I was instantly at a loss. Mom was in room 4238, but what about Aunt Wen? Was she in there too?
Why hadn't Mom answered my call?
I knew the reasons Mom wouldn't pick up were either that she was busy or that she didn't know I was calling. Given the current situation, it was definitely the latter.
Mom… had she passed out from drinking?
Just as I was frantic, pacing like an ant on a hot pan, Sam rushed out of the elevator, followed by the manager. But this time, the manager trailing behind Sam showed no intention of stopping him.
"Zihan, Mom is in that room! I saw it on the surveillance! FUCK! Baldy, open the damn door! Open it!"
Right in front of the manager, Sam kicked the door of room 4238 with all his might.
"Bang… bang… bang… thud…"
One kick… two kicks… three kicks. Sam seemed furious. With just three kicks, the door actually burst open, and Sam charged inside.
Throughout this, the manager didn't get angry or try to stop him. Instead, he watched Sam kick the door with a look of respect? I was a bit confused, but finding Mom was urgent, so I pushed the thought aside in an instant.
Inside room 4238, a warm-toned desk lamp was on. Mom was lying flat on the bed with her eyes closed. As I approached, I saw that Aunt Wen, Li Xiaojun's mother, was also sound asleep beside Mom. They both looked like they had drunk quite a bit, their faces flushed and even slightly glistening with sweat.
I glanced at Mom's slender legs, clad in black stockings. Her black bodycon skirt clung tightly to her hips and thighs, and a white short-sleeved shirt covered her full breasts. The buttons of the shirt were fastened, but the top two were undone, faintly revealing her flesh-toned bra. Between the cups of the bra, the soft, pale swell of her breasts peeked out, and a delicate cleavage was clearly visible. This made me tense up instantly. Mom's stunning face was now glistening with sweat, especially her collagen-rich cheeks, which were pale yet flushed. Her long hair was disheveled, and her crimson lips were slightly parted. Seeing Mom like this gave off an unexpectedly alluring vibe.
Looking at Aunt Wen beside her, she was lying face down on the blanket. Under her white bodycon skirt, she wasn't wearing stockings. Her pink short-sleeved shirt was slightly askew, revealing the soft curve of her breasts. Her noticeably full, round buttocks were facing us. I thought to myself, no wonder Li Xiaojun had such a big butt—it must be genetic, inherited from her mother.
Just as we were watching Mom, the bathroom door opened, and the middle-aged bald man walked out, giving us a slight smile.
"You must be Manager Lin's son, right? I wasn't sure earlier, sorry. I was going to tell you that your mom was drunk and sleeping upstairs. I brought them up—no ill intentions!"
The middle-aged man explained awkwardly, but Sam wasn't having it. He walked up to him and threw a punch.
"Ah…"
"FUCK! No ill intentions? Then why were you touching my mom's ass? Did you think I didn't see? I saw what you were doing to them on the surveillance footage, FUCK!"
The middle-aged bald man was punched squarely in the face by Sam, staggering back several steps before leaning against the wall to steady himself.
"You scumbag! You're a disgrace to the Chinese people! You actually wanted a threesome! Do you think I don't know what you were thinking!? Ah! Damn it!"
Then, Sam charged forward and started hitting the man again, grabbing the bald man's sparse hair with one hand while clenching the other into a dark fist, delivering another punch to the man who was covering his face and groaning in pain.
"Ah! Help! Damn you, you fucking black bastard! Manager! Manager! Help me, damn it!" The middle-aged bald man desperately tried to dodge Sam's blows.
"I..." The manager seemed to want to say something but didn't dare.
"Damn it! I'll teach you a lesson today. Do you think you can touch a woman like this? She's my mom! FUCK!"
"Ah! I'm calling the police! Manager, call the police, damn it! Ah... stop hitting me, it hurts so much, damn it!!..." The middle-aged man screamed in agony.
"Um, Mr. Sam, let's stop here. In China, hitting people isn't allowed. There's no need to get into unnecessary trouble!"
Surprisingly, the manager was respectfully trying to persuade Sam, leaving me completely stunned.
"FUCK! You bald bastard! Remember this—if you ever bully my mom again, I'll kill you! You old bastard!!"
Sam let go of the few tufts of hair on the bald man's head and kicked him hard in the thigh.
"Ah... damn it... I'm calling the police! Ah... ah... it hurts so much... ah..." The bald man lay on the ground, groaning. He didn't look young, and Sam had beaten him pretty badly.
"Mr. Sam, if you're done here, I'll call security to carry him downstairs!" The manager didn't seem to care much about the mom's colleague but still showed Sam great respect.
"Get him out of here! If I see him again, I'll hit him even more!" Sam was furious. It was the first time I'd seen him so angry. He gave the middle-aged man lying on the ground another kick.
"Ah... I... I... ah... damn it! Ah... ah... ah..." The bald man could only moan weakly and painfully on the ground.
After security carried the man away, Sam said something to the manager outside the door. The manager nodded repeatedly before Sam finally walked back into the room.
"Zihan, it's a good thing you noticed early. Otherwise, Mom would've been in danger!"
Sam came over and patted me on the shoulder.
To be honest, I actually admired Sam a little now—for his composure and for teaching that guy a lesson. I wouldn't have dared...
"Let's check on Mom!"
I walked to the bedside and looked at Mom, who appeared to be fast asleep. Her face was now glowing with a rosy pink color. I touched her cheek—it was burning hot.
"Is Mom running a fever? She's so hot." I grew anxious again.
"Let me see!" Sam walked over, touched Mom's face and forehead, then felt her fair, slender neck and fingers.
"It's okay, Zihan. Mom doesn't have a fever. She's just overheated from drinking too much. Oh, check on Class Monitor's mom!"
Sam walked to the other side of the bed, lifted Class Monitor's mom's entire body, and turned her over. To my surprise, Class Monitor's mom clung tightly to Sam with all four limbs, as if he were a lifeline, like a sloth clinging to a tree trunk.
"Um... should we tell Class Monitor to come pick up her mom?"
Sam looked a bit troubled.
"Hmm, let her know. It might be better if her dad comes to pick her up, otherwise it might not be appropriate..." I said.
After saying that, I called Li Xiaojun. After explaining the situation to her, she said she would arrive at Zhonghai International Hotel soon.
Looking at the class monitor's mother, whose figure was no less impressive than my mom's—curvy and well-proportioned—her beautiful appearance was only slightly less stunning than my mom's breathtakingly gorgeous face. From my experience of seeing countless women on Douyin, she was still exceptionally beautiful among women. Li Xiaojun had perfectly inherited all of her mother's best qualities.
Looking at the two mature bodies, the beautiful woman was lying on the bed, heavily intoxicated and unconscious. I felt an indescribable emotion stirring inside me. Was it because my mom and Aunt Wen were too beautiful?
Or was it because Aunt Wen's voluptuous body was tightly clinging to Sam as they lay on the bed?
Sam looked at me helplessly, so I had no choice but to close the door and sit on the sofa in the room, waiting for Li Xiaojun to arrive.
Just as I was thinking about what had just happened, I heard the sound of lips and tongues intertwining—"smack, smack, smack"—as if someone were kissing. It seemed to be coming from Sam's direction.
I glanced curiously toward Sam and realized that Aunt Wen, in her drunken state, had lost her composure. She was actually kissing Sam on the lips, her body swaying against his. Her two thighs, encased in a tight white bodycon skirt, were tightly wrapped around Sam's waist, and the skirt was pressed firmly against his lower body.
"Smack, smack, smack..." The sound of kissing continued. I understood Sam's helplessness in this situation and decided to pretend I hadn't seen anything. I headed to the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face and calm down.
After a while, Li Xiaojun sent me a WeChat message saying she had arrived downstairs at the hotel and asked me to come pick her up. I had no choice but to return to the bedside and speak to Sam.
Just as I was about to talk to Sam, I noticed that Aunt Wen's bodycon skirt had somehow ridden up, revealing her white underwear. Moreover, her hips were swaying rhythmically, rubbing against Sam's lower body...
Wow! Aunt Wen, really? That's your daughter's classmate! But considering she was drunk, I couldn't say much. Besides, who knows—maybe Aunt Wen will become my mother-in-law someday.
"Sam, the class monitor is here. I'm going down to pick her up. You..." I glanced at Aunt Wen, who was still clinging tightly to Sam.
"Go ahead. I'll try to free myself slowly," Sam said with a helpless smile.
"Alright." I looked at my mom, who was nearby. Under her stunningly beautiful face, her complexion remained rosy and utterly captivating. Sam probably wouldn't do anything to her, especially with Aunt Wen still clinging to him.
I glanced around the suggestive atmosphere of the room and walked out.
When I reached the first floor, I saw Li Xiaojun standing gracefully in the lobby, wearing a pink miniskirt paired with a white puff-sleeved low-cut top and white casual shoes. I was instantly struck by her beauty. Like mother, like daughter—both were exceptionally gorgeous.
"Zihan, how did my mom end up sleeping with your mom? Hehehe..."
In the elevator, Li Xiaojun burst into laughter, completely unladylike.
"Sam said they were arranging our engagement!" I chuckled.
"You're so annoying... Are they drunk?" Li Xiaojun blushed instantly.
"Yeah, completely passed out!" I replied with an awkward smile.
"Alright, my dad is also away on a business trip, so I'll be home alone tonight. How about we all just stay at the hotel tonight? Hehehe, I definitely can't carry my mom back home!" Li Xiaojun looked at me with an adorable expression.
"Um... okay..." I thought about it for a moment. It didn't seem like a bad idea—we could just book another room.
But wait, we're underage—can we even book a room?!
When we reached room 4238, Sam opened the door for us, and Li Xiaojun went inside to check on our moms.
It turned out Aunt Wen had already been settled into bed by Sam and wasn't clinging to him anymore.
"Sam, the class monitor said her dad is away on a business trip. How about we just stay at the hotel tonight? What do you think?"
I asked Sam.
"Sure, my mom and the others are already asleep. I'll go book another room. You guys rest for a bit."
Sam looked at me and headed downstairs.
I was about to mention that we're under 18 and can't book a room, but Sam hurried downstairs before I could say anything. It seemed like he must have a way to handle it.
"Zihan, the moms are so cute, don't you think?" I gave an awkward smile. Sure, they're cute, but I didn't tell you how they were almost harassed by that bald middle-aged man.
"Hehe, yeah," I replied.
"Zihan, tonight I'll sleep with the moms and take care of them!" Li Xiaojun looked at me obediently.
"Alright, Sam and I will sleep in the room next door later." I gently patted Li Xiaojun's cheek.
"Stop it... someone might see!" Li Xiaojun playfully slapped my hand and looked at me shyly.
"Hehe." After joking around with Li Xiaojun for a bit, Sam returned to the room.
"Here's the key card for the room next door. We can rest there later, Zihan."
Sam looked at me with his honest smile.
Sam actually managed to get a hotel room key—impressive!
When we first arrived at the hotel, the manager wouldn't even let Sam come upstairs.
"Alright then, gentlemen, you can leave now. The ladies need to sleep!"
Li Xiaojun sat on the edge of the bed, her hands resting on either side, one fair leg crossed over the other. She gave us a seductive look, and for some reason, my heart skipped a beat.
"We'll be right next door. If anything happens, just let me know."
Sam smiled warmly at Li Xiaojun.
"Okay, I know. You two go rest."
Li Xiaojun crossed her legs, her fair, jade-like thighs faintly visible.
"Let's go, Zihan. We'll sleep now and head home once the moms wake up tomorrow." Sam smiled at me and slung an arm over my shoulder.
"Alright. Xiaojun, if the moms throw up and you need help, just let us know." I glanced back at Li Xiaojun.
"Got it. Go rest."
Li Xiaojun's lips curled into a slight smile as she gave me another seductive look.
Li Xiaojun had this somewhat provocative aura—her modest yet perky C-cup breasts proudly on display, especially those long, fair legs. Between her thighs, a hint of white fabric peeked through, revealing a tantalizing dark abyss.
"Sam, how did you manage to book the room?"
Back in the neighboring room, I lay down on the bed, feeling a bit tired.
"Hehe, I just paid for it. No big deal!"
Sam chuckled warmly and sat on the sofa.
"Zihan, you rest. I'll sleep a bit later. If the class monitor needs anything, I'll go help."
Sam looked at me earnestly. I thought to myself, Sam must truly regret what he did to Mom and is now trying to make up for it.
"Alright, I am quite tired tonight. I'll sleep for a while. Wake me up if you get sleepy."
I said, so that I could get up when Sam was tired, and if Li Xiaojun and the moms in the next room needed help, someone would be there.
"Mhm, go to sleep." Sam picked up his phone, focusing intently on the screen.
After worrying all night, lying in bed, I felt sleepiness growing heavier and heavier. Before long, I sank into an endless, heavy abyss.
When I woke up, it was still pitch dark all around. I checked my phone—2 a.m.
I turned over and looked at the bed beside me, but Sam was nowhere to be seen.
Did Sam go to the next room? I frowned, feeling an inexplicable tightness in my chest, unsure what I was worried about.
I sent Sam a WeChat message.
"Sam, where did you go?"
About two minutes later.
"Zihan, I'm in the next room. Mom just threw up, and Xiaojun came to get me. I saw you were fast asleep, so I didn't wake you," Sam replied.
"Mom threw up? I'm coming over now!"
"It's fine, Zihan. You should rest. Mom is already asleep. If you come now, you might wake her."
"Alright, then aren't you coming back to rest?"
"I'll come back in a little while. It's fine, you rest well," Sam replied.
"Okay."
Sam must be exhausted. I actually felt a bit guilty.
But now that I was awake, I couldn't fall back asleep. I had no choice but to open my phone and see if there was anything interesting. What really concerned me, though, was my online interaction with Frank.
I opened that website and saw a few more private messages. I felt a small flicker of anticipation.
When I clicked on them, I found that Frank had sent me another private message, timestamped at 4 p.m. Beijing time, which was yesterday afternoon. I clicked on that message.
"Big bro, the teacher responded to me, but she said she won't let me touch her body anymore. So these past few days, I've been trying to wear her down, but she's still very wary of me. However, I feel like my balls are full of cum, and I just have to release it. So I found a French hen and poured all my cum into her, filling her little hole to the brim, hehe. Big bro, I've also become a video blogger. Yeah, I've decided to share my fucking experiences and videos on my homepage from now on. Here's the link to my original video. Big bro, click on it and give me some likes, hehe. Thanks, big bro."
Frank actually became a video blogger? I was a bit surprised. According to him, wouldn't I be able to browse his exciting videos from now on?
Filled with anticipation, I clicked on the link he gave me and entered his video homepage.
What I didn't expect was that the background image on Frank's homepage was actually a faceless Black man, with dark, muscular skin. In his large, dark hand, he held a chain—more accurately, a dog leash. That leash was fastened around the neck of a white woman. Her skin was extremely pale, but she wore a black mask on her face, revealing only a pair of charming, large eyes and bright red lips. And those lips were wrapped around a Black man's enormous penis. Even with the mask on, I could sense that this white woman seemed to be enjoying it.
Upon opening Frank's homepage, I discovered that he had actually uploaded a great many videos, appearing to be quite the seasoned player in video production.
With great interest, I scrolled to the very bottom of his videos. Each one had a title, and just reading those titles was enough to get my blood boiling and my cock hard.
"First creation, everyone please give your support! I'll keep recording videos of me fucking all kinds of pussy. Those with money, support with money; those without, support with your presence!"
"Fucked a fellow black girl. Who says we black folks don't have beauties! You decide if she's beautiful or not!"
Then, out of curiosity, I clicked on the very bottom video. Fucking a black girl? I wanted to see.
"Schlick... schlick... schlick..." As soon as I opened the video, I saw two dark-skinned bodies intertwined. The camera was focused on their lower halves, where a thick, long black penis, as big as a forearm, was deeply plowing into the pussy of a black woman.
"...Ah... ah... ah... mmm... ah..." The black woman was speaking her local language, but her moans were incredibly alluring. It turns out women all over the world make the same sounds when they're being fucked.
"...Schlick... schlick... squelch... squelch... squelch... oh FUCK! **..." The man was saying something too, but I couldn't understand what it meant either.
"Ah... ah... ha... ah... ah... mmm... ah..."
"...Schlick... schlick... plop... plop... squelch... squelch... squelch..."
In the video, I saw that big black penis buried to the hilt inside the woman's pussy.
"Schlick... plop... squelch... ah... mmm... squelch... schlick... squelch... squelch... squelch..."
Then, the big black penis pulled out of the woman's pussy. Because it was so thick, it pulled out some of the vaginal flesh, which wrapped around the penis in a vibrant, pinkish-red, tender meat.
So black women's genitals are pretty similar to the women in our country, except the outer labia are black, while the flesh inside the pussy is also a tender pink color.
"...Plop... plop... schlick... schlick... mmm~ ah~" That penis seemed to have reached its limit, thrusting upward with all its might. Their position was woman on top, man on bottom, but the camera remained fixed on their mating area.
"...Slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap..."
"Schlick... schlick... plop... plop..."
"Ah... ah... ah... mmm... ah... ah... ***... mmm... ah... ah..."
"...Slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap... slap..."
The woman also tightened her waist, her full buttocks descending precisely to swallow the penis into her pussy.
"...Slap... slap... slap... schlick... squelch... squelch... squelch..."
In the midst of their intense intertwining, the man's semen flowed out from the woman's dark buttocks. The thick, white semen was strikingly visible against her shiny black skin.
The big black penis was actually ejaculating inside the black pussy. The woman seemed unsatisfied, lifting her hips and grinding vigorously against the already ejaculating penis, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of semen into her pussy.
The video camera shook slightly, and two enormous black breasts appeared on screen. The camera panned upward, revealing a beautiful brown-black face. Yes, it was the first time I had seen such a pretty black face—arched willow-like eyebrows, a high, straight nose, big eyes, and a small mouth that was surprisingly moist and red. Especially those big eyes, so beautiful, filled with tender affection, silent yet full of spirit.
A black woman, and yet so beautiful—it completely overturned my perception of black people. If there are black women as beautiful as her, I would even be willing to marry one. I couldn't help but feel such a thought stirring within me.
The following video showed the same large penis penetrating the black woman several more times. There were scenes of it entering from behind her dark, glossy buttocks, from the side, and from the front. Without exception, the semen was ejaculated into the woman's vagina. I couldn't help but think that the black woman's belly must have been filled with the man's semen by now.
"Brothers! Let's switch things up a bit. This time, I had a white woman. To be honest, screwing a white woman is just too damn good!"
Filled with curiosity, I clicked on Frank's next video. A white woman? Could this be the "French hen" Frank had mentioned earlier?
It seemed Frank was quite experienced, no wonder he dared to threaten the female teacher and even had his way with her.
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