The HR King Hits One Out of the Park on Wife’s Throat
the kind beautiful ballpark built in the 1920s
when Babe Ruth was the sultan swatting
when architecture carved and chiseled
with details and craftsmanship
people filled nearly every seat
sun glazed the east side with sugar
this was the season that the Latin Express
as he was nicknamed
would break the all time home run record
today he struck out in his first at bat
he stared at her as he un-velcroed his gloves
his green eyes looking her up and down
sunglasses, thick lips, tits cleaved out of tank top
then he disappeared into the dugout
and she looked at her husband
who seemed to have missed the HR King eating up
his hot, young wife
during the next inning
the usher gave her a note
with a scribbled message:
meet me behind door D13
ask the usher how
signed
Latin Express
she stuffed the note into her purse
then sat there frozen
and watched a half inning before she got up
the gumption
he wanted her
he was gorgeous
who knows where this could lead
a date, dinner, the red carpet of something
but she wasn’t a cheater
this was different!
she excused herself from him
walked to the door beside the nacho vendor
a guard saw her, took the note, opened the door
she took a stairway to a tunnel
behind the dugout
he was there in his pinstripe uniform
holding a bat
she froze when she saw him
they were alone in the tunnel
he was huge!
no wonder he was so tall
he needed the height to keep that thing
from knocking him over
he was massive!
she heard the loudspeaker
announcing a player to bat
the crowd cheered
muffled by the tunnel
“your moans will be muffled too!”
she looked up at him with meek eyes
the organ music rumbled its bass notes
off the concrete walls
the announcer’s voice popped
out the speaker in the blue and white hallway
“now deepthroating, number sixty-nine”
first the door, then the tunnel, now the announcer
was the whole place rigged
for the HR King
were there kneeling women in many other
secured tunnels?
she felt the cold concrete
on the back of her head
the warm cockhead on her tonsils
like one was the defense
the other trying to score
both fighting it out
the wall held its ground, but
the player’s big cock burst through
hit a towering home run
cock sliding right down her throat
bulging
were her eyes
was her throat
was her humiliation
from a flirt from stands
she got facefucked in a tunnel
just because he was famous
just because he was handsome
just because he was rich
just because he was the home-run king
she was sitting
one tit out of the tank top
drool running down her chin
onto that cold tit with hard nipple
her jean skirt hiked up
and her pink panties soaked
back in the stands after three pop-ups
he’s wondering where his wife went
the music is organ and then voices screaming, charge!”
he has his baseball bat behind her neck
her hands are on it
her tits are both out now and covered in drool
each time the organ riffs he jams his massive dick
up her throat with the “charge”
then he smacks her face and tits
and repeats
shes moaning, and breathing heavy
gasping for breath
screaming for mercy
“take the whole motherfuckin thing,
you dumb asian slut!”
he jams it in her
she pushes back off his thighs
he’s too strong
the usher answers the husband’s questions
“do you know where she went? have you seen her?”
he gives no inkling of knowing she’s in the tunnel
he shoots it at her mouth
holding his gaint cock up
to her full lips
the cum jets out
it splotches but misses the mouth
it stains her blue cheeks
her yellow Asian skin going white
it drips off of the tunnel slut
smearing her tits and her yellow tank top
he stands back, towering over her, and watches her
then rubs the cum from her cheek into her mouth
using his penis as a spoon—
he’s almost tender now that he destroyed her—
he feeds her him
she realizes she wishes it were in her womb
after she swallows it he says:
go back to your hushand
and kiss him, whore
A Nasty Baseball FaceFucking Video
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