Chapter 3: The Invitation
Ernest opened the door and welcomed Julie into his small suite. His suite was smaller than her own, but still nice. A four post bed was off center in the room, with a fold out couch, TV and a table with MLM pamphlets spread on it. There was a a second room with two beds. The door was open and Julie could see the mess of unmade beds inside. Julie shifted slightly uncomfortably. She had a deep dread that she was making a mistake and began to think of polite ways to leave.
As she was lost in her thoughts, Ernest stepped toward her grabbing and massaging one of her large breasts through her clothes. "Wow I'm so glad you came up" Ernest said, pulling her close and tongue kissing her deeply, as his hands roamed over her, grabbing at her hips, and and ass before moving his hand between her thighs and touching everything he could between her legs. Julie gasped into his mouth, her body involuntarily responding to his touch. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the hardness of his cock pressing against her thigh through his pants. Ernest broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her jawline to her neck, where he bit gently, sending a shiver down her spine. "You're so fucking hot," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with desire.
Julie's mind raced. She should stop this. She should walk out the door right now. But the way his hands moved over her, the way his breath felt hot against her neck—it was intoxicating. She could feel herself growing wet, her body betraying her thoughts. She could feel his hardon press against her as he pulled her tightly against his body. He pulled her panties down to her thigh with one tug. It was all happening so fast, she felt too embarrassed to stop it, as his hands swiftly moved up her hips and pulled her blouse up, gripping at her breasts as he walked her with eager force towards the bed.
Once she reached the bed her breasts were exposed with her blouse pulled up. Has his tongue explored her nipples he pulled her skirt down. Julie had been in the room for barely a moment, and she was already so exposed. "Do you have a condom?" Julie asked with a hushed tone as he scooped her up placing her on the bed.
"No" Ernest shook his head as he unzipped his pants. Julie looked at him confused for a moment. She knew the Holden had a complimentary box of unopened condoms in the bathroom. Ernest, now naked, climbed beside her in the bed sucking her breast and fingering her vigorously. Julie's head swayed, lost in the pleasure and the thoughts. She'd only met this man 20 minutes ago. It felt wrong, as he possessively helped himself ton touching wherever he pleased. Then all at once he sat pulled her up to all fours, and pushed his hardon into her wet pussy. Julie gasped sharply, her back arching, hands clutching at the sheets as he began to fuck her from behind. The sound of his balls slapping against her thighs filled the room, mingling with her ragged breaths. "It's fine you can't get pregnant anyway" Ernest’s grip on her hips was bruising, rough fingers digging into her skin as he drove himself deeper with each thrust. “Fuck, you feel incredible,” he growled, his voice thick with need. Julie could only whimper in response, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tighter inside her. She could feel herself nearing the edge, her walls clenching around him with every stroke. Ernest’s pace grew faster, more desperate, his breath hot against the back of her neck. Her body bounced with his each thrust, her moving with great animation pulled attractively together by her pulled up blouse. Ernest made sounds of great pleasure as he enjoyed this obvious slut, who was letting him enjoy her pussy unbridle after such a short meeting. The rhythmic slapping almost drowned out the sound of a card key beeping at the door... almost. Julie head turned with surprised as the suite door opened.
Suddenly three men, mid conversation entered the room, Clay, Danny and Ronald. They all stopped in their tracks as their eyes fell upon Julie, bent over the bed, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her blouse pulled up exposing her breasts as she was being fucked from behind by Ernest. The men froze, their eyes widening in shock. Julie gasped, her body tensing as she tried to pull away, but Ernest held her firmly in place, his grip on her hips tightening.
"Oh shit," Clay muttered, his eyes locked on Julie's exposed body, a mix of surprise and something darker flashing across his face.
Ronald let out a low whistle, his gaze raking over her.
"Close the door!" Clay insisted. Ernest pulled Julie up by her elbows, whispering into her ear, "Relax. It's fine. Let me finish". Julie blushed with embarrassment and uncertainty as Ernest continued thrusting into her, sending ripples of both pleasure and confusion. Still it was all happening so quickly around her. Eyes taking in her exposed body, while her pussy roughly fucked. She closed her eyes feeling a deep sense of humiliation, but silent, allowing Ernest to continue. She could feel the weight of their stares on her, the heat of their gazes tracing every curve of her body. Ernest’s thrusts grew more insistent, his breath ragged against her ear. "That’s it, take it all," he growled, his voice rough with need. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of sex and the faintest trace of cologne from the men who had just entered.
Julie’s fingers curled into the sheets, her knuckles white. As Ernest busted deep inside her. He grunted in pleasure and deep satisfaction.
"Fuck" Clay said waiting as Ernest pulled out of her. "Who is she?" He asked. Ernest shrugged in response, "I don't know. I just met her at the bar" he responded. "She is fucking hot" Danny said approaching the bed. He reached over grabbing at one of Julie's large exposed breasts. She gasped as he squeezed it, pinching her nipple between his fingers. "What's your name?" Danny asked, his voice low and rough. Julie hesitated, her mind racing. She knew she should leave. This was too far, too fast. But the way his fingers felt on her skin, the way his eyes burned into hers—it was intoxicating. "Julie," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Danny smirked, his grip tightening just a fraction. "Julie. I like your body."
"Hey I'm not done with her" Ernest objected has his roommates, encircled the bed. Julie felt a panic swell in her throat as hand reached to touch her all over. She wanted to protest, but the words would not come. Her body was still throbbing from Ernest’s rough claiming, every inch of her sensitized, humming with unwanted pleasure. The three newcomers stood at the foot of the bed, their eyes devouring her exposed body—pulled up blouse, heaving breasts, panties hiked pulled around thighs, glistening pussy still dripping from the cum Ernest had left inside her.
Ernest relinquished his position behind her, crawling in front of her. He observed that her eyes were closed, and she trembled nervously as Ronald climbed up behind her. "Open your mouth me for sweetheart" Ernest whispered as he positioned his cock at Julie's lips. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her forward. Julie hesitated, her mind racing with the realization of what was happening around her. She could feel Ronald’s hands sliding up her thighs, his fingers tracing the wetness between her legs. Danny and Clay stood on either side of the bed, their eyes hungry as they watched her.
Ernest’s grip tightened just a fraction, his voice rough with anticipation. "Come on, Julie." His cock brushed against her lips, the tip slick with cum. Julie’s breath hitched, her body betraying her again. She parted her lips, taking him in slowly, her tongue swirling around the head.
"Good whore" Ernest said. Julie tensed at the word, but she could feel the raw penis of a stranger rubbing against her clit, and she could argue his words. This was happening. These men were about to take turns using her. "She can't get pregnant" Ernest told his roommates.
"That means nothing is off limits". Julie's eyes popped open as Ronald's hardness rubbed against her hypersensitive clit. The attention of three men focused solely on her, overwhelming her, turning her into something she didn’t recognize—something hungry, desperate.
Ronald pushed his dick against her clit tracing slow circles around her entrance where Ernest's cum still leaked out, before sliding up to her clit. Then he thrust his penis inside her, letting out a satisfied sound, joined my Julie's own muffled noises, as Ernest pulled her mouth rhythmically. Enjoying it's warmth, and the two men enjoyed her body, as she was used for their pleasure. The other two men, Danny and Clay, stood at the edge of the bed, watching with rapt attention. Danny's cellphone pointed at scene as he went live on his favorite adult streaming site. *"This bitch at the hotel bar is letting us run a train on her"* Danny titled the video. He zoomed in on the angle of the raw dicks thrusting into her, as her eyes were closed tight. As the viewers joined the stream Danny added, *Watch four guys come inside every hole* Danny was careful to blur the faces of his mates, but Julie was on full perverse display.
Eventually Ernest's threw his head back as he shoved deeper down Julie's throat, "Fuck, I'm coming.. I'm coming!" He shouted as he shot his load down her throat. "Swallow it" Ernest instructed. And Julie obeyed, gulping down his warm load. Ernest smiled and got up, as Clay, climbed his fat self on the bed to take Ernest's place at Julie's mouth. Danny moved to get the perfect angle of Julie giving head to yet another man, Ernest's cum still a warm taste on her tongue. The live stream was going crazy, the comments flooding in with filthy encouragement. *"Fuck her face harder!"* *"She’s such a slut for it."* Danny smirked, adjusting the camera to catch the way Clay’s thick cock stretched Julie’s lips as he thrust into her mouth.
Clay groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling just enough to make her whimper. "That’s it, take it all, you dirty little whore," he growled, his voice rough with lust. Julie’s hands gripped the sheets, her body trembling as Ronald continued to pound into her from behind, his fingers digging into her hips.
The room was thick with the sounds of sex—grunts, wet slapping, the slick slide of flesh against flesh. Clay’s cock throbbed at her lips, stretching her mouth open wider as he took control, his thrusts deep and punishing. She gagged around him, tears pricking at her eyes, but there was no escape. Not now. Not when every inch of her body was owned by strangers.
Danny’s phone was still recording, the glow of the screen illuminating his smirk as he zoomed in on Julie’s face—her flushed cheeks, her parted lips wrapped around Clay’s cock, her throat bulging with each thrust.
*"Wait I know her."* A comment said, then the tagging started, as the views exploded. Julie still closing her eyes remained unaware of her viral moment as Ronald finally came deep inside her pussy without a condom. When he pulled out, his cum dripped from her hole. Ronald gestured to Danny who handed Ronald the phone so Danny could take his turn using her pussy. Danny didn't bother to clean off the wet cum before sliding his cock along the wetness and into Julie's pussy. Julie felt dirty and used, but she couldn't deny the way her body responded to being filled again. Danny thrust into her with a relentless rhythm, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. She could feel her walls clench around him, her body betraying her yet again. Her mind was racing with the shame of what was happening, but her body was on fire, her nerves alight with sensation. She could hear the lewd comments from the live stream playing in the background. She moaned with muffled pleasure as as Danny's renewed vigor sent pleasure through her body.
*Look at that used pussy.
Just dripping with cum from the last guy. You’re such a dirty slut, aren’t you?*
The voice was Danny’s, low and rough, his breath hot against her ear as he pounded into her. Julie’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her body arching involuntarily as his cock stretched her wide. The live stream comments were a blur of filth, the words merging with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the wet, obscene noises of her body taking him.*"Look at her take it.She’s a fucking whore for it."*One comment or said. *"That is Julie Belle. I went to highschool with her."* Another said, and the tagging continued. *"She’s loving it. Look at her face."*Julie’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, catching the glow of Danny’s phone screen. Her eyes widened with awareness that she was at the very least being photographed, or worse recorded. Her shocked sounds were muffled by Clay's dick down her throat, as Danny quickly finished, and Ernest stepped in for his second turn. "You're a fucking slut" Ernest said, as he grabbed her hips, and slammed his cock back into her well-used pussy. The bed creaked under the force of their fucking, the frame shaking with each thrust. Julie's mind raced, her body betraying her as pleasure coiled tight inside her. The live stream comments were relentless, a chorus of filthy encouragement that filled the room.*"Look at that used pussy. It’s dripping with cum."**"She’s taking it like a good little whore."*e*"I can’t believe this is Julie Belle.I’d never have guessed she was such a slut."*Clay's sloppy fat body moved quicker has he reached his climax down her throat. As he pulled out Julie immediately turned to the camera. "Are you recording me?" She asked as Clay got up and Danny climbed in front of her, "It's my turn, come on." Danny said, pulling her head forward and presenting his dick in her face. As he did, Ernest pulled out of her pussy, and plunged his dick deep into her ass. As she gasped Danny pushed his dick down her throat. "Fuck, that's perfect Julie" Danny said, cupping and groping both of her breasts, "Suck it. Good girl." Danny praised her as massaged her nipples, and she cooed incompliance bobbed her head on his dick. The dual penetration was overwhelming, and Julie felt her body betraying her again. Her pussy throbbed from the earlier use, and her ass burned with the stretch of Ernest’s cock. She could feel the slickness of cum dripping down her thighs, a mix of all their loads, all pooling between her legs.Danny’s grip on her hair tightened as he thrust deeper into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat. "That’s it, take it all," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "You’re such a good little slut for us."Julie’s eyes watered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gagged around him. "Just relax. We just have your ass left to cum in". Danny encouraged. And the men continued taking turned until they had each come on camera inside every hole. Julie’s body was a mess of sweat and cum, her skin flushed and sensitive. The men had taken turns fucking her mouth, her pussy, and her ass, and she could feel the weight of their cum dripping from her, marking her as theirs. The live stream comments were relentless, a blur of filthy praise and encouragement that made her feel both humiliated and strangely powerful.*"Look at her take it all. She’s a fucking cumdumpster. She's a neighbor of mine. I call next"**"worth every dollar I donated. I am downloading this for later."*Julie’s mind was a whirlwind of shame and arousal. There was so much she was unsure of. She only knew Ernest's name, and that either pictures or a video was taken. As she pleasure ended she was instantly filled with awkward regret. Especially looking at sweaty sloppy Clay, who had just had her in every way. What has she thinking? "This has been fun, but I think we're all done now. You should probably go." Ernest said to Julie, who was still exposed and naked on the bed. The men all pulled their clothes back on as Danny passed around beers. Julie hesitantly pulled her skirt down over her used pussy and pulled her blouse down. But her skirt was still wet, and her panties were long gone. She stood up slowly, her legs feeling wobbly as she tried to regain her composure. Her body ached in places she didn’t know could ache, and her skin still tingled where their hands had touched her. She felt like a different person than the woman who had walked into this suite just a few hours ago. "I’ll just… go clean up," she muttered, her voice hoarse from all the moaning and the cock down her throat."Not in here" Ernest insisted. "Maybe tomorrow you could stop by if we're up for it." Ernest said casually and pointed her towards the door. Julie felt like an object at such a cold dismissal. Roland approached her as she put her shoes on handing her a MLM pamphlet and inviting her to join their shake business. Then she found herself in the hallway feeling empty, and confused about what has happened.
Hours had passed as she made her way back to the elevator and her floor. As she approached her room she saw the bartender, dropping off drinks for room service. He smiled when he saw her, a knowing smile that Julie couldn't place. "You look like you could use a drink" he said. She smiled and nodded a tired nervous smile. "I'll bring you up one for free. Compliments of Holden" he said. Julie nodded her thanks before getting into her room and changing out of her messy clothes. When the bartender returned, he let the door close as he brought a tray of drinks inside the room. She felt too worthless to resist his forward advances, and he inevitably helped himself into the early hours of the morning.
After another hour, a light tapping at the door roused Julie from a fitful slumber. She blinked against the harsh morning light streaming through the gap in the heavy curtains, her body still throbbing—and worse, bruised—in places she hadn’t even known could bruise. “Room service,” a voice called from outside, muffled but cheerful. Julie groaned, pulling the sheet up to her chin as if it could shield her from more than just the sun. *More? How could there be more?*
With great effort, she managed to sit up, the sheet slipping as she did. She wrapped it around herself before shuffling to the door.
The morning air was cool against her flushed skin, and she could feel the sticky residue of last night’s encounters clinging to her thighs. She hesitated before opening the door, suddenly aware of how exposed she felt, how vulnerable. The bartender stood there, holding a tray with a silver dome and a single red rose. His eyes flicked down to the sheet barely covering her body, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face.
"Good morning," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "I thought you might need something to help you recover."
Julie swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the edge of the sheet.