Anchor Series - Zongyi

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As the closing music for the last news segment began, everyone in the studio finally breathed a sigh of relief. I turned off Camera 1, and the director in the control room upstairs announced he was treating everyone to a late-night snack. "Zongyi, want to come along?" the director asked through the microphone.
Zongyi, still sitting at the anchor desk, was organizing her script. She looked up at the control room, waved her hand to indicate she wasn't going, and the others started packing their bags in twos and threes, ready to leave.
Zongyi was covering Jingyu's shift today, which was why the broadcast was so late, and I was also on duty, having to pack up all the equipment in the studio. It seemed I wouldn't be able to leave until later.
I squatted down, tidying up the lights, and in the blink of an eye, all my colleagues had left, leaving only Zongyi still sitting at the anchor's seat. I usually looked at Zongyi more often through my camera lens, capturing her most beautiful angles and expressions. Occasionally, I would chat with her before the hourly news started, or help her with her makeup when the makeup artist was busy, or pour her a cup of tea. She would always smile and say thank you to me.
I don't deny having a slight crush on this popular, beautiful news anchor, but it only ever happens when I'm at home in bed. It's normal for men to have these kinds of sexual fantasies, imagining Zongyi as my bride, her bleeding during our first time together. I always restrain myself from thinking about these things at work, lest I reveal my secret.
Today, Zongyi was wearing a peach-colored suit, her makeup lighter than usual, but her eyes were still bright and expressive. Her short hair, styled with gel, was still chic and stylish. She stood up, her long, beautiful legs barely concealed by stockings, not to mention her rounded hips taut in the mini-skirt. I quickly looked away because Zongyi was walking towards me.
"Brother Yang," Zongyi always called me, so I looked up at her.
Her eyes were red and watery; I knew she was crying.
"What's wrong, Zongyi?" A pang of heartache swept through my chest. Zongyi shook her head and suddenly began to sob, hugging me tightly. I was taken aback by her sudden action, unsure of what to do with my hands. In the end, I could only gently support her waist, letting her have a good cry.
Zongyi was already a sobbing mess, murmuring between sobs, "Why doesn't he want me? Why?" Just a dozen minutes ago, Zongyi was bright and confident on the anchor desk, but now she was a completely different person, repeating the same questions as she wept.
I asked Zongyi to sit down and wipe away her tears. Her blue eyeshadow was already blurred, so I took out a handkerchief to wipe it for her, just like usual, waiting for her to tell me her story. Unexpectedly, Zongyi told me everything without reservation, like a trusted old friend.
It turned out that Zongyi had a very close boyfriend since college. He went abroad to study last year and only came back occasionally during winter and summer vacations. Zongyi had just started working as an anchor and was very busy, so they had very little time together. When they did meet, it was just to meet at a hotel for sex. After Zongyi became a public figure, she had many suitors. A few days ago, one of them called her, saying he didn't want to wait any longer and had to return to the United States the day after tomorrow, hoping she would take good care of herself.
Zongyi had calmed down a lot by this point, and her chest wasn't heaving as violently as before.
It turned out that Zongyi was no longer a virgin, which disappointed me a little, but I still comforted her: "Zongyi, you're so popular now, do your best on the anchor desk. I'll help you adjust the best camera and lighting, you'll be the best!"
Zongyi nodded, wiped away the remaining tear stains, and finally smiled.
Looking at the clock on the wall that was usually used for live countdowns, Zongyi suddenly became enthusiastic: "Brother Yang, do you have any wine? Let's drown our sorrows." Zongyi
seemed to have come to terms with things. I remembered that there was half a bottle of rosé wine left in the refrigerator in the next lounge, so I went to get it, and also found two small wine glasses. The two of us used the anchor desk as a table, slowly enjoying the liberation after our sorrows.
Zongyi downed her first two cups in one gulp. Drinking too quickly makes one drunk easily, and her cheeks flushed instantly. I dimmed the lights; in the dim light, Zongyi looked even more alluring—she was the woman of my dreams! My heart was in turmoil. If I had the chance to win Zongyi's heart in this lifetime, this would probably be my only chance. But I told myself: I can't. How could I take advantage of Zongyi in this state?
Zongyi drank her fourth cup, and with a clatter, she collapsed into my arms. From above, her neckline was completely exposed; her flawless cleavage resembled a mountain stream in a deep valley. A pale yellow strapless bra hugged her graceful breasts, and a delicate fragrance wafted out, captivating me. I instantly became aroused. But I still tried to wake her: "Zongyi, wake up, you can't sleep here."
Zongyi suddenly hugged me tightly, and I could smell her alluring hair. "Brother Yang, you like me, don't you?" I felt as if I had been seen through, unsure how to respond. Zongyi's slightly flushed face was like a rainbow: "Twice when I was changing my pantyhose, I saw you peeking at me through the crack in the door, and..." She looked into my eyes: "You only keep my photos in your wallet, I know, you're the best to me."
I slowly hugged Zongyi back, thinking: How does this little girl know what's in my wallet?
Zongyi bent down and took off her white high heels, placing them under the anchor desk, then came over and took my hand, her tender red lips softly asking me: "Do you want... to sleep with me?"
The air seemed to freeze at that moment, Zongyi and I remained silent. In this huge studio, the anchor desk seemed to be the stage for passion to ignite, and the anchor was the only choice for the leading lady. Half-awake and half-drunk, I took off Zongyi's diamond earrings, pressed her down on the anchor desk, reached down from Zongyi's smooth thighs, along her calves, and removed her stockings, then slipped into her tight skirt, preparing to explore the cavern in her high-end lace panties.
Zongyi, embarrassed, grabbed my disobedient hand and reached into her pants, pulling out a small sanitary pad. "My period is coming soon, so today is a safe period, don't worry."
Zongyi's honesty made me even more excited. I took off my own clothes and then helped Zongyi remove her neat suit piece by piece, leaving only her pale yellow bra and silk panties. My penis was already raging and erect, swaying below.
Zongyi sat up again, said to me, "May I?" and then grasped my weapon, bent down, and gently took it into her mouth with her two red lips, beginning to suckle.
I held Zongyi's head, repeatedly thrusting in and out of her mouth. "Mmm, Zongyi, I never thought you would..." The beautiful anchorwoman of my dreams was actually using her fragrant lips to swallow and lick my penis, licking the most sensitive vein below the glans.
After a long while, Zongyi finally stopped: "I only do this to people who are truly good to me. This is the first time."
I could no longer suppress my longing for Zongyi. This time, I had her sit on the edge of the broadcasting station, unhooked her strapless bra, and her small but full breasts bounced out slightly. "Ah! Your breasts are so delicate!" Zongyi blushed, letting me gently bite her large, bright red nipples, sucking on them and gently stirring her pale pink areolas with my tongue.
"Ah! Yes..." Zongyi murmured softly at this tender caress. I slowly peeled off her panties, parted her knees, and thick, inverted triangle-shaped pubic hair covered that small area, her moist vulva opening wide. I straightened up, held my erect penis, and rubbed the already secreted glans against Zongyi's clitoris. Zongyi supported her upper body with her left hand for balance, and used her right hand to guide my penis into her body.
"Brother Yang, I like you."
"Zongyi, my love." I held Zongyi's slender waist, my glans parting her labia, and with a sudden thrust, my entire penis plunged into the beautiful anchorwoman's vagina.
Zongyi let out a soft moan, raising her swollen vulva to receive my penetration with ample lubrication. I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her passionately, thrusting harder and harder with each stroke.
Zongyi squeezed her legs together, lifting them slightly upwards—truly perfect jade legs! Is this the girl who brought me to orgasm every night in my mind? Is this the capable, intelligent, and beautiful Zongyi sitting upright at the anchor desk? I finally fucked Zongyi, right there at the anchor desk. The camera was off; no one would know that Zongyi, who had just been broadcasting on camera, was undressing and having sex with me in the same spot half an hour later.
I kissed Zongyi's forehead, her small and cute nose, her unique ears, messed up her short hair, and then bit and kissed her beautiful, poison-scented pink neck. "Oh...deeper..." Zongyi couldn't withstand my forceful thrusts and finally collapsed onto the anchor desk. I took the opportunity to straddle her, changing the position to missionary, burying my head in her deep cleavage, savoring the scent of her breasts as they rose and fell.
Zongyi, perhaps unable to withstand the stimulation, closed her eyes tightly and began to mutter, "So hard, you're all the way in, all the way in...coming...coming, um...don't stop!" I thrust my hips forward with all my might, cupping her plump buttocks, "Compared to your ex-boyfriend, who fucked you better?"
Zongyi let out an "Ah," "Of course...of course it was you..."
I pretended not to hear clearly, deliberately slowing down my piston-like movements, and asked again beside her, "Louder, say it clearly, word by word."
Zongyi wrapped her arms around my shoulders and said in an almost inaudible voice, "I...like...you...fuck...me...like...this...you...fuck...me...better...than...him."
I knew that Zongyi hadn't just given me the opportunity on a whim; it was just that neither of us said it, and the passion that erupted was even more intense. I told Zongyi I wanted to switch to a rear-entry position. She sat up, letting me slide out of her warm, moist vagina. The fluids from our genitals were intertwined, then stopped as we changed positions.
Zongyi and I climbed onto the broadcasting table, both completely naked. She knelt with her back to me, her taut, firm buttocks slightly raised, exposing her glistening, pale pink vulva to me. I couldn't wait any longer. I parted Zongyi's labia with my hand and thrust into her again along the vaginal wall. Zongyi cried out, "I'm contracting... Ah! I can't take it anymore... I'm... I'm coming..."
I threw my whole body onto Zongyi, grabbing her disheveled short hair, holding my breath as I thrust firmly into her cradle hundreds of times. My entire lower body felt as if it were being gripped by Zongyi's tight, elastic vagina. The pleasure from the friction of the mucous membranes was so stimulating.
I couldn't hold back any longer. "Zongyi, you are the best!" I thrust hard, then again. "Ah..." I felt warm liquid flowing into Zongyi's body. Before the momentum subsided, I pulled out my throbbing penis, ejaculating the remaining white semen onto Zongyi's small face, hair, neck, and lovely breasts. A thick stream of white fluid slid into her cleavage.
We hugged tightly, and Zongyi shed tears again, but this time they were tears of satisfaction.
It was late at night. I helped Zongyi get dressed, and together we turned off the last light in the shed. I drove her home. She held my hand tightly, and I gently kissed her at a traffic light. She smiled, a radiant smile, twinkling like the stars in the Taipei night sky, so lovely, so lovely.
No matter what the future holds, no matter if we have a future together, I know I was once the happiest man.
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