Famous host Qing played me

The Famous Host Qing Played with Me

Author: Unknown

This story has been stored 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 in her heart? I still remember her, but she certainly doesn't know who I am; since she's seen
countless , she certainly doesn't know about that little incident 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 tell you 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 invite that trouble
?

Perhaps you'll say, how could such a good thing happen to you? How could you be so lucky? Who
knows ? Look at the lottery draws, there are winners of five million, ten million, even a hundred million. Why is it Zhang San who wins
, and not Zhao Si, Ren Wu, or Xu Liu? Who can say for sure?

On March 8, 1976, a meteorite shower of unprecedented magnitude fell at
the border . The meteorites fell over an area of more than 500 square kilometers,
and more than 3,000 pieces were collected.

This meteorite shower was unprecedented in its scope and quantity. It was a miracle, a stroke of luck, and a misfortune
. Luckily, so many stones fell over such a large area, yet not a single person was hit; misfortune,
so many stones fell over such a large area, yet not a single lucky person was struck.

Therefore, life is unpredictable and everything is uncertain. It's not surprising who has good fortune and who has bad luck
.

I'm telling you this story; believe it or not, that's your right. Laugh or scold as you please, I'm just doing my job.

One morning that year, I was driving several experts from the Agricultural Science and Technology Commission to Town C to inspect
a new tomato yield-enhancing technology project. Secretary Li from the Municipal Government Office called, instructing me to drop the experts off in Town C and
return immediately. Vice Mayor Hao was personally presiding over a meeting, and Director Wang from the Municipal Government Office had specifically requested my
attendance. The meeting was at 10:30; I shouldn't be late, and the content would be revealed later.

A meeting personally presided over by Vice Mayor Hao, and specifically requested by Director Wang—I was
completely baffled. What could possibly require someone as insignificant as me? I couldn't understand it.

I didn't usually accomplish much; I just ran errands and did odd jobs.
I wasn't a clerk. Whenever a leader needed something, they'd send me around, and I never complained, always handling
everything efficiently. Haha, could it be a promotion to deputy director of the Municipal Government Office? Pah! Shameless! They actually
dared to dream of such a good thing. Could it be that some leader sees my quick and efficient work and wants to
hire ? But there's no need to call me into a meeting about this. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, so I decided to stop thinking about it
and figure everything out eventually.

Upon arriving in Town C, I found the town leaders, settled the experts from the Agricultural Science Committee, and then declined their
offer to stay, hurrying 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 room; plenty of fruit and bottled water were provided, and the sound system was working properly.

The meeting 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 .

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 seated on the stage.

"What kind of meeting is this?" Who knew? All the key leaders were present; it seemed like something important was going on. People
whispered among themselves , discussing the matter amongst themselves. Some of the key figures certainly knew the meeting's content, but having been in officialdom for so
many years, they certainly wouldn't reveal it. Leaking the meeting's contents a minute beforehand was a matter of political savvy.

As everyone was quietly murmuring, the electronic screen displayed the following message: "Mobilization
Meeting for the Preparation of the CCTV XXXXXX Program Team's Performance in Our City!"

At 10:30, the meeting officially began. Vice Mayor Hao started his speech, "Comrades, I have been entrusted by
Secretary Zhu and Mayor Gou to preside over this meeting. The main topic of our meeting is the preparation
and mobilization for the performance of the CCTV XXXXXX program team in our city. This performance will be
broadcast , which is an important window for promoting 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 require us to..."

and so on. Vice Mayor Hao made arrangements for many specific aspects. The arrangements for publicity, art, equipment
, reception, security, protection, hygiene, organization, catering, transportation, and
many other aspects were all meticulously planned. It turned out that the leaders of the relevant departments in the city had already held small meetings and made arrangements
, and today was just a full mobilization.

What was relevant to me was that the Municipal Party Committee Office had set up a reception team. Director Wang saw that I was usually serious and thoughtful in handling affairs,
generous and dignified, and my appearance did not bring shame to our city. I also drove steadily, so he personally selected me to lead the team.

Director Wang was the head of the reception team, and my main task was to drive the municipal party committee's official car
to provide reception services for the famous host, Qing (pseudonym). Just to clarify, she's older than me, so I'll call her
Sister Qing for now.

Director Wang asked me to buy a cell phone and get a temporary SIM card for Sister Qing to use for temporary communication. 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 is almost forty but still single—a true heiress.
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, following the municipal party committee's arrangements and division of labor, proceeded step by step, and all
tasks were carried out smoothly and efficiently, with progress being completed as planned. Our reception team was also...
The assignments were meticulously detailed, including which vehicle to bring and who would receive whom, and a rehearsal was conducted to ensure a successful reception. Everything
was .

On the morning of July 1st, the CCTV program crew finally arrived. All the cast and crew, along with the program director, head,
host, cameraman, makeup artist, lighting technician, pyrotechnician, and so on, 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 city TV station, she and I went directly into the station to wait. A long whistle sounded from the station attendant,
a red flag was waved, and the high-speed train pulled into the station. Carriage number six stopped precisely at our waiting area.

The doors opened, and the train attendant got off. Then two more people got off, followed by the host, Qing, who was pulling
a 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 am Director Yang from C City TV Station. This is Xiao E, who was specially assigned
by the city government to receive you," Director Yang introduced herself.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you! You've worked so hard." The host greeted them politely, though it was
they who had worked hard.

I, being adept at social interaction, stepped forward and said, "Hello, Sister Qing, 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, how lucky I am!" Sister Qing smiled warmly
at me, clearly quite satisfied with me as her temporary assistant.

Sister Qing was probably around 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 pubic area, making her look very sexy and alluring.

I didn't say much, but my manners were proper and neither arrogant nor servile. I pulled my suitcase, following 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. I opened the back door and
let Sister Qing in. Then I opened the front door and let Director Yang in.

Our convoy, escorted by police cars, arrived smoothly at the Furong Hotel. This hotel is
owned by Secretary Zhu's brother-in-law, so naturally, such an important money-making event for the city would be held here.

Of course, I took Sister Qing's suitcase and went directly to her room on the seventeenth floor.
Fruit I gave her my temporary cell phone, told her the number, and told her that a waiter would call her for lunch
.

At noon, city leaders hosted a welcome banquet for all the program crew members at the Furong Hotel. After the banquet,
the program crew members took a lunch break.

In the afternoon, all the actors, dancers, directors, hosts, photographers, etc., had their final
rehearsal at the city TV station before the performance, 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. These procedures were just a formality for these actors who were used to
performing . It was supposed to be a performance to show appreciation, but the people there were really after performance fees and red envelopes (bribes
).

At 7 PM sharp, on the brightly lit stage of the riverside park, the CCTV XXX program
team officially began their performance in our city.

There was no chance for the leaders to speak; in a CCTV setting, city-level officials are just insignificant figures, nobody
takes them seriously.

It was Sister Qing and a co-host from the local TV station who gave the opening remarks. True to their reputation as a renowned
host, their hosting was impeccable, clean and efficient, with
seamless , ensuring no dull moments.

The performance itself featured only a handful of stars; a show like this would be lucky to have more than ten. Ren Jing
and her husband Fu Disheng were there, Yang Hongji was there, and several big names from Zhao Benshan's troupe came to lend their support. The entire
performance was quite a spectacle, with thunderous applause and cheers. Overall, it wasn't spectacular, but it was definitely a success.
Success is enough; it means the organization was excellent, the publicity was effective, and
everyone was happy .

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, at the dinner, people frequently raised their glasses to congratulate each other on the success or to express their gratitude. Sister Qing turned to
our table and beckoned me to her table. I went to her table and raised my glass to congratulate her on her successful hosting.

Director Hu, sitting next to her, asked her, "Ah Qing, who is this handsome guy?"

Sister Qing replied, "He's my temporary assistant, what do you think?" There seemed to be
a hint of pride in her eyes as she said this.

"Oh, Ah Qing, you're so lucky! You should shoot him!" Director Hu, this middle-aged woman, spoke
with a mysterious tone. Later, I learned that what Director Hu meant by "execution" was actually knocking her down.

After the banquet, I drove Sister Qing back to her hotel as usual. After parking, Sister Qing asked me to help her carry her
large bag containing her performance costumes to her room.

Sister 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. I
didn't have time to figure out what she meant.

"Sit down, brother, have some fruit first," Sister Qing warmly invited me.

"No, I just finished eating, there's nowhere to put it." The banquet food was so good, I didn't have any room to eat
anything more.

"Then have some drinks, I need to go to the restroom." With that, she kicked off her shoes, changed into slippers
, and, still wearing the cheongsam she wore while hosting the show, went straight to the restroom.

I had originally planned to leave my bag in the room, say goodbye
, and leave. But since she was in the restroom and no one was in the room, I couldn't just leave quietly.

I figured Sister Qing must have drunk too much at the banquet and needed to pee urgently.

I sat on the sofa and drank a few sips of my cola. 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; it sounded like she was changing clothes. Maybe so, the restroom was right next to the dressing room.
There's a corridor there, I can't see it. She can't possibly go back to her room still in her performance costume , can
she? But she's in such a hurry to change; she could have changed after I left.

"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 showering right there.

To be honest, even at that moment, I wasn't tempted by her at all. Although I knew she was
washing , I didn't have any improper thoughts about her. First, I didn't expect this to be possible. Second, I
have absolutely no interest in women in the art world; I even have a strong aversion to them. These movie stars, singers,
dancers , famous hosts, etc., used to be nothing more than lowly performers, courtesans, and dancers who sang and danced in restaurants or on the streets
. Look at them now, they've turned society into a mess, and some shallow people worship them to the
point of worship.

Sigh! The peasants who have turned their lives around are more ruthless than landlords; the prostitutes who have "reformed" are more vicious than brothel madams!

"Squeak!" The bathroom door opened, and lo and behold! Sister Qing came out, wrapped only in a bath towel, her shoulders and legs
exposed .

Her shoulders were round, smooth, and delicate; her legs were white, long, and slender. I wasn't embarrassed at all; I
had the courage to take a closer look. I hadn't really thought much of her anyway, even though others treated her like royalty.

I sat still, waiting to see what she was up to. She pressed one hand against the towel covering her chest, picked up an
open of Coke, took a sip, and sat down on the sofa next to me.

"Sigh, standing all day like this, being a host isn't easy. After one show, my back and legs ache, I
'm even more tired than a supermarket clerk." I thought she would be embarrassed, but she spoke to me like an old friend,
so naturally. I have to admire the skill of people in the arts.

"Yeah, waiters can stretch their arms and legs freely, but you can't. There are
rules on stage. You guys really have it tough." I replied with a considerate tone.

"I didn't realize you, a grown man, were so sensitive. Ugh, my whole body aches, like
it's . Could you help me out with a massage?" Sister Qing said, her eyes filled with tender affection. That
gaze, that look, left no room for refusal. 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 no exaggeration.

"Okay, Sister Qing, my technique isn't very good, please forgive me if it's not perfect. 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, leaned over, and
lay down on the bed, still wrapped in a bath towel. She folded her hands, resting them on her forehead, probably about to close her eyes and enjoy the moment
.

I knew her asking for a massage was a pretense; she wanted me to stimulate her, build up the mood, ease the awkwardness
, and naturally transition to sex. That was her true goal.

I knelt by the bed, first stretching her toes, pressing her Yongquan acupoint, kneading her arches, rubbing her heels
, pinching her ankles, and stroking her entire instep and sole. These jade-like feet were white, tender, and soft; they felt
wonderful . I used all the techniques a masseuse uses when giving foot massages on her feet
.

"I didn't expect you to massage so well! It's so comfortable, so relaxing, thank you!" she
praised me without even looking up.

"Sister Qing, I'm glad you're satisfied. Your feet are soft, so easy to massage. I'll massage upwards for you later, it'll be even more relaxing
and comfortable," I said as I massaged.

You might think I would bend down and kiss her feet at this point. 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 women like this. They are
the real whores of this world; in my mind, they are not even as good as prostitutes.

After making her feet feel comfortable, I started massaging her calves. Those calves were round and incredibly white,
almost pale, without a single hair. I guessed she'd used hair removal cream. On her smooth calves,
there were a few faintly visible blue veins—typical of mild varicose veins.

"Sister Qing, you have mild varicose veins in your calves? People who stand for long periods often have this
problem." I held her calves firmly with both hands, which would relieve the discomfort.

"Yes, I do. 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 cream. Without hair, how can you sweat? It's
bad for your leg health." I showed off the knowledge the foot masseuse had taught me.

"If you put it that way, I really won't use it anymore. Health first, aesthetics second." This slut
hit the nail on the head.

I massaged from behind, then lifted her calves to massage them again, until I finished.

"Sis, now that I've finished massaging your calves, let's move on to the top. Shall I lift your towel?" I
knew perfectly well that lifting the towel was something she'd be happy to do, but I still asked knowingly to get her consent.

"Okay, since you're so good at it, give me a massage on your thighs, back, shoulders, and neck." This
slut has pretty high standards. Fine, I'll massage her. It'll be 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. From
the gap between her thighs and buttocks, a few curly pubic hairs peeked out. At the base of the pubic hairs was part of her reddish-brown labia majora
sandwiching her labia minora. The part of her vulva near her anus was oozing fluid. This slut is already wet.

Her back was smooth and fleshy, with thick layers of skin, making it difficult to see her ribs. It must feel wonderful to the touch
.

Above that were her shoulders, less fleshy than her back, slightly bony – whether this was natural or due to
exercise, I didn't know.

Facing her body, I remained silent, offering no praise, lest I seem naive. I bent down,
grasped her two pink legs, and began to stroke them upwards, stopping at the groin. I kneaded and groped for a while,
watching as her vaginal fluid flowed from her clenched vagina. I ignored it, continuing to knead and press, making her...
Her buttocks swayed slightly, clearly itching terribly.

Moving away from her thighs, I pinched her two round, plump buttocks and began to
rub and knead them , making her wetness squelch and gush. She began to whisper, "Oh! So good, so
good! That's a good massage!"

Leaving her buttocks, I continued massaging upwards, pressing and kneading her kidney points with both hands, while
gently stroking her back with my fingertips. This move is incredibly stimulating for women, guaranteed to make
her whole body tingle with itchiness.

Especially around her breasts, I pressed and tapped with the heels of my palms, making her unbearably itchy.

"Ah, oh! It's so itchy, so itchy! You're making me so itchy, I can't stand it!"
she cried softly, abandoning her composure.

"Sister Qing, is it itchy? Where is it itchy? If you can't stand the itchiness, I won't massage anymore, okay?" I
teased this slut, wanting to see what she would do.

"Mmm, it itches everywhere, no, no! Press, press! Press even if it itches!" This slut started writhing
, her inner thighs were all wet.

I flattened my palm, slid it over her ribs, and went straight into her armpit, starting to tease her, this is also a woman
's sensitive spot. The hair in her armpits had been removed, making them smoother. You have to be gentle when teasing the armpits, too much pressure will make her laugh
, the lighter the pressure, the itchier it is, the more aroused she becomes.

As I teased her armpits, her buttocks bounced, pressing hard on the bed, definitely rubbing
her clitoris . "So good, so good! So itchy, tingling, I can't stand it!" She arched her legs and pressed
her buttocks hard, and when she did, I saw that her inner thighs were already wet with her juices.

I continued massaging her shoulders, moving up her neck to her earlobes, pinching and kneading them gently with my thumb and forefinger
. Her earlobes seemed to trigger a switch; when I pressed them, her whole body writhed like a snake, and she cried out, "Ouch,
it's so uncomfortable! It's so itchy!" She cried softly, trying to suppress her moans, probably afraid the neighbors
would hear.

I had thoroughly finished my work on her back, and I thought it was time to turn her over. I
grabbed one side of the towel and pulled it up, simultaneously pulling it out. This made her body roll like a fish on the towel
. When her breasts were facing upwards, I pulled hard, pulling the entire towel out, and she lay supine on the bed.

What a beautiful mermaid! She was clearly an unmarried, childless girl. 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, finishing one and moving on to the next,
unwilling to let go of any. As I ate, she moaned softly, a sound of arousal and pleasure.

She slapped the bed twice with her buttocks, pinched the tent that had formed in my crotch a few times, and said, "You should go to
the bathroom to wash up, hurry up, hurry up! I can't wait any longer." She pulled at my penis through my pants,
urging me to place it on the empty bed. When she saw my large penis spring out of my pants, she couldn't help but exclaim, "
It's so big!" "Big? I'll let you enjoy it to your heart's content in a moment!" With that, I rushed into the bathroom.

I turned on the shower, already impatient, and didn't want to wash my whole body, so I just quickly washed my genitals and penis
before drying myself off.

I rushed back to the room, my erect penis still hard. She lay on the bed, her face flushed and smiling
.

I went to the bedside, and with one hand, helped her sit up. My huge cock pressed against her face, rubbing it a few
times. "Hot?" I asked her as I pressed it against her. "Hot as fire!" she said, looking at me with satisfaction.

"Close your eyes, let me show you what hot is." 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 thrust my huge cock in, turning my body from side to side, my cock swaying back and forth,
slapping her cheeks with a "slap! slap!" sound. "Is it good, Sister Qing? Is it hot?" I
asked her as I slapped her with my cock.

"Good! Good! Hot and spicy good!" This slut actually liked this.

After a few slaps, I stopped. Looking at her fragrant lips and pink mouth, it was this mouth that made her a
famous host, and my cock was about to penetrate this famous mouth. I was incredibly excited.

I couldn't be polite anymore; her mouth was still open, and my huge cock rubbed back and forth on her lips for a long time, as if
I were applying lipstick to her.

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 cock slid into her mouth with a "slurp" as it went in.

As my cock went in, she immediately closed her mouth and sucked on it like eating ice cream
. While sucking on my cock, she rolled her eyes upward, making a seductive gesture. What a
slut! I never expected that she, who was so refined on TV, would be so lewd in private.

This slut had made my cock swollen, hard, and erect from her licking, and I didn't hold back, thrusting my cock
deeper and deeper into her mouth, tighter and tighter, until she made a "gurgling" sound in her throat and couldn't
breathe . Only then did I pull out. The taste of deep throat was wonderful.

I pushed her down on the bed, making her lie on her back, and I lay down on my side next to her. I
immediately , and she pouted to welcome me. I was kissing a nationally renowned orator, her lips warm, smooth, and still
carrying the taste of her mouth on my penis. Our tongues intertwined, one darting out, the other extending, sometimes close, sometimes closed, swirling
and teasing.

My hands weren't idle either, moving upwards between her thighs to her pubic area. I spread
my palm and covered her entire vulva, kneading it slowly and gently, like grinding tofu. Because her vagina was already overflowing with fluid,
my palms quickly became slippery and sticky. The overall feel of her vulva was intensely fleshy.

She started kicking her legs, probably because her vagina was incredibly itchy. I bent my index and middle fingers
and easily dug them into her wet vagina. Hehe, my two fingers got lucky,
first impressions matter .

Her vagina was very loose, fleshy, with many folds, and quite warm, especially smooth and tender.

My fingers probed and groped inside her vagina without leaving any blind spots, like I was tickling her vagina, making her
breathless .

"What? Hurry up and go in! Go in where?" I asked her deliberately, tormenting her.

"You know, go in there, hurry up and go in, please, please," she continued to beg
.

"I don't understand. You're such a big host, how can you not explain this? If you don't explain it,
I'm leaving!" I continued playing cat and mouse.

"Brother, husband, use your big cock, put your big cock into your sister's little pussy, to
relieve the itch !" Now she even changed how she addressed me, and dared to say anything.

Since she had begged like this, I got up, got off the bed, and spread her legs. For the first time, I saw her pussy
completely Her entire vulva was plump, with two prominent
labia minora sandwiched between the labia majora. The labia minora were reddish-brown, with wrinkled and folded edges, like cabbage leaves. This was a typical big-leaf butterfly pussy
, not my type. I prefer steamed bun pussy. But no matter what, this was the pussy of a celebrity that millions of people
longed for . I wanted to lick her pussy again, but she was in a hurry, and so was I, so I had to
give up.

I put her legs on my shoulders, in a "pushing the cart" position, and without using my hands to hold it,
I rubbed my big cock back and forth a few times in the groove between her labia minora. Then,
aiming I thrust my hips forward, and with a "plop!" it went in halfway. With another thrust, "
plop!" the other half was fully inside.

I felt around inside her for a while. Her pussy was really hot, almost burning hot. Was it because older virgins have a lot of
pent-up energy? Are all older virgins' pussy like this? Maybe she's been well-cared for. Her pussy was thick and fleshy, and
the feeling of my cock being enveloped by her flesh was particularly intense.

I slowly thrust in and out a few times. Her pussy was very loose, probably because she'd been fucked by huge foreigners, like
black men and 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 to penetrate herself a lot, otherwise she
wouldn't be so loose.

So be it, she's a woman in her late thirties, almost forty. I can't be picky
; she's lucky to be fucked by me.

I started to increase the speed of my thrusts, probably maintaining a frequency of about 120 times per minute, each time the glans almost
exiting her vaginal opening before plunging in 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! Harder, brother!" "Fuck me! Deeper
, deeper! Harder!" It seems this slut has seen it all; even this vigorous thrusting doesn't satisfy her.

I slowed down the pace, playing a nine-shallow-one-deep game. The nine shallow thrusts were slow and gentle, but I focused on the deep one, showing no
mercy . I thrust all my might, plunging into her cunt so hard it shook the bed.

After a few rounds, her little cunt couldn't take it anymore. "Ugh! You're killing me! I give up, husband, I give up
!" Fuck! Go ahead and give up, my cock's still hard, I'll make sure your cunt submits
.

Even though she gave up, I wasn't satisfied. I changed the nine-shallow-one-deep to seven-shallow-one-deep, then five-
shallow-one-deep, then three-shallow-one-deep. This was a process of gradually increasing the frequency of thrusting, giving
her no chance to breathe. Wave after wave of continuous attacks were enough to overwhelm her, sending her to
her 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!" She started rambling incoherently.

I knew that once a woman started talking nonsense, she was about to climax. While fucking her, I didn't want to control
myself . I pushed her onto the bed, straddled her, and started grabbing her breasts,
kissing her mouth, and thrusting my hips hard.

She cried out, "Ouch!" "Ouch!" her hips arching upwards, her body twisting from side to side. I
didn't care what she felt or how she moved; I just kept thrusting and pounding, until finally, my hips sank, and a stream of hot fluid
shot out from my penis, all of it entering her warm vagina. Only then did I feel her vagina contracting
, gripping my penis tightly; she had climaxed too.

I admired myself; I had satisfied her, I hadn't embarrassed myself, and I hadn't let her heroic sacrifice go to waste.

After a woman's orgasm, she's like a puddle of mud; after a man ejaculates, he's like a dead pig. After a while of being quiet, we
both perked up again. Since we'd already had sex, we were more familiar with each other, so I could ask some questions—
questions I'd always been curious about, 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 leaders?" I
asked directly.

"If you want to host important programs and appear on screen frequently, you have to do it. Otherwise, you won't last long. There are a million
reasons to make you leave, and millions of beautiful women are waiting to offer themselves to you. The competition is fierce," she said, burying her head in my
chest .

"You too, right? I see you host all the important programs, you're a long-serving star." I started asking about her
situation.

"Of course, I'm not married, which is an advantage. I can sleep with anyone without any worries," she
said with a hint of pride.

"So that's why you're not getting married?" I pressed.

"Not entirely. I don't want to get married, so I can play around as much as I want. I can play with whoever I want, and it's not
too late to get married when I'm done." She was a typical pragmatist. "

Aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone about your affair with me?" This was a question that had been weighing on my mind since I first started
serving her.

"Hahahaha!" She laughed heartily. "You! Don't even mention you can't say it. Even if you did,
would anyone believe you? If you said that a famous female host from CCTV slept with you, do you think anyone
would believe you ? They'd all think you were 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 thought.
It made sense .

"I'm impressed, Sister Qing. You know how to live life. You know how to live well." I felt conflicted, my heart couldn't help but...
I sincerely praised her.

"Hehe, stop talking, let's 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 and then.

In the bathroom, I made her hold onto the dressing table, stick her butt out, and I penetrated her cunt 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
put her on the dressing table, letting her see me fucking her in the mirror. I fucked her like that for another ten minutes or so, and finally ejaculated
cleanly into her cunt. 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 on the bed for a while, she said to me, "Put on your clothes,
take , and you can leave."

Fine, I'll leave. Actors are heartless; once they've pulled up their pants, they don't recognize you anymore. I understand. I slept with her and also 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 it without making a sound.

In this whole affair, did I enjoy a delicious meal, or did she find some wild prey? Did I play her, or
did she play me?

Which CCTV host is she? It would be best to specify. (Edited) Please specify

who it is, even just a name. It's very well written; it's clearly referring to Sister Dong Qing, how could you not recognize that? I don't really like her. Does it matter who slept with whom? Actually, both of us indulged and released our pent-up emotions. It's really well written, very exciting,
and very enjoyable to read!

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