Foreign wife and Asian b*g d*** man — 11

　　The man never appeared again. Hill thought he would be relieved, he would be happy, he would thank God, he would treat the pastor to a big meal, but none of that happened. After the man left, he began to feel uneasy, and slowly the unease turned into loneliness, and the loneliness into an unbearable solitude.

　　He couldn’t write well when he was in a bad mood, especially since Robert on the cheese had already written about the method of use. This chapter was the focus of the entire book, and it was also the part that patients would read carefully. He had to use all his energy to complete this part of the writing.

　　But… he couldn’t… The man’s disappearance left him distraught, and he didn’t have the extra energy to think about writing.

　　Oh… I hate him…

　　Hill cried and cursed in bed. He vented his anger by scribbling all over his diary. The earliest page was filled with his endless complaints about his wife, but now, he only hated that man, that bastard who raped him, tortured him, humiliated him, and stole his heart!

　　Hill struggled for a long time. He tried desperately to forgive and forget the man using his self-created forgiveness therapy, but he couldn’t. His mind was filled with the bitterness and helplessness of a victim. He drank angrily and even argued with his nanny, Sophie.

　　”Shut up, you woman!”

　　Sophie cried, her dark eyes filled with resentment.

　　Hill didn’t care; his heart was only for the man. On the way to kindergarten, Ciri asked him, “Daddy…where did big brother go? Sister Sophie said she’s leaving too.”

　　Hill forced back his grief and said, “It’s okay, Daddy will always be with you.”

　　After seeing Ciri off, Hill lost control and slumped over the steering wheel, sobbing uncontrollably. He hadn’t felt this extreme emotion in a long time. He remembered the last time was when his wife had an affair with an African male model, and he felt the same way then. It was precisely because of the hurt his wife had caused him that he dedicated himself to studying psychotherapy.

　　But now, he felt helpless and in pain again, just like before.

　　He took deep breaths, desperately trying to think of a solution. Finally, all the clues pointed to one thing: finding the man.

　　Hill suddenly had a flash of insight. He drove frantically, following his memory to find the man’s home.

　　The man’s house was in an abandoned wooden cabin by the highway, the former residence of the forester. Hill searched for a long time, entering every intersection, asking around in every place where people were, until finally he found the place he remembered.

　　It was where he and the man had first made love.

　　He approached the cabin nervously, like approaching a colossal beast, cautious yet filled with a secret sweetness.

　　But as he neared the door, a clear bell rang at his feet.

　　While Hill was still in a daze, something suddenly bumped against the back of his head.

　　A cold female voice came from behind, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

　　Hill felt a chill run down his spine from the moment he heard the woman’s voice. When he slowly turned around and saw a beautiful woman wearing only a sports vest, his heart sank even further.

　　”Is he a guy’s casual sex partner…?”

　　The woman held her gun up, coldly saying, “I’m asking you a question, sir!”

　　Hill hurriedly answered, “I…I’m looking for someone…”

　　”What’s his name?”

　　Hill suddenly froze. What was the man’s name…? He hadn’t asked, and the man had never said, as if they were just casual sex partners who could part ways at any moment.

　　”I don’t know…”

　　”Don’t know?” The hot girl smiled coldly and said, “Hand over your wallet.”

　　Hill hadn’t expected the woman to ask for money, and he said, forcing himself to speak, “Hey, don’t do this, I’m a lawyer…”

　　Just then, the cabin door opened, and the hot girl turned to the person who came in and said, “A stranger has arrived.”

　　Hill thought he would see a man, but instead, it was a fat, brown-skinned, burly man.

　　”Look…what a handsome white man.” The burly man spoke in a deep voice, his accent was strange, and his English was very broken.

　　The woman shoved Hill with the butt of her gun and said, “Hand over your money!”

　　”You…what do you want to do! I have money!” Hill panicked and threw his wallet to the burly man, who chuckled, opened the wallet, took out all the credit cards and money inside, and then tore up his driver’s license.

　　“Oh…no! What are you doing!” Hill yelled, but the burly man still tore it to shreds.

　　“Dear white pig, you still have to take off that outfit that looks expensive.” The burly man opened his blood-red mouth, revealing a mouthful of filthy, rotten teeth.

　　“God…my God…” Hill muttered in anguish. Why did he always encounter this kind of thing? Why was he always so unlucky?

　　The woman forcefully tore off his clothes, stripping off his custom-made gray suit, then his trousers. Hill shamefully took off his trousers and threw them to these filthy robbers. Finally, there were his crocodile-skin shoes, which he had only worn for three days. As if in revenge from the crocodile, he stepped on a pebble as he took them off, cutting a gash on the sole of his foot.

　　Hill was disheveled, wearing only a shirt and underwear, his two long, white legs exposed.

　　The burly man didn’t look at his clothes, but instead scanned his thighs.

　　Those legs were thin and white, looking very tempting, and he wondered what they would feel like to touch.

　　The woman seemed to have noticed the burly man’s intentions and said coldly, “What are you looking at!”

　　The burly man muttered indifferently, “I’ve fucked women like this in XX prison, long legs, tight ass, hahahaha…” He then laughed lewdly.

　　Hill, being a semi-psychologist, could sense the burly man’s intentions. He knew the relationship between this tough woman and the burly man, and he also knew the terrifying nature of fugitives. Perhaps this burly man wasn’t released from prison but had escaped.

　　”Listen to me, buddy, I… I still have money in the bank. Let me go, and I can give you more money. I can send you money. We’ll meet at a secret place, like in The Shawshank Redemption.” Hill tried to put on a friendly smile he had never shown before.

　　The burly man shook his head and said, “I don’t know anything about Shawshank, but I know you’ll definitely call the police.”

　　Hill panicked, more frightened than ever before. He forced a smile and said, “I…I won’t call the police because…I also have a murder charge against me…”

　　The woman said impatiently, “Shut up, let’s kill him.”

　　”No, no, no, let’s hear what he has to say. After all, I love bedtime stories.” The burly man grinned, revealing his dirty teeth, his eyes filled with malice as he looked at Hill.

　　Hill forced himself to continue, “I…I killed an Asian man…”

　　”Oh, why? Sweetheart.”

　　Hill felt a chill run down his spine. He said in a trembling voice, “He…he…insulted me (his wife), stole my beloved (my heart)…”

　　“Oh~ good story.” The burly man started to pull down his belt. “Alright, baby, I’m tired of stories. I have no other wish than to never be oral sex by a white man. Come on, open your little mouth and let it taste this XX man’s invincible big cock.”

　　Hill’s face turned deathly pale instantly. He looked at the woman, who looked away with disgust and helplessness, seemingly unable to do anything about him. The burly man then revealed his filthy member and chuckled as he walked towards Hill.

　　Hill stood there stiffly. Just as he was about to despair, a figure flashed through his mind.

　　Oh… God… save me… save me…

　　This time, God appeared. A man emerged from the woods. He was tall and handsome, with an extraordinary bearing, like a valiant knight from ancient mythology. His eyes were dark and deep, and when he saw Hill, they shone with an unprecedented light, as dazzling and captivating as black pearls from the seabed.

　　“It’s… you…” Hill didn’t know the man’s name, but in the next moment, tears streamed down his face. He frantically tried to go over, but the woman’s shotgun was pressed against his forehead again.

　　The man walked over and coldly asked the burly man, “What did you do to him?”

　　The burly man, of course, didn’t understand and lazily replied, “Asian, didn’t I give you the money? You still want to die?”

　　The man pointed at Hill, then at himself, and said, “Let him go, and I’ll be your hostage.”

　　”Oh, oh, I don’t like your type. You don’t taste good.” The burly man grinned greasyly and said to Hill, “You know him?”

　　Hill nodded quickly and said, “He’s my neighbor. His father is a Chinese-American governor.”

　　The burly man shook his head with a smile, “Oh, you lying little bitch.” He then reached for Hill.

　　The man swiftly grabbed Hill, shielding him behind the woman’s gun, and said coldly, “Don’t touch him, you piece of trash.”

　　Everyone was confused, but they knew what the man was saying from his expression. Hill even burst into tears. At this moment, he was being protected by the man like a woman, but damn it, he didn’t even know the man’s name.

　　”I’m sorry,” Hill choked out, knowing that if he didn’t apologize now, it would be too late.

　　“What did you say?” The man turned to look at him, his voice as deep and magnetic as ever, inexplicably reassuring.

　　“I like you.” This time, Hill spoke in Chinese, though his accent was strange, it completely stunned the man.

　　But the man quickly regained his composure. He didn’t answer Hill, but instead coldly stared at the burly man and the woman.

　　The burly man said lazily, “Hey, Japanese, let me have my way with this white man, and I’ll let you go.” Seemingly knowing the man wouldn’t understand, he said to Hill, “White pig, translate for him!”

　　Hill was furious. He suppressed his anger and said, “Don’t hurt us! I’ll give you money. This stalemate isn’t good for anyone. You’re not going to kill us both!”

　　The burly man grinned lewdly and said, “No, I just want to taste you.”

　　The man said coldly, “Release him, and I’ll be your hostage.”

　　But no one understood the man’s words, so the burly man asked Hill, “What is he saying?”

　　Hill said, “His father is the ambassador to the US. He said if you don’t release us, his father will haunt you even in death!”

　　The burly man was actually a little worried. Although this man was Asian, he was tall and strong, with a fierce aura. Perhaps his father was some powerful figure, and it wouldn’t be good if it escalated into an international dispute.

　　Hill retorted, “I’m an author, my books are bestsellers across America, my readers are all over the world. If I die, my readers won’t let you off the hook!”

　　Just as the four were locked in a stalemate, the sound of police sirens suddenly rang out in the distance. The burly man panicked and, enraged, tried to grab Hill.

　　The man kicked away the burly man who lunged at him, shielding Hill from behind so he could escape first.

　　Hill had only taken two steps when he saw the man turn back and engage the obese man in hand-to-hand combat.

　　The man’s punches were chaotic yet wild and ferocious, each blow landing squarely. The burly man couldn’t take two punches and howled, threatening to shoot him.

　　The man swiftly raised his gun, and with a bang, the bullet flew into the air, but blood gushed from the man’s ear. Unfazed, he snatched the gun and used the corner to smash the burly man’s face, knocking him to the ground. The man then delivered several more blows. The woman, her eyes bloodshot, pulled out a knife and lunged to stab the man.

　　Hill yelled and lunged at the woman, tackling her to the ground. The woman raised her hand to strike Hill, but just as the blade was about to pierce his eye, a large hand gripped the blade tightly. The woman pulled it away sharply, and with a sizzling sound, blood splattered all over Hill.

　　It was the man’s blood…

　　”No—you filthy bitch!” Hill cursed for the first time. He ripped off his gentlemanly mask and, like a madman, pounded the woman’s nose. The woman winced in pain and crouched down; Hill kicked her again, knocking her to the ground. At that moment, he had no concept of gender; his only thought was to kill this bitch who had hurt him.

　　As the woman rolled back to retaliate, the man struck her hard on the back of the neck, and she collapsed to the ground, her eyes rolling back.

　　Hill continued kicking her. The man, exasperated, grabbed him from behind and silenced his angry curses with a kiss.

　　So the two of them passionately kissed in the woods. Hill had initially struggled, but slowly, under the man’s powerful embrace, he became infatuated, clinging to him and even wrapping his legs around the man’s waist and neck like a slut. Their lips met, their tongues intertwined, their teeth clashing—they kissed like lovers separated by death.

　　The man kissed him as he carried him out of the woods.

　　Hill tried to say something, but it was quickly swallowed by their kiss.

　　The man patted his bottom to reassure him and then walked towards where the truck was parked.

　　Strangely, the police didn’t arrive, and they were the only two in the forest. Hill, his lips swollen from the kiss, asked curiously, “Where are the police?”

　　The man looked up at him, indicating he didn’t understand.

　　Hill muttered angrily, “Oh… okay, put me down. I must have stepped in dog poop to have this happen to me!”

　　The man still didn’t understand; he simply hugged Old Cream tightly and kissed his swollen, moist lips.

　　Hill blushed, a mixture of embarrassment and shyness on his face—positive emotions that surfaced fully after the crisis was over.

　　Hill knew he was smitten. From the moment his heart raced at the sight of the man, to his body going weak at the touch, and now this crisis had only intensified his feelings.

　　”That ‘I like you’ line was just something I said casually. I was practicing my Chinese,” Hill said, shrugging with feigned nonchalance.

　　Hearing the strangely accented “I like you,” the man’s lips curved into a smile, his handsome face softening with an unprecedented gentleness.

　　Hill, increasingly embarrassed, explained, “It was just practicing…practice, you know! Oh, okay…I know you don’t understand…”

　　As he spoke, Hill suddenly remembered his hand and frantically looked at his wound.

　　The man had been clenching his fist, enduring the pain, but as Hill slowly unfurled it, blood gushed from the gruesome wound. Hill panicked; having received first-aid training, he tore off a piece of his shirt to bandage the man, cursing the filthy fat pig and the vicious bitch as he did so.

　　The man looked down at him, at his trembling, tearful eyelashes, and his heart stirred with each glance. He couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss him.

　　Hill whimpered under the kiss, but his hands continued to busy themselves bandaging the man’s wound.

　　Once the bandage was finished, Hill carefully took the man’s large hand and reverently kissed the blood-soaked white cloth.

　　The man looked at him tenderly, his dark eyes revealing an unprecedented intensity of emotion.

　　Now, in the filthy, gasoline-smelling truck, Hill hungrily pulled down his underwear, straddling the man like a bitch in heat, swaying his pale hips as he kissed his handsome, wild hero.

　　”Oh…kiss me…keep kissing me…” Hill murmured in a daze, his tongue darting out, letting the man devour and lick him like a wild beast.

　　The man caressed his slender, fair waist, tilting his head back to kiss the sweet lips of this American cream. The two kissed passionately and sweetly, as if they could never get enough of kissing.

　　While kissing, Hill unzipped the man’s jeans. Feeling the firm, large member, he trembled with excitement, cupping the egg-sized glans in his palm and stroking it back and forth.

　　”So big…” Hill moaned lasciviously, his beautiful blue eyes filled with desire and tenderness.

　　The man thrust his hips, rubbing and kneading in Hill’s palm. While fucking Hill’s soft hand, he unbuttoned his shirt, kneading his erect, adorable nipples.

　　Hill’s chest flushed red from the touch, his tender nipples hardening and engorged. He leaned forward, seemingly wanting to be suckled by the Asian hunk.

　　The man looked up at him, and Hill blushed shyly, saying, “Suck me…you filthy scoundrel…”

　　The man didn’t understand his words, but he understood the meaning of American Cream. He chuckled, leaned closer to his pert nipple, and bit down on the soft flesh.

　　”Oh~you naughty thing…suck harder…ah…suck me…” Hill clung to the man’s head like a slut, his hands continuing to stroke his large penis, his small nipples being erotically nibbled by the man.

　　The man’s sharp teeth bit into his areola, pulling it back and forth forcefully. Hill was both in pain and itchy from the play, his entire chest flushed red. His other nipple was also being pinched by his fingers, the rough fingertips rubbing against his delicate nipple, making it red and swollen, as sweet and tempting as a large cherry.

　　”Ugh…it hurts…it’s so uncomfortable…” Hill writhed in pain and itchiness. The man released his nipple with a kiss, tilting his head back to continue kissing his sweet lips.

　　Hill whimpered and shook his head, letting the man’s large tongue ravage his mouth. The man kissed him while holding his large buttocks tightly, thrusting his hips forward, his erect penis plunging into his cleft, then rubbing against his perineum intermittently.

　　Hill’s wet, open vagina exuded a sticky, seductive scent, tempting a male animal. He held the man, kissing his resolute profile a few times, then whispering lewd words, “Fuck me…fuck me hard…today I belong completely to you…my big-cocked beast…”

　　The veins on the man’s forehead bulged slightly as he listened. He panted heavily, holding Hill tightly, embracing this seductive bitch, aiming his large glans at his incredibly wet cunt, and thrusting hard. His thirty-centimeter-long, thick, arm-like penis, with bulging veins, plunged halfway in with a “plop.” As the large glans powerfully penetrated, Hill screamed and tensed his body, as if savoring the sweet pleasure bestowed by the thick penis.

　　”Ah…so big…” The beautiful Hill raised his fair neck, writhing his waist in unbearable ecstasy. The man held his buttocks, his massive member thrusting into Hill’s wet, throbbing hole like a pile driver.

　　Hill’s plump buttocks slapped against the huge cock, his tight hole stretched wide open, the ever-opening cavity wantonly enveloping the glans, sucking on the enormous member like a cervix.

　　Seeing Hill’s unprecedentedly wanton and lewd state, the man’s movements became less gentle. He withdrew his large hands from Hill’s buttocks, instead gripping his wide-open legs, then concentrated all his strength in his lower body, beginning to thrust violently as if dealing with an enemy. This fucking was fierce and wild, each thrust penetrating deep, each stroke a brutal attack that drove Hill wildly, crying out repeatedly.

　　The man couldn’t tell if he was in pain or pleasure, he just kept thrusting relentlessly. His handsome face was taut, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat dripping like rain onto Hill’s pale chest. Even as Hill cried and begged for mercy, his fair face streaked with tears, the man wouldn’t let him go. He thrust even more roughly, determined to completely conquer this seductive and wanton sweet cream.

　　As the man relentlessly and fiercely fucked him, the tender flesh at Hill’s entrance had already relaxed, yet it still gripped and squeezed the glans. Hill’s cunt was dripping with lustful fluid, his inner canal convulsing violently. His mouth was open, tears welling up, his crimson lips pressed tightly against the man’s resolute jaw.

　　The man was completely captivated by the lewd American Cream. He channeled all his strength into his glans, then thrust his powerful hips forward, his hot, rock-hard penis slamming straight into the deepest part of Hill’s cunt. Hill cried out in pain from the series of deep thrusts, writhing like a fish out of water, his wet, disheveled hair flying everywhere, his beautiful blue eyes staring blankly at the man.

　　The man seemed to be stimulated by his gaze, and began to thrust wildly and forcefully. The two of them collided with unprecedentedly loud thuds. Under the man’s powerful, pile-hammer-like impact, Hill finally couldn’t help but cry out in pain. The cry was sharper and more lewd than ever before. As the sound abruptly ended, Hill lowered his head and frantically bit the man’s shoulder, his nails digging deep into his strong back muscles.

　　Hill was brought to orgasm again by the huge cock, convulsing and crying out, but the man ignored his throbbing pain, continuing to thrust forcefully and brutally. As he fucked him, the man murmured in a hoarse voice, “You’re so tight, my creamy… my slutty wife… baby… tighten your cunt… I’m going to fill your womb…”

　　”Ahhhhh…” Hill screamed hysterically, obediently tightening his cunt. The man’s back muscles tensed from his grip, and he seemed unable to hold back any longer, letting out a low growl. His cock thrust a few more times, gushing out a continuous stream of hot semen from the large glans. The man’s ejaculation was like a water gun, spraying Hill with uncontrollable spasms. He trembled like a pregnant bitch, crying and cursing the man while biting his shoulder, enduring the intense, soul-stirring orgasm.

　　After a long while, Hill’s lower abdomen was slightly swollen, before the man finally ejaculated the last spurt of semen. After his orgasm, Hill sobbed and collapsed, clinging to the man like a lump of mud. The man hugged Hill tightly, kissing his sweaty temples tenderly. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, “I like you.”

　　Hill trembled, closing his eyes shyly, pretending not to understand.

　　The man didn’t repeat himself, but kissed him passionately, making the soft, white flesh moan softly. Then he rolled over and pressed him down in the passenger seat, shoving his large penis into his gushing, wet hole once more.