Losing My Mojo

My entire body ached from a brutal *practice. NCAA division one finals were this weekend, and my coach put us through the wringer to toughen us up before the big game. I planned on spending the evening with my girlfriend Chloe, since I hadn?t got to see her much with all the practices lately. She lived alone in an off-campus apartment thanks to wealthy parents who I had yet to meet, which was great because it gave us plenty of alone time when we wanted it. ?Hey baby, I?m here!? I shouted as I opened the door to her place.*?I?ve been horny all day. Get in here and ravish me,? she shouted back.?Can?t. You know what coach says about sexy-time before a game. It?ll make me lose my mojo.??This coach of yours is out to ruin my life,? she said, giving me a coy smirk as I walked into her living room. ?You look hot when you?re sweaty.??You always look hot, but I guess we can?t all be like you,? I ribbed.?You?re only hot when you?re sweaty. You?re pretty gross otherwise.??Don?t I know it,? I laughed. ?Gonna hop in the shower, be back in a few.?I peeled my shirt off, and hopped out of my gym shorts. ?You?re not even gonna dance for me?? she asked. I wiggled my hips in the most awkward white-boy dance I could think of, just to tease her. She put one hand to her chest, fanned herself with the other, and let out an exaggerated gasp. ?It?s like I?m in Magic Mike or something, don?t stop! Where are my singles?? Then she ?made it rain? with a stack of invisible bills while shouting cat calls after me. I laughed and went to clean off the last four hours of blood, sweat and tears.Bruises peppered my body, and various aches throbbed istanbul travesti in places I didn?t know I had. The hot water helped. I washed up and climbed out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel before heading back out into the living room. Chloe was no longer there.?Where?d you go, beautiful?? I asked.?In here!? she shouted from the bedroom. I could already see where this was going. I rounded the corner to her bedroom and cracked a big smile as I saw her. She was naked and splayed out on the bed like a centerfold model, her curvy frame accentuated by the way she rested. ?Sure you don?t wanna give me some of that mojo?? she asked.?I can?t babe, seriously. Coach says-??Does coach get to play with these?? she asked, cupping her large breasts and giving them a playful jiggle.?He says there?s a lot of science behind it,? I insisted. She reached behind her wide hips and pulled out two pairs of fuzzy pink handcuffs.?I got theeese,? she teased, swinging them back and forth.?You?re killing me right now.??You really can?t? The game isn?t for a couple days, don?t you think you should unwind???I can?t, I?m sorry.??Fiiine,? she pouted, moving over on the bed to make room for me. She patted the pillow next to her. ?Just cuddle with me then???That I can do,? I said, tossing the towel aside and climbing onto the bed with her. I rested my head on the pillow and opened my arm for her. She smiled and crawled on top of me, straddling my waist and letting her enormous breasts squish against my chest as she settled in. I loved that feeling. Her lips lowered to mine, and she gave me a passionate travesti istanbul kiss. Our tongues tangoed, and my hands went for her booty. Just because I couldn?t cum, didn?t mean I wasn?t going to enjoy my gorgeous naked girlfriend. As I squeezed her thick hips, she moaned and playfully bit my lower lip.One of her hands dipped down to grab my right wrist, and she slowly lifted it up toward her chest. She always liked it when I played with her breasts. I liked it too, obviously. Because of their size, she always said that it was a relief to have them held and massaged, to take some strain off her back. Whether that was true or just an excuse to let me fondle her whenever I wanted didn?t matter to me, I was happy to oblige. My fingertips brushed the soft flesh of her breast and right as I was about to take hold I heard a cliiick.*She shoved my hand forward, and I heard another click as she handcuffed my right hand to the bed frame. ?Wait, what?? I asked, breaking our kiss and looking up at my bonds.?I wanted to make sure you don?t lose your mojo,? she said, smiling devilishly at me as she crawled off of me.?Chloe, c?mon. I know it sounds lame, but I need any advantage I can get. This game means a lot to me!? I said, almost panicked. Not that I didn?t want her to rock my world, I just didn?t want to give myself any excuses if we ended up losing the game.?I know, that?s why I took away your hand.??What? What do you mean???Just because you can?t have an orgasm, doesn?t mean I can?t.? She rolled over to the side of the bed and reached in to her nightstand. Out came a long, pink dildo and a bottle istanbul travestileri of lube.?When did you get that?? I asked.?My eighteenth birthday. Had to occupy myself before you came along.? She grabbed some pillows and propped them up at the foot of the bed, then made herself cozy. The dildo flopped in her hand as she brought it to her mouth, flicking her tongue over the transparent pink surface before wrapping her lips around it and letting out an exaggerated moan. Oh, how I wished I was that dildo.She knew how to push my buttons.*The dildo disappeared into her mouth and she pinched one of her small, pink nipples with her other hand. She moaned and pushed the dildo as far down her throat as she could before her gag reflex kicked in and her throat constricted. She held it there for a second, then slowly pulled it out of her mouth, leaving it slick and glistening. With a playful flourish, she slid the shiny, pink head down between her breasts and pushed them together with her arms. With practiced grace, she slid the toy between her cleavage like she was tit fucking, and flipped her hair back with a porn star moan to show how much she liked it.?You?re pure evil,? I said as my cock grew stiff between us.*?Who, me?? she asked, pumping the dildo between her magnificent bust a while longer before she let it slid down her body and between her legs. Sweat gathered on my forehead as I watched her teasing. She relaxed back into the pillows and dripped some lube over her silky smooth vagina, rubbing it in with her free hand. I watched as she rubbed the dildo?s head over her clit in tight, practiced circles. With her other hand, she flipped the bottle of lube over and squeezed a thick line up her entire body before flicking the cap closed and placing it next to her. With that same hand she rubbed the lube over her thighs, then her stomach, and finally up to her breasts.*