My Experience with a FOB Chinese Girl Who Wanted Me to Impregnate Her

I live in a major American city full of Asian international students and tourists. Looking back, I'm still not totally sure why I developed such a strong preference for Asian girls. I got plenty of attention from white girls growing up in a mostly white city, but I guess I was always drawn to the exoticism. Once I realized how attractive they found me and how easy it was, it was pretty much game over.

I have a lot more stories from traveling in East Asia, but for this one I'll stick to America because it was pretty wild. I don't really tell my friends about this stuff, so I have no idea how ordinary or out of the ordinary it actually is.

During the end of my junior fall semester in college, I was bored and downloaded Bumble. I kept my profile intentionally sparse — just a few good photos and almost zero effort. It filters out the girls who are only there for attention and makes sure the ones who message me are actually into me. Saves time.

I matched with this cute early-20s Chinese girl who'd moved here a few months earlier after graduating university back home. Her first messages were all about my intentions and how she only wanted something serious. That threw me off a little, but I've learned that what girls say and what they actually do rarely line up, so I just played along.

We moved to texting, I got her number, and I called her the next day. She had a soft voice and surprisingly decent English for how short a time she'd been here. She said she liked my voice — probably because I enunciate clearly and it was easier for her to understand. I asked if she wanted to get drinks later that night. She said yes.

I drove over and picked her up. She was wearing a black dress cut high enough to show off her legs, with heels on. Nails done, clearly put effort into getting ready. I appreciated that. She was renting a room from a Chinese family who were pretty controlling and didn't allow guests, but whatever. Neither of us had eaten, so she suggested we visit a Chinese malatang restaurant nearby. The food was good, and the second we walked in, it felt like every Chinese person in there was staring at us. She seemed to like the attention. We talked through dinner. Even though I mostly do short-term stuff, I actually like learning about the girls I hook up with. They always love talking about themselves, so it works out.

She paid for both of us even though I offered. That's happened with a lot of the Asian girls I've been with — maybe they want to reward me or stand out, I don't know. After dinner we went to a bar, but they wouldn't take her Chinese passport as ID, so I paid and we shared drinks. I'm kind of a lightweight (funny, since Asian girls have the same reputation), and between the two of us we got tipsy pretty fast.

We were sitting close and started getting handsy. I slowly ran my hand up her inner thigh. She told me she could tell I wasn't like other guys, that I was different. I laughed to myself because she was completely wrong, but I nodded and asked why she thought that. She said most guys just wanted her body. (That was literally all I wanted too, but whatever.) I guess actually being attractive and showing some interest makes me stand out easily.

When we walked back to my car she held my arm and pressed herself against me. I got hard immediately — pretty obvious in sweatpants. She's about 5'2 and I'm 6'4", so the height difference was pretty extreme. She kept commenting on how tall I was.

We sat in the car talking but had nowhere to go. Her place didn't allow guests and I had a roommate who wouldn't appreciate a random girl showing up late. She leaned over and started kissing me anyway. We made out for a while. I started fingering her — she was really tight, like most Asian girls are — and after she relaxed she was clearly enjoying it. She asked if she could sit in my lap.

My car isn't big, so it was cramped with her on me, but we kept going. Eventually I pulled her panties down and started rubbing my dick against her. I'm pretty well-endowed, so it was kind of hot seeing it basically the same width as her arm. I put a condom on because I'd been going raw with a lot of Asian girls lately and wanted to be smart with someone new. I always wonder if these girls are just sluts or if I'm enough of an exception that they break their own rules. Probably a bit of both, but my ego prefers the second explanation.

It took some work to get the angle right in that tiny space. She gasped when I finally got inside, but we found a rhythm quick. She was moaning loud as hell. I was paranoid someone would notice — the car was literarly shaking in a busy parking lot — but it was dark and the windows were fogging up. She was riding me facing me while I sat in the driver's seat. I grabbed her hips and lifted her up and down. A couple times we had to stop because it was too deep, but then I just lost control and started pounding her. She was crying out — ecstasy, pain, probably both.

I felt the condom rip or shift at one point and it freaked me out, but I was too far gone to stop. I came hard. When I lifted her off me and saw the broken condom, my stomach dropped. First time that's ever happened to me. Part of me was weirdly turned on by how rough we'd been that it tore, but the pregnancy fear hit immediately. She said she'd just finished her period, so according to my very limited knowledge of menstrual cycles it was probably low risk, but I was still rattled. She didn't seem worried at all — in fact she seemed almost happy about it because it meant we could go raw next time.

I drove her home feeling conflicted. Careless in the moment but also kind of aroused by the whole thing. Weird mix.

We were sitting in her driveway when another car pulled up. An Asian guy got out and stared at us for a long time before going inside. She told me it was one of her housemates — she'd rejected him when he tried asking her out. I think she liked that he saw us together. I felt kind of bad for the guy. Can't be easy knowing a girl you like just got fucked by some white guy.

The next day she invited me over. Apparently she'd shown my picture to the Chinese woman she rented from and the woman had said if she'd known how cute I was she would've let me come over the night before. I went over in the afternoon. Her room was a mess, which bothered me a little, but I was there there to fuck.

We were on the bed fast. I stripped her clothing and she offered a blowjob. I said sure, but it was painful — my dick was too big and her teeth kept scraping. It was hard for her to open her mouth wide enough. We switched back to fucking. I laid her down and went in slow. The whole house could probably hear us. I tried covering her mouth and it just made her louder. No condom this time, and the extra sensitivity made everything feel even tighter.

Doggystyle was too much for her — every thrust went too deep and she yelped like I was hitting her cervix. We went back to missionary, which worked best for both of us.

She told me she'd only had one boyfriend back in China and was disgusted by his dick, so they broke up. At her school she was one of the prettiest girls and every guy wanted her, but she just wasn't attracted to Asian guys at all. I asked why, told her attractive people exist in every race. She was dead serious that she would never be with a Chinese guy. I found it kind of funny more than anything.

As I got close she started saying stuff in Chinese I didn't understand, then straight-up asked me to cum in her. That was all I needed. If the housemates hadn't heard us before, they definitely did then.

Afterward I was lying there exhausted and she got up and asked if I was hungry. She went and cooked food for both of us — actually pretty good — and brought it back to the room.

While we were eating she started talking about her visa. She'd come here as a student but unless she got married, she'd have to return to China. Her family had made a lot of money due to early investments in crypto but lost most of it between the government crackdown and the Evergrande collapse. They hated the government and sent her to America specifically to marry someone so they could eventually move their remaining assets out of China. She kept probing about whether I'd ever consider marriage or if I wanted kids, which stressed me out. Then she asked if a child would get citizenship and I started wondering if she'd been honest about just finishing her period.

I saw her a couple more times after that. Every time she tried to sweeten the deal — said I wouldn't have to work, her family would pay me, she could make me famous on Douyin or Xiaohongshu because I had exactly the look Chinese girls go for. She didn't want to marry an ugly guy or and older guy, and the only guys willing to marry her for the visa were old or ugly. I suggested she just marry a Chinese-American guy. She shut that down immediately.

I actually felt kind of sorry for her so I told her straight up she was in a tough spot. Most attractive guys my age aren't trying to get married — they just want to have fun. If she wasn't willing to compromise, it was going to be hard.

The last time I saw her she was pretty depressed. Her visa was about to expire and she'd basically accepted she was going back to China. I realized I should probably end things before she actually got pregnant, so I cut it off.