Play Ball (Gangbang Breeding Erotica)

The office league softball game is coming. With an impotent husband and a career that is hanging by a thread, Lisa makes a desperate wager that will set the course of her entire future. If she wins, her reward is a future of wealth and security. If she loses, her body is the reward that goes to the victors, to use as a tool for their lust. Unfortunately for her, neither Lisa or her team are very good at softball.

This 8600 word story contains explicit scenes, including oral sex, anal sex, double-penetration, multiple penetration, and gangbang sex with a team of interracial men. It also includes breeding / impregnation, and a young woman having every hole filled with liters of cum.

Adults Only. All characters in this work are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

"There's only one way I'd take such a shitty bet," Alan said. An evil and sarcastic grin was splitting his face.

"And what's that?" Lisa asked, a momentary surge of hope rising within her.

"You've got a tight little package there," he said, letting his eyes roam up and down Lisa's body as he stood half in the entrance of the elevator. "After your team loses the game, you have to $%#@ every single guy on our team. All nine of them. You agree to that, and I'll take your bet."

Lisa was so shocked and offended that all she could do was stand there with her mouth open. She couldn't believe the man would even suggest such a thing. Even if it was a joke, it was a disgusting one that went way too far.

"Yeah, I didn't think so," Alan said derisively. As he turned and started to leave the elevator again he called back, "I knew you'd be too chicken#@$%."

"Wait!" Lisa growled, stopping him in his tracks again. She was desperate, but was she really this desperate? Could she really put so much on the line, just for her career? But then, all she had to do was win the game, and none of that would matter.

"You're on. It's a bet."

Alan stopped again, then looked back at her with a dubious grin. "You aren't serious, are you?"

"What?" Lisa said, mocking him now. "You're not turning chicken@#%$ yourself, are you?"

"Hardly," Alan said. "I just don't think you'll go through with it when you lose. I think you'll run away and hide."

"I don't run away from anything," Lisa said confidently.

"Really now?" Alan said. He stepped back into the elevator and pressed a button on the panel, sending the machine back into motion. "So prove it."

"Prove it?" Lisa repeated as the elevator started to move again. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"Show me what you're willing to do," Alan said. He pushed the button on the elevator to stop the car between two floors, and immediately began to unbuckle his belt right in front of Lisa's eyes.