Make a move on Ashley

In the heat of the dance, you slip your arms around Ashley, pulling her close against you. Ashley seems to have been waiting for this very opportunity. She circles her ass around you, pushing her bubble butt back to make the grind full up close and personal, and then you’re all over each other, your hands tight around her waist to hold her in place while she arches her back to fit against you.

“Wow, found your girl for the night, huh?” Val shouts over the music, a half-smile on her face as she watches you two go at it.

“You bet he has,” Ashley grins, giving Val a mocking wave goodbye. “It’s about time you found a new boy to dance with.”

“Unless you want to tango with us two?” you offer, extending your hand towards Valentine.

She laughs, saying: {if Valentine >120} “I totally would have. You just had to do things slightly differently, you blockhead.” {else} “Tempting, but not for me, not tonight.” {endif}

With that, she blows you and Ashley a kiss goodbye, and disappears into the night with her dress a-sparkling, leaving you alone with the Kale soccer star.

“She’s a feisty one, isn’t she?” Ashley says, while your hands cup her tits, giving them a quick feel up before they dart back to her waist.

“I can be too,” you reply.

“That’s why I like you,” she says, turning around to give your cock a quick squeeze.

She leans in close and says into your ear: “Now let’s get out of this place, before I lose my patience and run off with some other man.”

You’re more than ready to escape the head thumping noises of the club, and a minute later, you’re out on the street, an arm snug around Ashley’s shoulder. She looks hot as fuck in her tight white dress under the neon lights, and you resist the urge to take her in the alley right then and there.

“There’s a hotel around the corner,” Ashley smiles, sensing your impatience.

“It’s a godsend,” you reply, and she laughs.

The hotel room holds little more than a bed and a nightstand, but that suits you just fine. You could have done without the nightstand. The receptionist down in the lobby gave you a knowing smile when you paid for the room. He knows the clientele here, especially when they come in this hour.

You immediately jump Ashley as soon as the door shuts between the two of you. You push her down onto the bed and she smirks at you as you lean down and kiss her. She kisses back, hard, hands roaming across your body, casually popping your buttons off and tearing off your shirt. Your hands fly across her dress, slipping under them and undoing her straps. You’re hungry for her skin. You leave trails of kisses down her cheek and neck and collarbone and tits and stomach and taut stomach and her slick pussy, giving it a tentative lick, before she sits up and grabs your cock again.

“Don’t bother being a gentleman, just fuck me,” she says, her eyes burning with passion.

You’ve gotten so worked up in the club that your raging hard-on needs no further motivation. You pull on a condom and straddle Ashley, your thick member pushing up against her. With all of the hunger of a starving artist, you plunge into the Kale striker. Your cock pushes deep into her in one smooth motion, until you feel yourself bottoming out inside this beauty. From there, you waste no time fucking her hard, each hard thrust of your cock pushing deeper and deeper into her.

“That’s it, you’re so fucking hot,” you groan, thoroughly enjoying the way that you’re bottoming out inside of this babe. Who would have thought that you’d run into her here of all places?

You carry on the rough pounding, feeling the bed-frame shiver each time you fuck her, and she rocks back against you, eyes still closed, muttering small exclamations. Suddenly, her eyes pop open.

“So, your teammates,” Ashley says, and you freeze mid-thrust, caught unaware.

“What?”

She wriggles down on your cock, reminding you to continue to fuck her, before she continues: “Say you could only fuck one of ‘em. Who would you pick?”

“I’m fucking you, why would I want to fuck any of them?” you say, continuing to slide through her pussy.

“I’m already in bed with you, there’s no need to be coy,” she says, but you hesitate for a moment, and she carries on. “Okay, fine, fine, you don’t want to tell me. But… hm… oh, what about your captain? Daphne’s quite a looker, I’m sure she’d be good in the sack—” she emphasises the last few words by thrust her hips in sync with you, sending a wave of pleasure through your loins “—or Katie and Khloe, twins have always got to be prime fantasy material. Or maybe it’s the freshmen, Val and her friend—"

“Mars,” you groan, and Ashley nods, rewarding your cooperation with more little hip-thrusts.

“Yes, them,” she says. “Lots of hot girls to choose from, so why don’t you take your pick?”

“I’m… fucking… you…” you mutter, trying to figure out what she’s playing at. “Is that not enough for you?”

“Oh come on. I saw you eyeing up Val in the club, I know you’d like a piece of that,” the blonde girl laughs, teasing you even as you’re fucking her.

“Who says I can’t have them all?” you say, and the thought sends a spasm through your cock. You didn’t realise you were this close to the edge, but now you’re getting dangerously close… you slow down the pace.

“Need some time to think about who?” she smirks, noticing the change.

“You’re being wicked,” you say, enjoying the warmth as you leisurely push down into her again.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she says all innocently, her wiggling hips betraying the lie.

“And so I have to punish you for that,” you say, punctuating the word with a hard thrust. She lets out a yelp in delight. I can learn your tricks, you think, and you start to pick up the pace again. “What that means… is that you’re not going to find out who I’d like to fuck.” Each emphasis is paired with a thrust.

“Apart from Val?” Ashley smiles.

“Fuck. You.” you say, determined to make this girl break. “Even. If. It. Was. Her. I’m. Not. Telling. You. I’m. Fucking. You.”

Your thrusts are so hard that you’re afraid you might actually split her open, but her reaction is only to buck harder against you, wanting more. You give it to her.

“Fuucckkk,” Ashley moans, throwing her head back. She cums a moment later, a series of quick spasms rushing through her body. You don’t relent while she does, continuing to go hard, and when she eventually rides through it, looking a little glassy in her blue eyes, you keep going, determined to claim your satisfaction.

“Fine,” Ashley eventually says, after regaining her wits. “You’re not going to tell me your dream lay? I can work with that. Close your eyes.” She starts to close her legs when you don’t immediately oblige, and you take the cue, letting the sight of the beautiful blonde romping on the bed beneath fade to black. “But keep thrusting, that’s right.”

“So you’re not going to tell me who you want to fuck? That’s fine. Not as fun as you telling me, but fine. I want you to picture her in your head. Got it? Her face, her hair, her tits, picture her NUDE. Are you doing it?”

You nod, seeing her in your mind’s eye.

“Now imagine you’re fucking her right now. I’ll let you in on a secret. She likes it rough. Real rough. Just like that, that’s riiigghhht,” she says, dragging out the last word as you up the **** again, grabbing her by the hair. “Yes, she likes it rough.”

“Feel the way she bucks against you,” she says, doing exactly that. “That means she likes you, that she’s close to cumming….” Her voice sharply ascends, the word almost ending in a squeak, and you feel Ashley quivering beneath you again as you hammer hard on the spot that seems to do just the trick.

“I’ll let you… in on… something twisted,” she pants. “You’re not fucking that girl. You’re fucking Ashley Wright. And I do swear, you’re going to cum now, because if I go thrice in a row like this, I’m just being selfish.”

With that, her hips lock in with yours into a perfect rhythm, and you, so close to the edge already, are brought roaring over, your cock pumping load after hot load deep into her pussy, hot spunk splattering against the condom, your tense form pounding out those final few strands, before you collapse on top of her, head coming to a rest against her firm tits.

“That did the trick,” she mutters quietly, and a hand of hers gently pushes on your chest, rolling you off of her.

“Somehow, I feel used,” you mutter back, watching as she neatly steps off the bed and gives you a cool smile.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to think about that on the ride back to campus,” she says. She begins slipping on her dress and pauses. “And maybe… you should think about getting me involved.”

Ashley + 100