—both were more intense than anything I’d ever experienced in my life.

Now that I’ve had s3x with him, I understand.

I didn’t want to admit it, but that Chinese man was the best lover I’d ever had.

His behavior was abhorrent, and I loathed his refusal to work with me professionally, but deep down, I knew he was the most incredible in bed.

But I refused to acknowledge it, instead telling myself I was seeking revenge or regaining my confidence.

But after experiencing a man even better than him, I can finally accept it.

That Chinese man was truly amazing.

His c0ck took me to heaven.

During the filming, I even thought I wanted to marry that Chinese man.

But that’s all in the past now.

I’m about to have s3x that will erase my previous life’s best experience.

This time, it’s not with a Chinese man, but a Japanese one—

 

“I’ve got it in my pvssy… I won’t let go, no matter what.”

 

To maintain some dignity, I put on a brave face while still holding his thing in my lower mouth. But my body was already at its limit, and this Japanese man had me in a grip of both mind and body.

There was no way I could win.

Just the insertion alone feels worlds different from even that Chinese man.

Even if he didn’t move his hips, I’d probably climax within a minute in this state.

That’s how intense his p3nis is. It’s more than enough to subdue any woman—a virile shaft that’s far too powerful.

 

“Aahh!!”

 

After a perfunctory self-introduction, our s3x begins.

To be precise, it’s just him having s3x with me. To put it another way, I’m letting him fvck me.

One thrust is all it takes to understand.

There was no way I could resist this man.

 

“Ashly!”

 

Just hearing him call my name sent shivers down my spine. The rigid shaft and glans inside me are tearing at my insides, leaving only the sensation of nearly losing consciousness. I’ve had s3x with dozens of porn actors, but this can’t even be called s3x. It goes beyond s3x, it’s something divine.

 

“Ah! God! Does this kind of incredible s3x even exist?!”

 

Faced with something so impossibly magnificent, invoking God is the only recourse left to me.

This Japanese man is on par with God himself.

If God had s3x with a human, I think the woman would feel the same way I do right now.

 

(I could die right now and it would be worth it.)

 

Impossible. His s3x is on par with God’s creation. He’s just thrusting his c0ck in and out, but I’m experiencing pleasure so intense it feels otherworldly.

 

“Ahh! I’m cumming! God’s c0ck is making me cum—!”

 

There’s no way to endure this kind of s3x.

As he fucks me from behind like a beast, I finally understand why I was born into this world:

To have s3x with him.

To have s3x with an Asian man…

 

“Ahh! What kind of s3x is this?!”

 

With each brutal thrust from behind, I clutch the bedsheets desperately.

I can’t resist anymore.

My pvssy, my anus—everything, everything is offered to this male.

 

“Oh! What is this!?”

 

His piston-like thrusts carry me upward in a dreamlike motion. The sudden reverse cowgirl position leaves me so aroused, every inch of me feels like a pulsating pvssy.

 

“Unbelievable! Is this what Asian s3x is like?!”

 

Even in such an acrobatic position, his p3nis easily reaches deep inside me. His strong Asian p3nis is pounding into completely different places than before, and I’m soaking deep inside as if I’ve wet myself.

 

“I’m sorry! I’m going to cum!!”

 

The main actor in this s3x scene hadn’t even climaxed yet.

Despite the guilt, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

There’s no way that a white woman wouldn’t come first after having s3x with an Asian.

 

“Ashly!”

 

“Oh, I’m going to cum!! I’m going to cum from that Japanese d1ck!!”

 

At the same time as the incredibly intense orgasm, I lose consciousness.

Yet moments later, another violent impact jolted me awake.

 

“Ah! Asian cum’s coming out!”

 

Someone was hammering my uterus with a mallet. Through the relentless pounding, I realized he’d filled me with his release.

Is this a cumshot?

It was so amazing, it was almost like a lethal weapon.

Feeling the difference between us as species, I continued to receive his manly ejaculation into my uterus.

I don’t mind getting pregnant now.

I wouldn’t mind retiring and becoming a mother if it was his p3nis.

I was born to be impregnated by Asians, by him.

I love s3x with Asians.

There’s no denying it now.

s3x between a Chinese and a Japanese person certainly gave me something that I couldn’t feel during s3x with a white or black person.

I approached him simply because I wanted to fvck him.

In the back of my mind, I wondered how good it would feel to be ejaculated inside by that bear-like Japanese man.

 

“I admit it, Daisuke. Your s3x is superior.”

 

As we kissed, our tongues entangled, I said something that was obvious by now.

I can’t beat an Asian at s3x.

I knew it all along, ever since that moment when I was violated by that Chinese man and found myself wanting to marry him.

 

“I’m sorry, I’m going to cum again…”

 

By the time he came once, I’d already been made to climax multiple times, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

That’s just how the power dynamics had become.

There was no way I could ever compete with him in bed.

 

“Can we… keep having s3x all night like this? I’ll absolutely regret it if you don’t cum inside me at least twenty more times.”

 

I slumped against his broad chest, begging for more s3x.

I couldn’t tear myself away from him anymore.

Now, even the face of that Chinese man I’d hated so deeply, though in retrospect, I think I’d developed romantic feelings for him, had become a distant memory.

Daisuke was simply superior in every way.

I don’t want to choose a man based on s3x or his p3nis, but if I’m fucked by a man like that, there’s no other future I can imagine.

 

“Ahh! What incredible balls you have!”

 

As I straddled him, kneading Daisuke’s balls, I barely remembered that his were about the same size.

I’m sure I want to have s3x with him again.

Now that I know this kind of s3x, even his might not satisfy me anymore. But my womb still remembers the day he came inside me.

I don’t know his face or name.

But I remember how incredible his s3x and balls were.

I’ll probably go looking for him again.

After having s3x with Daisuke, I finally admitted it.

When I come back to see him again, he might make fun of me, but I have enough resolve to kiss him and say, “It’s your fault!”

But the real problem is the man standing in front of me now.

Will I be able to stay normal after having s3x with a man like this all night?

The love I finally realized I felt for him—could it all be erased by his vigorous s3x?

Clutching those worries, whether one or two shades of anxiety—

 

“Ohhh!! Japanese dicks are amazing♡♡”

 

I compartmentalized my thoughts—this was this, that was that—and devoted myself to s3x with Daisuke.

I’m sure I’ll forget everything about you while having s3x with Daisuke, but I’m sure I’ll remember everything by the time it’s over.

So while my strength holds out, let me be the woman for his c0ck.

And if I end up proposing to Daisuke halfway through, I’m sorry.

The truth is, his c0ck is better than yours.

I’m a woman, too, after all.

Please forgive me if my heart leans toward the stronger male.

 

“Ohhhh! I’m cumming again♡♡♡”

 

I’ve probably already screamed “I love you” to him thirty times, but if you’re a real pro, you should have the guts to overwrite that with s3x.