Sunday. 9:30am
Jill Reese woke with the sensation of something pushing down on her in a rhythmic motion as she lay face down on the bed. She felt the weight of something on top of her, pushing her deeper into the mattress, only to retreat briefly, and then push her down again. As she continued to wake, and became more aware, she realized that she felt the touch of someone's skin against hers. Her mind cleared and she realized that it wasn't something, it was someone. And not only did she feel the weight of someone on top of her, she also felt that someone was inside of her. She came to the realization that someone was fucking her awake.
In her groggy, half-asleep state, she thought it was Derek, and she was pissed. He knew she liked to sleep in the morning, and wasn't a fan of morning sex. Plus he's never done something like this before, fucking her when she was dead asleep. To top it all off, she had a massive headache and wasn't at all in the mood.
As she turned her head sideways, and began to complain, she was taken aback when a hand forcefully pushed on her head, pinning it to the mattress. The pace of the thrusting increased. The sudden forceful interaction made Jill become fully awake and aware. This wasn't her husband fucking her awake, it had to be the rapper, Markus Walker, who just met yesterday.
He continued to pound her pussy, while pinning her head to the mattress. "Fuck girl, your pussy is good, but move dat ass some more!" he said. Jill unconsciously obliged, and began to move her hips. "Yeah, bitch! That's what I'm talking about!" he said.
Jill realized that this didn't sound like Markus at all. Markus was eloquent and didn't speak like he was from the street. And at no point did he ever refer to her as a 'bitch', even when he was fucking her ass. "What is happening?" Jill thought to herself.
He pulled his dick out of her, and said "Ok, now let me see those fine titties!" She was roughly flipped over onto her back. That's when she looked up and saw Tate Walker, Markus' brother, positioning himself to straddle her chest.
"I couldn't sleep, because I was thinking about fucking these titties all night. Just needed Markus to have his fun first." Tate said. He pressed her large tits together, and then slipped his dick in between the two mounds of flesh. His dick was wet from being inside her, so her juices provided all the lubrication he needed. He then began to titty fuck her.
The feeling of her massive tits engulfing his penis was everything Tate thought it was going to be. "Bitch, I'm doing all the work. Hold your own titties!" Jill didn't like being referred to as 'bitch', but she complied, and pressed her tits together from the sides so Tate could fuck them more easily.
Now that Jill was grabbing her own tits, Tate leaned forward, and propped his hands on space above Jill to give himself more leverage. He continued to relentlessly fuck her tits.
Finally, he yelled "Girl, I'm about to give you some fine jewelry that you can't buy in no store." He then stopped thrusting suddenly, and began to stream ropes of cum in between her tits and up her chest. Tate then groaned as he finished, "There's a gift for you. A nice pearl necklace!" He laughed out loud, and then rolled off of Jill. Now he was finished, he quickly got out of bed, put on some underwear, and left the bedroom. Tate then yelled from the kitchen "Yo, Wonder Woman, if you're hungry, the chef will make you anything you want."
Jill sat there, laying on the bed naked, covered in cum, and tried to sort out her thoughts. The mention of 'Wonder Woman' reminded her of Markus. And all kinds of thoughts ran through her head. "Where was he? I'm pretty sure when I fell asleep, he was next to me. Where was Cat? I thought she was with Tate. Oh my God, where is my phone? I haven't had it in at least 12 hours." To top it all off, she still had a splitting headache, and the morning fuck session didn't help it.
She decided to get out of bed to try to figure out what was going on, so she stood up and looked for something to put on. The only thing nearby were the Louboutin shoes and her g-string panties on the ground. She decided to ignore the shoes for now, but made a mental note to take them home with her when she was putting on the panties. The felt that the panties were still a little damp from being stuffed in her mouth last night while Markus was ass fucking her. She made her way to the bedroom closet and opened it. In there, she found what she was looking for, a thick hotel robe. She put it on, and made her way out of the bedroom.
Once she was in the main room of the suite, she was surprised by what she saw. Somewhat expectedly, she saw Tate, sitting at the kitchen table, in his underwear, eating breakfast. Unexpectedly however, she saw the hotel's private chef, in the kitchen, preparing various foods for breakfast. Jill's face got flush. He obviously had to hear the sounds of sex coming from the bedroom. As she looked away in embarrassment, her eyes locked in on two massage tables set up in the living room. Markus was laying on one, only covered by a towel, and Cat was on the other, covered likewise. Two masseuses were currently giving each of them a massage. The masseuses looked over towards Jill, and nodded hello.
If Jill was embarrassed before, she was mortified now. Not only had the chef obviously heard Tate fucking her, but now she realized Markus, Cat, and two random hotel masseuses heard also. She sat down at the kitchen table, holding her head in her hands with embarrassment.
"Madam, what would you care to eat?" the obviously French chef said to Jill. She meekly looked up and responded, "Just some scrambled eggs and bacon. And some coffee, please." The chef's gaze drifted down towards Jill's chest, and lingered there for a little longer than she was comfortable with. Jill thought that maybe she had some cleavage showing, so she clasped the robe shut around her neck.
The chef quickly left, realizing that she noticed him staring at her. As she watched him head back to the kitchen, she felt something wet on her hand that was clutching her robe shut. She pulled her hand away to look at it, and was horrified to see that it was cum! In her haste to find something to wear, she had forgotten about Tate's spunk that was all over her. The chef wasn't staring at her cleavage, he was noticing the jizz that was all over her chest and neck. Jill was mortified. She quickly used the robe to wipe off the cum as best she could.
Tate was oblivious to anything else going on. He sat across from her, eating his breakfast, and looking at his phone. If he knew she walked out here covered in cum, he most likely would have laughed uproariously.
She sat at the kitchen table, hiding her head so the chef couldn't see her embarrassment. Soon he returned with her food, and placed it in front of her. He returned, and placed two other plates of food in two of the empty spots. Jill assumed this was food for Cat and Markus. "If there is nothing else, I will be on my way, sir." the chef said to Tate. Tate was only half-listening, and then waved the chef on. "If you need any other food, please don't hesitate to call." the chef said as he exited the suite.
As Markus and Cat then made their way to the kitchen table to eat, Jill heard the masseuses pack up their massage tables and leave. Now the suite was only the four of them, and they all ate their breakfasts in silence, unsure of what to say.
Jill rubbed her head. Her headache seemed like it was getting worse. Markus looked up from his breakfast with a concerned look. "Everything ok?" he asked.
"I've just got this splitting headache. I'm hoping this coffee helps." Jill responded.
Tate looked up from his phone. His eyes lit up. "Oh man, I just got something this week that might help. I've been dying to try it." Tate said.
"No more drugs." Jill said. "The headache is probably from all the coke from night. I'm not used to anything like that."
"It's not like that. This is from Germany. They used to sell it over there legally. Sure it's considered illegal now for who knows why, but this shit is supposed to be the bomb. Supposedly you get some sort of euphoria. I think they used it for migraines or some shit." Tate explained. He then pulled a bottle out of his drug case that was sitting next to him on the floor. "Here, all you have to do is take this one little pill, and poof, your headache will be gone in minutes."
Jill stared at the pill in Tate's open palm. Her head was pounding. It was honestly the worst headache she'd ever experienced, and she would do anything to make it subside. Jill grabbed the pill out of Tate's hand, popped it in her mouth, and then washed it down with a mouthful of coffee. She would do anything to make this splitting headache go away.
Tate smiled. "Tell you what, as a sign of solidarity, we'll all take it with you." He then popped the pill into his mouth, and dry swallowed it. He handed a pill to both Markus and Cat, and they both consumed the pills without much hesitation.
Then Tate continued. "Oh, a funny thing about this pill. Before it was made illegal, it was sold in Germany under the name 'Erox', and it was actually marketed as an aphrodisiac. 'Erox' like 'erotic'. It's supposed to make you horny as fuck."
"Oh no." Jill thought to herself.
Sunday. Fifteen minutes later.