Foreign wife and Asian b*g d*** man — 19

　　Hill didn’t understand why he was so angry. Perhaps it was because of the dancer, perhaps it was because his male dignity had been insulted, or perhaps he was simply tired of his way of interacting with men.

　　Hill sat in the taxi, his mood at its lowest point.

　　He was a psychology book author, and he knew about men’s personality flaws, but when he saw a man casually break a stranger’s finger, Hill was still shocked.

　　He loved men, but he hoped for an equal and healthy relationship, not one where he was morbidly kept as a possession.

　　Hill looked out the window with melancholy. The taxi driver asked him, “Hey handsome, heartbroken?” The Hong Kong uncle spoke in English.

　　Hill shook his head and said with a bitter smile, “I don’t know what to do…” Hill was originally an indecisive man. He was more delicate and gentle than the average American, and it was precisely because of this that he could accept such a strong and domineering man.

　　”Of course you’re going back to her! Women need to be pampered, cherished, and loved… What’s wrong? You’ve fallen for one of our local girls?” the driver joked with Hill.

　　Hill realized the man’s hometown was indeed Hong Kong, so he nodded, a little shyly saying, “I… I have a problem with how we get along. He always tries to protect me, and his personality is a bit extreme.”

　　The driver, not noticing whether he was male or female, exclaimed knowingly, “Oh, what does that matter? My wife is much stronger than me. She often teases me, but she’s a very good person, and she’s good to me and the kids. That’s enough.”

　　Hill suddenly understood.

　　The driver continued, “I didn’t expect you foreigners to have such male chauvinism. Actually, as long as you love each other, why care about who’s stronger or weaker?”

　　Hill blushed and nodded. He recalled how his man was unhappy when he danced with a dancer, how he physically assaulted him when a strange man harassed him, and how he even forcibly kissed him in public against his will. But ultimately, it was all because the man loved him deeply…

　　Hill suddenly understood and hurriedly asked the driver, “Can we go back to where we were?”

　　The driver chuckled in Cantonese, teasing him, saying he’d finally figured it out and was going back to chase after his girlfriend. Hill nodded, a blush spreading across his fair face.

　　He still loved the man deeply, even if the man was a violent and paranoid maniac, he still loved him.

　　When they arrived at the original spot, the driver slammed on the brakes, chuckling, “No need to pay, go find your girlfriend.”

　　But Hill still gave the driver 100 Hong Kong dollars. The driver thought this foreigner was really cute, and when he peeked at him, he saw the blond foreigner standing there, stunned, as soon as he got out of the car.

　　The area in front of the bar was empty, except for a few dancing girls smoking.

　　Hill stood there, pale-faced. Just then, a familiar-looking dancer came out for a smoke. He quickly went over and asked her, “Excuse me, did you see a very tall and handsome man? He… he was with me. We were fighting inside just now…”

　　Hill was a little embarrassed as he tried to describe the situation. The dancer blinked her false eyelashes and exclaimed, “Oh~ you mean that muscular hunk? He should have been taken away by Sister Hong.” The dancer then gave a seductive smile. “I know about your relationship with that hunk. He went to have sex with Hong. How about it? Do you want to taste a woman’s flavor too?” She then squeezed her breasts.

　　Hill took a few steps back, his face pale. “What did you say… he went with a dancer!”

　　The dancer waved her hand dismissively. “Why would I lie to you? Oh, don’t think about unhappy things. I really can entertain you. Since you’re so handsome, I’ll give you a 50% discount~”

　　Hill turned and left before she could finish. The dancer, embarrassed, chuckled coldly. “You gay bastard, you don’t know what’s good for you!”

　　Hill walked dejectedly down the street. It was 10 p.m., and the street seemed to be a red-light district. Under the dim lights, the prostitutes were decadent and languid. When they saw a handsome blond guy like Hill walking alone, they pounced on him like hungry wolves, one by one trying to drag him into their establishments.

　　Hill lost control and shook them off, yelling, “Get out!”

　　The prostitutes, seeing that their business was not going to succeed, cursed him with foul language.

　　Hill silently endured it. His mind was filled with images of a man in bed with a dancer: the man’s strong body pressed against the woman’s full breasts, their bodies erotically intertwined. The large penis that used to penetrate him was now inside the woman’s vagina, and she was moaning excitedly, just like Hill, even more alluring than him.

　　No…no…you can’t do this to me…

　　Hill closed his eyes, but his mind was filled with those images. He stumbled and grabbed a lamppost, when suddenly a strong urge to vomit overwhelmed him. He crouched down in agony and vomited up his drink. He kept vomiting, nausea, pain, sadness—all the negative emotions washed over him. At that moment, Hill completely broke down, vomiting uncontrollably.

　　He vomited for a long time, tears streaming down his face, even dry heaving up stomach acid, before collapsing breathlessly to the ground.

　　Just then, a taxi pulled up. The driver got out and chased away the prostitutes with ulterior motives. He patted Hill on the shoulder and said, “Handsome, handsome, are you feeling better?”

　　The kind-hearted driver helped Hill into the car. Hill cried the whole way, crying his heart out, crying so hard that his liver was breaking. The driver in front looked at him with sympathy, thinking that if his wife had abandoned him, he probably would have cried like this foreigner.

　　“Hey handsome, don’t cry. There’s an old Chinese saying, ‘There are plenty of fish in the sea.’ Since that girl doesn’t like you, just find someone else…”

　　“No!!! I can’t do it!” Hill shook his head, sobbing. The driver, afraid he’d smear his snot on the back seat, continued to persuade him, “Okay, okay, since you’re so in love, then go for it. Women… give them jewelry, say some nice things, and even if she punches you a few times, everything will be fine. As the saying goes, ‘quarrels at the head of the bed are reconciled at the foot of the bed…” The driver kept babbling on, switching between English, Cantonese, and Mandarin. Hill was completely confused, but he just kept crying. When they arrived at their destination, the driver turned to him and said, “If all else fails, be a little more assertive. These days, don’t all young girls like domineering CEOs? You’re so handsome and generous, just like the idol dramas my wife watches…”

　　Just as he uttered the word “drama,” the driver saw a tall, handsome man walking towards them.

　　The driver, assuming the man was there for a ride, said in Cantonese, “Wait a minute, I’m comforting a passenger…”

　　At that moment, the handsome man opened the car door and went straight to hug Hill.

　　The driver was startled, thinking it was a blatant robbery, but the blond foreigner, who had been crying uncontrollably, stopped crying the moment he saw the handsome man.

　　”You… what are you doing here…”

　　The man frowned at his disheveled appearance and said, “I was waiting for you.”

　　Hill stared blankly at the man with tear-filled eyes, and after a long while, said in a sob, “…Kiss me.”

　　The man’s cold face softened slightly. He reached out, his rough thumb wiping away Hill’s tears, and looking into his clear, moist blue eyes, he leaned down and kissed his lips.

　　And so, to the driver’s astonishment, the two men passionately kissed in the back seat of the taxi. The man kissed him while wiping away his tears, his warm hands holding his cheeks, as if trying to give him warmth.

　　Hill cried and kissed him back, his arms wrapped around the man’s neck, biting his lips like a madman.

　　This time, it was the man who was bitten, the taste of blood spreading between their lips and tongues, adding a touch of violent eroticism.

　　The man carried him out of the taxi, and Hill whimpered, clinging tightly to the man, seemingly unwilling to let go for even a moment.

　　The man kissed Hill while glancing at the driver, gesturing for the fare. The driver awkwardly looked away, saying he had already paid. So the man picked up Hill, kissing him passionately as they walked towards the hotel.

　　The driver watched them drive away; the heartbroken foreigner who had just been crying his heart out was now like a woman, seeking kisses in the arms of a handsome man.

　　The driver stared blankly for a moment, then shivered, recalling Hill’s description of her domineering and obsessive “girlfriend”—look at that muscular physique, how could “she” not be domineering…

　　They continued kissing as they entered the hotel. The hotel’s elderly woman stared in disbelief as they walked through the lobby, into the elevator, and disappeared from sight, then uttered a Cantonese phrase as if in a dream.

　　The newlywed American couple next door were watching TV, embracing each other. A moment later, cries and screams came from next door again.

　　”Ah…no…no more…it hurts…it really hurts…”

　　The wife looked at her husband with a strange expression. The husband’s face was pale; yesterday’s moaning contest with the neighbors had exhausted him, his penis was swollen and red, and he had no energy for another round.

　　”Waaah…please…please…please…” The cries from next door were clear.

　　Then came a barely audible whisper.

　　”Ah…I’m calling…I’m calling you…Master…my master…don’t hit me anymore…the slave knows his mistake…the bitch knows his mistake…”

　　Then came the sound of slapping, like hands striking flesh.

　　”Ah…no…no…Master…big cock master…no…ah…I’m going to die…the bitch is going to be beaten to death…ah…” Accompanied by a lewd moan in American English, the slut next door seemed to reach orgasm, followed by weak sobs.

　　The American husband, aroused by the cries, hugged his wife and began to slap her, not to be outdone.

　　Soon after, a rhythmic American moaning, “Oh God, oh my God, oh, so big…” echoed from next door to Hill.

　　Hill lay trembling on the bed, his swollen buttocks, covered in mottled, bright red handprints, bulging high.

　　The man had slapped him twenty times, each slap delivered with half his strength. Hill was drenched in cold sweat, his thighs trembling, only his genitals still bearing traces of his recently ejaculated semen.

　　Hill, having been slapped until he ejaculated, cried incessantly, both aggrieved and ashamed, like a woman, more like a whore.

　　”Waaah… I hate you… I hate you…” the American “creamy” cried, cursing him.

　　The man, seeing his slutty state, abruptly flipped him over, grasped his limp penis, and began to masturbate. The man’s hands were rough and warm, his technique brutal and erotic; soon Hill’s penis was engorged, the shaft throbbing violently in the man’s hand.

　　”Ah…no…it hurts…” The fragile shaft ached from the friction, but the pain mixed with pleasure made him unable to stop.

　　The man lowered his head and bit his nipple. The swollen nipple, after being ravaged by the man for a long time, was twice its original size. The man’s teeth ground against the areola, and his tongue licked the nipple. The man seemed unsatisfied, looking up at him while sucking hard with big kisses, making Hill feel both pain and itchiness, whimpering and pushing him away with his hands.

　　”Ugh…no…ah…”

　　”You slut!” the man cursed him sinisterly, his teeth tightening, clamping the large nipple and pulling it upwards forcefully.

　　Hill screamed in pain, his large nipple almost engorged with blood until the skin broke, but the penis below swelled even larger in the man’s hands, and the tip was also leaking sticky fluid.

　　”You’re about to cum.” A low, husky voice came from his large nipples, which snapped free from his lips, wet and swollen like big cherries. As soon as Hill’s nipples broke free of his teeth, he cried and covered his chest, but his already tormented nipples were pinched by the man’s rough fingers, rubbing back and forth until they were almost bleeding. A strange pain and pleasure shot from his chest to his brain.

　　”Ah…no…bastard…don’t touch me anymore…”

　　The man’s playing with him became more intense, even his lower body moving faster. The man’s large hands encircled Hill’s white penis, the rapid friction making the shaft pink and swollen. Hill cried and shook his head, twisting his body as if he couldn’t bear it.

　　The man slapped his buttocks, adding another handprint to the already red and swollen buttocks. Hill screamed and cursed him as a bastard.

　　The man’s face darkened, and with a large wave of his hand, he slapped him hard again. This time, the stubborn American cream began to yield, his body pressed tightly against the man, crying and begging for mercy.

　　“No…don’t hit me…”

　　The man cruelly clamped his nipple, pulling it upwards forcefully. As Hill shook his head in pain, he released it with a slap, and it bounced back against his chest. After several repetitions, the American slut, broke down and cried out. His body twisted uncontrollably, his large buttocks swaying back and forth with the man’s masturbation, and his genitals throbbed violently, almost reaching their limit, leaking fluid.

　　Hill convulsed, arching his back, and suddenly reached orgasm in an instant during the man’s rough nipple torture.

　　“Ahhhhh…” A series of pitiful screams rang out, and the moment his large nipples bled, his genitals spurted out an unprecedented amount of semen.

　　The white semen sprayed all over the man’s hand. The man whistled playfully and lowered his head to kiss the orgasmic slut.

　　“You’re so beautiful.” The voice was as deep as ever. Hill, already immersed in orgasm, trembled a few times upon hearing this voice, and even without any external object being inserted, intestinal fluid flowed from his anus.

　　The man lowered his eyes to look at him, at the beautiful man whose body was flushed red after his orgasm, and slapped his buttocks repeatedly. His buttocks, swollen to their limit from the torment, were now painfully swollen. The man lewdly touched his buttocks and said in a hoarse voice, “Still dare to dance with women?” Hill sobbed, swaying to one side, and it took him a while to react.

　　So this petty man was waiting for him here. No wonder he was so rough today; he was inexplicably jealous!

　　”You bastard…you even slept with women!” Hill was extremely aggrieved. Because of this man, he had vomited in front of countless prostitutes in the red-light district, utterly disgracing Americans.

　　The man looked at him, bewildered, and slapped him again.

　　“Sleep with you my ass, I’ll only fuck your horny ass for the rest of my life!”

　　Although he didn’t understand the word “ass,” Hill felt a sweet warmth in his heart. Americans just couldn’t hide their emotions. He had just been tormented by him, but now he didn’t care anymore. He just cried and whined, “You went with that dancer… I know, I saw it…”

　　“Saw my ass!” The man roughly hugged him tightly, one hand kneading his horny buttocks and the other tormenting his horny nipple, his hands working in unison. “I just bought clothes from her, and left after I finished. I was in a hurry to come back to find you, but I didn’t know you weren’t here!” He slapped him again.

　　Hill was almost driven to the brink of collapse by his blows. He grabbed the man’s hand and cried, sobbing uncontrollably, feeling incredibly wronged.

　　It turned out that the two of them had made a misunderstanding.

　　One thought the man had slept with a dancer, and the other thought Creamy had gone to the red-light district for some fun. But in the end, it was American Cream who suffered. His buttocks were swollen, and his nipples were enlarged. Now, he was sticking out his buttocks and begging the man to stop hitting him.

　　This time, the man was truly enraged. His pent-up lust had nowhere to go, so he bent down and began to gnaw and torment his nipples again, until both large nipples were swollen and red. Only then did he look at the American Cream’s breasts with admiration.

　　At this moment, his slightly swollen, rosy chest featured two equally sized, red and swollen nipples, one of which was even broken and bleeding—a sight that was incredibly alluring. Even so, Hill still cried and clung to the man, pleading for his love. When the man told him to call him “master,” he did; when he told him to call him “big cock master,” he did too. Finally, he wiggled his large buttocks, begging for his large penis to enter. The man, with his erect penis, said, “Put on a dancer’s outfit, and I’ll fuck you.”

　　Hill looked at the sequined dancer’s outfit hanging in the closet and was completely dumbfounded.