This story is purely fiction, all characters and events are fictional, any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains wmaf, oral sex, M/f sex, humiliation, sexual harassment, heavy raceplay, non-consent, and forced sex. This is inspired from relevant headlines and not indicative of the actual circumstances of migrants who are escaping dire situations. It is just a fantasy of sorts on what might happen to Asians hoping for a better life and end up being exploited. Along with the racism they face as undocumented migrants.
Xiaoying was relieved when she crossed the border. She gave Jie a big hug. It took them halfway around the world, over 60 days through multiple countries, the jungle and the desert. They were dirty and disheveled yet they could not stop hugging and sobbing. They never felt happier. Even without proper documents, they knew they were safe and had a chance to pursue their dreams. No longer oppressed or in danger. This would be their new home.
Jie gave Xiaoying a kiss on the lips to show his happiness. It caught her off guard.
The two were not a couple. They didn't even know each other until they started their journey just 60 days ago. They joined the same smuggling group and found out they had a lot in common.
To better blend in, Xiaoying adopted an western name, Sherry.
Jie did the same, Jeff.
Both were 24 years old, relatively young for Asian migrants. Many migrants were in their 30-40s, some with young children, seeking better opportunities abroad.
Sherry was an elementary school teacher. She got in trouble by the authorities for teaching children independent thinking and women's rights. The school board and authorities suspended her teaching license and forced her to attend patriotic classes and social community service. It was incredibly harsh for something so minor. And it caused a lot of detrimental mental stress.
Jeff attended a vocational school but the job opportunities were meagre. He started an online app with a business partner. But similar to Sherry, authorities did not like the service they provided and they shut the app down. Not only that, his business partner also fled with all his investment. Jeff was left with a pile of debt and overburdened from financial stress and the system.
The two actually came from the same village. They grew up in a poor neighborhood, just 3 blocks away. For a brief while, they even attended the same high school but neither of them had any recollection of meeting each other.
They bonded over their commonalities, shared background and shared interests. It was something they felt fortunate about and provided support and encouragement to each other to make the hard journey to cross the border.
After a few days in immigration detention to get their documents processed, they were released to await their next court hearing. They did not possess work permits or any legal documentation, so their only way to sustain themselves was through informal work.
First, they traveled to a city with a large Asian population. They celebrated by having a nice dinner and shared a hotel room together.
It was wonderful to have a hot shower and some clean sheets on their king-sized bed.
Jeff only wore a towel around in the room. He said he washed all his clothes and forgot to leave a pair of underwear to wear.
Sherry felt awkward but did not object to it.
Jeff got into bed and asked her if it would be ok if he removed his towel to sleep. Seeing that he was under the covers, Sherry didn't know what to make of it and went along.
The two of them fell asleep shortly after.
Early in the morning, Sherry felt Jeff stir. He was still asleep but the blanket was off.
She got a glimpse of his full nude body. A scrawny Asian guy, at 5ft8, with no defining features. Just a smooth tan body. She noticed that he was sporting a morning wood.
It made her feel a bit bashful.
Sherry tried to look away. But it was her second penis she had seen in person. The first being her former boyfriend when she was 18. She had always been shy about sex, so to see her friend stark naked in bed with an erection was a sight she had never thought of. Should she cover up his modesty or what? She took a longer look at his genitals. His small dark penis that was wrapped in its foreskin. The base of his shaft and scrotum were shrouded by his unruly pubic hair.
Sherry didn't know how to react. It intrigued her and she wanted to examine it some more. Not in a sexual way, but just to see how it felt in her hands.
It looked rather small, under 5 inches and a bit thin.
What to do. Could she really touch it without waking him up?
Sherry guided her hand slowly over his small penis. Jeff breathed heavily, still sounded asleep. Her heart was beating fast from the risk of getting caught. She delicately enveloped the entire shaft with her hand. She gripped it softly and slowly yanked down to get the long foreskin to pull back. Once his pink cockhead was exposed, a simple stroke led to a drip of precum to leak out.
She quickly let go of his penis as the precum startled her. She didn't know if that was cum or what.
Seeing the translucent liquid seep out of his tip made her think about her own wetness that was starting to moisten her insides. Was she getting turned on? Did she have feelings for him? It had been a while since she had sex or even masturbated.
She decided that it was enough touching. Not worth the risk. It might cause some further misunderstanding between the two.
Still, something about seeing an exposed erect cock got her aroused. She guided her hand underneath her panties and felt the moisture seeping out. She rubbed her clit. It felt good. She wished she had a vibrator or someone's tongue. Or a dildo or a cock. Something to massage her vagina, inside and outside.
She kept looking at Jeff's cock, wondering what it would feel like inside her. It didn't look big at all. Could they really be together, romantically and intimately? After all they've been through? She didn't know the answer. She just wanted to masturbate for some relief.
She picked up pace as she fantasized some more. What were Asian men in this new country like? What if she dated a white guy? What were their cocks like? Would she have sex with Jeff first or a white man? From the movies, white men were more romantic, masculine, and handsome than Asians. Would a white man suit her? Soon enough, the erotic thoughts she had were enough to bring her to the edge of climax.
She came hard and tried to muffle her moaning as the orgasm shook her entire body. Her eyes closed and mind flushed with sheer pleasure. She pulled her hand up to see her fingers coated with her vaginal secretions. The sticky lube that was no different than what was clinging to Jeff's penis and groin.
Satisfied with what she just achieved, she went back to sleep.
After 2 days at the hotel, they had to find a more affordable place. Without a job, funds were running low for the both of them. By affordable, it meant a shared dorm room. It was not great. Some dorm rooms were gender-specific, but since they did not want to split up, they were assigned a 4-bed room with 2 other migrant men. Sherry and Jeff occupied one bunk bed, while two other older Asian men slept in the other. Bathrooms were down the hallway and shared.
The place was quite dingy. They knew it was only an interim place and that once they saved some money, they could move out, either together or separately.
As for jobs, Jeff landed at a job working in a bakery during the day and cleaned dishes at a bar at night. Sherry found a job at a karaoke place doing miscellaneous work, from cleaning to serving food to fixing equipment.
The first couple of weeks were rough. They barely had time to see each other or time to relax and disconnect. The only saving grace was that they worked at the same place at night. So they had some relatable experiences.
It was a bit more backbreaking for Sherry. She was a skinny girl. At 5ft5, she was more of a stern school teacher than built to do physically demanding work. Although skinny, she did have firm B-cup breasts and a curvy ass. The tight uniform dress they made her wear at work definitely accentuated her slim profile and legs.
All of this alluded to a lot of unwarranted sexual harassment as well. Many customers would mistake her as a hostess or bargirl. Asian men were direct and would ask her outright if she wanted money for sex asked her if she would like to play with their dicks. Other times, men would just touch her inadvertently. Or expose themselves.
It gave her a bad impression of the Asian men here. White men were no better. They were entitled and arrogant given their social status. They rarely took no for an answer as they were willing to offer more cash. Many Asian girls at the bar avoided them because of their attitudes.
She tried to complain but it was no use. The boss turned a blind eye and her worker rights were non-existent given her immigration status. All she could do was complain to Jeff who was sympathetic. He vowed to protect her if he could. This strengthened the bond between them. She was appreciative of how caring he was despite not being so physically attracted to him.
Jeff was good at emotional support. He would hug her at the right moments. It was endearing and comforting, even as she felt his erection through his pants. As much as she wanted intimate contact, she was mostly tired and had not masturbated for weeks.
Sherry endured the work and unwarranted touching. This was her life now until she could find something better.
Late one night, as Sherry was on cleaning duty and about to clear out the last room, a bar girl rushed out and asked Sherry to cover for her. Apparently, her daughter fell ill and she had to get home. She advised that the guy was a big tipper. Just give him a quick handjob and he would pay $100.
Sherry couldn't react fast enough as the bargirl pushed her in the room and locked the door. This wasn't what she signed up for.
Right away, a middle-aged white guy in a business suit pulled her in and gave her a hug. He looked tipsy, his coworkers had all left and was looking for something to finish the night.
Sherry tried to push back and said, "No! No! You have the wrong person! I'm just here to clear your plates...."
"That's what all you girls say," he replied and started to grope her and nibbled against her neck. His dad bod pressed against her slender frame. He was well over 6ft2 and hovered above her. She struggled to resist.
He pulled her on the couch and held her down by her waist. With the other hand, he slipped his trousers and underwear off. His erect cock sprang out like a flagpole, waiting to be stroked.
Sherry gasped as she sat next to his fully exposed dong. Though some men have exposed themselves to her, the closest dick that she encountered was Jeff's dick a few weeks ago when they were alone in the hotel. The white dick before her was nothing she had ever seen. It was vastly different from Jeff's small Asian dick.
