Dream Anchor Series 1: Secret Love for Zong Yi (Celebrity Adult Novel)

This chapter was posted on June 4th, but disappeared for unknown reasons, so I changed the title and posted it again. Please forgive me if you have read it.

The music for the last news broadcast started, and everyone in the studio finally breathed a sigh of relief. I turned off Camera 1, and the director in the sub-control room upstairs shouted that he would treat everyone to a midnight snack.

"Zong Yi, do you want to go together?"

The director asked through the microphone. Zong Yi, who was still sitting at the anchor desk, was still sorting out the press releases in her hands. She looked up at the sub-control room and waved her hand to indicate that she would not go. Others packed their bags in twos and threes and prepared to leave.

Zong Yi took over Jing Yu's shift today, so the show started so late. I also happened to be on duty and had to clean up all the equipment in the studio, so it looked like I would have to leave a little later.

I squatted down and lowered my head to adjust the lighting. In a blink of an eye, all my colleagues had left, leaving only Zong Yi still sitting in the anchor seat. Normally, I often look at Zong Yi through my camera window to capture her most beautiful angles and expressions. Occasionally, I would chat with her before the hourly news broadcast, or help Zong Yi put on her makeup when the makeup artist was busy, and pour her a cup of tea. She would always say thank you to me with a smile on her face.

I have never denied that I have had some fantasies about this popular beautiful female anchor, but I only went home and lay in bed, making love with her in my mind. It is a normal sexual fantasy for every man. I imagined that Zong Yi was my bride and that she bleeding under my thrusts during their first intercourse. Every time I restrained myself from thinking about these things at work, so as not to reveal my secrets.

Zong Yi wore a pink suit today and her makeup was lighter than usual, but her eyes were still lively and expressive, and her short hair with hairspray was still pretty and stylish. She stood up, and her pair of long legs could not be hidden by the stockings, not to mention her round buttocks were tightened by the mini skirt. I quickly looked away because Zong Yi was walking towards me.

"Brother Yang," Zong Yi always called me like this, so I had to look up at her.

Her watery eyes were red, and I knew she was crying.

"What's wrong, Zongyi?"

A wave of heartache passed through my chest. Zong Yi shook her head and suddenly began to sob while hugging me. I was at a loss as to what to do and was frightened by her sudden action. I didn't even know where to put my hands. In the end, I could only gently support her waist and let her cry first.

Zong Yi was crying like a baby, mumbling to herself as she cried, "Why doesn't he want me? Why?"

Zong Yi, who was bright and confident at the anchor desk just a dozen minutes ago, seemed like a completely different person as she repeated the same questions with tears in her eyes.

I asked Zong Yi to sit down first and wipe away her tears. The blue eyeshadow had blurred. I took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, just like usual, and waited for her to tell her story. I didn't expect Zong Yi to tell me everything without reservation, as if we were old friends whom I had trusted for many years.

It turned out that Zong Yi had a good boyfriend since college. He went abroad to study last year and occasionally came back during the winter and summer vacations. Zong Yi had just taken the anchor desk and was very busy at work. The two had very little time to spend together, and they only made appointments to have sex in a hotel together. After Zong Yi became a public figure, she had too many suitors around her. A few days ago, one of the suitors called Zong Yi and said that he didn't want to wait any longer and had to return to the United States the day after tomorrow. He hoped that Zong Yi would take good care of herself.

Zong Yi had calmed down a lot by now, and her chest was not rising and falling as violently as before due to excitement. It turned out that Zong Yi was not a virgin, which made me a little disappointed, but I still comforted her: "Zong Yi, you are so popular now, perform well on the anchor desk, I will help you adjust the best camera and lighting, you will be the best!"

Zong Yi nodded, wiped away the remaining tears, and finally smiled.

Looking at the clock on the wall that usually counts down, Zong Yi suddenly became interested: "Brother Yang, do you have any wine? Let's go and drown our sorrows."

Zong Yi seemed to have become more open-minded. I remembered there was half a bottle of rosé left in the refrigerator in the lounge next door, so I ran to get it and found two small wine glasses. The two of us used the anchor desk as a table and slowly enjoyed the liberation after our sorrow.

Zong Yi drank the first two cups in one gulp. He got drunk quickly, and his cheeks flushed instantly. I dimmed the lights, and Zong Yi looked even more charming in the dim light. This was exactly my dream lover! My heart was in a conflict. If I had a chance to get Zong Yi in this life, I was afraid it would only be at this moment. But I told myself that I couldn't. How could I take advantage of Zong Yi's misfortune?

Zong Yi drank the fourth cup, a Langqi, and then she fell into my arms. From the angle above, I could see Zong Yi's neckline clearly. Her flawless cleavage was like a mountain stream in a steep valley. Her goose yellow shoulderless bra wrapped around her graceful girl's peaks. A faint fragrance emanated from it, which made me linger and I got hard immediately. But I still tried to wake her up: "Zong Yi, wake up, you can't sleep here."

Zong Yi suddenly hugged me tightly, and I could smell the alluring fragrance of her hair. "Brother Yang, you like me, right?"

I felt like I was seen through and didn't know how to respond. Zong Yi's slightly tipsy face was like a rainbow: "There were two times when I was changing my pantyhose and I saw you looking at me through the crack of the door, and also."

She looked me in the eyes and said, "You only keep my pictures in your wallet. I know you treat me the best."

I slowly hugged Zong Yi, wondering how this little girl knew what was in my wallet. Zong Yi bent down to take off her white high heels and put them under the anchor desk. Then she came over and took my hand, and asked me softly with her tender red lips: "Do you want to... have sex with me?"

The air seemed to be frozen at this moment, Zong Yi and I were silent. In this huge studio, the anchor desk seemed to be the stage where passion exploded, and the anchor was the only choice for the heroine. Half awake and half drunk, I took off Zong Yi's diamond earrings, pressed her down on the anchor desk, stretched out my hand from Zong Yi's creamy thighs, removed her stockings along her calves, and then reached into her tight skirt, ready to explore the hole in her high-end lace panties. Zong Yi embarrassedly grabbed my disobedient hand, reached into her pants, and took out a small sanitary pad.

"MC is coming soon, so today is the safe period, don't worry."

Zong Yi's confession made me even more excited. I took off my clothes and helped Zong Yi take off her neat suit piece by piece, leaving only the goose yellow bra and silk panties. My penis was already erect and dangling underneath.

I saw Zong Yi raised her body and sat up again, and said to me, "May I?" Then she grabbed my weapon, bent down, gently held it with her two red lips, and began to suck.

I held Zong Yi's head and thrust into her mouth, "Hmm, Zong Yi, I didn't expect you to..."

The beautiful anchorwoman I had dreamed of was actually sucking my penis with her lips and licking the most sensitive veins under my glans. After a while, Zong Yi stopped and said, "I only do this to people who are truly kind to me. This is the first time."

I couldn't hold back my longing for Zong Yi any longer, so I let her sit on the edge of the podium this time and unhooked her strapless bra. Her small but full breasts bounced out slightly.

"Oh! Your breasts are so delicate!"

Zong Yi blushed and let me bite her big, bright red nipples, then hold them in my mouth and stir her pale pink areola with my tongue.

"Ah! Yes" Zong Yi exclaimed softly at this careful caress, and I slowly stripped off her panties and spread her knees. Thick inverted triangle-shaped pubic hair covered that small area, and her wet vagina was open.

I stood up straight, supported my erect columnar reproductive organ, and rubbed Zong Yi's clitoris with the glans which already had secretions. Zong Yi supported her upper body with her left hand to maintain balance, and used her right hand to guide my penis into her body.

"Brother Yang, I like you."

"Zong Yi, MY LOVE."

I held Zong Yi's slender waist, pushed open her two labia, and suddenly lowered my waist, and the entire penis was immediately inserted into the beautiful anchor's vagina.

Zong Yi hummed, and raised her swollen private parts to meet my insertion with sufficient lubrication. I leaned over her lips and kissed her passionately, thrusting harder and harder each time. Zong Yi squeezed her legs together and lifted them slightly upwards. What a pair of perfect legs! Is this the girl who serves me to orgasm every night in my mind? Is this the capable, smart, and beautiful Zong Yi sitting on the anchor desk?

I finally fucked Zong Yi, and it was right there at the anchor desk. The CAMERA was turned off, and no one knew that Zong Yi, who had just been broadcast on camera, undressed and had sex with me at the same place half an hour later.

I kissed Zong Yi's forehead, her cute little nose, her unique ears, ruffled her short hair, and bit and kissed her beautiful neck that smelled of poison perfume. "Oh... Deeper,"

Zong Yi couldn't bear my fierce thrusts and finally collapsed on the anchor desk. I took advantage of the situation and rode on her, changing the position to man on top and woman on bottom. I lowered my head and buried it in the deep cleavage, savoring the fragrance of her breasts as her breasts rose and fell.

Zong Yi may not be able to bear this kind of stimulation, so he closed his eyes and began to mutter: "It's so hard, push it all the way, push it all the way... it's coming... it's coming, um... Don't stop!"

I thrust my hips forward and thrust my penis into her, holding her plump buttocks. "Who fucked you better, me or your ex-boyfriend?"

Zong Yi said "Ah": "Of course... of course it's you..."

I pretended not to hear clearly, deliberately slowed down the piston movement, and asked again beside her: "Speak louder, word by word clearly."

Zong Yi put his arms around my shoulders and said in an almost inaudible voice: "I. Like. You. Fuck. Me. Like. You. Fuck. Me. Better. Than. Him."

I knew that Zong Yi didn't give me the chance to have sex with her on a whim, but we didn't say anything to each other, and the passion that erupted became even more intense. I told Zong Yi that we should change to the doggy style position. She sat up and let me slide out of her warm and wet vagina. The body fluids from each other's genitals flowed together, and then stopped as we exchanged positions.

Zong Yi and I climbed onto the anchor table naked. She knelt with her back to me, her tight and firm buttocks slightly tilted back, and the dripping light pink female genital opening was exposed in front of me. I couldn't wait to use my hands to open Zong Yi's labia and fucked her again along the vaginal wall.

Zong Yi cried out, "I'm contracting... ah! I can't take it anymore... cum, cum."

I threw my whole body on Zong Yi, grabbed her messy short hair, held my breath and thrust hard into the source of life hundreds of times. My entire lower body seemed to be clamped by Zong Yi's tight and elastic vagina. The pleasure produced by the friction between the mucous membranes was so stimulating that I couldn't bear it any longer.

"Zong Yi, You are the best!"

I pushed hard, and again.

"ah……"

I felt a stream of warm liquid in my lower abdomen injected into Zong Yi's body. I pulled out my twitching penis while the momentum was still strong and shot the remaining white semen on Zong Yi's palm-sized face, hair, pink neck and lovely breasts. A thick white stream slid into Zong Yi's cleavage. We hugged each other tightly and Zong Yi shed tears again, but this time they were tears of satisfaction.

It was late at night. I helped Zong Yi get dressed, and together we turned off the last light in the studio. I drove Zong Yi home. She held my hand tightly, and I kissed her gently when the traffic light turned red. She smiled, and her smile was so bright, shining like the stars in the night sky of Taipei. She was so cute.

Postscript

Please feel free to give me some advice, fellow readers. Erotic literature originally reflects various aspects of life and also provides space for fantasy, but its function is to relieve the body and mind. Sex in real life requires another kind of wise and responsible attitude. I personally think that we should make a clear distinction between them. Thanks!