Filipino bitch submits to its white, racist, and sexist neighbor
He was an asshole.
Everyone in my neighborhood knew it. He was a white retired expat who was in his 60s. He was fat, was loud, had little manners, and was just an overall obnoxious dick. He’d frequent my neighbors carinderia for lunch almost everyday, never failing to flirt with and sexually harass the owners daughter. It be horrible if she was against it, but she seemed to lean into it. Laughing at his jokes, smiling and smirking whenever he’d whisper something to her out of earshot, and bite her lip when his hands somehow find their way under her shirt or into her pants.
I don’t know if anyone else caught glimpses of their risky groping, but I think everyone knew they were fucking despite the fact he’d sometimes bring home escorts. She eventually moved away and I never saw her again. My parents told me it was because of school, but I later learned it was because she got pregnant with his child at 16. Her father kicked her out, and the white prick refused to take responsibility.
So she disappeared.
Nobody said anything to him. There was never a confrontation or argument. We just ended up accepted him as a member of our community, regardless of how we felt about him.
My parents hate him. Everyone did.
I should’ve also hated him.
At 14, I found himself drawn to him. He lived across the street from me, his window was right across from mine, and he was shameless.
I knew the stories. I knew I was supposed to avoid him. To pretend he doesn’t exist. To keep my interactions with him to a minimum. But most nights, I’d peak through my blinds and watch as he ravishes his latest conquest.
Women both legal and illegal. He always treated them the same.
It was like they were just holes to him.
I’d try to catch sight of him fucking from my room. Usually the blinds were drawn and I’d just see small glimpses or their silhouettes. But sometimes, I’d get a full view of his deviance.
There are nights where he lets his partners do all the work. Lounging on his chair or laying on bed while women or girls blow or ride him. Sometimes he’d force them into this position or that and fuck them hard. The soundproofing was evidently good with how they always look to be screaming in pleasure or pain.
I could never tell.
I always just watched and idly touched myself, soaking up the view wishing I was in the room with them.
At first, I thought I was jealous of him. I thought I wanted to get my dick wet. It wasn’t until I caught and watched him jerk off alone that I realized I wished I was there blowing him.
He was straight though.
I didn’t think I had a chance with him till I watched him fuck a Transwoman.
I never had body dysphoria or thought myself trans, but watching him fuck a whore with a cock gave me hope.
Transitioning wasn’t an option with me being a minor, so I thought maybe if I dressed up, he’d use me like he did other women. I ended up stealing a sports bra and some panties from my mother and waited for a night he was alone. It thankfully didn’t take long.
One night, around 11pm, he entered his bedroom fully naked and started jerking off.
That was my chance. I quickly put the bra and panties on and hid them underneath my clothes and quietly snuck out of my house, before crossing the street and ringing his doorbell. I was second guessing myself the entire time. Maybe he’d tell me to fuck off? Worst case he’d tell my parents.
I almost turned around to run back home when he opened the door wearing nothing but underwear, a pissed look on his face.
“What the fuck do you want?” He growled.
I couldn’t speak. I had a script prepared, but the words died in my throat. Instead, my eyes trailed down his body and focused on the obscene hard on that was barely covered by his boxers.
“You deaf?” I flinched and looked back up at him. “The fuck do you want? Money? I’m not a charity.”
I swallowed. “Can I help you?”
He frowned. “What?”
“I mean,” I stammered and looked back down. “Can I…”
The words died in my throat again, but following my gaze, he understood.
The man scoffed. “I’m not a faggot. Fuck off and ask someone else.”
He started closing the door when I yelped, “I’m wearing panties.”
The man squinted at me then opened the door wider.
“So, umm, you don’t have to think of me as a boy.” I looked at the floor, blood rushing to my ears in shame. It was embarrassing, and I was praying nobody could see me talking to him this late at night. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“Oh yeah?” He said. “Strip.”
I felt my heart drop and immediately looked back up at him. “What?”
“You heard me faggot. Strip. Show me what you’re wearing or fuck off.”
“But-“
He glared at me. “Stop wasting my time.”
I swallowed, looked around one more time, then with shaky hands, took off my clothes. My shirt first, then shorts. He wordlessly held his hand out and, without thinking about it, I gave him my clothes.
I tried covering up with my hands but he barked, “Don’t you dare. Hands behind your head and squat down. Now.”
I quickly followed his order, displaying myself to him on his front door.
He chuckled and started rubbing his dick through his boxers. “Fucking bitch.”
I stood there for a good minute, each second making me more and more anxious of being caught by a neighbor. I started thinking that maybe he was going to close the door on me and leave me half naked outside when he stepped aside, finally letting me in.
He closed the door behind me, throwing my clothes to the side, and roughly shoved me to the ground.
“When you’re in my house, you crawl. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I whined.
He smiled. “Follow me.”
I crawled deeper into his home, up the stairs, and into the bedroom I’ve only seen from my window.
I didn’t have a chance to look around when he got on his bed and sat, legs spread. I crawled between them and kept my face an inch away from his cock. He smelled like piss and musk, and for some reason that really turned me on. I didn’t know if I was supposed to suck his dick or if I was allowed to touch him so I stayed there, breathing him in.
He chuckled. “You Filipino fucks are so easy. You’re women throw themselves at me without a second thought just because I’m white. Your lady boys too. And now I have you, just gagging for it.”
He grasped a handful of my hair and forced my face into his crotch. I moaned and took a deep breath, his musk and scent being the only thing I could smell.
“Your women are sluts and your men are pathetic.” He scoffed. “We should’ve enslaved your kind years ago. Look at you, right where you want to be.”
I nodded against his crotch when he pulled my head back.
“You’re going to take my cock out, suck my dick, and shut the fuck up. Understood?”
I nodded.
“Answer me bitch.”
“Yes Sir.”
He leaned back down and pulled out his phone.
I didn’t care though. I just pulled out his cock and stared in shock at the monster between his legs.
It was a good 8 inches with huge fuzzy balls under them. I recalled what I saw women do to him and what women did in porn, and followed their example.
I made sure to generously give each of his testicles a nice tongue bath before licking up his dick and taking the head into my mouth. I looked up and saw him still on his phone. Was he recording me or watching porn?
I decided not to think about it and focused on the task at hand. I tried taking him as deep as I could down my throat before gagging and pulled back before trying again. I’d polish his head with my tongue, try taking him deeper, gag, then pull back. Again and again.
My eyes were tearing up, snot was running down my nose, my saliva coated his dick and balls as it trailed down my chin.
I fucked my throat as best I can on his dick, using my hands to jerk off the 5 inches I couldn’t swallow.
I was delirious and desperate to please him. I didn’t know what it was but I wanted him to feel good. I wanted him to want me back here. I wanted to taste his cum. To hear him moan or groan. To use me.
I needed him to want me like I wanted him.
To use me how he did my people.
His hand grasping the back of my head and forcing me down on his cock was all the warning I got before he shot ropes down my throat and into my stomach.
I choked and coughed on it, unable to breath as he came in me. I tried fighting against his grasp but he didn’t let up until he finished. I pulled back so quickly I fell on my ass, coughing and gasping for air.
“Look at me.” He ordered. The first words he said since I started blowing him.
I looked up and saw his phone, the camera recording my messy face.
“Good bitch.” He said, and I smiled.
“Thank you Sir.”
He put his phone away and finally looked at me. He looked disgusted.
“Don’t expect me to get you off faggot. Get out of my house before I throw you out.”
I swallowed and nodded. I almost stood up to walk, but remembered what he said and crawled away. Right before I left his room I turned and said, “If you’re ever alone and want to jerk off, please use me instead. I’m right across the street from you and I’ll be available whenever you want me.”
He didn’t say anything, so I crawled away. Down the stairs and to the front door.
I hurriedly put on my clothes before rushing home and locking myself in my bedroom. I jerked off and came harder than I ever had my entire life, and took a quick bath before going to sleep. I didn’t know if he’d take my offer and call me again but I knew I’d be jerking off to the memory of blowing him for the rest of my life.
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