Baseball Fiance Turned Groupie

Baseball Fiance Turned Groupie

By Katie Kulka

Chapter One - New Town

I bit my lip as the city's buildings appeared off in the distance. I was sitting in the passenger seat of our SUV, wearing a sundress that was my unofficial uniform during the summer months.

In the driver's seat was my boyfriend, correct that, fiance, Joshua. Joshua is tall, handsome, and a minor league baseball player. He was drafted in the second round three years ago, right out of high school and now and at 21 years old, he had just received the callup to AA, two short levels from the major leagues.

Joshua is a 3rd basemen, muscular, hits for power, and frankly he should have been drafted in the 1st round. It was only because we grew up in some podunk town with one traffic light that scouts barely got to see him play and didn't grade him properly.

I'm Madison, Joshua's doting fiance. We had gotten together 3 years ago, right before homecoming, senior year. We had been nearly inseparable ever since and I'm madly in love with him. For now we've put off getting married and starting a family as Joshua said he needs to focus on developing his baseball skills. Once Joshua is in the majors, the plan is to get married and start a family.

"I'm so proud of you babe," I offered, reaching my hand out and placing it on Joshua's leg.

Gosh his leg was so muscular. My dainty hand paled in comparison. And the engagement ring Joshua had bought me looked positively massive on my left ring finger. I had protested it was too much last year when Joshua had proposed. But Joshua was saying that his bonus easily covered it. With his bonus from signing, he had also bought the SUV we were driving in. In cash, no less.

This was our 3rd stop. Our first stop was Florida for the rookie league, then North Carolina, for A-Ball. Now we were making the drive north to a mid-sized town in the center of Pennsylvania.

But coming from a nothing town in rural Oklahoma, a mid-sized town felt like a big city to me. As we drove on the highway, I marveled at the relatively tall buildings in the distance, telling the tale of a city with so much more going for it than the rural town where we had spent our formative years. I knew that if it wasn't for Joshua's talents at the games of baseball, we would likely still be in that town, scraping away for dollars, hoping to get by.

Living was modest for now, but I suspected it wouldn't be long until Joshua was in the big leagues, maybe next summer even if things went well, if not the year after for sure. But to be honest, I wasn't dreaming of mansions, luxury cars, expensive vacations, or fancy jewelry down the road. I was hoping to have a large family with Joshua, once we got established in our lives.

As he drove, Joshua followed the map app on his phone that was attached to the center console. Per the league agreement, the team had arranged living accommodations for the players. It was just a modest townhouse, but that was all we needed. As Joshua pulled up outside the leasing office, I felt myself getting excited. This was actually real and so close.

"I'll go get the keys babe," Joshua said.

"I'll wait right here," I replied with a wink.

As Joshua walked toward the leasing office, I did what I usually did when he walked away, which was stare at his muscular ass that his jeans struggled to contain. From weightlifting, mostly doing squats, Joshua had a firm, muscular posterior, which was part of the reason, along with the rest of his core muscles, that he could hit a baseball so hard and so far.

I felt myself getting wet and excited. I flipped down the passenger side visor and pulled out my lip gloss. My makeup was still in good repair but I added just a little bit extra before smiling at myself in the mirror.

Things were going to turn out alright, I thought when I saw Joshua, returning from the leasing office with our housekeys. Not only that, but my mouth was positively watering at what was going to happen next.

Chapter Two - Arrival

Joshua pulled the SUV up outside the townhouse that was ours. I got out of Joshua's SUV and waited for him to walk around the vehicle until he was next to me. As Joshua looked into my eyes, he offered me his hand before leading me toward our new home.

I was excited beyond words as we stepped on the small patio outside our new home as Joshua turned the key in the deadbolt, before opening the door. I smiled, looking up at him, as I knew what was coming next. Joshua effortlessly scooped me off my feet and carried me across the threshold into our apartment.

As Joshua effortlessly held me in his arms, I looked around the downstairs. It was decidedly modest, but furnished and clean. But otherwise the townhouse was barren, lacking any charm. It would take some time, but I would add some decorations, a dose of charm, along with a plant or two to make this something that we could truly call home.

Joshua set me down, and I stood there in my sundress and sandals looking up at Joshua with my soft brown eyes.

"I'm so proud of you and I love you so much, Joshua," I offered, with more than a glimmer of adulation in my eyes.

Joshua was looking down on me, with those emerald green eyes that I loved so much and often got lost in. It was time to offer Joshua his reward for unlocking a new level in his baseball career. Slowly, I sank to my knees on the surprisingly plush carpet and looked up at him.

"What are you doing, Madison?" Joshua asked, as he softly stroked my hair.

I looked up at Joshua and smiled coyly while fighting the urge to roll my eyes. Joshua knew full well what I was doing. Not only was sucking Joshua's cock a significant component of my sexual repertoire, but I had eagerly sucked Joshua's cock immediately upon arrival at each of our prior two stops. It was something I planned to do upon arrival at any new home we moved into for the rest of our lives.

As I pulled down Joshua's pants, his erect cock, sprang out, like a python in search of prey. But I eagerly corralled his cock with my mouth, bobbing up and down on it, while Joshua groaned at my slutty manipulations of his cock, all the while caressing my silky, flowing auburn hair.

As I bobbed up and down on Joshua's cock, my hastily applied pink lip gloss rubbed off on creating pink streaks on Joshua's cock, something I had learned he loved to see when I orally pleasured him.

Groans emanated from Joshua, telling me that I was doing a good job of sucking his cock, like always. Over the last three years, I had sucked Joshua's cock countless times and I had learned everything he liked, and making him blow a massive load in my mouth in a matter of minutes had become 2nd nature to me.

"Mmm," I moaned softly on Joshua's cock oozed precum into my mouth, serving as a preview of what was to come.

I cupped Joshua's large, swaying balls with my hands, delicately massaging them.

Joshua moved his hand from caressing my hair to placing it on my shoulder. My heart fluttered a bit like it always did when Joshua needed to use my body for support. This strong, powerful 200 pound man was weak in the legs from the pleasure he was receiving

I moaned on Joshua's cock as I swirled my tongue around it. He was decidedly close to cumming and I wanted him to burst over the finish line, creaming my mouth with his hot sticky seed.

"Fuck," Joshua groaned aloud as his grip on my shoulder tightened.

Joshua was so close I could sense it.

Joshua's cock twitched in my mouth as cum rocketed out, splashing against the roof of my mouth, before pooling around my tongue, as more of Joshua's seed poured out of his cock into my mouth.

Over the years, I had grown accustomed to the taste of Joshua's seed. More than accustomed to it actually. I downright enjoyed the taste of his cum in my mouth. Hence, I was in no rush to swallow it. I slowly traced my lips off Joshua's still hard-cock, that was wet, but otherwise clean of his seed as I sat back on my legs.

Looking up at Joshua, I opened my mouth, showing him the creamy, virile load he had deposited in my slutty mouth, before eagerly swallowing it all in one fell swoop. I had no idea exactly how much of Joshua's cum I had swallowed over the years, but it had to be a lot.

"You're such a good girl," Joshua replied, looking down on me as he caressed my flush cheek with the back of his masculine hand.

"I love being a good girl. Your good girl," I offered softly.

"I'll go get our stuff," Joshua offered as he pulled up his pants.

"Can I help?" I asked.

"I got it, princess," Joshua replied, before disappearing out of the bedroom.

"Thank you," I replied, blushing at being called princess. I loved when Joshua called me that.

I got up and sat on the unmade bed and looked around. This could definitely be my bedroom I thought. As I caught my reflection in the mirror on the closet door, I couldn't help but smile. Things were so good and promised to only get better, I thought.

Chapter Three - Job Searching

Joshua and I had spent a day and a half doing what we did best. Fucking like wild rabbits in every room of the house, in an effort to ensure that every room was christened properly.

But Joshua had to report to the team today and I had things to attend to myself. Today, I was out looking for a job. We didn't really need the money, but I wanted to contribute financially to the household, and two, needed something to occupy my time so as to not go stir crazy.

Unfortunately, armed with a high school education from a school that no one had ever heard of, I wasn't qualified for much. But I had a bright smile, enthusiasm, and a stack of resumes, even if the content on them was wafer thin. In my two previous stops, I had worked as a hostess at a restaurant and then as a cashier at an auto parts store.

I was hoping for something a little bit better this time, maybe as a secretary or receptionist, a job where I could sit at a desk, answer phones, take notes, you know the usual office thing. Anything that was during daylight hours would be an added bonus, as it would allow me to attend Joshua's games which were mostly in the evening on weekdays.

I borrowed Joshua's vehicle today. After dropping him off at the ballpark, I had driven around town, going to various businesses with help wanted signs. Unfortunately, since I couldn't count on borrowing Joshua's car every day, I had to limit my job search to places that were on the bus line. I had already purchased a monthly pass in expectation of soon using it for my job.

Driving by a dentist's office, I noticed a help wanted sign and pulled the car in a spot outside, making sure to take one near the back as I wanted a space on either side of me. Joshua's SUV was pristine and I didn't want to damage it pulling into a parking spot.

After turning off the car, I took a breath and gathered myself. I could do this.

Chapter Four - Dentist Office Interview

I walked into the dentist's office, surprised to see that I had to walk down a flight of steps to get into the office. There was a woman seated behind the counter, along with an assortment of people in the waiting area,

"Can I help you, miss?" the receptionist asked.

"Hi I'm Madison and I'm here to inquire about the Help Wanted sign outside," I replied, with a bright smile.

"Of course," she replied. "The dentist is with a patient right now. He'll be with you when he can."

"Of course, thank you," I replied, before going to take a seat.

Ultimately, it took over an hour before the dentist was able to see me. I did my best to not get frustrated but I was wasting much of my day waiting here. But this job had a lot going for it, so I didn't want to leave before speaking with the dentist.

Finally, when the receptionist told me the dentist was free, I found myself being led down a small, narrow hallway toward a small office in the back.

"Good afternoon, miss, I'm Dr. Sullivan,." the dentist offered.

"Madison," I replied, shaking his hand and offering him a resume.

Dr. Sullivan took a moment to peruse my resume before commenting.

"This is as thin as it is varied," Dr. Sullivan commented. You're not running from the law, are you?"

I think he was mostly making a joke, but my resume had jobs listed in three different states, none of them being this one.

"My fiance is a minor league baseball player, Sir," I replied blushing. "But we're here for a while now."

"I see," Dr. Sullivan replied. "Why do you want to work here?"

"It's on the bus line, I've always wanted to get an office job, and I need to do something besides sitting at home all day," I replied.

"Our receptionist Chelsea wants to move to working two days a week," Dr. Sullivan offered. "I can offer you a Monday, Wednesday, and Friday schedule. Can you handle that?"

I would have preferred full-time employment, but anything would do.

"Yes, of course Dr. Sullivan. That would be wonderful," I quickly replied.

"Chelsea will have to train you for a couple of days on operations around here, but you should pick it up quickly," Dr. Sullivan noted.

"So I'm hired?" I asked, hopefully.

"Yes dear," Dr. Sullivan replied. "Be here at 8 am sharp tomorrow."

I blushed at being called dear by my new boss but I let it pass.

"I'll be here Dr. Sullivan," I replied, standing up.

"I'll see you then Madison," Dr. Sullivan replied.

I walked down the narrow hallway, fighting the urge to skip. New city, new job, and one step closer to my dream. While I wasn't skipping, there was a bright smile on my face.

On my way home from the dentist's office, I was so excited, I had gainful employment, albeit part time. But it was in a respectable field, and I could say I was pulling my weight, to some extent at least. Meanwhile, Joshua, my fiance, was a star baseball player, a passionate lover, and madly in love with me.

The car stereo was on, blaring my favorite hits, which I was actively singing along to as I drove, gesturing as the favorite parts of the song hit. When Joshua got home later tonight after his game, I was going to tell him the great news before going down on him once again.

Chapter Five - Two Weeks Later

Things were going great. I had picked up the job of being Dr. Sullivan's receptionist in no time. It was mostly just filing, handling appointments, and greeting customers. All things I could handle.

Today it was Wednesday, I was supposed to be working, but a water main break had shut off water service in the area. This meant Dr. Sullivan couldn't serve his clients and had cancelled his appointments for the day and sent me and the dental hygienists home for the day.

I was seated on the bus, hoping to get home before Joshua left for the ballpark. I groaned as the bus stopped on nearly every block to let people out or get on, increasing the chances that Joshua would leave before I got to see him and offer him a kiss and wished him good luck in tonight's game.

Finally, the bus arrived at my stop. I grabbed my purse and walked down the narrow aisle on the bus, exiting out the front of the vehicle. Our townhouse was about a block from the bus stop and I walked quickly hoping to catch Joshua. I smiled brightly as I spotted Joshua's SUV in its usual spot right outside our townhouse.

I pulled my keys out of my purse and walked toward the front door. But as I walked toward the door, something caught my eye, through the front window. I thought I was imagining things at first. But then I took a second look, surreptitiously.

I gasped at what I saw as I peered in the window. Joshua was on the couch, getting blown by some red-headed hottie. I didn't recognize her but no doubt she was one of the groupies who hung out outside the stadium, eager for the players' attention.

My first instinct was to rush into the apartment and do unspeakable things to the woman who was stealing my man. But that would lead me into a heap of trouble and wouldn't solve my main problem. So, slowly, I walked away from the townhouse, back toward the street, unsure of my next steps.

Internally, I felt feelings of rage combined with despair, inadequacy, and humiliation. My fiance, the man I loved, thought so little of our relationship that he had invited another girl back to our home to orally service him. It was humiliating, degrading, but even more than that a shot to my very core. I had given everything to Joshua and he had cast that aside, in favor of getting orally serviced from some no-name hottie.

Eventually I ended up at a coffee shop. I figured this would be a good place to just sit, sip a latte, and commiserate while I waited for Joshua to leave for the ballpark. But after getting my latte and sitting at a table by the window, large tears started to run down my face, likely ruining my makeup as I resisted the urge to slam my hands into the table.

Instead I made my way toward the restroom, where I sat in a stall and cried it out there. When I had cried all the tears that my body could produce there was a huge pit in my stomach, a hole of emptiness telling me that everything I had believed in, everything was a lie.

Reaching into my purse, I grabbed tissues and blew my nose before blotting the residual tears off my cheeks using fresh tissues. I stepped out of my

I walked into the coffee shop, thankfully no one took note of my red eyes. I sat back down at the table and took a sip of my latte that was thankfully still hot. As I drank my latte, I contemplated what I had just seen. Joshua, my fiance, had cheated on me, in our home no less.

I thought back to my parents. Years back, my dad had cheated on my mom, with some barfly at the local watering hole. Back then my dad didn't drink so much and my mom had taken him back, probably mostly because divorce would have meant a worse financial situation for the both of them, along with my sister and I.

Here, if I broke up with Joshua, it would no doubt mean that I was worse off financially, but that was only me. I was still young, I could pick up the pieces and start a life on my own.

But, intrusive thoughts ran through my head imploring me to find a way to forgive Joshua, that it was the smart play and that he was young and could grow into the man I had thought he was. But my conscience kept reminding me that he would always be like this and that I would never trust him. Not when I was at work, not when he was out with his teammates, and certainly not when he was on a road trip.

Who knows, maybe this wasn't even the first time, just the first time that I had caught him in the act and I had just been too hopelessly in love to notice.

I thought about the type of life that I wanted. And I didn't want a life where I had to wonder if my fiance or husband was cheating on me with women he had just met. It didn't matter how many home runs he hit or what job I had to take to make ends meet, fidelity in a partner was paramount and non-negotiable.

Committed to my path, I pulled out my phone and started searching for places to live. Ones I could hopefully afford.

Chapter Six - Next Morning

I awoke in the morning with a renewed focus and considerable vigor, more so than I had expected. I also had a full suitcase in my closet that was packed to the gills, filled with every one of my possessions that I could cram into it.

Looking over, I looked down on Joshua, seeing that he was slumbering peacefully, like he didn't have a care or worry in the world. Well not for long.

In bed last night, we had made love, at Joshua's urging. I acquiesced to his advances to keep the ruse up but had bent over on all fours to help feign my interest in fucking him. As he had fucked me, I had thought about all the good times over the last three years, but also had wondered about all the other times that Joshua had likely cheated on me. It was like a blitz, running through my head, nonstop.

Getting out of bed, I walked down the steps into the kitchen, before doing what I did every morning, which was preparing a protein shake for Joshua. It was part of what allowed his muscles to grow so large and made him so strong, along with a ton of protein in his diet.

After finishing the protein shake, I started to empty the dishwasher that I had run last night after making dinner for myself. The last dinner I would eat in this home. It took about 45 minutes, but finally, I heard Joshua rustling upstairs, before making his way downstairs.

"Morning babe," Joshua observed as he came down the steps, seeing me standing there in my trademark sundress with his protein shake in hand.

"I made you your protein shake," I replied, cheerfully. "Chocolate. Your favorite."

"What would I do without babe?" Joshua asked as he took his protein shake.

Like always, Joshua unscrewed the cap and housed the damn thing, guzzling it like there was no tomorrow.

"You know that won't happen," I replied as Joshua chugged his protein shake.

"I'm going to watch some television," Joshua replied.

"I'll be in soon, I just need to finish cleaning up here," I replied with a smile.

Joshua went into the living room and put on ESPN, like always. There were talking heads, I'm not sure who, damn near yelling at each other about some mundane sports topic. I don't know why guys liked this so much, but it wasn't my business.

I scrubbed down every surface in the kitchen, wanting every surface in here to be pristine when Joshua returned home tonight.

Looking to my left, I bit my lip and thought about the extra ingredients that I had put into Joshua's protein shake this morning, specifically sleeping pills and allergy medications, the drowsy kind. I had googled it yesterday at the coffee shop about the proper amount to put people out for a couple of hours and on how long they would take to kick in.

After finishing up in the kitchen, I joined Joshua on the couch. Soon, despite the yelling on the television, Joshua's eyelids were growing heavy, indicating the modifications to Joshua's protein shake were taking effect.

"Did you not sleep well babe?" I asked, caressing his muscular chest.

"I slept fine," Joshua groaned, before yawning widely.

This caused me to reflexively yawn as well, which I think helped spur Joshua along. Soon enough, Joshua was slumbering on the couch, snoring loudly. I smirked at my fiance, taken in by the drink that I had given him.

I returned to the kitchen and grabbed the note that I had written yesterday and put in my purse for safekeeping.

Joshua,

When I came home yesterday, I found you getting orally serviced by the redhead. I never suspected you would be a cheater, but I was wrong. I don't know if this was the first time or you've been cheating on me for a while now. Either way, I don't care. Once is too much. I'm leaving you. Don't contact me. I've already blocked your cell phone number.

Madison

PS - you'll find your car at the ballpark

With that, I went upstairs, packed my suitcase with the essentials, lugged it down the steps, and left the apartment that I had called home for mere days now. It was time to head over to the ballpark. I figured I had a couple of hours before Joshua woke up and read my note. That was enough time for what I had planned.

Chapter Seven - Locker Room Shenanigans

Using Joshua's pass, I parked at the player's lot at the ball park. Being the minor league's security was minimal. I got out of the car, slipped into the building where Joshua had entered the time I had dropped him off and made my way down the concreted corridor, before arriving at my destination.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself before pulling on the door marked Players Only. As I slipped into the room, I took the surroundings in. The room was large, lined with lockers, and the team logo was on the carpet in the middle of the room. There were maybe 8 or 9 players here already and they were in various states of undress and were milling around.

It was obvious that I had got here before most of the players typically arrived. Which was perfectly fine by me. Even all these guys would be a handful, so to speak.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" a voice called out.

I turned and saw it was Tyler, a pitcher, tall, probably 6'3", had a cute goatee, and probably a few years older than me. He wasn't a top prospect like Joshua, but was still a good player and it seemed like everyone on the team liked him. I walked up to Tyler, pressed my body into his and looked up at him.

"Joshua cheated on me, with one of those groupies who hangs outside the ballpark," I replied. "I'm getting back at him by fucking his teammates, right here, right now. Unless none of you are man enough to fuck me."

A lurid smirk crossed Tyler's face, telling me that he was solidly into my offer.

"Hey guys, that pompous douchebag Joshua cheated on his innocent, gorgeous fiance Madison here," Tyler observed.

A chorus of boos rang out from Joshua's teammates, presumably voicing displeasure at Joshua's behavior. And probably indicating their disapproval of him as a teammate. Meanwhile, I blushed at being called gorgeous.

"Madison is getting back at Joshua, by fucking everyone here," Tyler replied.

I saw an assortment of eyes grow wide as the guys' faces expressed surprise, even shock at what Tyler had just said.

"Is that true Madison?" Brayden, the team's catcher asked.

"Yes, but only if you don't have a girlfriend," I called out. "Be honest. I don't want to ruin any relationships."

A couple of guys made their way for the exits, presumably heeding my words. Meanwhile, Tyler turned me to face him as his hand took a firm grasp of my shoulder.

"On your knees, slut," Tyler ordered, as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

Slowly I sank to my knees, in the middle of the locker room, right by the logo on the ground. Tyler dropped his pants, revealing his erect cock and he slapped it on my face, before feeding it into my mouth, gagging me with it as he held my head, as he thrusted his cock in and out of my mouth.

"Horny little cocksucker," Tyler observed as he force fed me his cock as I looked up at him.

I had purposely not worn makeup today. I anticipated getting face-fucked by a swarm of horny, testosterone laden baseball players and this would ensure mascara and eyeliner weren't running down my face.

Tyler's teammates crowded around him watching as I eagerly slurped on his cock using years of practice that I had honed on Joshua, to now provide pleasure to his teammate.

As Tyler grunted at my wanton sucking of his cock, I knew he was close. Tyler's grasp of my head tightened as his cock exploded in my mouth, spraying it with hot sticky seed. It was right then, on my knees, surrounded by baseball players that I found out cum tastes different from guy to guy. Tyler's essence in my mouth was sweeter than Joshua's, but no less delightful. I wasted no time in eagerly swallowing it.

"Get her up on the couch. We can take her from both ends," Omar, the right fielder, called out.

I found a mass of hands on my body, grabbing me, before getting carried to the couch where I was placed on all fours, where Brayden brought his erect cock to my mouth, while a foreign pair of hands flipped up my sundress and ripped off my panties.

I wrapped my lips around Brayden's hard cock as the man behind me plunged his cock deep in my pussy, resulting in me groaning on Brayden's cock as I felt myself getting stretched out. Brayden had a firm grasp of the back of my head while the player behind me had a firm grasp of my hips as he started stroking in and out of me. It was like I was trapped, immobilized between the two guys as their cocks attempted to meet in the middle.

Meanwhile, the rest of the early arriving players were crowded around me, eagerly watching as their teammates used me for their benefit.

"You love this cock, don't you slut," Brayden taunted as he looked down on me.

"Mmm-hmm," I moaned as my lower body radiated heat from getting used and passed around in the locker room.

All this was a turn on. Getting fucked by the players, having them watch, and getting back at Joshua.

My well-honed oral techniques quickly as Brayden was on the verge of cumming as I bobbed up and down on his cock. He was groaning at my slutty manipulations of his cock, as his hand stroked my hair.

"Fuck," Brayden groaned as cum spurted out of his cock and into my awaiting mouth.

Greedily I swallowed it all and smiled, looking up at Brayden after he withdrew his cock from my mouth.

"Thank you for the deposit," I replied with a smile and a wink.

Omar replaced Brayden and stood before me, waving his member right before me. Omar was the only black player on the team. I had heard rumors about black guys and their members from players' girlfriends at prior stops and while I wasn't sure it was true, Omar certainly lived up to the billing. Although his 6'4" frame might have something to do with it as well.

I tried to corral his girthy member with my mouth, but Omar stopped me.

"Have you ever had black cock before Madison?" Omar asked.

"No," I pouted softly, as I continued getting fucked from behind. Getting fucked caused my voice to be higher than normal.

"Do you love it?" Omar asked.

I looked down and examined Omar's cock. Large, girthy, ominously bulging out from his lower abdomen. It was like a sexy anaconda that only I could tame.

"I love your big black cock, Omar," I called out for everyone to hear.

"Such a good slut," Omar replied, before smacking my face with his cock, much to the amusement of his teammates, who let out a loud cheer.

I blushed profusely in humiliation, but soon found Omar ramming his cock in my mouth, forcing me to open wide, nearly unhinging my jaw to accommodate his girthy member.

Like the guys before me, Omar started facefucking me, causing even more tears to run down my cheeks. Meanwhile I was fast approaching an orgasm from whoever was fucking me from behind. It was glorious, liberating, and surreal all at the same time.

While Omar's cock was girthy, I found that I could take much of his member into not only my mouth but also my throat, due to the angle that he had coaxed me into. It was like my entire body was aligned to allow Omar's cock to push deep inside of me.

"You, going to deepthroat my cock slut?" Omar asked as he pushed his cock even deeper in my throat.

"Mmmm," I moaned in response, muffled by the cock in my mouth.

I was so close to cumming. So close. I needed to cum. Right here. Have all the guys see me cum as they used my body to get off and humiliate their teammate.

I briefly wondered how close the cocks impaling me from opposite ends were to each other. But something else demanded my attention. I was about to cum. My pussy was gushing, sweat pooled on my lower back and beaded on my temples as my nipples grew hard and sensitive.

"She's about to cum!" someone called out, apparently sensing my increased moaning on Omar's cock.

My soft brown eyes looked up at him, desperately pleading with him.

I squealed loudly as my entire body writhed as I came on the cock fucking me from behind, casuing my pussy to clamp down on the cock fucking me, attempting to coax his seed deep inside of me.

"Fuck that's tight!," a loud voice groaned out behind me as I felt the player cum deep in my pussy.

I squealed on Omar's cock as I came on the cock thrusting in and out of my pussy as heat and pleasure surged through my entire body, flooding my brain with endorphins. My orgasm and pussy clamping down on the cock fucking me caused the man behind me to spasm, creaming my pussy with ropes of his fertile seed.

Slowly, the man behind me pulled out, causing an empty, almost yearning feeling in my pussy. Despite getting used, I wanted, needed, more cock. And I knew exactly who I wanted to fuck me next.

Looking up at Omar, I extricated my mouth from his cock, and pleaded with him.

"Omar, please fuck my pussy with your big black cock," I pleaded while stroking his member finding I couldn't fit my entire hand around it.

"You want me to fuck you how Joshua never did?" Omar asked, stroking my cheek.

"Please fuck me deep and cum deep in my pussy," I pleaded softly to a huge roar from the assembled masses.

"Only because you asked so nicely, Madison," Omar replied, as he softly caressed my face.

Omar moved behind me, before firmly swatting my ass, causing me to wince and squeal, along with causing his teammates to cheer in approval. I was bent over, face down, ass up as Omar rubbed his cock against my wet pussy lips, teasing me, tormenting me with his thick tool.

"Please fuck my pussy, Omar," I pleaded, arching my back even more.

My submission was rewarded with another firm swat of my ass. But sure enough, Omar pushed inside of me, stretching me out, while his teammates cheered at their teammate's fiance being defiled before their eyes.

Meanwhile, I was in heaven as another gorgeous cock stroked in and out of my pussy. I was hot, eager to cum again, and titillated with excitement. Any feeling of embarrassment of submitting myself to so many guys was overtaken and then some with the euphoria coursing through my body at that moment.

Meanwhile Robbie, a relief pitcher, grabbed my hair, pulling my head up, before guiding my mouth toward his erect cock that was pleading for some extra special attention.

Robbie pushed his cock deep into my mouth in one fell swoop, gagging me on it, to the delight of his teammates. As Omar fucked me from behind, pushing me forward, I found myself gagging on Robbie's cock with each of Omar's thrusts.

My eyes watered as my pussy cried out to cum again. I found myself moaning on Robbie's cock as Omar was expertly stroking in and out of my gaped pussy from behind. I was nothing but a slutty fucktoy for the team while more than half a dozen players observed my submission to them.

I was immobilized once again between the two large men, just a slutty vessel for their wanton desires. And thanks to Omar's thick cock stretching me out, I was quickly on the verge of another orgasm.

I squealed, moaned, and writhed as Omar pumped his cock in and out of my pussy. The involuntary convulsions of my body caused Robbie to cum in my mouth which I greedily swallowed, the third load I had taken in my belly.

After Robbie exited, no one replaced him, leaving me bent over, taking Omar's thick cock deep inside of me, while I squealed in pleasure, while my breasts swayed with each forceful thrust of his deep in my pussy.

The guys were clearly reveling in my submission, Joshua's humiliation, and the group sex they would no doubt revisit when they needed inspiration for a solo session. But I was enthralled too. This was the most surreal experience of my young life and I was fully engrossed in it.

"Fuck," I moaned as Omar's thick cock had me approachign another orgasm.

"Take it you horny slut," Omar crowed out with a firm smack of my ass.

"Fuck me," I squealed.

"What an eager slut," someone called out. I wasn't sure who, but it didn't matter. I was a slut for Omar's cock at the moment and nothing could stop me from that.

"I'm gonna nut in that gaped pussy of yours," Omar called out with another firm swat of my ass.

"Seed my slutty pussy," I squealed.

I was so close to cumming again. So close. It didn't matter that my mouth tasted of cum, my pussy was stretched out or that my ass burned and was likely a bright hue of pink. All I wanted was to cum again.

Omar pushed on my back, arching at as he continued to thrust. I squealed with each of his hard thrusts deep inside of me.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I cried as Omar thrusted deep inside of me.

Omar grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, before grunting loudly, as his cock twitched deep inside of me, coating my pussy with ropes of his seed. When Omar gasped he let go of my hair, before pulling his cock out of my pussy, causing me to gasp at the empty feeling as I collapsed on the couch.

In the wake of cumming on Omar's thick tool, I was gathering myself, panting as I tried to regain a semblance of self control. But the feeling of another man, climbing onto the couch behind me, told me there would be no rest for the weary as the guys were still eager to use me and get back at their teammate.

"Woah!" I cried out as the head of someone's cock pressed against my asshole.

I turned back and saw Javier Gomez behind me. Javier was a prospect like Joshua. But not ranked as highly and Joshua had taken his spot at 3rd base. So Joshua was currently playing 2nd base and left field.

"That was my ass," I cried out in surprise.

My surprise was because my ass was virgin territory.

"Your fiance took my position, I'm taking your ass," Javier replied with narrow eyes.

Seeing Jaview who had been wronged by Joshua in the way I had, melted away my resistance.

"Okay," I pouted softly.

Javier dribbeled lube over my ass and his cock before taking a firm grasp of my hips. I buried my head into the couch and relaxed, awaiting the inevitable.

"Fuck!" I cried out as Javier cock pushed inside of me, stretching my ass, and fucking me where Joshua had never fucked me before.

"You love it," Javier called out with a firm swat of my ass that reverberated through the locker room.

"Fuck that's deep," I cried out.

I started to moan and squeal with each thrust of Javier's cock deep in my gaped asshole. Instead of someone using my mouth while Javier ass fucked me, his teammates seemed content to watch Javier deflower my virgin ass.

I could feel approximately a half dozen sets of eyes trained on my ass, watching Javier's cock disappearing inside my stretched-out asshole. I had never envisioned getting ass fucked but now I was doing it and had a plethora of witness to attest to it.

I'm not sure if it was the tightness of my ass, fucking his teammates' fiance, or just overeagerness on his part, but it seemed like Javier was quickly approaching orgasm as his groans grew fast very quickly as he pumped in and out of me.

"Cum in my ass!" I cried out, hoping to coax Javier over the finish line.

"Take it girl," Javier grunted as he pushed deep inside of me once more, as his cock erupted deep inside of my ass.

"Fuck," I squealed at the feeling of Javier's cum getting shot deep inside of my ass.

"You were so good, Madison," Javier observed with a playful smack of my ass, while he lingered deep inside of me.

"Thank gosh," I moaned as Javier withdrew his cock from my ass.

I slumped on the couch, my ass gaped, cum leaking out of my pussy while my mouth tasted of cum. My ass was gaped and I was spent. Like totally spent.

"I think she's had enough," Tyler observed, stepping in to prevent anyone else from taking a turn with me.

"What a trooper though. I didn't think Madison had it in her," someone else called out.

"Revenge is a powerful drug," Omar replied.

Laying there, a hot mess, overcome with emotion, I certainly had to agree.

Chapter Eight - New Beginnings

10 minutes later, Tyler escorted me out of the stadium and stood with me, until an Uber picked me up. The guys had provided me with a team pullover and ball cap to wear, providing me some cover after what had just occurred in the locker room. Joshua was nowhere to be found. I imagined he was still asleep.

By now, the adrenaline coursing in my bloodstream had subsided just a touch and I could plainly feel the soreness in both my pussy and ass. I decided it would likely be there for a day or two. I was hoping the heat radiating from my ass cheeks where Omar had spanked me would subside before then.

The gatorade the guys had given me had helped wash some of the residual taste of cum and cock out of my mouth, but it still lingered along with an aching in my jaw from being unhinged for so long.

"Where are you going to go?" Tyler asked.

"Find a place," I replied. "Something cheap."

"Good luck to you," Tyler offered.

"Thanks," I replied, as my Uber pulled up.

"Madison," Tyler called out as I started to walk toward the Uber, dragging my suitcase.

"Yes?" I asked.

"You're a friend of the team," Tyler said. "We all look out for each other. If you need anything, reach out."

I found myself nodding to Tyler's offer. The validation and acknowledgment was reassuring. I didn't have much of a support structure outside of Joshua, and I was glad someone else would be there for me if I needed it.

I walked around the back of the Uber and, using most of my strength, lifted my heavy suitcase into the trunk of the car, before climbing into the vehicle on the passenger side. I sat mostly in silence as the Uber drove off.

While I had been vague with Tyler I knew where I was going. There was an extended stay motel, I rode past on the bus to my job at the dentist's office. It was cheap, on the bus line, and would work for now until I made more money, even if it wasn't the best place.

It also was nothing more than a 5 minute drive from the ballpark and I was soon outside of it. I thanked the Uber driver for the ride and hopped out of the vehicle before dragging my suitcase out of the trunk.

Pulling it, I lumbered into the lobby, finding a man seated behind the counter.

"Good afternoon, miss," the clerk offered.

"I'd like to rent a room. For a month," I offered.

"ID and credit card please," the clerk offered.

I produced the ID and placed it before the clerk. I doubted that most people had a smile on their face when checking into an extended stay motel, but today I did. This was the start of my new life, and I was going to thrive on my own merits.

Epilogue

Two months later, I was seated in the ballpark along the first base line, about 10 rows back, watching Joshua's team play. Despite breaking up with him, I still enjoyed watching the games. That and plus I was craving nachos with jalapenos on top along with a cool, refreshing beer.

Shortly after breaking up with Joshua, I had taken a job at a nearby strip club, called The Silk Rose, to make ends meet, working under the stage name Savannah.

At the club, I had leaned into a cowgirl theme, wearing a pink cowboy hat, and matching handkerchief around my neck for my opening dance every night I worked. Combined with the bit of twang in my accent, I had quickly fast become one of the more popular dancers as the customers flocked to me and I had garnered more than a few regulars. Some of Joshua's teammates had even stopped into the club to get a dance or even a bit more from me.

I no longer lived at the extended stay hotel and had rented an apartment. It was small, modest, but it had two bedrooms and was in a decent part of town. My sister was due to arrive in a couple of days where she had enrolled in the local community college this fall.

Meanwhile, Joshua's promising career took a turn for the worse in the wake of me fucking his teammates in the locker room. Having never faced serious adversity before, Joshua struggled to cope, compartmentalize, and focus on the task at hand. When he had been promoted to Double-A, Joshua had been hitting.357 and had followed that up with two solid weeks of play in the new league. But after I left him, Joshua had apparently spiraled a bit. Now, after two months in Double-A, he was hitting.179.

Articles in the local newspaper were calling for him to be sent back to Single-A. The fans had turned on him and he had fallen in the batting order from 3rd to 7th, ahead of only the catcher and shortstop.

I never intended for Joshua's fall from grace to be so dramatic, but I certainly wasn't bemoaning it either. The ring he had given me, I had pawned for cash as I saw no need to keep it. Sometimes, I found myself wondering how things were back at the townhouse. Joshua had never learned to cook, besides using the microwave, and I had done all the housework when we lived together. I imagined there were a lot of microwave meals in a messy home for Joshua.

As I looked at my watch, I groaned. It was 8:30 pm. I had to be on stage at 10 pm. I really wanted to finish watching the game, but work beckoned. I got up out of my seat and started to make my way up the steps toward the concourse.

Despite wearing a ballcap pulled down, I knew that some of the fans knew I was Joshua's former fiance and that we had broken up. Word traveled fast in a small town. Especially in the social media age. But that was okay, as being Joshua's former fiance helped drive interest in my services as a dancer. I wouldn't be surprised if more than a handful of fans in attendance at the game made their way to the strip club to see me work the pole later tonight.

As I walked into the concourse, I couldn't help but smile. Things weren't going as I planned when Joshua and I had first come to town a couple of months ago, but I had a feeling that they were going to work out. For me at least.

The End