Famous host Qing played me

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The famous host Qing has kept
this story about me in my heart for a long time. I originally intended to treat it like an old grievance at the bottom of a box, something to be forgotten. But these days I often think, why should I hold on for her? Who is she? What am I to her? I still remember her, but she certainly doesn't know who I am; since she's seen countless people, she certainly doesn't know about that little bit that happened between us.
Respect is the basic principle between people, and besides, no one wants to suffer moral condemnation, let alone legal punishment for infringement. So, please forgive me, I won't reveal specific names, times, or addresses. These things, besides satisfying your curiosity, are meaningless to you.
Another reason I don't want to say it is that you wouldn't believe me even if I did. You'd say, "You're just bragging, bragging doesn't cost anything." There's nothing inherently wrong in the world; it's just that fools create trouble for themselves. Why should I go looking for trouble?
Perhaps you'll say, how could such a good thing happen to you? How could you be so lucky? Who knows? Look at every lottery draw, there are winners of five million, ten million, even a hundred million. Why is it Zhang San who wins? Instead of Zhao Si, Ren Wu, and Xu Liu, who can say for sure?
On March 8, 1976, a meteorite shower of unprecedented magnitude fell at the border of Jilin City and Yongji County in Jilin Province, Northeast China. The meteorites fell over an area of more than 500 square kilometers, and more than 3,000 meteorites were collected
. This meteorite shower was unprecedented in its scope and quantity. It was a miracle, a stroke of luck, and a misfortune. It was lucky that so many stones fell over such a large area without hitting a single person; it was unlucky that so many stones fell over such a large area without hitting a single lucky person.
So, life is unpredictable and everything is uncertain. It's not surprising that someone had good luck or bad luck.
I'm telling you this story; believe it or not, that's your right. Laugh or scold as you please, I'm doing what I believe. One morning that year, I was driving several experts from the Agricultural Science and Technology Commission to Town C to inspect a new project on tomato yield enhancement technology. Secretary Li from the Municipal Government Office called, instructing me to deliver the experts to Town C and return immediately without lingering. Vice Mayor Hao is personally presiding over a meeting, and Director Wang from the Municipal Government Office specifically requested my attendance. The meeting is at 10:30 AM; don't be late. The content of the meeting will be revealed later.
I'm a bit confused that Vice Mayor Hao personally presides over a meeting and Director Wang specifically requested my attendance. I can't fathom why someone like me, a
nobody, would be called upon. I haven't accomplished much; I just run errands and do odd jobs. I'm not exactly a secretary, not exactly a clerk, but whenever a leader needs me, they'll send me around, and I've never complained, always handling everything efficiently. Haha, could it be a promotion to deputy director of the Municipal Government Office? Pah! Shameless! To even dream of such a good thing. Or perhaps some leader sees my speed and efficiency and wants me as a personal assistant? But there's no need to call me into this meeting. I thought and thought, but the more I thought about it, the more confused I became. So
I decided to stop thinking about it and figure everything out when the time came. After arriving in Town C, I found the town leaders, settled the experts from the Agricultural Science and Technology Committee, and then
declined their offer to stay. I rushed back to the city. At 10:15 AM, I arrived at the Municipal Party Committee meeting room ahead of schedule. The office staff and attendants had already prepared the meeting room; plenty of fruit and bottled water were laid out, and the sound system was working properly. The attendees gradually arrived, including leaders and relevant personnel from over ten units such as the Municipal Party Committee Office, the Municipal Party Committee Propaganda Department, the Municipal Federation of Trade Unions, the Municipal Women's Federation, the Municipal Youth League Committee, the Municipal Transportation Bureau, the Municipal Health Bureau, the Municipal Public Security Bureau, the Municipal Fire Bureau, the Armed Police Corps, the Municipal Television Station, the Municipal Newspaper, and the Municipal Radio Station.
The meeting was chaired by Executive Vice Mayor and Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, Vice Mayor Hao. Mayor Gou, Secretary Zhu, and Vice Mayor Feng were also sitting on the stage.
"What kind of meeting is this?" Who knows? All the main leaders are here; it seems like something important is going on. Whispers and private discussions
abounded among the crowd. Some key figures certainly knew the meeting's content, but having navigated the bureaucracy for so many years, they wouldn't dare reveal it. Leaking the meeting's contents a minute beforehand was a matter of political savvy. As the whispers continued, the electronic screen displayed the following message: "Mobilization Meeting for the Preparations of the CCTV XXXXXX Program Team's Performance in Our City!
" At 10:30 AM, the meeting officially began. Vice Mayor Hao started speaking, "Comrades, I have been entrusted by Secretary Zhu of the Municipal Party Committee and Mayor Gou to preside over this meeting. The main topic of our meeting is the mobilization for the preparations of the CCTV XXXXXX program team's performance in our city. This performance will be broadcast live on CCTV, reaching the entire nation. It is an important window for promoting and marketing our city, and a great opportunity to implement our city's 'going out and bringing in' strategy. The Municipal Party Committee and the Municipal Government attach great importance to this and have requested that we…"
and so on. Vice Mayor Hao outlined many specific arrangements. Everything from publicity, art, equipment, reception, security, protection, hygiene, organization, catering, and transportation was meticulously arranged. It turned out that leaders from relevant municipal departments had already held a small meeting and made arrangements; today was simply a full mobilization.
The municipal party committee office had established a reception team, and Director Wang, seeing my usual diligence, poise, and good appearance, and not being a disgrace to the city, personally appointed me
as the team leader. My main task was to drive the municipal party committee's official car to provide reception services specifically for the famous host, Qing (pseudonym). (Here's some background: she's older than me, so I'll call her Sister Qing.)
Director Wang asked me to buy a mobile phone and get a temporary SIM card for Sister Qing to use temporarily. Of course, I took the opportunity to buy two cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes, one for Director Wang and one for myself.
I overheard people chatting that Sister Qing was almost forty but still single, truly a pampered young lady. I had to be extra careful serving her this time; any mistakes would be unacceptable to the Municipal Party Committee
. To keep things brief, each department followed the Municipal Party Committee's plan and division of labor, proceeding step by step, and all tasks were carried out in an orderly manner, with progress completed smoothly according to plan. Our reception team also had a detailed assignment of who would lead which car and who would receive whom, and we even rehearsed the process to ensure a successful reception. Everything was ready.
On the morning of July, the CCTV program team finally arrived. All the cast and crew, along with the program director, head, host, cameraman, makeup artist, lighting technician, pyrotechnician, etc., arrived at the train station by high-speed train.
Our reception team dispatched two luxury buses and five sedans to pick them up at the train station. Of course, there was a police escort and traffic control along the way—quite a grand affair!
Led by Director Yang of the Municipal Television Station, she and I went directly into the station to wait. With a long whistle from the station attendant and a wave of the red flag, the bullet train pulled into the station. Carriage number six stopped precisely at our waiting area.
The doors opened, and the train attendant disembarked. Two more people followed, then the host
, Qing. She was pulling a rolling suitcase in one hand and carrying a small handbag in the other. Director Yang and I immediately went to greet her. "Hello, Host X, I'm Director Yang from C City TV Station. This is Xiao E, specially assigned by the city government to assist you," Director Yang introduced himself.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you! You've worked so hard," Host X politely greeted them. It was probably them who
had worked so hard. I, being adept at social interaction, also stepped forward. "Hello, Sister Qing. Here, let me help you with your suitcase." The address "Sister Qing" immediately bridged the gap between us.
"Thank you! Such a handsome guy helping me with my suitcase, I'm so lucky!" Sister Qing smiled warmly at me. Clearly, she was quite satisfied with me, her temporary attendant.
Sister Qing was probably over 1.7 meters tall; my initial impression was, wow, she's really tall! She had a well-proportioned figure, wearing a white shirt with blue flowers, tucked into light blue jeans without a belt. The jeans were tight, revealing the defined contours of her legs, buttocks, and genitals, making her look very sexy and alluring.
I was a man of few words, my demeanor impeccable, neither servile nor arrogant. Pulling my suitcase, I followed behind Director Yang and Sister Qing. After leaving the station and reaching the car, I opened the trunk and put Sister Qing's large suitcase inside. Then I opened the back door for her, followed by the front door for Director Yang.
Our convoy, escorted by police cars, made its way smoothly to the Furong Hotel. This hotel was owned by Secretary Zhu's brother-in-law, so naturally, such an important money-making event for the city would be held there. I took Sister Qing's suitcase and escorted her directly to her room on the seventeenth floor. Fruit was already laid out in the room. I gave her my temporary cell phone, told her the number, and informed her that a waiter would call her for lunch.
At noon, city leaders hosted a welcome banquet for the entire production team at the Furong Hotel. After lunch, the production team took a break.
In the afternoon, all the actors, dancers, directors, hosts, and cameramen held their final rehearsal at the city television station, which went smoothly. Then, everyone drove to the performance venue in the riverside park to familiarize themselves with the environment and make final preparations for the evening's performance. For these actors who frequently perform, these procedures were just a formality. Although it was called a "consolation performance," they were really just earning performance fees and red envelopes (bribes).
At 7 PM sharp, on the brightly lit stage in the riverside park, the CCTV XXX program officially began its performance in our city.
There was no opportunity for the leaders to speak; in a CCTV setting, city-level officials are just petty officials, nobody takes them seriously.
It was Sister Qing and a co-host from the local TV station who gave the opening remarks. As expected of a famous host from a famous station, their hosting was incredibly smooth and efficient. The transitions between programs, the connections, and the guest appearances were extremely tight, with not a single dull moment.
The performance itself was rather lackluster, with only a handful of stars. For a show like this, it would be good if more than ten stars came. Ren Jing and her husband Fu Disheng came, Yang Hongji came, and several big names from Zhao Benshan's troupe also came to lend their support. The entire performance was a grand affair, filled with the sounds of gongs and drums and thunderous applause. Overall, while not spectacular, it was undoubtedly a success, and that was enough. Success meant that the organization and publicity had been well-executed, resulting in a happy ending for everyone.
After the performance, the city government hosted a late-night dinner for all the performers and staff. At the dinner, the actors and dancers, still in their makeup, were all radiant, their beautiful legs, stockings, low-cut tops, and smooth skin providing a feast for the eyes of the men and women
. Of course, people frequently raised their glasses to congratulate each other on the success or to express their gratitude. Sister Qing turned to our staff's table and beckoned me to join her. I went to her table and raised my glass to congratulate her on her successful hosting. Director Hu, sitting next to her, asked, "Qing, who's that handsome guy?"
Qing replied, "He's my temporary orderly, what do you think?" There seemed to be a hint of smugness in her eyes as she said this.
"Oh, Qing, you're so lucky! You should probably 'shoot him'!" Director Hu, this middle-aged woman, spoke with a mysterious tone. Later, I learned that Director Hu's "shoot him" meant to knock him out
. After the banquet, I drove Qing back to her hotel as usual. After parking, Qing asked me to help her carry her large bag containing her performance costume to her room.
Qing opened the door, let me go in first, and then closed the door. It seemed she didn't intend to kick me out immediately; otherwise, she would have taken the bag in herself at the door or left the door open for me. Before I could even figure out what she meant, she said,
"Sit down, little brother, have some fruit." Sister Qing warmly invited me.
"No, I just finished eating, there's nowhere to put it." The banquet food was so good, how could I possibly eat anything more?
"Then have some drinks, I need to go to the restroom." Saying this, she kicked off her shoes, changed into slippers, still wearing the cheongsam she wore while hosting the show, and went straight to the restroom.
I originally wanted to leave my bag in her room, say hello, and leave. But since she went to the restroom and no one was in the room, I couldn't just leave quietly.
I thought Sister Qing must have drunk too much at the banquet and needed to pee, that's why she was in such a hurry to go to the restroom.
I sat on the sofa, drinking... I took a few sips of Coke. I heard the flushing sound; Sister Qing should be out by now. But she didn't. It's understandable that women have trouble using the restroom
. Then I heard rustling sounds again, like she was changing clothes. Maybe. The bathroom is next to the dressing room, and there's a corridor there that I can't see. She can't go back to her room still wearing her performance costume, can she? But she's in such a hurry to change; she could change after I leave.
"Splash! Splash! Splash!" The sound of the shower water came from the bathroom again. Damn, she's really in the mood. There's a guy sitting in the room, and she's taking a shower there.
To be honest, even at that moment, I wasn't tempted by her at all. Although I knew she was washing herself in the bathroom, I didn't have any improper thoughts about her. Firstly, I didn't expect this to be possible. Secondly, I have absolutely no interest in women in the art world; in fact, I have a rather extreme aversion to them. These movie stars, singers, dancers, famous hosts, etc., were nothing more than lowly people like actors, courtesans, and dancers who sang and performed in restaurants or on the streets. Look at them now, they've turned society into a complete mess, and some shallow people still worship them to the point of worship
! The peasants who have turned their lives around are more ruthless than landlords; the prostitutes who have "reformed" are more vicious than brothel owners!
*Squeak*, the bathroom door creaked open. Damn it! Sister Qing came out, wrapped only in a bath towel,
her shoulders and legs exposed—smooth, rounded shoulders; long, white legs. I wasn't embarrassed at all; I had the courage to take a closer look. I hadn't taken her seriously anyway. Even though others treated her like royalty, I sat still, watching to see what she was really up to. She pressed one hand against the bath towel on her chest, picked up an open bottle of Coke with the other, took a sip, and sat down on the sofa next to me.
"Sigh, standing all day, being a host isn't easy. After one show, my back and legs ache, I'm more tired than a supermarket clerk." "I thought she'd be embarrassed, but when she said that to me, it was like talking to an old friend, so natural. I have to admire the skill of people in the arts.
" "Yeah, waiters can stretch their arms and kick their legs freely, but you can't. There are rules on stage. You guys really have it tough." I replied in a considerate tone,
"I didn't realize you, a tough guy, were so thoughtful. Ugh, my whole body is so sore, like it's falling apart. Can you help me out and give me a massage?" When Sister Qing said this, she looked at me with tender eyes. That gaze, that look, left me no room to refuse. I immediately understood. This woman wanted me to sleep with her. They say famous women are both slutty and cheap, and it seems that's true.
"Okay, Sister Qing, my technique isn't very good. Please forgive me if I don't do a good job. Just tell me if there's any area I need more attention." I humbly agreed.
"No problem, you're so handsome, you must be good at it. Come on." With that, Sister Qing walked to the bedside, bent over, and lay down on the bed, still wrapped in a bath towel. She folded her hands together and rested them on her forehead, probably starting to close her eyes and enjoy herself.
I knew that her asking me to massage her was just a pretense. She wanted me to stimulate her, build up her emotions, and ease her awkwardness so that it would naturally transition to the realm of sex. That was her real goal.
I squatted by the bed, first stretching her toes, pressing her Yongquan acupoint, kneading her arch, rubbing her heels, pinching her ankles, and stroking her entire instep and sole. These jade feet were white, tender, and soft. They felt very comfortable to hold, and I couldn't help but love them. I used all the techniques the masseuses use on her feet during foot massages.
"I didn't expect you to massage so well! It's so comfortable and relaxing, thank you!" she praised me without even looking up.
"Sister Qing, I'm glad you're satisfied. Your feet are soft and easy to massage. I'll massage upwards for you later, it'll be even more relaxing and comfortable." I said as I massaged her feet.
You might think that I would lower my head and kiss her feet at this moment. Impossible. I wouldn't do that to someone like her. I would kiss the feet and lick the cunt of a decent lover, but I would never serve a woman like that. They are the real bitches in this world. In my mind, they are not even as
good as prostitutes. I started massaging her calves. Those calves were round and white, almost pale, without a single hair. I guessed she had used hair removal products. On her smooth calves, there were a few slightly bulging blue veins, typical of mild varicose veins in the calves.
"Sister Qing, you have mild varicose veins in your calves. People who stand for long periods of time usually have this problem." I held her calves tightly with both hands, hoping this would relieve the varicose veins.
"Yes, I am. You noticed that, bro. You know a lot! And you know what? Your massage really helps a lot." She responded gratefully. "Sister Qing, I suggest you stop using hair removal products. Without body
hair, how can you sweat? It's bad for your leg health." I showed off the knowledge the foot massage girl had taught me.
"If you put it that way, I really won't use them anymore. Health first, aesthetics second." This slut hit the nail on the head
. I massaged from behind, then lifted her calves to massage. After I finished, she said,
"Sister, now that you've finished the calves, you should move to..." "I've already pressed down on your towel, can I lift it off now?" I knew perfectly well that lifting the towel was something she desperately wanted, but I still asked knowingly to get her consent.
"Okay, since you're so good at it, give me a massage on my thighs, back, shoulders, and neck." This slut has pretty high standards. Fine, I'll massage her. It's worth it if I can fuck her beautiful cunt for free later. I lifted the towel she was wearing, and in an instant, her entire body was exposed before my eyes. Even from behind, it was incredibly alluring.
Her two fleshy thighs were tightly pressed together, along with her large, squeezed buttocks. A few curly pubic hairs peeked out from the gap between her thighs and buttocks. At the base of the pubic hairs was a portion of her reddish-brown labia majora sandwiching her labia minora. The part of her vulva near her anus was oozing mucus. This slut was already wet with her juices. Her back had delicate skin and thick flesh, making it difficult to see her ribs. Her back must feel amazing.
Above that were her shoulders, which weren't as fleshy as her back, but rather slightly bony. Whether she was born that way or had deliberately worked out, I had no idea.
Facing her body, I didn't speak or offer any praise, lest I seem like I was naive. I bent down, grasped her two pink legs with both hands, and began to stroke them upwards. I stopped at the groin, kneading and massaging them for a while. I watched as her vaginal fluid flowed out from her tightly clenched vagina, but I ignored it and continued kneading and pressing. This made her buttocks sway slightly, clearly itching unbearably, until she
pulled away from my thighs. I then pinched her two round, large buttocks and began to rub and knead them, like kneading dough, making her vaginal fluid make a "gurgling" sound. She began to whisper, "Oh! So comfortable, so comfortable! You're massaging so well!"
After saying goodbye to her buttocks, I continued to massage upwards, pressing and kneading her kidney acupoints with both hands, while gently stroking her back with my fingertips. This move is the most stimulating for women, guaranteed to make her feel numb and itchy all over,
especially around her breasts, where I pressed and tapped with the heel of my palm, making her unbearably itchy.
"Ah, oh! It's so itchy, so itchy! You're making me so itchy!" "It's itchy, I can't stand it!" She abandoned her reserve and began to whisper,
"Sister Qing, is it itchy? Where is it itchy? If it's unbearably itchy, I won't press anymore, okay?" I deliberately teased this slut, to see what she would do.
"Mmm, it's itchy everywhere, no, no! Press, press! Press even if it's itchy!" This slut started to writhe, her inner thighs were all wet.
I flattened my palm, slid it over her ribs, and directly reached into her armpit, starting to scratch and rub, this is also a woman's sensitive spot. The hair in her armpits had been removed, making them relatively smooth. You have to be gentle when scratching an armpit, if you're too rough she'll laugh, the lighter the better, the itchier it is, the more aroused she becomes
. As I touched her armpit, her buttocks bounced along, pressing hard against the bed, she was definitely rubbing her clitoris. "So good, so good! It's so itchy, tingling, I can't stand it!" She vigorously raised her legs and pressed her buttocks. When she raised them, I saw that her vaginal fluid had already soaked her inner thighs.
I continued to massage her shoulders, moving up her neck, straight to her earlobes. I pinched and gently rubbed them with my thumb and forefinger. Her earlobes seemed to be a switch; when I pressed them, her whole body twisted like a snake, and she cried out, "Oh, it's so uncomfortable, it's so itchy!" She cried softly, trying hard to suppress it, probably afraid that the people next door would hear.
I had finished my work on her back, and I thought it was time to turn her over. I grabbed one side of the bath towel and pulled it up, while also pulling it out. In this way, her body rolled on the bath towel like a fish. When her breasts were facing upwards, I pulled hard, and the entire bath towel was pulled out, and she was lying on her back on the bed like a beautiful mermaid. After all, she was a girl who had never been married or had children. Her body was slender and well-proportioned. Her breasts, though not large, were firm and perky, the nipples a vibrant pink like grapes. Her entire chest was delicate and supple, as if it were about to overflow with moisture—she was so well-maintained!
I bent down and took each breast into my mouth, greedily devouring them. After finishing one, I ate the other, unwilling to put any down. As I ate, she moaned softly, a sound of arousal and pleasure.
She slapped the bed twice with her buttocks and pinched the tent in my groin a few times. "You should go to the bathroom to wash up, hurry up! I can't wait," she urged impatiently, pulling at my penis through my pants, and placing it on the empty bed. She saw my huge penis pop out of her pants and exclaimed, "Wow, it's so big!" "Big? I'll let you enjoy it to your heart's content!" With that, I rushed into the bathroom
and turned on the shower. I was too impatient to wash my whole body; I just quickly washed my genitals and penis, dried my
erect penis, and hurried back to the room. She was lying on the bed, her face flushed and smiling.
I went to her side, helped her sit up by supporting her head with one hand. I pressed my penis against her face, rubbing it a few times. "Hot?" I asked as I pressed against her. "It's so hot!" she said, looking at me with satisfaction. "Close your eyes, and I'll show you what 'hot' really means." I cupped her chin, and she thought I was asking her to give me oral sex, so she opened her mouth and closed her eyes.
I held my big cock and turned my body from side to side, my big cock swaying back and forth, "slap! slap!" slapping her cheeks. "Is it good, Sister Qing? Is it hot?" I asked as I slapped her with my cock.
"Good! Good! Hot and spicy good!" This slut seemed to like it
. After a few slaps, I stopped. Looking at her fragrant lips and pink mouth—it was this mouth that made her a famous host—I was incredibly excited as my penis was about to enter that famous mouth.
I couldn't hold back! Her mouth was still open, and my big penis rubbed back and forth on her lips for a long time, as if applying lipstick.
She also stuck out her tongue and licked the head of my penis and the veins on it, making me feel numb, itchy, and tingly. My big penis slid into her mouth with a "whoosh" as it
entered. As soon as my penis entered, she immediately closed her mouth, sucking and wrapping it around like eating ice cream. While her mouth was wrapped around my penis, she rolled her eyes upwards, making a seductive gesture. What a slut! I never expected her, so refined and gentle on TV, to be so wanton in private.
This slut had already made my cock throbbing and hard, so I didn't hold back and thrust it deep into her mouth, tighter and tighter, until she was making a "gurgling" sound in her throat, gasping for breath. Only then did I pull out. The taste of deep throat is just wonderful.
I pushed her down onto the bed, making her lie on her back, and then lay down on my side next to her. My lips immediately pressed against hers, and she pouted in response. This kiss was from a nationally renowned mouth—warm, smooth, and carrying a hint of the taste of her mouth on my penis. Our tongues intertwined, one darting out the other, sometimes extending, sometimes retracting, swirling and teasing
. My hands weren't idle either, moving upwards between her thighs, until I reached her pubic area. I spread my palm and covered her entire vulva, gently rubbing it like grinding tofu. Because her vagina was already overflowing with fluid, my palm quickly became slippery and sticky. The overall feel of her vulva was intensely fleshy.
She started kicking her legs; I guessed her vagina was incredibly itchy. I bent my index and middle fingers and easily slipped them into her wet vagina. Hehe, my two fingers got a good deal. She was already in the mood;
her vagina was loose, fleshy, with many folds, and quite warm, especially smooth. My fingers explored every nook and cranny of her vagina, like tickling her itch, making her breathless.
"What? Hurry up and go in! Where?" I deliberately tormented her.
"You know, go in there, please, please!" She continued to beg.
"I don't understand. You're such a great host, how can you not explain this? If you don't explain, I'm leaving!" I continued playing cat and mouse.
"Brother, husband, use your big cock, put your big cock into my little pussy, relieve my itch!" Now she even changed how she addressed me, and dared to say anything.
Since she had begged me to this extent, I got up, got off the bed, and spread her legs. I saw her vulva completely for the first time. Her entire genital area was plump and round, with two prominent labia minora sandwiched between her labia majora. The labia minora were reddish-brown, with wrinkled and folded edges, like cabbage leaves. This was a typical "big-leaf butterfly" vulva, not my type. I prefer "steamed bun" vulvas. But anyway, this was the vulva of a celebrity that millions of people longed for. I wanted to lick her vulva again, but she was in a hurry, and so was I, so I had to give up.
I put her legs on my shoulders, adopting a "pushing the cart" position, and without using my hands to hold it, I rubbed my big cock back and forth in the groove between her labia minora a few times. Then, aiming at her wet vaginal opening, I thrust my hips forward, and with a "plop!" sound, it went in halfway into her vulva. With another thrust, "plop!", the other half was fully inserted
into her vulva. I savored the sensation for a while. Her vagina was so hot, almost burning hot. Was it because she was an older virgin with a lot of pent-up energy? Are all older virgins like this? Maybe she's had a good life. Her vagina was thick and fleshy; the feeling of my penis being enveloped by her vaginal flesh was incredibly intense.
I slowly thrust in and out a few times. Her vagina was very loose; I guessed she'd been with huge foreign men, like Black or European men. Someone like her must have had a lot of contact with those kinds of men, and must have been fucked by them many times. Furthermore, she must have used a thick dildo or something similar a lot to fuck herself, otherwise she wouldn't be so
loose . After all, she's a woman in her late thirties, almost forty; I can't be picky. Being fucked by her is lucky
. I started to speed up my thrusting, probably maintaining a frequency of about 120 times per minute. Each time, the glans was almost out of her vaginal opening before I thrust hard to the very bottom.
After a few minutes of this, her juices were already spraying everywhere. She wanted to scream, but deliberately suppressed it, only moaning softly, "Ohhh!" "Ahhh!" Even as I
thrust into her so forcefully, she kept shouting, "Harder! Brother, harder!" "Fuck me! Deeper, deeper! Harder!" It seemed this slut had seen it all; such forceful thrusting wouldn't satisfy her. I slowed down, playing a nine-shallow-one-deep game, slowly grinding through the nine shallow thrusts, focusing on that one deep one, showing no mercy, using all my strength to suddenly thrust all the way to the bottom of her cunt, shaking the bed.
After a few rounds like this, her little cunt couldn't take it anymore, "Ouch! You're killing me! I give up, husband, I give up!" Fuck! Go ahead and give up if you want, my cock is still hard, I'll definitely fuck your soft cunt until you
give up. Even though she gave up, I still wouldn't let up. I changed the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust to seven shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, then to five shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, and finally to three shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust. This was a process of gradually increasing the frequency of thrusting, giving her no chance to catch her breath. One wave after another of continuous assaults was enough to overwhelm her and send her to the peak.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Husband, husband! I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore! I'm going to die! Fuck me to death, harder! Fuck me to death harder!" She started to talk incoherently
. I knew that once a woman started talking nonsense, she was about to have an orgasm. When I was fucking her, I didn't want to control myself. I pushed her onto the bed, pounced on her, grabbed her breasts, kissed her mouth, and thrust into
her hard while sticking my ass out. "Ouch!" "Ouch!" she cried, her ass thrusting upwards and her body twisting from side to side. I didn't care what she felt or how she moved; I just kept thrusting and pounding away. Finally, my buttocks sank, and a stream of hot fluid shot out from my penis, all of it entering her warm, wet vagina. Only then did I feel her vagina contracting and gripping my penis tightly. She had also climaxed.
I admired myself; I had satisfied her, I hadn't embarrassed myself, and I hadn't let her down.
A woman is like a puddle of mud after an orgasm; a man is like a dead pig after ejaculation. After being quiet for a while, we both perked up again. Since we'd already slept together, we were more familiar with each other, so I could ask some questions—the kinds of questions I'd always been curious about, the kinds of questions women wouldn't tell you otherwise
. "Hey, let me ask you something, do all the beautiful women at CCTV have to sleep with the bosses?" I asked quite directly.
"If you want to host important programs and appear on screen often, you have to do it. Otherwise, you won't last long. There are a million reasons to make you leave, and a million beautiful women are waiting to offer themselves to you. The competition is fierce." She buried her head in my chest and said with emotion,
"You too, right? I see you host important programs, you're a long-serving star." I started asking her about her own situation
. "Of course, I'm not married, which is an advantage. I can sleep with anyone without any worries." She said this with a hint of pride.
"So that's why you don't get married?" I pressed.
"Not entirely. I don't get married, so I can play around with whoever I want." "Who says it's too late to get married after you've had your fun?" She's a typical pragmatist.
"Aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone and cause you scandals if you play around with me?" This was the question that had been weighing on my mind since I first started serving her
. "Hahahaha!" She laughed heartily. "You! Don't tell me you can't tell, even if you did, would anyone believe you? You say that a famous female host from CCTV slept with you, do you think anyone would believe that? They'd all think you're bragging, drunk, talking nonsense. If I said I slept with the mayor or the party secretary, people would believe me, but I didn't. Do you understand?" Damn, that's what she thinks, it makes sense.
"I admire you, Sister Qing, you understand life, you know how to live." I praised her insincerely with conflicted feelings.
"Hehe, stop talking, let's go take a shower." She pulled me up, and we went to the bathroom together.
We took a shower together, lathered up with shower gel, and massaged each other's smooth bodies. Think about it, if I could shower with her, how could I let her go? I took her right there
in the bathroom. I made her hold onto the vanity, sticking her butt out, and I penetrated her from behind, thrusting wildly. This was the second time, and it lasted longer, probably more than half an hour. During that time, I even picked her up and placed her on the vanity, letting her see me fucking her in the mirror. I fucked her like that for another ten minutes or so, finally ejaculating cleanly into her vagina. She also had two orgasms in the bathroom.
After we finished fucking in the bathroom, we showered, dried ourselves off, and went back to the room.
After lying in bed for a while, she said to me, "Put your clothes on, take the fruit and the phone I bought for me, and leave."
Fine, leave. Actors are heartless; they'll forget you once they've pulled up their pants. I understand. I slept with her and got a phone worth over two thousand yuan, so it was worth it .
Leaving her room, I checked my watch; it wasn't even midnight yet. She's really good at scheming; she timed it perfectly, doing this whole thing so subtly and without anyone noticing.
Did I enjoy the treat, or did she find some wild prey? Did I play her, or did she play me?
[The End]
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