The Domination of Ashley ((Pm interest!))

Rick


Rick laughed loudly at Melissa’s whispered comment as the two of them leaned against Jeremy’s locker, her draped around him, just waiting for the once beloved quarterback to arrive. Melissa’s hand trailed inside of Rick’s letter jacket as she whispered ideas for their scheme against his neck. The little shit deserved it, really. He’d had everything handed to him for too long, the hot girlfriend, the sports scholarship, the swanky house and the expensive sports car. Time to knock him down a peg or two.

“Hey there, Jerms!” Rick sneered as Melissa’s hand moved down his stomach and slipped inside his pants, “you and your fine-ass mom got big plans this weekend yet?”

“Dude, just let me get my stuff. I get it already, you’re the man and I’m just the scum under your shoe.” Jeremy replied glumly, looking for some way to try and reach his locker around his ex and his rival.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself J-Boogie, we wanted to stop by to invite you to a party we’re having this weekend. We rented out the pool deck at the W, there’s gonna be tons of fine bitches there—maybe you can find some nice rebound tail. Also, we want to get your mom over there if we can, will you pass word along?” Rick smiled, handing a laminated card with graphic photos of girls in skimpy swimwear and various liquor icons, detailing the place and time of the party.

“I’d rather fucking drown.” Jeremy replied, flipping the card away, “let me into my locker already.”

Reluctantly, Rick slid his arm around Melissa and the two of them stood up again, moving away from Jeremy’s locker.

“Don’t be so bitchy all the time. You could at least pass word along to your mom.”

-*-*-*-

Rick let Melissa wait in the car while he went to Jeremy’s house, knowing he wouldn’t be there. Rick had ditched out on OTA practice, which meant that he had a few hours before Jeremy would be getting back. If he could get a firm commitment from firm Ashley, he’d be well on his way to setting the trap for both of them.

He rang the doorbell and waited for an answer.

It took Ashley a minute to place him, which was understandable. Linebackers didn’t spend as much time in the limelight as pretty-boy QBs like Jeremy. Eventually she recognized him, and Rick gave her his winningest smile. She was wearing workout clothes that hugged her curves exquisitely and accentuated everything. Rick wasn’t shy about taking a moment to eye fuck her.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Rick grinned, finally letting his eyes come back to meet hers, “I was just in the neighborhood with Melissa over there, and she wanted to make sure that I came by to invite you to this little party we’re throwing tomorrow over at the W. Here, take this. Mind if I come inside?”

Rick handed one of the fliers to Ashley and slipped past her, letting his hand trail across her waist as he moved past. Once inside he looked around the house briefly before letting his eyes help themselves to her body once again.

“Nice place, Ash.”

“Invited? Hell, you’re practically the guest of honor.” Rick smiled, taking Ashley by the wrist as she approached and pulling her insistently but not forcefully onto the couch beside him, draping his other arm around her shoulders and guiding her hand to rest on his thigh, “you deserve a good time—all that work you do keeping your kid in line. Why should he get all the rewards of your hard work? There’s going to be a bikini contest and I think that you could really show all these skinny, rail-thin bitches a thing or two.”

As he spoke to her, Rick leaned closer and closer to Ashley, the hand he’d used to pull her close now moving onto her thigh, caressing her through her skin-tight workout pants. His lips were brushing the shell of her ear as he began whispering.

“You work too hard on this beautiful body not to let it out for a little sunshine once in a while,” at this, Rick’s hand crept higher on her thigh, “I can personally guarantee you a damn good time.”

With that, Rick slipped the invitation card swiftly between Ashley’s thighs and stood up abruptly, cutting off his physical attentions all at once.

“I’ve got to get going though, Melissa’s waiting for me,” Rick smiled, adjusting his jeans so that his cock’s semi-hard transition from one leg to the other took place just inches from Ashley’s face, “if you don’t come, I’ll consider the whole thing a terrible failure.”

Just like that, he left.

-*-*-*-

Everything was set up for the big blast, the cheerleaders, the caterers, the hired models, all the decorations and the fully stocked bar—not to mention the cache of special “party favors” that Rick had stashed in the pocket of his swim-trunks. He wasn’t there to swim, he was there to win.

“People are already starting to arrive.” Melissa told him, hurrying back from the place where the pool area joined the rest of the swanky hotel.

“We’re good to go here,” Rick smiled back, appreciating Melissa in her sexy, navy bikini and extremely tight, denim cutoffs that she kept unbuttoned, “let’s get this party started.”

“Welcome Miss Washington,” Melissa smiled pleasantly, turning away from a group of girls her age, all of whom were dressed as skimpily as Melissa, she gave Ashley a gentle hug and affectionate kiss on the cheek, “Rick will be really glad to see you here—a little overdressed through, but that’s alright. We’ve got plenty of extra suits here—I’m sure we can find something that can handle you.”

Though her voice was sweet, Melissa was throwing subtle daggers at Ashley’s self-confidence—the emphasis on “Miss” and “something,” reinforcing that she was mingling with others who were not like herself. She was out of place among these 18 year olds and she was meant to know it.

While escorting Ashley to the elevator, Melissa sent a quick text to Rick so that he’d be ready once they reached the pool area.

“Is Jeremy not going to make it? I was so dearly hoping that we’d get a chance to catch up a bit,” Melissa smiled as the elevator dinged.

-*-*-*-



Rick was already shirtless and filled a Tiki-shaped mug with a very strong blend of Long Island Iced Tea that was being poured behind the bar. He extracted a pill of high-potency ecstasy from his shorts and broke it over the ice in the drink, stirring it in with a paper umbrella and using it as garnish once the pill was fully dissolved.

He met Ashley and Melissa as soon as they reached the pool deck and offered the drink to Ashley, with a big, winning smile. His eyes moved over her body, but his smile didn’t waver.

“Welcome Ash, I’m so glad you could make it,” Jeremy smiled, offering his arm to Ashley and kissing Melissa once on the cheek to dismiss her from their company, she went back to the company of her cheerleader friends, “I hope you weren’t planning to stay so covered up all day, not if you’re going to win that bikini contest.”

Rick led her over to a bed that sat under a wide, square umbrella where his drink, his phone and a bottle of tanning oil were waiting—the oil laced with a strong dose of topical aphrodisiac.

“Maybe you’re worried about the sun, I’d be glad to rub some tanning oil on you if you’d like—but take a moment to enjoy your drink first.”

Rick sat down first, laying along the length of the padded lounge chair and inviting Ashley to sit down beside him and lean against his chest.

It didn’t take long for the pill and liquor to do their magic, Ashley became increasingly receptive and pliant to Rick’s calculated advances. She had her eyes closed as he carefully stripped her of her clothes, one piece at a time. She barely seemed to notice. He didn’t ask before beginning to rub her shoulders, letting her body begin to sway with the enhanced sensations of ecstasy fueled bliss. Once it was clear that she was sufficiently pliant, he applied the oil.

The minute that the laced oil made contact with his hands, he felt the warm tingling of the foreign drug seeping into his skin—it was making his cock hard in his trunks. But Rick at least knew and understood what was going on, while Ashley was losing herself to the heightened sensations of his muscular hands kneading through the well-defined grooves in Ashley’s muscles.

Rick had learned a lot from the Athletic Trainer about muscle groupings and joint rotation when he’d suffered a back injury last season and he was putting every ounce of his knowledge to use on Ashley. Working tension out of knotted muscles and tracing spinal sections and outlining her shoulder anatomy.

“You know what, you take the bed. I’ll get your back.”

Rick lowered Ashley onto her face while gripping her trapezius tendons. She fell right into the padded lounge and he straddled her knees, laying the outline of his now rock-hard cock. That aphrodisiac really was strong.

Rick went to work on the entirety of Ashley’s back. He was following the lines of her musculature, remembering the diagrams that the Trainer had hung up all over the inside of his office when his hand was impeded by the wide band of her modest two-piece. He went to move the obstacle out of his way when Ashley weakly objected into the pillow of the lounge.

“Don’t take it off…”

She was slurring and barely audible, it made Rick laugh to himself at how finely caught she was while he moved his attention down to her lower back, applying oil directly to her skin now without pouring it onto his hands first. He really should have worn gloves—this shit was lighting him on fire.

The oil was dripping down her sides and so Rick pushed his fingertips along the grooves in her ribcage, sliding under her breasts, following the pectoral cluster to just under her breasts and abandoning her there. He did the same thing again, this time pushing his fingertips further under her top and sliding his fingertips along the underside of her breasts.

Rick leaned forward, his cock bending and pushing faintly against the cleft in her bottoms as he kissed the back of her neck. He whispered into her ear.

“Relax Assley.” Rick smirked, everything was going to plan.

Looking back over his shoulder, Rick spotted Melissa bringing Jeremy out onto the pool deck at just the perfect moment. Melissa pointed right at him, Rick locked eyes with the team captain and smiled. Jeremy looked pissed and made a quick dash for the bar.

Time to turn up the heat.

Rick scooted himself down Ashley’s body, dragging his cock away from her yearning little hole, as his hands moved down her hips and cupped the firm globes of her incredible ass. Damn that ass was incredible—it was the unspoken source of her mystique among the football team. They discussed Jeremy’s mom’s ass at length and in explicit detail almost constantly in the locker room. Everybody wanted a piece of her, even the cheer squad wanted to watch that big ass jiggling while she was getting split like wet pine by huge cocks.

His thumbs made wide arcs under the rounded swell of her ass as he worked around the bulging flesh, pressing his thumbs along the joints in her pelvic girdle, her pussy lips sliding against the backs of his thumbs. He worked that joining place of thighs and ass for a while, until he spotted Jeremy making his way around the pool with a glass of whiskey and hate in his eyes. Luckily, Audrina was there to intercept him with an arm around his shoulders and tits and ass in his face. She steered him the other direction just after Rick slapped her ass while holding Jeremy’s eye contact. The whole interaction was lost on Ashley.

Rick poured another glut of oil directly between Ashley’s plump cheeks and began kneading the flesh as he pleased, no longer concerned with muscle groups or tension—he was feeling that ass for all he was worth.

His thumbs ventured next inside of her bathing suit, pressing his thumbs firmly down her bare pussy lips and bringing them together again around her clit, rubbing and squeezing until he was able to push back the fleshy hood and rub his thumbs against the exposed nerve cluster, applying oil to it directly.

Ashley moaned loudly and Rick made a point of repeating the process, moving ever so slightly inward. Both thumbs penetrated her at once, the fan of his other eight fingers splayed out across her ass, funneling the oil along the rivulet created by his thumbs pressed together.

He was simultaneously jiggling her ass cheeks and fucking her with both thumbs, over and over and over, until he suddenly stopped, just as her voice was getting too loud to be overlooked. He moved on, down the backs of her thighs, rubbing deep into her toned legs to massage the underlying tendons.

“If you want more than just a rub, I need to hear you beg for it.”

Rick’s smile was broad and cocky, he bit his lip with excitement as Ashley moaned and begged like a born and bred slut. He was pleased with her begging, the way she so easily tossed aside any sense of propriety or shame which had held her back for so long prior. She was ruled by her need—by her lust, and Ricky, having manufactured that need felt like she was ruled by him as well. He owned her now, and he had no intention of using her gently. He kept his left hand spread on the back of her thigh, while his right hand unlaced the waist of his board shorts. His left hand slid higher as she begged for more rubbing like a wanton whore, sliding under the already displaced middle of her swimming bottoms. He slid two oil-coated fingers inside of her, using his thumb to stroke the underside of her clit while his other hand succeeded in freeing his massive, 11” cock from his trunks, it landed on the backs of her inner thighs with a slap, loud enough to make some of the nearby partiers turn and look, thinking that the sound had come from a punch being thrown.

With his bare cock laying between Ashley’s smooth thighs, Rick redoubled his efforts inside Ashley’s pussy, thrusting his fingers vigorously in and out until they made an audible squishing sound. He moved them faster and added a third digit inside her which he quickly curled downward toward her front, feeling back and forth until he felt the slight roughness of her G-spot, at which point her spread his fingers wider and continued to furiously finger-fuck her raw pussy.

“I can’t hear you,” Rick taunted, the sound of Ashley’s wet pussy being fingered was now loud enough that it was almost plausible, if it hadn’t been for the fact that her begging came in the form of loud moans so often, “you want me to what? Stuff my what into where? You’re being much too vague, Ms. Washington. If you’re going to beg for something, I need you to be very—very explicit. I’m not very bright, you know?”

In spite of his taunting, Rick couldn’t hold himself back much longer. He hoped she’d continue begging even after he started fucking her, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. Melissa arrived with the camera, just in time to catch Ashley begging for Rick’s cock, which seemed to be perfect timing as far as he was concerned. Rick continued finger banging his rival’s mother just long enough to lean over and give Melissa a deep, passionate kiss on the lips without tipping Ashley to the fact that she was there. Once the kiss broke, it was time to move on to the next phase of the plan.

“Drink this,” Rick insisted, taking a shot glass full of whiskey from Melissa and placing it right in front of Ashley’s face, “don’t stop begging though. After you finish it, I’ll give you what you want.”

Rick poured the whiskey into Ashley’s mouth without much concern for her, setting the empty glass on a nearby table while he extracted his fingers from her gushing sex. As he removed his fingers Rick gathered the middle of her black bikini bottoms and tugged them roughly to one side. He planted his knees on either side of Ashley’s hips, lifting her middle up from the lounge chair by her bikini bottoms. He kept that grip and used it to pull her lower body back to meet him as he pushed the head of his huge cock against her wet pussy lips. He was amazed at how tight she was, having given birth and all, as it took him a few tries to forcibly stuff the wide head of his cock inside of her. Once the head slipped in, though, Rick yanked hard on her suit and slammed his cock against her cervix, bottoming out and plunging balls deep into the sexy, older, redhead.

“Fuuuuuuuck that’s good,” Rick groaned, using his right hand to slap Ashley’s ass appreciatively, but still hard enough to leave a red mark behind, “thank me, Assley. Thank me for making you my bitch. I think you’re going to make an excellent cum-dump whore.”

Melissa was behind him now, kneeling one knee on the edge of the lounge chair and rubbing his shoulders as Rick fucked her ex’s mother. She kissed his neck and whispered to him, much too softly for Ashley to hear, “fuck that slut good, baby. No mercy.”

Rick tipped his head back and groaned loudly, feeling the full length of his thick cock being gripped and squeezed by Ashley’s sloppy, wet pussy. With his head tipped back, Melissa took advantage and began furiously kissing and licking his neck, her hands moving in across his bare chest. With her bathing suit bottom clenched firmly in his fist, Rick’s bicep flexed as he yanked Ashley’s firm, round ass back into his lap again and again, tugging her back down the full length of his shaft, just to shove her hips back down with a subtle, almost effortless jolt of his hips, pushing the head of his cock hard against her cervix. Girls Rick’s own age were seldom able to take even most of his huge cock inside of them and they certainly couldn’t withstand hard fucking from him. Pounding Ashley into oblivion while barely having to move his body was a revelation. He made up his mind then and there that he was going to cum inside of her.

Jeremy quickly lost the ability to ignore the sound of his mother’s lewd screaming even from the other side of the pool, and Audrina also found herself unable to keep Jeremy distracted despite her own considerable advantages. Jeremy stormed through the crowd, most of whom had stopped whatever they were doing to watch the spectacle of the older woman screaming her head off while getting fucked by a teenager.

“Mom! What the fuck—are-are you kidding me?” Jeremy demanded, standing just feet away as his mom announced that she was Rick’s bitch, “we need to go home, now!”

“Fuck that!” Rick answered, feeling Melissa depart from his back to go over and physically restrain Jeremy, “you can go home if you want, Jerms—but your mom is having the time of her life, and I’m not done with her yet. I’ll get her back to you later. She might not be quite the same, but she’ll be in one piece.”

As he said “quite the same,” Rick reached back high above his head and swung down his hand with all the force he could muster from his arm and Rick could bench over 320. The smack of his hand landing on Ashley’s firm, athletic ass was loud enough to make people on the other side of the pool gasp, it was violent and unrepentant, it might have been an assault if it wasn’t so clear from Ashley’s reaction that she loved being spanked that hard. Rick shook off his hand, feeling the sting in his palm from how hard he’d spanked her just as Melissa shoved Jeremy to prevent him from charging at Rick.

“He told you already!” Melissa shouted, anyone had to shout to be heard over Ashley’s screams, “we’re not done with your mama. You drove yourself here, drive yourself home. Mama’s too busy to drive you home right now.”

“Don’t make Daddy tell you twice!” Rick taunted, releasing Ashley’s bathing suit in favor of grasping a fistful of her long, crimson hair and beginning for the first time to use his own body to slam into her instead of bouncing her body on him like before, “tell your boy who his new daddy is, tell him that I’m your Daddy too. Cum for me and tell your son that I’m your Daddy now and you’re my thick-assed bitch! Tell him, Assley!”