Yes the job sucked. But not this day, my friends.

At first I thought, “sweet, the pay is good and there’s free baseball.” But the heat is no joke. And most little kids want to come and punch you in the nuts. Even if they offered health insurance this job would suck.

The day in question, Your Honor, was unlike any before. That’s not true. It started just as shitty as usual. After the game I post up in front of a huge mural for photo ops with the drunken fans.

Now, if anyone has ever worked customer service, and you’ve seen a Moms Night Out group walking in? I don’t care if it’s a restaurant, a comedy club, or a fucking CVS - buckle up. Cuz it’s either gonna be fun or hell.

These ladies. 4 of them. Laughing and stumbling in their high heels. They were all matching. Team Tank tops, cut off jean shorts, and sunglasses. All blonde but one brunette.

“Hey handsome,” the pawg leader says.

Yes, the leader was a super pawg. If you grew up in the 90’s this would be a pog you’d wanted to hit with your slammer. Her ass was insane. So big and bubbly I could see it through my stupid mesh eye holes.

She comes up and puts her arm around me.

“Come on girls, we have to get a picture with the censored!”

They all laugh and head over.

Pawg leader holds me tight. The others flank around. I’m not sure how they did it, but one of them managed to squeeze my right ass cheek through all the felt and stuffing.

Speaking of stuffing. That one squeezing signal to my brain made me want to stuff all four of these filthy cougars.

So yes. I started to get a little chub. It happens. But I have a big ass outfit, so it shouldn’t be a problem as long as it stays half chub, maybe 3/4’s chub. But if I grow to my full potential. My FULL 7 inch cock throb. (6 and a half, if we are being honest) then we might have a problem.

The tall one. Let’s call her Lisa Leslie. She’s got the long arms so they get her to take the selfie.

Then the PAWG strikes. She says, “let’s do a naughty one!”

They cackle with delight. Which immediately makes me think of my witch kink. (I want a witch that needs my cum for a spell and I fall in love with her but as soon as she’s finished she doesn’t need me anymore and throws me out like eye of toad.)

So Lisa sticks out her tongue and pretends to squeeze her tit.

Jesus. These girls are something else.

The second tallest, third shortest, latina momma, faces away from the camera and completely bends over and spreads her denim covered ass cheeks.

One of them is shy. And she’s the one I immediately want the most.

But the pawg. 😈

She’s holding my junk.

First try, didn’t take her any searching. She found it on the first try.

It takes the other girls a second to notice, and when they do they all laugh. The shy one gets red.

And even redder when the pawg “pretends” to stroke me. Which means she actually is stroking me.

They keep taking photos and checking how it looks. Unsatisfied. When the pawg let’s go, my cock springs up under my costume.

People are filing past us, and I’m hoping the cougars take as many photos as they want. Maybe videos. Maybe I’ll suggest a video to really drive the “joke” home. How fun would it be for them to post on their Instagram a video of them getting fucked by a big plushy?

They reassemble for more slutty pictures. The pawg doesn’t grab my dick this time. Damnit. She’s grabbing my side instead. Like she’s tickling me? Idk. But she keeps tickling me near my side pockets. The one with the …

She finds the secret slit inside one of my pockets (in case I need to access the inside of my costume. )

Her hand stays inside. Fuck. She intended to do this. Her hand touches my sweaty tshirt.

The girls are cackling. Now they all take turns handing Lisa Leslie their phones.

The pawg is caressing my stomach under my shirt. Under my costume. Surrounded by people.

She is laughing and talking as if nothings happening and I don’t know if her friends know.

She works her fingers that feel like hot velvet towards the wasteband of my basketball shorts.

She looks up at me. Which means she’s looking into a big dumb mascot head. She finds an eyehole and leans in.

“You want me, don’t you, censored?”

I can’t speak. It’s a rule. And I’m a fucking professional. I’m gonna win the first mascot Oscar.

So I nod my big cartoon head.

She bites her lip as I feel her fingers graze through my pubes.

The shy one is less red now as the pictures keep snapping. She’s sticking her tongue through her two fingers like she’s eating pussy.

Yes.

That’s when I feel a strong grip on the base of my cock. That’s also when I noticed there’s a line forming.

The pawg knows. She’s a mom, I bet. Her situational awareness is peak. She also knows the desperate speed of a quickie.

She is going to town on my hard cock under the suit. She has no idea who I am and she is jacking me off like we are teenagers in the car at the mall parking lot.

She leans in again. “Let it go, baby,” she whispers.

I look at Lisa Leslie, who is pulling her shirt down to show more cleavage.

The Latina momma, is somehow sitting on the ground in front of me, facing the camera and holding both her legs straight out to the side. Those are short shorts … she’s gotta be showing some cunt …

The shy one is glancing at me. Looking into my actual eyes. She’s sexily biting her index finger with a popped brow. The little vixen.

I’m so close to coming.

Fuck it. I hate this job.

I don’t hold back.

I spank the pawg’s ass with my furry paw. Squeeze her fat ass cheek as I cum all over her hand.

“Alright girls, let’s head out!” The pawg says as she pulls her hand out of my mascot body. As she does, she deftly wipes all her complimentary cum on my clothes and my costume. So deftly, that when she pulls her hand out, it’s clean.

But she still looks me in the eye and licks her middle finger.

I told my manager I threw up, which means it’ll be deep cleaned.

Then I quit.