Milked Dry by a Busty Married Colleague at the Company Gym

The company gym is emptiest around noon during lunch break, and that's my favorite time.

I'm Shota, stuck at my desk all day in IT support, so this indoor gym is my salvation.

Mid-30s and single, with hardly any experience talking to women, but working up a sweat here makes me feel a bit better.

Today, too, I was running on the treadmill, panting as I looked in the mirror.

My shirt clung to me from sweat, making my skinny frame look pathetic.

But hardly anyone comes to this gym.

Everyone's eating their packed lunches around now.

Suddenly, I heard the glass door at the entrance open.

The one who came in was Misaki from accounting.

We've crossed paths in the office a few times, but we've barely spoken.

Late 20s, I think, and rumor has it she's married—a beautiful woman.

What stands out most are those breasts.

Even in her gym tank top, her G-cup bombshells jiggled enticingly.

The deep cleavage and skin glistening with sweat were so erotic.

(Wow, Misaki's huge tits look dangerous up close like this... They seem so soft, like they'd sink right in if I touched them.)

Misaki headed over to the mats and started stretching.

I stopped the machine and pretended to drink water while stealing glances at her.

Her breasts rose and fell with every breath.

The thin fabric of her tank top even showed the outline of her bra.

It's against the rules to have a married woman like this in the workplace.

Suddenly, Misaki approached me.

"Hey, Shota. Want to stretch together?"

Her voice was sweet, her smile dazzling.

I was so surprised, all I could do was nod.

"Uh, sure... yeah."

Misaki stood next to me and struck a pose stretching her arms.

In that moment, her body pressed against mine.

Her massive breasts squished softly against my arm.

The warm, slick sensation from the sweat transferred over.

(Oh man, Misaki's huge tits are so warm and heavy... Do married women's breasts have this kind of bounce?)

My heart pounded, and heat rushed to my groin.

Misaki acted like she didn't notice, pressing her body even closer.

"Phew, I'm sweating already. You're drenched too, Shota."

Her breath tickled my ear.

The scent of her sweat mixed with a sweet fragrance.

I couldn't find words, just nodded.

Misaki's hand slid around my waist.

"This area's tense. Let me loosen it up for you."

Her fingers moved gently, like a massage.

But gradually, they slid lower, lower...

Her soft palm brushed my crotch.

My cock was already reacting through my pants.

It was rock hard, almost painful.

"Misaki... no, we can't..."

I stammered in a panic, my voice shaking.

Misaki giggled and whispered in my ear.

"It's fine, no one's coming at this hour. Your cock's getting so hot... I do this sometimes on the down low from my husband."

Her hand enveloped my cock over my pants.

She started stroking it slowly up and down.

Her sweat-slicked palm slid smoothly, an incredible feeling.

(Ah, Misaki's hand is too soft... A married woman's handjob is dangerous even in fantasy, but in reality like this... Precum's leaking from the tip.)

I leaned back against the gym wall, breathing heavily.

Misaki's massive breasts pressed into my chest, squishing plushly.

I could feel her nipples hardening through the tank top.

The weight of her G-cups seemed to pin me down.

Misaki unzipped my pants.

My cock sprang out from my underwear, twitching.

"Wow, Shota's dick is thick and cute. Veins bulging—you're excited, huh?"

Her fingers gripped the base and began stroking slowly.

Her thumb circled the head.

Precum strung out, staining her hand.

"So slippery... Feels good? My hand's better than my husband's, right?"

Misaki's voice melted sweetly.

I couldn't hold back and thrust my hips forward.

(Misaki's huge tits—I want to touch them more... But even just the handjob is this intense... I can't stop imagining her pussy, how it'd feel sliding into her wet depths.)

Her other hand gently kneaded my balls.

Soft fingers tugged the skin, a sweet ache.

Her nails lightly scratched the underside of my cock.

"Ah, Misaki... I'm gonna cum..."

My voice sounded pathetic even to me.

Misaki laughed and brought her massive breasts close to my face.

"Don't hold back. Cum while looking at my tits."

Sweat dripped into her cleavage.

The deep valley seemed to beckon my cock.

Her G-cup swells jiggled with her breaths, poetically beautiful yet vulgarly erotic.

I couldn't take it and urged her hand to speed up.

The handjob pistoned faster.

Wet, squelching sounds echoed in the gym.

Her palm wrapped around my whole cock, squeezing as it moved.

The head swelled, shining red.

"Come on, cum... Fill my hand with your hot load."

Misaki's words were the trigger.

I shuddered and erupted, shooting a massive load.

White ropes splattered thickly on her hand.

Some splashed onto her tank top.

Cum dripped into the valley of her massive breasts.

"Ahaha, such a huge amount... You were backed up, huh, Shota?"

Misaki smiled contentedly and wiped her hand.

My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the gym floor.

Dazed, I panted heavily.

My cock still twitched.

(This is like a dream... I'll never forget Misaki's hand... A married woman's forbidden handjob might change my life forever.)

Misaki stood up and fixed her hair.

"Let's meet at the gym again. It's our secret."

She winked and left lightly.

The door closing echoed in the quiet gym.

I sat alone on the floor.

The mix of sweat and cum scents made my head fuzzy.

How long will this workplace bond last?

But for now, I just grinned, replaying the feel of Misaki's huge tits.