Foreign wife and Asian b*g d*** man — 10

　　The publisher of Hill’s previous book was a beautiful woman named Barbara. Later, Barbara disappeared, and a handsome young man took her place. The boy seemed to be the son of the publishing company’s president.

　　Hill disliked young men, especially handsome ones; his wife had abandoned him and their daughter for a male model.

　　The publisher, Olaf, was German, tall and handsome, and introduced himself as twenty-five, but looked younger than his actual age.

　　Hill didn’t like Germans; in fact, he disliked all races except Americans. His impression was that Germans, with their meticulousness, obsessive-compulsive tendencies, and Hitler-like qualities, were difficult to get along with. However, after several conversations, he discovered that Olaf was actually very attentive and respectful, which pleased the image-conscious Hill, and he gradually developed feelings for the young man.

　　During one conversation, Olaf suggested visiting his daughter at home.

　　Hill was initially reluctant; he disliked strangers visiting his home. However, Olaf was a publisher, essentially his benefactor, making it impossible for him to refuse.

　　Olaf didn’t specify when he would visit, and Hill didn’t think much of it until one day, while he was studying common Chinese sentences, the doorbell rang in the garden.

　　Sophie was on holiday, and the man was nowhere to be seen, so Hill had to open the door himself.

　　Stepping outside, he saw Olaf in a suit waving at him, a bright smile on his handsome face.

　　A gentleman.

　　Hill waved back; in front of strangers, he always maintained the image of a gentle and gentlemanly psychologist.

　　Olaf entered, and the golden retriever immediately pounced on him, licking the stranger profusely.

　　Olaf seemed to love dogs, laughing heartily as he played with the dog.

　　Such a handsome, successful, and… loving man who drove a Mercedes and adored pets—he must be the object of many women’s affections.

　　Olaf straightened up after playing for a while, patted his fur, and said, “Mr. Edward, thank you for allowing me to visit your home.”

　　The young man was very polite.

　　Hill nodded and said, “You’re welcome, Mr. Olaf, please come in.”

　　Olaf turned to look at the golden retriever and said, “Would you like to come in too?”

　　The golden retriever wagged its tail at him. Hill felt that this man was a little strange, but he didn’t think much of it.

　　The steak and pasta were freshly bought, and Hill quickly prepared them and served them to Olaf. Olaf politely thanked him, then stared straight at Hill with his emerald green eyes.

　　Hill felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze, wondering if this handsome young man also had a crush on him. After all, who wouldn’t like such a gentlemanly and elegant man?

　　Although Hill had become more familiar with men and his body was more sensitive and wanton than before, even the smell of a man’s body would make his anus drip with moisture, he still didn’t have much affection for other men. Even though Olaf was handsome, rich, and kind-hearted—a hundred times better than that penniless Asian scoundrel—Hill’s heart still leaned towards him.

　　Seeing Hill’s wary expression, Olaf quickly smiled and said, “Mr. Edward, you are very charming.”

　　Hill coughed a few times and said, “I’m not gay.”

　　Olaf’s expression became somewhat embarrassed. “Oh…please don’t misunderstand. I just think that being able to write ‘Robert on Cheese’ proves you are very intelligent and knowledgeable.”

　　Hill liked to hear praise and smiled slightly, saying, “These are all real cases, not made up with clever tricks. I’ve seen countless mental patients and dedicated myself to solving their confusion and pain…”

　　Hill then used his lecture rhetoric, softly telling lies.

　　Olaf nodded respectfully, his dark green eyes fixed on Hill with bright eyes.

　　Hill looked away several times, seemingly embarrassed, but Olaf continued to stare at him abruptly. After a long while, Olaf said softly, “You’re very wise, noble and wise.”

　　Before Hill could thank him, Olaf asked, “You look very English. This is what I imagine an English gentleman to be like.”

　　Hill’s face darkened, and he said unfriendly, “I’m American, a pure American.”

　　”Oh… God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean Americans… um… bad…” Olaf quickly shrugged. He tried to imitate American embarrassment but failed, making him look like a big clown.

　　Hill disliked this young man—obsequious, lacking emotional intelligence, and presumptuous. This greatly diminished his image of Germans.

　　Hill, a middle-aged man with a touch of racism, always critically examined everyone’s flaws and weaknesses. Yet, in the book, he was portrayed as gentle, kind, and tolerant—the difference between reality and ideal.

　　Olaf seemed to realize his own awkwardness. He made a few self-deprecating jokes and then got up to leave.

　　Hill politely saw him to the door. Before leaving, Olaf gave him a deep look, a charming smile on his handsome face. “Thank you for your hospitality, although I…” he said awkwardly, waving his hand, “but I hope we can have a pleasant collaboration. My father is also very much looking forward to the publication of your book.”

　　Upon hearing this, Hill quickly nodded and said, “Give my regards to your father.”

　　”Thank you.”

　　Just as he saw off this foolish and somewhat psychologically troubled publishing house executive, he saw the man return carrying a bag.

　　Oh… this dirty, unruly Asian thug…

　　Hill couldn’t help but compare him to the understanding, gentle, considerate, handsome, and wealthy Olaf from before.

　　The comparison showed that this Asian bastard was utterly worthless!

　　The man gave him a wild and wicked smile. His eyes were dark and deep, his gaze wild and passionate. Hill’s cheeks burned like fire after being looked at by him for a few moments.

　　“Big-butt, creamy old man.” The man’s voice was deep and husky, unlike the exotic, rich American voice. Although he couldn’t understand it very well, it was as mesmerizing as a mermaid’s song.

　　Hill, trying to appear calm, pointed at the dirty bag and asked, “What’s that? You homeless scavenger, don’t go picking through trash!”

　　The man threw the bag on the grass, and a dirty bowl, a tattered jacket, torn pants, a rope, a gas can, and condoms rolled out of it.

　　Hill’s face darkened. He kicked the gas can in anger, only to find it was still full. He immediately lost control and yelled, “Throw this trash away! Oh my God! You filthy bastard, what are you trying to do! Are you trying to turn my house into a dumping ground?”

　　The man soothed him, and Hill glared at him resentfully, like a housewife with obsessive-compulsive disorder. The man moved the gas can aside and reached out to hug him.

　　Hill whimpered and backed away, pointing to the bathroom, “You filthy Asian bastard, go take a shower!”

　　The man didn’t understand. He raised his hand, took a few steps back, and gave a wicked American-style grin. Then, like a football player, he lunged at Hill, swept him up in his arms, and hoisted the clean-cut beauty in the shirt onto his backyard like an Indian raider.

　　”Ah…no…you filthy bastard…” Hill screamed and struggled desperately, but the Asian thug silenced him with a kiss. His tongue was roughly bitten, his lips were roughly licked, and every inch of his mouth was lewdly invaded by the man.

　　As he kissed him, the man tore off his shirt, pinching Hill’s erect nipples like a lustful rapist.

　　”Oh…no…uh…no…” Hill screamed as the man pulled down his pants, revealing his excessively full, round buttocks.

　　The man caressed his buttocks, kneading them until they were rounder, softer, and larger, then slapped the two elastic mounds of flesh.

　　Hill was being slapped repeatedly on the buttocks like a bitch, his cunt becoming wet and dripping from the blows, his fair body flushed red with pleasure.

　　Hill’s penis became erect again, this time the small, beautiful shaft slapping directly against the man’s muscular abs.

　　”Oh…” Hill sighed, resignedly lowering his head and returning a kiss to the handsome and strong Asian thug.

　　The man’s ripped jeans were also bulging, almost bursting through the fabric. Hill stroked the half-erect penis, his calligraphic fingers now lasciviously tracing its shape.

　　”So big…” he uttered lasciviously, knowing the man wouldn’t understand anyway, Hill blushed and praised again, “So thick, so big…”

　　The man slapped his buttocks, Hill muttered a curse shyly, letting the man grab his hand and slowly unzip the zipper that held the dragon in place.

　　When the large, pungent penis suddenly sprang out, Hill cried out in surprise, shyly covering it. Oh… it was almost as thick as a soda can and as long as a pair of pliers. Hill couldn’t imagine how such a thick, long cock could fit into his narrow asshole.

　　“Oh… big cock…” Hill caressed the glans lasciviously, letting the man stroke his buttocks and anus.

　　“You’re wet.” The man lowered his head and lightly bit his nipple, lewdly and vaguely cursing him, “American bitch with a sexy ass.”

　　Hill seemed to understand and straddled him, his plump buttocks already rubbing back and forth against the shaft of the cock, smearing the thick, black, erect cock with glistening semen.

　　“Oh… big cock… big cock… fuck me…” At this moment, the reserved and elegant American gentleman completely transformed into a lewd slut from an AV, using his wet cunt to tempt the man to fuck him hard.

　　The man held the base of the cock and rubbed it back and forth against him, Hill moaned lasciviously, his beautiful, fair face full of lewd desire for fucking.

　　”Fuck me…please…fuck me hard…” His large ass tried several times to swallow the giant cock, but the man ruthlessly rejected him. The man merely rubbed his thick cock back and forth against his anus, without any intention of penetrating.

　　Hill cried desperately, his large, sapphire-blue eyes brimming with tears. He cried like a woman, craving a cock like a whore. He stuck out his tongue, trying to entice the man into a French kiss, but the man only bit his tongue tip, continuing to slap his large ass.

　　”Oh…no…I want you…give me…give me your big cock…”

　　The man looked at this thirsty, crying, white, creamy man and said hoarsely, “Say you want a big cock.”

　　Hill didn’t understand, so the man repeated it, slapping his erect penis as a hint. Hill was clever; he immediately cried out “big cock” in a sobbing voice.

　　”Big cock” was arguably the first Chinese word Hill had mastered, thanks to the instruction of this Asian homeless teacher.

　　”Oh…big cock…big cock...fuck me…” His mixed English and Chinese moans completely transformed this beautiful man into an international whore. He pressed down hard with his hips, and when the man’s large hands released them, the wet, throbbing hole finally swallowed the massive cock with satisfaction.

　　”Ahhhhh…” With his neck tilted back, feeling the fiery pleasure of the huge thing spreading his body open, Hill shook his head and screamed as he reached orgasm halfway in.

　　His beautiful penis spurted out thin, white semen, and with the ejaculation, his body trembled.

　　”I…I came…” Crying, he lowered his head and weakly squatted on the man’s lap, letting the large cock throb violently inside him.

　　The man’s large hands caressed his body, making his fair and tender skin hot and flushed, and his perky nipples were roughly pinched and played with by his fingers. Soon, his nipples swelled into large nipples, throbbing with blood in the man’s hands like cherries.

　　Hill began to slowly sway up and down. Although his cunt was wet and soft, it was still very difficult to swallow such a thick cock all at once. Hill gently stroked the large penis, swallowing half of it each time before panting and slowly moving upwards.

　　Most of the cock was still outside his body. The man slapped his buttocks with some dissatisfaction. Hill cried out as he was slapped, and his vaginal fluids increased, swallowing the length of the cock deeper and deeper.

　　At first, the man just let Hill swallow and release on his own, but later, he impatiently spread his thighs and thrust in hard, shoving the entire 30-centimeter-long cock inside.

　　”Ahhhhhhh…” Hill screamed, his whole body trembling. The man didn’t give him any time to adjust. He had barely entered when he started thrusting upwards with loud bangs.

　　”Oh…no…help…no…” A broken, chaotic American-style moan escaped Hill’s lips as his pale body convulsed violently like a lump of flesh. He straddled the man, his legs spread wide in a wanton manner, his genitals bobbing up and down with each thrust. His most alluring feature was his anus; each thrust moved the tender flesh of the opening, pulling it in and out, like a condom tightly enveloping the long, thick penis.

　　The man’s large testicles also roughly pounded against the opening, making the already slick, white cunt sticky with intestinal fluid, the sounds of thrusting growing louder and louder.

　　Hill’s head was tilted back, his hands gripped tightly by the man, writhing with pleasure as if riding a wild horse. He cried weakly at times, screamed wantonly at others, and then provocatively begged for more sex, his tongue lolling out.

　　This beautiful American bitch was completely immersed in the pleasure bestowed by the huge cock. He twisted his waist and swayed his hips, letting the man slap his ass hard. His body stiffened and arched back like a water snake, and his thighs swung wildly and rapidly. When he fucked him to the deepest point, his thighs tensed, his toes curled slightly, and his plump ass was pressed down to the lowest point, almost swallowing his large testicles. Then he spoke American slang like a madman, as if begging the man to brutally ejaculate inside him.

　　The man watched him silently the whole time, focusing solely on satisfying him with his huge cock, fucking him, making him feel like he was dying and screaming, playing with him until his lower abdomen bulged and shrunk. When this slutty bitch reached his second orgasm, the man inserted his huge cock into the deepest part of his squirting cavity, and amidst Hill’s pitiful screams, he once again ejaculated his life-filled essence into the depths of his cavity.

　　”Ah…shoot…shoot it in…” Hill’s large buttocks pressed tightly against the man’s crotch, his eyes closed in a dazed and wanton state, as if enjoying internal ejaculation. His fair, sweaty body trembled uncontrollably, his buttocks quivering rhythmically with the surging ejaculation.

　　After the man finished, Hill collapsed weakly into his arms, his belly bulging with semen, his eyes closed in satisfaction, letting this smelly, dirty Asian homeless man caress and kiss him.

　　The man gazed at the beautiful blonde man with fascination, pressing him down onto the grass. His large penis thrust gently in and out of the man’s wet hole, making the tired old man moan softly. He then lowered his head to kiss the man’s moist red lips.

　　The man continued thrusting and kissing, this time his dark eyes fixed on him, burning and deep. Hill inadvertently met those eyes, his body trembled, and his cheeks flushed again.

　　Hill awkwardly turned his head away, but could still feel the man’s terrifying gaze, almost devouring him whole.

　　“Do you like me?” the man asked softly.

　　Hill closed his eyes in embarrassment. He had heard this question before, and he roughly understood what the man meant, but he couldn’t answer. He didn’t know his own feelings for the man. Besides, he was Asian, and an Asian man at that. Hill couldn’t possibly accept him completely because of a moment of lust.

　　Hill shook his head in hesitation. Just as the man’s expression suddenly turned grim, the doorbell rang again.

　　Hill, thinking his daughter had returned, looked pleadingly at the man. The man coldly released him, letting the heartless American bitch hurriedly put on his shirt and jog to open the gate.

　　Of course, when he reached the gate, he realized it wasn’t Ciri, but Mr. Olaf, who had returned.

　　Olaf smiled gently and shyly, saying, “I’m so stupid, I forgot the gift in the car.” He then handed him a red gift box.

　　Hill awkwardly took it, opened it, and found a dog leash studded with rhinestones.

　　Oh… what a freak…

　　Olaf said, “Mr. Edward, you’ll definitely like this gift.”

　　Hill smiled wryly, “Yes, I like it very much.”

　　Just then, the Asian thug, who had just finished dressing, also walked over. His tracksuit zipper was undone, revealing a muscular, half-exposed chest. His handsome face was sinister, and his dark eyes resembled those of a demon from ancient mythology, sending chills down one’s spine.

　　Olaf noticed the man, and the man stared directly at him.

　　Hill knew the scene was somewhat awkward; after all, both young men were so handsome, and both were infatuated with him. Hill didn’t want the man to lose his temper; this Asian beast, when angry, completely disregarded laws and human rights.

　　But the man didn’t get angry, nor did he react with the jealousy and violence Hill had imagined. He simply picked up his tattered woven bag silently, put all the odds and ends back inside, and then, just as he had come, shouldered the bag and coldly boarded his large truck parked beside him.

　　Hill’s face paled; he didn’t understand what was happening, nor did he know what to do, and could only watch helplessly as the truck drove away.

　　Olaf watched all this in a daze, and after a long while, said, “Ella will definitely like this chain.”