As a 26-year-old English teacher, my main hobbies are weightlifting and reading. Countries outside of America promised me women with far superior personalities than those at home, and my work-from-home job was unworried about location. The choice was obvious, and I was already well-acquainted with the hedonistic lifestyle of a "sexpat". My life, however, would change upon meeting Lin, a sublime ideal of femininity.
Chia Lin was just a typical Chinese hooker. She was a student at a local college and during her spare time she worked as a prostitute in a five star hotel. A lot of Chinese female college students consider prostitution as a legitimate way to make a living, because prostitution in China does not bear the same stigma as it does in the west, and believe or not, prostitutes are more accepted over there than in the west. Also it provides a way for those young girls to gain financial independence from their tradition-minded parents. Chinese parents can be very manipulative and patriarchal toward their daughters. Lin used to tell me her parents made her kneel in front of them and her mother hit her bare buttocks with a broom stick. It was not only commonplace, but also widely accepted, to punish children, especially female children, with medieval torture methods. Girls are treated far worse than boys because, according to the Chinese understanding of biology, females are capable of bearing more pain than males because they are biologically designed for childbirth, which is more painful than any corporal punishment administered by humans. Since God, or what the Chinese called “old heavenly father”, has no mercy on women, then it is only right for patriarchal Chinese to have no mercy on their daughters. So prostitution becomes a means to rebel against Asian patriarchy, for those young Chinese women. While those factors are indeed important—money and rebellion are not the only things—from my experience at least, and especially from my experience with Lin, Chinese prostitutes in general are genuinely interested in sex, especially with foreigners. Most young Chinese men have no sexual experience whatsoever and combined with small penises (unfortunately it is not just a stereotype that Asian men have small penises; it’s quite true, and even Chinese condoms are small, you can trust me on this), they provide zero pleasure to Chinese women, and you can imagine how sexually starved those young Chinese women are. When a beefy White man with a swagger comes along, those girls will easily be swooned, and this is precisely what happened with Lin.
I still vividly remember the first night we spent together. I was about to go to sleep in a five star hotel, (which only cost about 70 dollars) and then suddenly the phone rang and a girl with a very sweet voice asked me in heavily accented English whether I wanted a massage.
I knew that it meant more than just a massage and I very gently refused her. I had never ever paid for sex in my life and I wasn’t about to change that principle. But apparently, in China, if you want to refuse sexual favors from prostitutes you got to do it with a stern voice. The next thing I knew—someone was knocking on my door and when I went to open it I saw a petite, slim, cute-faced Chinese girl, wearing a tight short blue skirt and a low cut uniform standing in the hotel hallway. I thought she looked a little too coy to be a whore, and it was love at first sight for me. I was quite taken by her exotic beauty, her soft creamy skin and her long silky hair. I had never in my life paid for sex and I wasn’t going to break that principle no matter what. In fact, I was getting laid so often with so many Chinese women who were not prostitutes I had no need for this.
I told her in a very calm voice: ”Look, you are very beautiful, but I don’t want to pay for your service. It’s my principle. I don’t pay for sex.” Then the truly amazing thing happened. That prostitute looked at me in the eyes and said:
”No! I'm not a prostitute. I just want to sleep with you tonight. You don't need to pay, in fact: I will pay you."
“No, no-no-no, you can’t do that. I don’t want you to pay me. What?”
But then she took out a wad of red Chinese bills and stuffed in my hand and said: ”Please. I like Western men.”
I have never in my life before met a woman who would pay me to have sex—with me! That movement was surreal. Even moreso was her fluency in English, which rendered her very pleasant to talk to compared with most Chinese.
I asked her if indeed she was not a prostitute and she said she only charged Chinese men to have sex with her, but when she saw I was White, she wanted to have sex with me so bad “I'll do anything for you”. She said she made a lot of money from Chinese clients but she never liked any of them. And ever since she was a little girl she had dreamed of meeting a foreigner of European descent who can marry her and take her to Europe or America, especially to America. To Lin, America was the greatest country in the world, the Christian paradise promised for the world to come, the elysian field where awesome white gods roamed and beautiful white goddesses sung, where streets were paved in gold and milk and honey like rivers flowed. It was the most lovely description of America I have ever heard and it was the description reiterated to me by a Chinese hooker.
Very reluctantly, I took her money and let her into my hotel room. I tried to look calm, but I was boiling inside and I was scared too. I was scared that it might have been a a snare or worse. The Chinese are a very sneaky people and there are con-arts on every corner of Chinese streets. On the other hand, I thought Lin was really hot and I was going to fuck the shit out of her, no matter what the consequence. I used to be more prudent and cautious but something about Lin made me wild, made me crazy, and she was so beautiful. She had high cheek bones, a sign of Mongolian ancestry, a straight narrow nose, like a Caucasian woman’s and very white skin, like a fair Elizabethan lady.
I already had a hard-on before Lin even took her clothes off, and her beautiful legs kicking around my arms just made me go crazy. I had so many great sex in China but the night with Lin was still one of the highlights. I had always been very gentle but that night I had become different. Lin had re-awakened the beast inside me. I was slapping her, biting on her tits, pinching her clit as hard as I can, and as I pounded into her pussy, I spit in her face. It was the most violent sex I have had with a woman and Lin said she absolutely loved it. She said she had never met anyone who fucked her the way I had fucked her. She said she was fucked to paradise. In my fucking of her, she said, she felt like she was already taken to America, the most beautiful country in the world. Lin said the Chinese words for America, “mei guo”, meant “the most beautiful country in the world”.
To be honest, I didn’t know what to believe at the time because in the back of my mind I kept on reminding myself that she was just a whore and she was just flattering me to make me take her to America. As that night dragged on, she repeatedly asked me if I could take her to America. I told her if she behaved nice and did everything I asked I would consider it. She repeatedly begged me to take her to the States and even when I rammed my cock deep in her pussy; and she would moan and groan and murmur “Oh please, fuck me to America.” I told her if she were serious then she must do everything I asked her. She grins. "I'll do even more."
That I, of her many clients, was the man who by far most sexually satisfied her the most seemed unlikely. But she was telling the truth, and she honestly never experienced orgasm from sex before she met me. I asked her if she ever had sex with western men and she said I was her first.
As we sat in bed I half-jokingly forbade her from having clients other than me. She looked at me, and said, "Well, then I won't have any income." She thinks, and adds, "I'd do it if I could move in with you." Her tone was serious.
The idea seemed very nice, yet I didn't feel I could fully trust her. What if she came in, stripped the place to the studs, and ran out?
Initially I refused, but I kept her number. She always insisted on paying me to have sex when I called her by. By her own admission, she had quit prostitution out of a disgust towards asian men. As a waitress, her pay was much inferior. Soon enough, she was running out of money. During an encounter, she gave me a slimmer bundle of cash, and remarked, "Sorry I can't give you as much as usual." I grinned, and said, "You'll have to pay with your body, then." She laughed, and practically jumped on me.
She had placed her financial situation in such disarray, just for me. I realized she was genuine in her desires. I felt guilty for not realizing the situation I had put her into. I asked if she wanted to move in. She kissed me. I remarked, "You won't need to pay me anymore either. After all, won't your income go to me?" She was happy with the arrangement.
Prior very reserved and preferring to wait for her client's initiative, my sex had ironically lit a fire in her that drove her to be ever more lewd and sexually aggressive. Every time I called her in, she seemed even happier to see me, and more reluctant to leave. Sure, she was submissive, but her enthusiasm to submit, her sheer joy in being penetrated, made me feel like I was the one being fucked at times. I suppose I was the one being paid to fuck her.
As I laid her last box into my spare bedroom, she said, "Don't you think it's about time we consummate my moving in?" I grabbed her ass, and we walked together into my room.