Bao, is a 30 year old Chinese woman I recently had sex with. I decided to write this story from her view point because she was so vocal after she learned she is a BWC whore. My good friend
pennylin
edited the story because she talked with Bao and being Chinese also helped to get things right.
Bao:
I didn't know it then, but my life changed when Mei moved in across the street from me. Mei is a widow in her 50s, and at first, I thought it was curious that she would move into the large house that used to be home to a family with four kids. She explained to me that her son-in-law had bought the house and that he and her daughter would be moving in later.
When I first met Mei, I thought of her as the cool mom I never had. At first glance, she looks like a typical Chinese woman in her 50s, but if you look closely, there's something different about her. From the very beginning, I felt very comfortable talking to her about things I would never discuss with anyone else, not even my own mom.
I think part of that was that Mei had been in the US for a long time. Even though she spoke fluent Mandarin, she had been born here and had a more open, western way of thinking about life. She didn't think much of the traditional Chinese ways of thinking and would screw her face up into a frown anytime anyone talked about old Chinese myths or customs.
I started going over for coffee every morning. I had never had coffee before, but I think I became addicted to it. Actually, I think what I became addicted to was talking to Mei, who listened so well and gave such good advice.
I'm a very reserved person. Even with my closest friends and relatives, I don't really say what's really on my mind. That's just the way I was taught, to keep those thoughts to myself, especially if they reveal too much about personal things. The problem is that when you keep things bottled up, you don't even know what you really feel about things.
For example, Mei was the first person I talked to about my sister, Ai. I told Mei that I loved my sister. Then, I added that I hated her, too. I completely surprised myself when those words came out of my mouth. I didn't even know I had such strong negative feelings about her. My hand flew up to my mouth after I said it, but as Mei looked at me sympathetically, I realized it was true, I hated my sister.
It was something beyond just sibling rivalry. Ai is a self-centered person who enjoys putting everyone else down. Mei explained to me that she probably has what is called narcissism. Even when we were kids, she liked to point out my flaws and make fun of them. The easiest thing to criticize about me was that I was very small, even for a Chinese girl. When I was 15, and Ai was 13, she was already taller than me, and what is worse, she already had bigger breasts. She tortured me at every turn with comments about how I would never find a boyfriend being so flat-chested. My mother, who was built more like Ai, would join in and have a laugh at my expense.
It didn't get any better as we got older. Ai's husband gave my husband Ru a job, and she never lets us forget it. It's not a very good job, and Ru is overworked but Ai acts as if we got a gift from God.
There is times Ai join me over at Mei's for coffee. After I confided in her, Mei would quickly step in whenever Ai would take a verbal jab at me. Mei had a way of cutting her off and making Ai seem foolish whenever she would try to pull me down or lift herself up. I loved Mei for that.
I also did something that I couldn't have imagined ever doing with anyone else. I told Mei about my sex life with my husband, Ru. I don't even know why I did it. She asked me one morning how my husband was, and I replied, "Good, but things could be better in bed." Then I ended up telling her all about my sex life.
The main problem with my marriage was that sex was too infrequent of an event. Ru and I had sex once or twice a month. But often, as I waited for him to come to bed and make love to me, Ru was on his computer, watching porn and masturbating. The first time I discovered what he was doing, it broke my heart.
Of course, I didn't confront him about it. But I did go on his computer to take a look at what he was watching. Ru watched mainly videos of Chinese women having sex with white and black men. The first thing that jumped out at me were the size of the men's cocks in these videos. They didn't look anything like my husband's penis. They were literally three times the size. I couldn't see how they could fit inside a woman's vagina.
My husband's activities confused me. I had thought that he enjoyed watching women with a more feminine shape, and was watching blonde haired women with big breasts. But the women he was watching were no different from me. They were small, flat-chested Asian women who were being driven crazy by large men with enormous cocks. The men pounded the women as they screamed, and it made me feel light-headed and dizzy to watch it.
I told Mei all about this. It was a relief to talk about it, and I was in tears by the time I finished. Mei put her arms around me, and told me things were going to be okay.
"Your husband loves you, I can tell that," She said. "He just wants to see you satisfied, and maybe he thinks he can't do it himself."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I think he wants to see you enjoy sex like those women in the videos."
"Does he want me to have sex with other men?" I asked her.
"Maybe," she said. "Or maybe just fantasize about it."
I told her that I felt very disappointed in my sex life. That I wanted it to be different. She asked me if I came during sex. I told her it usually didn't last long enough for me to come. She asked me if I played with myself. I told her I used to, but that I stopped after I got married. It didn't seem right to pleasure yourself when you had a husband. Mei said I should continue to pleasure myself.
I asked Mei if my husband's cock was too small. She said it probably wasn't. Her late husband had a small cock, she said, but he was able to satisfy her. I told her that Ru's cock, though, was tiny. I told her I had been shocked by the size of the cocks I had seen in the videos. I asked her if she had ever had sex with anyone that big.
Mei disappeared into her room and came back with a rubber cock that was big. Not quite as long as the cocks I had seen, but just as thick, if not thicker.
"This is a replica of Patrick's cock," she said. I knew that Patrick was her son-in-law. "This is the second biggest cock I've had."
"You have sex with your son-in-law?" I asked.
"He's not really my son-in-law," Mei said. "He's married to someone else, but both my daughter and I have sex with him regularly."
"What?!" I shouted in amazement. "Why would you do such a thing?"
"Patrick is a biker, and that's part of the biker lifestyle," she continued, nonchalantly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "He's also a Dom, and Kristen and I are both subs who like to be fucked hard and sometimes a little abused."
Mei explained what a BDSM relationship was, and why people got into them. She told me about how her daughter had met Patrick when she was younger, and then how Patrick had pursued her after her husband had died. My head was reeling from all of this. I couldn't understand any of it. Why would a respectable person like Mei be sleeping with a biker? And then another thing occurred to me, and I blurted it out:
"Wait," I said. "What do you mean by the 'second biggest cock'?"
"Oh," Mei said. "The largest by far was my husband's friend, Cal."
"You had sex with your husband's friend?" I cried.
It was all too much for me to take. I left and went back to my house. I'm pretty innocent when it comes to sex. I'd only had sex with one man, and it hadn't been much of a sex life.
I was a virgin when I married Ru. Ru was the son of a friend of a friend of my father's. I was only 24, but my sister had just gotten married, and my parents were worried that no one would ever want me. Yes, it's true that at 24 I was still only 4' 8" and about 85 pounds. But men had asked me out on dates, and although I hadn't been interested in any of them, I didn't feel like I was a hopeless case.
But my parents pressured me to accept Ru's proposal. Don't get me wrong, Ru is a very nice man. But he wasn't my idea of a good catch. For one thing, he was also short and although he had narrow shoulders, he had a bit of a paunch. Still, he won me over because he was so thoughtful and nice.
He was so considerate that he never tried to have sex with me before we were married. If he had asked me, I would have let him because I felt so sexy after so many years without having sex. By the time our wedding night arrived, I was a desperate woman. I couldn't wait to have Ru's cock inside me. I hadn't even seen his cock before then because he was such a shy and modest person.
Ru turned out the lights as we got into bed and climbed on top of me. After kissing for a while, I pushed him onto his back and moved down to his groin. I had talked to a girlfriend about my wedding night, and she had advised me to give him oral sex. I took his cock in my hand and looked at it. It was hard, and it excited me to see it.
