Big-breasted Sister Ma

I am like that newly blossoming flower, destined to wither alone in the instant of blooming. This is a general office on the 17th floor facing the street view. Near the right-hand floor-to-ceiling glass wall, showing faint signs of premature baldness, is the person currently engrossed in writing with a pen—that's me. This is a company engaged in the research and development and production of integrated power supply equipment, and I have served it for fifteen years. My office is responsible for the production management of the civilian power supply manufacturing workshop, commonly known as the manufacturing department. The woman sitting in front of me, browsing products on Taobao, is the protagonist of this story. I can't really judge her exact age. In today's society, there are all sorts of counterfeit and shoddy goods. If you ask me, all the women in the world are the actual creators of these counterfeit products. For example, this woman in front of me, named Zhang Tong, I estimate she must be at least 40 years old, but the other two men in the office insist she's no more than 35. Why such a big difference? It's not their fault. Who am I? After all, I have 40 years of experience with women. So I walked over to Zhang Qiang, gestured towards the door, and the 24-year-old college student immediately stood up. "Brother, do you have a lighter? Gu Peng from the workshop took my lighter this morning." I snapped my fingers and turned to signal him to follow. As I passed Zhou Ang's desk, I kicked him. "I don't want to smoke anymore, Brother Zhang. Four have come this morning." "Stop talking so much. Hurry up, I don't have a lighter, and Brother Chen doesn't have a cigarette. We'd feel bad taking your cigarette if you didn't come!" For Zhou Ang, who joined our department a year after Zhang Qiang, Zhang Qiang had absolute authority besides me. Whew... A smoke ring swirled around Zhang Qiang's mouth before dissipating. "How much money do women spend all day? Sister Ma has been looking at Taobao all morning." "Yeah, she's been looking at Taobao, and you've been looking at her too, haven't you?" Zhou Ang said disdainfully. "So what if you look? Aren't women for men to see? Don't you think so, Brother Chen?" I smiled and didn't answer. The fight ended quickly, and we all returned to our posts. "Your tavern closed its doors to me. Your promises were childish lies. Please tell me how I'm going to get back at you. It's insignificant..." I picked up my phone. It was Zhu Xiaogang from the workshop calling. I knew why he was calling. "Hey, Lao Zhu, what's up?" "Lao Chen, some of the 400-50 cover plates are leaking. I've found 27 this morning. Should we stop for a bit?" "Okay, I'll come down and take a look." After hanging up, I stood up and looked at Sister Ma. "Sister Ma, there are too many defective 400-50 cover plates from the pressure test this morning. I'll go down and take a look. Can you tell the warehouse to check the inventory? They might have to be returned to the manufacturer." "Hmm? Leaking again? Wasn't this a batch that was just replaced the day before yesterday?" Sister Ma always spoke slowly and deliberately.However, this sounded quite pleasant. Rushing to the workshop, I found several more defective products. Without hesitation, I immediately stopped the production line. The workers put down their tools and gathered around, examining the product. "It probably won't be finished this morning. Everyone, go outside and rest for a bit," Old Zhu dismissed the others, then turned to me and said, "Old Chen, this won't work, we can't do it." I picked up a defective product and examined the leak, saying, "Do their quality inspectors know?" "Oh, they came to check. They took three to the lab in a small trailer, saying they need to break them open to check if it's a problem with the cover plate weld or the positive and negative electrode voltage channels." "Let's go take a look." Putting down the defective products, we headed towards the lab. When we entered, Wang Liang and the others had just put down their small cutting machines. Seeing us, they gestured for us to come to the office to talk. In the Quality Inspection Zone 1 and 2 offices, holding a cut-open cover plate, Wang Liang said, "Engineer Chen, it's not a problem with our melting and pressing machine, but rather that this batch of cover plate plastic parts upstream has holes. Under a 400x microscope, the porosity exceeds the maximum value." To be honest, I only have a general understanding of this stuff; after all, I don't specialize in it. Back in the office, Sister Ma told me about the inventory in the warehouse. In a subsequent email, I described the problem our department encountered that morning and copied the warehouse, the Quality Inspection Department, and all section chiefs, indicating that production of this batch should be halted. At 2 PM, I received a call from the external inspector. The gist was that the supplier took this issue very seriously and offered to arrange a visit to their facility. I knew this was a form of bribery; I neither refused nor agreed. The external inspector then said they planned to go the day after tomorrow and asked if my group would accompany them. I hesitated for a moment and told him I would reply before the end of the workday. Kivi Plastic Foundry, located in Wuxi Industrial Park, was a new parts supplier we contacted in 2018. Our batch cooperation has been quite pleasant, and we haven't encountered similar problems before. On my way back to the office, I took out my phone and sent a WeChat message to Sister Ma."Sister Ma, do you know where that Kivi Plastics Foundry is?" "Isn't it in Wuxi? What's up?" "Nothing, about that thing this morning. They seem to take it seriously. The external inspector called me just now, saying they invited us to visit." "Really? When?" "They said the day after tomorrow, and asked how many people from our department are coming." "I'm free, how about I go with you guys?" A hint of anticipation filled my heart; the blazing sun overhead seemed less intense. Smiling, I put my phone in my pocket, whistling, and stepped into the office. "The Pearl of Taihu Lake"—that's my impression of Wuxi. The arrangements were very thoughtful. Our group of five stayed at the Wuxi Regent Hotel. Of course, it wasn't going to be Sister Ma and me sharing a room. As the only female member of our group, she received special treatment—a single double room. To be honest, even if Sister Ma and I had shared a room, I wouldn't have had any objections. After all, we're colleagues; when traveling, we should look out for each other! After a two-hour drive, we arrived at 9 a.m. We briefly toured the factory and had a simple lunch. The person who greeted us said they would arrange for us to visit the Three Kingdoms City in the afternoon, and there would be a reception in the evening. Our female colleague specifically mentioned wanting to try the "Three Whites of Wuxi," which was supposed to be available that evening. I looked up at Sister Ma standing in front of me and thought to myself, "Why eat the Three Whites of Wuxi? I want to eat your breasts." On the way to the scenic area, a small incident occurred, which also set the stage for this trip to Wuxi. Due to a sudden stop by the car in front, Sister Ma, sitting next to me in the back seat, lost her balance and lurched forward. Instinctively, she reached for the seat to brace herself, but this action landed directly on my groin with considerable force, completely pressing against my innocent testicles. Instantly, I gasped, feeling a swelling in my lower abdomen, and my body bent over. Sister Ma sensed something was wrong, but didn't dare to ask loudly. She just nervously whispered, "Excuse me, are you alright?" I was indeed in a lot of pain at the time, and I wasn't faking it at all, so I didn't answer. I just covered my groin with my hand, and of course, I was too embarrassed to tell the people in front of me. After arriving at the scenic area, I staggered off the bus. The person in charge probably noticed something was wrong with me and asked what was wrong. I casually said that my stomach was upset. Sister Ma glanced at me and said to them, "You guys go ahead, he and I will walk slowly behind." The person from the reception team immediately came over and asked, "Should I take you to the hospital?" At this point, the other people gathered around to ask what was wrong. I was in a terrible predicament. I couldn't tell them that Sister Ma had pressed my testicles and hurt them, so I could only awkwardly say, "It's nothing, you guys go ahead, I have a bit of a stomachache, it'll be fine in a bit." After saying that, I glared at Sister Ma. Seeing her apologetic look, I urged, "You guys go ahead, Sister Ma and I will catch up slowly." After everyone left, looking at Sister Ma's bewildered expression, I said irritably, "My original parts are discontinued, and the aftermarket parts don't work well either. This press of yours, I guess it's all over for me now." Sister Ma chuckled and said, "If you break it, I'll buy you a new one." I didn't reply, but pointed to the stone bench in front of me and said, "Let's go sit for a while." Suddenly we had a lot to talk about, from work trivia to gossip. Sister Ma said her husband is a welder, and last year he brought back several kilograms of duck necks from Wuhan. They've been eating them ever since, and because they're too spicy, they're still frozen. I asked, "Is your husband in Wuhan?" She said, "Yes, luckily he came back early last year, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to come back when the epidemic broke out." I said, "I'm quite envious that your child is already in school, and you're so free at home all by yourself." Sister Ma glanced at me and said, "Envious my foot! You should go back to work and let your wife have some freedom too." I said, "No way, I'm in my prime, how can I be without my wife?" Sister Ma said, "What else do you men think about besides that?" I said, "What, you know what we men think about?" Sister Ma said, "You'll have to ask yourself that." The conversation suddenly loosened up, and I intentionally steered the conversation in that direction, so I asked, "Are you at ease leaving your husband alone outside?" Sister Ma rolled her eyes at me and replied, "That depends on the individual's self-discipline." I chuckled, "I'm quite self-disciplined." Sister Ma nodded with a mischievous smile and said, "Let me ask you something. Last time Jiang Yong had his birthday dinner, did you guys go to karaoke after drinking?" I said, "Yeah, so what?" Sister Ma nodded again and asked, "Did you go to see prostitutes?" I licked my lips, "What are you thinking? They're waitresses." Sister Ma continued, "I'm just curious, what do the prostitutes in karaoke bars do?" I looked at her and asked, "You really don't know?" Sister Ma replied, "I just heard it from others." I took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff. "Life needs spice too." "Bullshit!" Sister Ma immediately retorted. "Going to a prostitute and you're giving me this kind of romantic interpretation?" I stood up, casually grabbing her hand and saying, "Let's go, dear Sister Ma, my lower body doesn't hurt anymore." "Hey, Sister Ma." "What's wrong?" "Don't tell me, just now when I grabbed your hand, my heart skipped a beat." "Swept my foot! Go home and hold your wife's hand, let it tremble a little." "That's different." "How is it different?" Hearing this, I directly grasped her hand and said, "Look, now when I hold your hand, I feel like something's about to happen. When I hold my wife's hand, it's like scratching an itch." Sister Ma laughed and teased, "You should hurry home and be all lovey-dovey with your wife." Looking at Sister Ma in front of me, I felt my lust rising, and I didn't let go of her hand. She glanced around but didn't pull away. I realized something: tonight was going to be interesting. You're enjoying the "Three Whites of Wuxi," and I might be able to enjoy your breasts. Traveling is tiring; if possible, I'd rather sleep soundly in a comfortable hotel. Dinner was lavish. I used a stomachache as an excuse not to drink, but the others, under the host's enthusiastic hospitality, were all a little tipsy, including Sister Ma, who drank two glasses of red wine. Back in the room, I waited anxiously for them to fall asleep. Around 11 pm, I heard Luo Jun snoring from next door. I picked up my phone and sent a WeChat message to Sister Ma: "Aunt Ma, I'm hungry. Do you have any snacks in your bag?" I waited, hoping, checking my phone, unable to sleep, and finally received a reply: "Go to hell, Aunt Ma! I didn't bring any snacks. Are you hungry?" I immediately sat up, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. This was my second WeChat message: "Yes, I didn't eat enough." Sister Ma replied instantly: "Eat less tonight, you'll gain weight easily." I replied: "I'm not worried about gaining weight. How about we go get some barbecue?" A while later, my phone rang, and I smiled. Because Sister Ma's reply was just one word: "Mmm." The night in Wuxi, the wind of Taihu Lake, stirred my heart. On the way back to the hotel, I suddenly grabbed Sister Ma's hand, just holding it like that. Sister Ma didn't resist, and we were silent. In the elevator, I pulled her into my arms, and she quietly leaned on my shoulder. We were silent! I don't know how I got into Sister Ma's room, or how I ended up on the bed while kissing her. All I know is that I sucked on her tongue, tasting her sweet saliva, listening to her suppressed moans. I was lost. Sister Ma's breasts were truly full, a vast expanse of white, her exquisitely sculpted breasts kneaded into various shapes in my hands, her nipples standing erect like bamboo shoots under my licking. I kicked off Sister Ma's skirt and caressed her genitals with my palms. Sister Ma murmured that while life needs a sense of ritual, a hungry lion doesn't care about the feelings of its prey. I removed the last inch of her modesty and gently licked her lower abdomen. Sister Ma's breathing was heavy. She slowly pushed my head towards her crotch, and I covered her genitals with my hand, my tongue dancing up and down outside her vagina, inhaling deeply its unique scent. At that moment, my mind was in a daze, my body only reacting instinctively. A pubic hair of Sister Ma had somehow ended up in my mouth, playing hide-and-seek with me like a mischievous child. I didn't care anymore, plunging my tongue deep into Sister Ma's crotch, as if it were my home. The woman in vests stroked my hair, her legs clamping my head tightly. As I withdrew my tongue to breathe, I saw a glistening droplet trickle down Sister Ma's vagina towards her anus. I buried my face in her crotch again, inhaling the fresh, clam-like scent of her private parts. My tongue traveled from the woman's perineum to Sister Ma's anus. Suddenly, Sister Ma tensed, her lower body thrusting towards my mouth. My tongue darted around her anus like an eel, occasionally probing deeper. With each gentle probe, Sister Ma's hands tightened, pulling my head even closer to her lower body. Finally, Sister Ma sat up halfway, cupped my face, and kissed me. She greedily sucked on my tongue, then lay back down, pressing my head between her legs again. Like a fish in the sea, I greedily sucked on Sister Ma's crotch. Gradually, whether it was the nectar from her or my saliva, the swamp became increasingly muddy. My...My tongue roamed over every inch of Sister Ma's skin. Gazing at her snow-white, slender feet, I sucked on each glistening toe, a faint sour smell filling my nostrils. Suddenly, Sister Ma softly spoke, "Come in." Lying in my arms, looking at Sister Ma's peaceful sleeping face, I smelled her forehead. Sleepiness washed over me, and I knew that the flower that belonged to me had finally fully bloomed. [The End]

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