Where you at, basketball fans? It's that time of year! I know you have already started making your NCAA tournament predictions. You get a hard-on waiting for that must-see matchup. You cum in your britches thinking about who will make that awe-inspiring last-second shot to be remembered for years to come. But, amidst your unbreakable focus on that round orange ball, don't forget about your mate on the bench, impatiently waiting for the season to end. 

He is no different. This time of year basketball captures all his attention. But, I want his attention.

It is Saturday and I spy him sitting on the couch in his comfy sweats. I know he doesn't have any undies on underneath as I can see the outline of his cock, hanging freely. Feeling horny, I stroll over and hop on his lap in my comfy sweats, straddling him. With my sweet pussy starting to grind against his fat cock, I expect to be fucking within the next few minutes. Wrong! 

He gives me a quick kiss then darts his head around me, seeking his beloved TV screen. I am playing man-to-man defense and match his moves. We keep up this dodge-play with him stretching his neck like an ostrich trying to see the game, as I keep trying to block his line of vision with my lovely face.

He groans and says, "Babe, the big game is today and I can't see it with you on top of me."

Grrrrr. "But I don't like basketball," I whine.

"I know, but I do. Please go find something to do while I watch the game."

Hmmph. Pouting I slide off his lap onto a vacant spot on the couch. Time for a new play. 

I get up and go to the bedroom and gather my new toys in my arms. After returning to the couch, I sit back down and dump them on the cushion between us. He looks over at all my toys with a priceless, shocked look on his face. The game has started - on TV and at home.

"Babe? What are those?"

"Well, let's see - nipple clamps, a flogger, a vibrator, and a big dildo," I answer nonchalantly, as I finger my new playthings. I made sure the dildo was a little bigger than his cock just for extra giggles. Hee hee

"No, I know what they are. I mean what are you doing with them?" he asks still sporting a bewildered look on his handsome face.

"Oh, well, I bought them to play with while you watch your basketball games. Don't mind me, just watch your game," I say as I pick up the nipple clamps.

He frowns and raises an eyebrow, loudly sighing. "I know what you're doing."

"What? I'm not doing anything except entertaining myself while you focus on your game," I reply innocently.

He eyes me suspiciously but then returns his attentions to the game.

I roll up my t-shirt, revealing I am not wearing a bra, and let it rest atop my plumpy naked breasts. Then, I clip the clamps on each nipple squealing, "Ow. Ow." I see his right eyeball roll towards me, but he never turns his head in my direction. Hmmm. I am making progress - got one eyeball for a second. And my, oh my, these clamps sting, but kind of in a good way. 

Picking up the flogger with my right hand, I slowly drag it from my fingertips up to my shoulder on my left side, just to experiment a little with what it feels like. The strings sensually tickle my arm, raising goosebumps. Dragging it over to my belly, I swirl the leather tails around and around on my sensitive skin. Then, I raise it and quickly flick my wrist giving my tummy a sharp swat. "Ouch!" His whole head turns this time.

"Babe! What the hell? Are you okay? Do you know what you are doing with that thing?"

"Not really. Just playing around with it."

"Look at the red mark you made on your stomach. Please put that down right now," he says as he reaches over to caress my welt. We hear a roar of the crowd on the TV. Oops, it seems he just missed a big play. My bad.

He takes my toy away and continues to rub my tummy for a few minutes and then withdraws his hand.

"Babe, the game. They're playing Duke. Please behave."

And basketball reclaims his attention. But, I got it for a few minutes, and still have a few more plays in my playbook. The toys are pretty fun so far and I definitely want to revisit the flogger later. Its tails felt like many erotic fingers massaging my body. Flick it though and it packs a bite. 

My nipple clamps are really doing their thing. The initial sting has dissipated, and the continual pinching sensation is quite pleasurable. My pussy is leaking a little in my sweatpants. I fiddle with the lightweight chain hanging between the clamps and giggle at the tinglings in my nipples. I hear him suck in a deep breath beside me. He is a boob man and can't sit there unaffected with me sitting here, tits hanging free and clamped. It is just a matter of time before he breaks, but I am impatient.

The cute pink vibrator catches my eyes next. It looks like a little finger. Snatching it up, I turn it on the first setting, and rub it over my full breasts, moaning at the effects. Still nothing from my couch buddy. So, I slide my sweats off. Oops, looks like I forgot to put on my panties. His eyeball rolls my way again, but he says nothing. The vibrator buzzes pretty loudly as I flip through the settings. Obviously aware of what's going on beside him, his hand grabs the remote and turns up the volume, drowning out the purring of my toy. Damn it!

"Take the shot! Take the shot!" he yells. 

Ugh. He is really into his game now and I need to up mine right now. I find the setting I like... a continual medium vibration... and go for it. Placing it straight on my aroused clit brings a shrill squeal from my lips. "Ahhhhh! Oh my God! Oh my God!" I keep it in place as I writhe on the couch, throwing my head back and squealing. The intensity of my yells now matches his. It's on, baby!

I glance over and he has leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, trying to stay focused on his screen. His cock gives him away though. It sticks straight out in a very uncomfortable looking way. I think Pussy gets a point for his hard-on.

I am wearing him down, but he still won't give up his game. And I don't want to cum yet and feel my orgasm building, so I lower my vibrator and gently move it up and down my lips. My squeals relax to soft moans. My hips settle into a slow rotation, as I contemplate my next move. I need the big gun - the dildo! Laying pinky aside for a minute, my hands grab the monster on the couch - the other monster.  

"No! Dude, wake up! Get him out of the game!" he yells.

"So, he wasn't paying attention?" I pipe in, waving the dildo in the air. "I guess if you don't pay attention, you can be replaced." 

He gives me both his eyes this time and they are fussy looking. I am getting somewhere now, even though he returned his gaze to the TV. 

"Mmmmmm," I moan as I handle the dildo. "Oh, my, look at you." I run my hand down the length of its shaft, watching for him out of the corner of my eye. Our eyeballs meet again and I plunge the dildo into my mouth. 

"Fuck," he murmurs under his breath, raking his hands through his hair, as his cock grows another few inches.

In and out. In and out my mouth, the dildo goes. Time for my 3-point shot. I remove the dildo, dripping from my saliva, and move it down between my legs. Priming it for insertion, I say, "My pussy has been waiting so long for a monster like you."

And with those words, he loses it, lunges for me, and grabs the dildo, tossing it across the room. After knocking my other toys onto the floor, he pushes me onto my back on the couch.  

"That damn thing can't replace my cock that is going to fuck you so hard you can't walk right tomorrow!" he growls in my face as he climbs on top of me, freeing himself from his sweats. 

He lifts my legs up and plunges into my pussy that has been waiting all damn day for him. I bury my face in his neck and we wrap everything we have around each other to get as close as we can. I meet him thrust for thrust. I hear the crowd roar from the TV one more time before our own cries drown out the noise. He never looks up at the TV and keeps his face buried in the cushion growling. We both move our hands to each other's asses and grab hold to force a harder fuck. Goodness, he feels good inside me!  

His raging cock pummels my pussy. I feel his urgency and need and smile to myself. I have been waiting for you baby! He grunts with each push now, which really turns me on. It is such a rush to be taken by him like this. Please, don't stop, baby!

Abruptly pulling out, he yells, "Facedown. Ass up. Now."

I scramble to obey and he is back inside me in a flash. One of his hands pushes on the back of my neck, holding my head against the cushion. 

"Don't stop," I beg, my sound muffled by the fabric.

"You don't need those toys," he barks. "They can't compare to my blood-filled, warm, throbbing cock stroking every inch of your pussy. Now cum for me."

Three more thrusts from him and I cum hard. As I convulse and shake while my orgasm rocks through me, he continues his fuck until he cums. His weight collapses us but he remains inside. I feel him softening and both our juices soak the couch as Pussy just won this game! Yay! Go meeeeeeee!

So, I say, "Duke, who?" He can watch the recap on Sportscenter.