TITLE    : I Just Can't Stop
STORYID  : i-just-cant-stop
SUMMARY  : A Filipino girl gives herself to a different kind of love.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-11-09
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bbc|interracial|cheating|dominated|filipino|black man|fetish|submissive|handcuffs|


Vivi's heart was racing... she knew he was leaving soon, and the anticipation was killing her. Vivi had been cheating on her boyfriend John literally every day for months. Every time he went to work, every time SHE went to work; she cheated on him... and she couldn't stop. She felt guilty every time, but it was never enough to stop her from doing it. There was an instance about two weeks ago when she had been bent over her kitchen island, taking it from behind, with her panties stuffed in her mouth when it occurred to her that John had gotten her those same panties for her birthday. She could recall them shopping together, him buying her a whole new outfit, underwear included, and the both of them going to dinner together. It had been nice. She had felt guiltiest then, but that didn't stop her from taking that load up her ass, or sucking the guy off straight out of herself.

"I'll see you tonight, sweetie." John said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

Vivi smiled, kissing his back.

"Have a good one, Johnny. Don't forget to call me before you leave so I know when to get dinner started." she said, playing the dutiful girlfriend.

"I will, thanks again for cooking tonight. I'm sorry to be a pain in the butt on your day off." he said, opening the door.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Vivi said, laughing a little, John chuckling back as he slipped out and closed the door behind him.

Vivi's phone rang less than a minute later, the caller ID reading "WORK". She eagerly answered the call.

"Hello?" she said, a hurried whisper.

"I'll be there in ten. You'd better be naked when I arrive." her secret lover said bluntly.

Vivi hung up the phone. They never said much to one another, they didn't have to, they expressed things in other ways. She excitedly rushed to the bedroom she and John shared, kicking off her sneakers. She quickly removed all her outer layers, unclasping her bra and dropping her panties last. She went into the bathroom to give her naked body a quick look over, making sure everything was perfect for the man coming to claim her.

Vivi was 24, Filipino, with narrow brown eyes, and a light tan complexion, her skin smooth and cleanly shaved all over. Her straight black hair fell just about to her upper back, and was freshly cut. She was short, a mere 5'3, but nicely proportioned with both supple breasts and ass. She was also a bit punk, with silver rods piercing her thick dark nipples, a pierced septum, tongue stud, and black gauges in her ears. Shockingly though, she had no tattoos. She was also perfectly pedicured, and regularly applied lotion to her entire body after each shower, ensuring she was baby soft. She had a little extra pudge around her, but it could be easily described as baby fat. She looked good all around, and felt good too.

She winked and blew herself a kiss in the mirror, laughing as she turned and exited for the living room. She strutted into the living room, unlocking the front door, before moving back toward the center of the room, where she got down on her knees. Vivi sat, like a good girl, ankles crossed, hands folded on her thighs, waiting for him to arrive. She saw the shadow pass beyond her curtain, and the knob turn and open, her dirty little secret stepping in. He looked down, grinning at her subserviently waiting for him, closing and locking the door behind him.

Quentin was 53, a solid 6'2, and had coal dark skin. He was reasonably fit for a man his age, which he put to use as a security officer at the facility where Vivi normally worked. He had a neatly trimmed beard and mustache combo, his hair tidily squared off as well. He had thick, rough hands, the price of many years of hard work, and a generally humorless and stern expression, that suited his current profession perfectly.

Quentin wasted no time, undoing his pants, and producing his imposing 10 inch black penis, which had immediately stuffed in Vivi's mouth after he crossed the room. Vivi sucked dutifully, her hands still neatly folded on her lap, while he rest his hands on the top of her head. She took him in as deep as she could (when he wasn't face fucking her), enjoying the saltiness of his sweat, the tang of his skin, and the swell of his blackness filling her mouth. After roughly 7 or 8 minutes, he decided it was time to amp things up, his hands sliding to the back of her head, now forcing himself down the back of her throat further with each thrust. Vivi moved her hands from in front of her, instead clasping them behind her, as he used her face.

Vivi was desperate to start fingering herself, the need growing impatient in her hot wet pussy, but she knew Quentin wouldn't like that. When he was here, only what he wanted mattered, so she kept restrained. As his thrusts became more savage and rapid, she knew he was poised to blow, her mouth practically watering for his incoming seed. While Quentin could have easily cum with his black cock half way to her stomach, he always made sure he came directly in her mouth, ensuring that she tasted it every time. He had been conditioned her to be his fuck slave, and consistency was important to accomplish that. Consistency, degradation, and anger. Give her what she wants, but only on HIS terms.

He pulled back, firing pulse after pulse of hot semen across Vivi's pierced pink tongue, her mouth rapidly filling. Vivi eagerly used her tongue to guide her mouth closer, closing her lips around the head, and sucking every last drop off it. She leaned back, her mouth now closed, swishing his load around in her mouth, before swallowing in a deep satisfying gulp. She opened her mouth again to show him it was all gone, like a good girl, and he nodded once approvingly. Vivi stood up, smiling at him, and turned around, leaning forward slightly so he could see her hands behind her back. He unsnapped the holster on his belt, and produced the handcuffs he used at work, clamping them over her wrists tightly. Vivi was entirely at his whim and mercy, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Quentin turned her around, looking at her cute little face staring back at him, and slapped her hard. Vivi fought the tears forming at the edges of her eyes, and stood back up straight to face him, should he choose to strike her again. He didn't, instead just looking at her with cruel fascination, loving how he owned her body.

"Bedroom, on your back." he commanded, and Vivi led the way.

She lay on the edge of her and John's shared bed, hands uncomfortably stuck behind her back, and spread her legs apart. Quentin walked over slowly, taking a long lick up his pointer and middle finger, and running them up the soft quivering mess that was her pussy. She shuddered all over, her body begging for sexual release. But he knew better, denying her the pleasure for now, instead, running his hands down her thighs, enjoying the feel of her smooth light skin. Vivi swallowed hard, trying to contain herself. Quentin traced a line down each of her legs, kneeling as he did so, before cupping each one of her heels, and bringing her right foot close to his face. He stuck his tongue out, licking up the arch, up her big toe, and gently took it in his mouth, sucking it.

Vivi was on absolute fire right now, the sensation a light tickle, mixed with a whole lot arousal... he loved the taste of her skin, her toes in particular. He gave time to each of them, working his tongue around them, switching to her left foot when he was ready, and performing much the same. He stood up, bringing her ankles with him, and braced the mass of his black dick between her feet. She worked with him, using her toes to jerk his cock in slow strokes, occasionally dipping her foot back to slide it up his balls from bottom to the base of his dick. He went on, relishing touch of her bare feet on his cock, until he was ready to erupt again. She held them together, arching her soles, letting him cum all over her toes, her breath becoming hot and deep, loving the feeling of it.

He stood, catching his breath for a moment, smiling his slight joyless smile down at her, "You're ready for your turn, am I right?" he said, his voice dark and deep.

Vivi nodded slowly, she knew better than to speak unless he told her to. He moved quickly then, laying over top of her, holding himself up on his left arm, his right hand grabbing her by the throat, choking her hard.

"Do you think you deserve pleasure?" he said, angrily.

She shook her head no, her face hot and turning red.

"And who is the ONLY one that gives it to you? SPEAK." he said, in a commanding tone.

"Only you, master." she squeaked out, her vision blurry.

He released his grip, and stood back up, slowly. "That's right, little slut. Only your master."

He slapped his rough hand down over her expectant pussy, rubbing his fingers across it urgently, working her engorged clit with his thumb. Vivi couldn't help but cry out, melting immediately at his touch, her body racing right to the edge of orgasm. His thick black fingers entered her, his thumb never letting up the pressure, working her hard and fast. Within seconds she was cumming, her eyes closed, body shaking with waves of pleasure, as her cum covered toes curled hard. He kept it up, enjoying her helplessly caught in spasm after spasm, the cries of pleasure turning into gasps as she could barely keep up. He pulled his fingers out, slapped her pussy hard, and moved his hand away.

Vivi lay gasping for breath, her brain awash in pleasure, her body sated for this brief moment. Quentin watched her, quite enjoying the show. He didn't care about Vivi as a person, but she was his property now... her tight young body his plaything. He thought about how he had worked on her every day, a little flirting, some compliments, making sure to prey on her vulnerability whenever he saw it. How he had convinced her to cheat for the first time, licking her sweet Asian pussy at work, bending her to see him as a source of all her pleasure. He would use her until he was bored, and then he would move on. It had happened before, it would happen again.

Vivi felt his big hands grab her waist, forcefully rolling her onto her stomach, her large breasts pressed into her and Johns' quilt. She felt the heft of him, laying his cock up the crack of her ass, his balls resting on the cheeks below. Quentin rocked his black dick back and forth, admiring the contrast of his dark skin against hers, pulling back finally, and pressing his massive black cock head into her waiting ass. Vivi tilted her head down, biting a large mouthful of the blanket while Quentin spit, letting it run down the groove of her butt before connecting with his dick. He pushed it in slowly, wanting to enjoy every second of her discomfort. Vivi winced, the mix of pain and pleasure always feeling so new and foreign every time her took her this way.

He spit on himself again, as he worked back and forth, Vivi letting out small pained moans with each thrust. The sounds of her discomfort turning him on all the more. He sped up, making sure each impact sent his balls slapping against her, his hands digging hard into her hips. Vivi might not have enjoyed anal as much as he did, but she was willing to give him any part of her body he wanted. He was her master, after all, and she was a good girl. In spite of herself, Vivi found herself coming to climax right before he did, the insistence and repetition too much for her to handle. She felt him jetting loads of cum inside her ass, pulling out, leaving her a gaping mess as she blew the rest on her supple cheeks. As he cooled down, he also removed the cuffs, finally giving her some semblance of freedom.

Vivi knew it was close... the part her body long for... hell, begged for. The trickle of hot semen sliding out of her and slipping across her pussy. Quentin rolled her over once more, exposing her desperate, throbbing need, and grinding her cum covered ass all over her and John's comforter. Quentin knew all about John too. He just didn't care. John was a very pale white guy, sallow, almost corpse like. He was a loving boyfriend and a hard worker, but he didn't have what Quentin had. It was about more than just penis size, which incidentally, Quentin DID dwarf Johns penis by comparison. It was about technique, deception, and the heartless nature in which he would claim his prize forsaking everyone else. He didn't steal John's girlfriend, because Quentin didn't want Vivi as a girlfriend, he took her body, because that's all he cared about. Women were easily manipulated fools in his eyes.

Vivi wiped her forehead, the sweat coming off across the back of her hand, both of her hands moving down and tweaking her nipples slightly, turning the silver rods back and forth. She was ready, she wanted this more than anything, all he had to do was either take her, or say the word. She looked at him expectantly, begging him with her eyes.

"You will ride me. I am done working for you." he said, giving her a dismissing wave of his hand.

Vivi eager sat up, crawling further up the end of the bed, giving him space to lay down. Quentin lay down, propping his head up with Johns pillow, putting his hands up behind his head. Vivi crawled on top of him as soon as he was settled, guiding the massive black swell of his penis into her dripping wet pussy. It was pure bliss as she slid down it, the head crammed so deeply inside her, she could feel it pressing against her insides. The thickness of it was still painful at times, but her body had come to accommodate him, welcoming his intrusion. Vivi placed her palms against the head board, and started grinding his cock, biting her lip as he stirred her insides.

John was not coming home from work out of some sense of paranoia, or fear. He had no such thought that Vivi was cheating on him. He wasn't coming home to whisk her away for some romantic gesture, or anything pleasantly surprising. The only surprise he had today, was that he had been fired. Not because he did something wrong, or was a bad employee, but the business had slowly been collapsing under the weight of economic downturn, and it had finally been too much to go on. He didn't know how to break the news to Vivi, it hurt to think of the burden this would put on her. He didn't call her, because this was the sort of tragic news you said in person.

John heard the commotion immediately as he opened the door, Vivi and Quentin hadn't heard him at all. He knew something was amiss immediately, hearing the heavy thump and the squeak of bed springs coming from his bedroom down the hall. His heart sank as he crept closer, now able to hear Vivi's moans of pleasure, sounding wild and intense. He stood for a moment listening to every wet slap, every moan, every squeak, and his blood started to boil. He hadn't done anything to deserve this. He was attentive, caring, he had even helped pay some of her student loans off... No one deserved to be cheated on, but especially him, he thought angrily. He burst through the door, eyes full of fury and accusation.

"VIVI!" he shouted.

She glanced over her shoulder, her face flush and sweaty, and then turned back, not slowing down at all. Quentin for his part only looked mildly amused, but hadn't moved an inch otherwise.

"VIVI, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?" he said, storming closer.

She was on the cusp of orgasm, and started riding him even harder, working her ass up and down in fast hard slaps.

"Vivi?" John asked, almost unsure if she could hear him.

Quentin was about to cum too, Vivi's body working him beautifully, with John catching them only driving him over the edge with enjoyment. Vivi screamed out, collapsing on top of Quentin's large black body, her pelvis stilling working him, ass bouncing, as she exploded into a series of orgasms. Quentin rocked his head back, legs tensing up, and fired off a massive load into Vivi's eager pussy, draining his balls once more. Vivi lay gasping against Quentin, the mounds of her breasts pressed against him, his beast of a cock still parked firmly inside her. She looked wearily up to Quentin, who nodded, giving her permission to speak.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry John..." she gasped out between hot breaths, "But I just can't stop... it's... it's too good." she sighed heavily, regretting having been caught, but not willing to stop.

John stared in disbelief. He had been saving for an engagement ring, he had told his parents all about it, just to be humiliated by some fucking old nigger in his own apartment? No, this wasn't how this was going down.

"YOU." he shouted, pointing at Quentin, "GET THE FUCK OUT, RIGHT NOW!"

Quentin just smiled, and urged Vivi off him, slapping her thigh to signal he was done. She rolled off him, falling back on the bed, splayed out, her pussy oozing out his fresh load. As he started to stand, John moved closer, his arm raised in aggression.

"THAT'S RIGHT, GET THE FU..." was all John managed as Quentin caught him with a right hook, knocking him down and out.

Quentin looked down at him shaking his head. He turned to Vivi who was now leaning up, watching what had just transpired. Quentin snapped his fingers and pointed down, Vivi quickly climbing off the bed and kneeling before him, her naked and used body inches away from John's unconscious form. Quentin grabbed the back of her head and fucked her throat aggressively, making sure Vivi tasted every bit of everywhere it had been, and after several minutes, blew all the rest his balls could muster across her eager tongue and on her face. Quentin looked down at John again and smirked, his girlfriends saliva still dripping from his cock.

"If he calls the cops, lie." he commanded Vivi, who nodded her head, looking up at him with love and satisfaction in her eyes.

"Good girl." he said, gathering himself, and casually walking out of the couple's apartment.

When John came to, Vivi had already dressed herself, and put the bedspread in the washing machine. She sat waiting for him on the corner of the bed she had recently been fucked on.

"Are you okay, John?" she said, genuinely concerned.

"Vivi... what the fuck... how could you do this to me?" he asked, his face sore.

"I never meant to hurt you, John, I really didn't." she said, and meant it, "It just sort of happened, and kept happening."

"Then it stops NOW." he said, hurt in more ways than one.

"I can't do that, John. I won't." she said somewhat sadly, "I can't explain it to you, but I need him. My body needs him. You just can't give me what he gives me."

"So what, that's it? We're just breaking up after all this time?" he said, starting to cry.

"John, no... we don't have to break up. But my body belongs to him now." Vivi told him, optimism on her face for his response.

"What... I don't understand, you mean you just get to keep cheating?" he said, exasperated.

"It's not cheating if you know about it. Besides, I love you, why would we break up?"

John was dumbfounded. He honestly couldn't follow her line of reasoning which she seemed to think was perfectly rational. He sat looking at her wondering if she had gone insane, or was on drugs, or both. Vivi just smiled at him, waiting for him to cave in, and stay with her. After all, she had never intended to cheat, but she had, and would continue to do so, again, and again, and again.

She was a good girl.

