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 The Wrong Room

   By Lust 4 Life

   Diane goes to a hotel for a rendezvous with a man she has only met on
the net.  But she goes to the wrong room.  MMMF.

   Intro

   Butterflies of anticipation danced in Diane's stomach as she lay in the
tub.  Her husband was out of town on business for three days and the kids
were spending the night at friends.  She had been waiting for this
opportunity for a long time.  She was going to a hotel to meet Bob, a man
she had never met before, and if things went as she expected, she was for
the first time since getting married, going to screw someone other than her
husband.

   After 14 years of marriage, her life had lost its zest.  She remembered
once she had felt the world was hers for the taking, life had been full of
opportunity and adventure.  And the romance when she met her husband had
been exciting, stimulating, the stuff of dreams.  Now she felt each day was
the same routine and she could see it stretching out endlessly in front of
her.  She loved her husband and her kids, but she longed for the mystery,
the adventure, the sense of freedom she had once known.  Even her sex life
had lost its spark.  The frequency had dwindled, and even the intensity;
they had fallen into a predictable routine of the same old, same old.

   Diane had thought about how change this, to bring the excitement back to
her marriage, but her attempts to add excitement within her marriage had
not succeeded.  Finally she had begun to think of ways of adding some
excitement outside of marriage.  Her biggest problem was how to meet
someone interesting, without her husband finding out.  An online dating
service seemed like the way to meet people outside her current circle of
friends.  After some looking, Diane decided to post an ad on one of the
sites under a pseudonym.  She was surprised at the large number of
responses she received.  After winnowing through the responses, eliminating
ones that were weird, were looking for romantic relationships, or who just
didn't appeal to her, Diane began to correspond with several potential men.
For the first time in a long time, she felt a sense of excitement and
daring in her life.  She was talking to these men not just about sex, but
about possibly having sex with them.  As time passed, some men lost
interest because she could not immediately meet them, some she decided were
not a good match.  Eventually she was down to one man, Bob.

   She and Bob communicated by email, exploring each other's fantasies and
desires, getting to know each other.  They sometimes traded erotic pictures
or teased each other.  Diane often mused to herself how strange this
relationship was.  It was based on sex or the anticipation of sex.  In her
experience, most relationships began with acquaintance, moved to
friendship, and then might move to intimacy.  To start with the assumption
of sex was upside down.  This wasn't even going to be a hot date leading to
a romp in bed.  This was to be a meeting explicitly for sex, where she was
to meet a man for the first time and probably with few preliminaries, get
naked and fuck.  The thought made her feel slutty, and she found she liked
the thought of acting like a wanton slut, making herself available and
spreading her legs for a total stranger.

   Diane realized that while meeting Bob and the anticipation of sex were
turning her on, she was also getting turned on by the thought of acting
like a slut.  Instead of being mild, conservative Diane the house-wife, she
liked the idea of being wild, uninhibited Diane, causing eyes to open,
heads to turn, a woman obviously hot and looking for a man.  Before her
bath, Diane had picked out a nice, sexy, but still respectable outfit.  Now
she decided to be outrageous.  She had an outfit she had bought while
trying to spice up life at home, an outfit she would normally never have
considered wearing out in public.  If thinking of acting like a slut was
turning her on, this was her chance to go for it and act the slut.

   Stepping out of the tub, she dried off and examined her body in the
mirror.  Still a very attractive package she thought - a little extra
padding in the middle, but she could still see the flare of a woman's hips,
and while not standing straight out, she had a nice pair of full breasts.
Her shoulder length hair framed a pretty face, her skin was still smooth.
Overall, the look of an experienced, sensuous, mature woman.  She got her
outfit and looked at it, now with a little hesitation - did she really dare
wear this out in public?  Well certainly not where any of her friends would
see her, but to the motel to meet Bob - why not?

   The outfit was a two piece affair.  The skirt was barely long enough to
cover her pussy on the bottom, and barely came up high enough to cover her
pubic hair on top.  Underneath, she wore a mini pair of red underwear, just
a small triangle in front and back, held together with straps.  If she bent
over, most of her smooth ass was in plain view and there would be no doubt
about the color of her underwear.  The strapless top was several sizes too
small, squeezing her breasts together and upward as if a pair of hands were
pushing them up and out.  The material barely covered her nipples, leaving
the tops of her breasts exposed and threatening to explode out of the top.
The material came just to the bottom of her ribs in front, leaving her
belly button exposed and a wide expanse of bare skin before coming to the
top of her skirt.  The material plunged on the sides, wrapping around her
body and just connected by a thin strip across her lower back.  A pair of
spike heels completed the basic outfit.  "I'll be lucky if I don't get
arrested for indecent exposure" she thought to herself, looking in the
mirror.  To complete the slutty look, she added some make-up, eye-liner,
lipstick, and jewelry.  "I guess no one will have any doubts about what you
are after tonight girl" she thought to herself.  "Everyone is going to know
you are advertising and planning on getting a good pussy pounding tonight!"

   Luckily she could get in her car in the garage.  She didn't think she
would have the nerve to walk out her front door in this outfit.  She just
hoped no one would pass too close while she was still in her neighborhood,
or worse yet, call her over to talk.  After one more primp in the mirror
(Damn she looked both hot and slutty!) she grabbed a small handbag, and
thought to herself, "This is it.  I am going out looking like a total slut.
And I am going to meet a man I've never met, in a hotel for sex.  When I
come home, I am going to have his sperm in my pussy." She quickly looked
out the front window to ensure no one was walking down the street who would
see her as she pulled out, and hurried out to the garage to her car.

   Parking Lot

   Diane soon arrived at the hotel.  It was a nice high rise hotel in a
nice part of town, far enough from her house that she doubted she would run
into anyone she knew.  But since it was in a suburban portion of town,
parking was in an outdoor parking lot, not in an underground garage.  This
meant that instead of taking an elevator from a parking garage straight to
Bob's floor in the hotel, she was going to have to walk across the open
parking lot and through the main lobby of the hotel, dressed in her slutty
best.  Furthermore, the hotel was located adjacent to a suburban shopping
mall and shared the busy parking lot.

   On the drive over, Diane had fantasized about strutting her stuff,
having people ogling this wanton looking woman as she walked around, and
her obvious evening activity as she entered the hotel.  But that had been
fantasy.  Now she was faced with the reality of having to actually play the
part.  Her initial reaction was to be embarrassed and to try to slip in as
quickly as possible.  But then she thought, "Why not?  Nobody knows me
here. This is my fantasy.  Why not act it out?" She sat for a few moments,
gathering her nerve, debating whether or not to play the part.  But she
knew she was going to do it; the tingling sensation in her crotch as she
thought about it told her she would - it was just a matter of gathering the
nerve to open her car door.

   She took a few deep breaths and opened her door.  Standing up, she felt
almost naked in her skimpy outfit as she started across the parking lot. 
She could feel the cool evening breeze on her barely covered pussy and on
her partially exposed breasts.  She was aware that she had indeed attracted
quite a bit of attention.  A number of women were casting shocked and
disapproving looks at her, but she could tell the looks from the men were
far from disapproving.  When she saw one poor man watching her walk smack
into the side of a parked car she almost burst out laughing.  But that was
enough to ease her tension and now she started to really get into the part.
Her walk gained an air of self-assurance and she walked with a distinct
sway of her hips, a smile played on her face as she crossed the parking
lot. The thought that she was indeed turning on so many men who would be
thinking of her tonight in their beds, gave her a warm glow spreading
throughout her abdomen.  A little breeze caught her skirt and lifted it a
bit, but with such a short skirt, that was enough to ensure everyone who
was watching knew the color and style of her underwear.

   Soon she approached the hotel.  She watched the eyes almost pop out of
the head of the bell boy.  She winked at him and blew him a kiss as she
sashayed through the doors.  As she passed the reception desk a female
clerk called out in an obviously disapproving tone, "May I help you Miss?
Miss!  Uhm, may I help you?" Diane just kept going towards the elevators,
but looking over her shoulder answered, "No thanks!  I'm fine." She was
again aware of the looks from people as she crossed the lobby.  The poor
men, even those with wives or girl friends could not help but stare.  They
gave up all pretense of trying not to be obvious.  Conversations just
stopped.  Diane was almost disappointed when she got to the elevator and no
one else was there.  While waiting, she opened her handbag and pulled out
the piece of paper on which she had written Bob's room number.  She studied
it for a moment having trouble making out her smudged hand writing - was
that room 937 or 737?  She decided it must be 937 and when the elevator
opened, she stepped in and pressed floor 9.

   The Room

   On the way up, it hit her again.  She was moments from entering the
hotel room of a man she had never met before, with the express purpose of
fucking him.  And even without her current outfit, they would probably
almost immediately tear off each other's clothes and begin.  Prim and
proper Diane was now Diane the slut, about to offer herself up and spread
her legs for an almost total stranger.  By the end of the evening she
expected to be well fucked and filled with this man's cum.

   Exiting the elevator, she headed down the hall to room 937, anticipating
the look on Bob's face when he opened the door and saw her standing there.
She was a bit surprised to find the door ajar, but then figured either Bob
was waiting for her to come in, or had stepped down the hall for ice or
something.  She entered, calling his name, but heard no reply.  The room
was a suite and she heard noises from the bedroom.  Entering, she saw the
television was on, but instead of the normal fare, it appeared to be a
porno movie: a couple on a couch enthusiastically thrusting at each other.

   Intrigued, Diane sat on the bed to watch.  The scene soon finished, but
another started.  A woman and three men were sitting around talking, one
man on either side of the woman on a sofa, the third in a nearby chair. 
The men on the sofa soon started to run their hands over the woman and she
began kissing one of the men as her hand slipped down to massage his
crotch. Diane could feel herself getting hot and slid up on the bed so she
could lean against some pillows while watching.  The people in the movie
soon started stripping off their clothes and Diane, feeling a growing
dampness in her pussy as she watched, dropped one hand down to rub her
crotch.

   In the movie, the woman was now on her hands and knees sucking the cocks
of the two men on the sofa while the third man had his face buried in her
pussy from behind.  While she sucked, the men on the sofa were playing with
the woman's tits.  By now Diane's panties had developed a distinct wet spot
where she was rubbing.  The sounds from the movie, the moans of the men as
the woman sucked their cocks, her gasps and moans, and the slurping sounds,
were making her hotter as she watched.  Her other hand was now squeezing
her breasts as she lay back watching.  Soon the woman in the movie started
gasping and bucking as she climaxed on the man's tongue who was working her
from behind.

   As Diane watched, the man behind her got to his knees, his cock hard and
sticking out from his belly.  "Mm-m, that looks good" she thought to
herself, vaguely wondering where Bob was and hoping he would hurry back. 
The man moved up behind the woman and placing his cock head at the entrance
to her sopping hole he leaned forward, moaning as Diane watched him sinking
into the woman.  Seeing this made Diane eager to feel something in her own
aching loins.  Slipping her panties aside, she let a finger slip inside her
own wet hole, causing her to gasp.  Meanwhile the woman in the movie was
urging her partner to "Fuck me!  Fuck me with your hard cock!" Soon the man
was thrusting into her from behind while she returned to sucking the two
cocks of the men on the sofa - bouncing forward with each thrust of the man
behind.  Diane could hear the squishing sound of the man's cock sliding in
and out of the woman's pussy.  Now Diane pulled her top down, releasing her
breasts so she could run her fingers over the nipples, twisting them.  The
sight of the people in the movie, the sounds, and now the sounds of her own
fingers squishing her wet pussy and the smell of her own arousal filled her
senses.  She could almost imagine she was the woman in the movie, a hard
cock thrusting into her wet hole, hands massaging her breasts as she sucked
on first one hard throbbing cock and then the other, making the men moan
with pleasure as her lips slid up and down the hard shafts.

   As she watched, one of the men on the sofa groaned and came, shooting
into the woman's mouth, over her face, and onto her breasts.  Moments later
she began bucking on the cock in her pussy as another orgasm wracked her
body.  Then the man behind her groaned and pulling his cock out shot jets
of his hot cream onto her back and ass.  Now the remaining man turned her
over on her back and spreading her legs positioned himself between her legs
and quickly buried his straining cock in her pussy.  Diane was busy
fingering her clit, slipping a finger in her pussy, and massaging her
breasts.  She could almost imagine she was the woman in the movie, the
other two men massaging her breasts as the third man thrust his pole into
her depths.  As she continued to play with herself, her eyes glazed over,
and she concentrated on the waves of pleasure building in her body as she
imagined she was the woman in the movie.

   Visitors

   By now Diane was so focused on the pleasure building in her body, she
did not notice the man walk into the room and stop dead with a stunned look
on his face.  Slowly a smile spread across his face as he watched Diane
playing with herself, moaning.  She was quite a sight, skimpy dress flipped
up, even skimpier underwear pulled aside to reveal her pussy, lips spread
as her finger pumped in and out.  Both her finger and thighs glistened with
her juices.  Her face was still made up in her slutty best, her breasts
completely exposed as she played with them with her other hand.  Her hips
rolled and bucked against her hand as she moaned.  A woman in heat, utterly
abandoned to the throes of sexual pleasure.

   After recovering from his initial shock, the man moved quietly to the
side of the bed, and reaching down, began to run his hand over Diane's
belly.  At his touch, Diane's eye's opened in delight that Bob was finally
here, that she now had a man to pleasure her.  She was slightly surprised
that the man standing here running his hand over her belly, watching her
play with herself did not really look like she remembered Bob from the
pictures he had sent her, but she was too lost in a haze of lust to worry
about it for more than a moment.  She smiled at him, rolling her hips and
reached over, running her hand over his crotch.  In return, his hand moved
over her dress and down to her sopping mound, sending shivers through her
from his strong, masculine touch on her most intimate parts.  "Mm, you are
really one horny slut, laying here on a stranger's bed getting yourself off
to a movie.  I wonder where Mark found you.  So it looks like you are
really getting into the movie.  You must like the idea of taking on three
men at once.  What a slut!  I love it!"

   Diane didn't quite understand the comment about Mark, but she was too
horny to worry about it.  "Come on, please.  Don't tease me anymore.  I
need you now.  I need your cock in me." With that she started to unbuckle
the man's pants.  The man cooperated and quickly unbuttoned his shirt while
Diane undid his pants and let them drop to the floor.  She quickly pulled
down his underwear to reveal his cock, swelling in anticipation.  She
reached out, taking him in one hand, the other hand cupping his balls.  As
she enjoyed the feel of him swelling and pulsing in her hands she thought
to herself, "This is for me, Diane the slut.  Soon I am going to be riding
this." She realized they had barely spoken and here she was holding his
cock, getting him ready to fuck her.  Now she leaned forward, taking him in
her mouth.  By now the man had his shirt off and was massaging her breasts.
This was so much better she thought, the feel of man's strong masculine
hands kneading her breasts, the smell and feel and taste of a man in her
mouth.  Under her eager coaxing, his cock rapidly grew to a full hard-on,
straining in anticipation of entry to her body.

   "I can't wait any longer.  I need you inside me, please" she said
looking up at him.  "Fuck me." She slid back on the bed, pulling her top up
and over her head.  The man grabbed her panties and pulled them down and
over her legs.  Now she lay back, welcoming her lover.  She watched as he
crawled between her legs, his eager cock throbbing, throbbing for her.  She
rubbed her pussy as he brought the head to the entrance to her vagina.  She
looked again at the slit on the end which would soon be pumping his sperm
into her eager pussy.  Then she felt the first electric sensation as he
brought the head into contact with her pussy, rubbing it up and down along
the slit, lubricating himself with her juice for easy entry.  Finally he
started to slide the head in.  Diane couldn't wait any longer.  Reaching
up, she grabbed his ass and pulled him in as she thrust her pelvis up at
him and wrapped her legs around his back.  He slid in until she felt his
pubic bone grinding against hers, his balls pressed against her ass, his
cock twitching deep inside her.  He reached under and grabbed her ass,
pulling her even tighter against him.

   The man released his grip on her ass and began to move inside her,
fucking her.  The feeling of his cock sliding inside her moist channel was
terrific.  The knowledge of how wild she was, acting the complete slut,
fucking this man she had just met, turned her on even more.  "Oh, yes" she
moaned, "do it!  Fuck me!" The man had now established a steady rhythm
thrusting into her.  Her consciousness focused on the feeling centered
between her legs but spreading to every tip of her body as she gave herself
to her lover.  She could hear the squelching sound of his penis driving
into her cunt.  They were both moaning, driving against each other.

   Suddenly she noticed two more men walk into the room and stop in their
tracks, eyes bulging out of their heads, jaws hanging slack at the sight of
her getting pounded on the bed.  It crossed her mind to be embarrassed,
being caught in the act like this with a strange man between her legs, but
the feelings were too good to stop, and the idea of acting the slut,
getting fucked with an audience, turned her on even more.  She smiled
briefly at the men, and then her eyes rolled back in her head as she gave
herself to the sensations.

   She could feel her body tensing as the sensations grew, spreading from
her vagina to every part of her body.  The feel of the man's hard cock
pounding relentlessly into her, his body grinding against hers on every
thrust was pushing her to the edge.  She could feel her partner's growing
excitement as well and the knowledge that she was causing him so much
pleasure, causing him to loose control, added to her enjoyment.  "Come on,
do it!  Fuck me!  Harder!  Give me that cock!  I want to feel you coming!"
she urged in a husky voice.  Then her orgasm hit, her vagina contracting,
spasming on her partner's penis, her hips bucking wildly as she moaned in
orgasm.  As she came down from the peaks of ecstasy, she could tell her
partner was getting close from his panting groans, "uh-uh-uh" and rapid
thrusting.  Suddenly she felt him lung into her and he groaned, "Ahh-hh" as
she felt a strong pulsing in her pussy and she knew he was coming, pumping
his sperm into her.  She felt the spreading warmth as he emptied his balls
for her.  Finally he collapsed on her.

   After a few moments, one of the watching men said, "Wow Dave, that was
hot!  Where did you find her?" Diane's partner looked quizzically at the
man who had spoken and said, "What do you mean where did I find her?  I
thought you got her?" They all looked at Diane.  Her partner, still buried
in her up to his balls, asked, "Uhm, don't get me wrong.  That was
terrific, but who are you?  How did you get here?"

   Now Diane was seriously confused.  "Aren't you Bob?" she asked
nervously, starting to feel really embarrassed.  She felt her partner throb
inside her, emptying a few last drops of cum.  "No, I'm Dave.  And this is
Mark and Ralph." He pointed to the other two men.  "This was supposed to be
a little bachelor party for Ralph." Dave pulled out of her, sitting back,
leaving her laying on the bed, naked for all to see, her used pussy matted
with the juices of her recent fuck.

   "Oh my God!" she exclaimed.  "I must have gotten the wrong room!  I was
supposed to meet a man named Bob whom I have talked to on email but never
met." And then she thought, "Wow, what a slutty thing to do!  Just waltz
into a complete stranger's room and fuck him without even knowing his name!
And with an audience no less!"

   "Well, you're welcome to stay.  We'd love to have a gal with your
enthusiasm here for the evening" Mark said eagerly.  "Hm-m" thought Diane,
"that would really be hot!  Taking on all three of these men.  Do I dare?
Why not?  No point in being coy at this point after what they've already
seen and done.  What about Bob?  Well, shit happens, maybe another time."

   Three Times the Fun

   A wicked smile spread across Diane's face as she licked her lips and
said, "Well, why not?  If one is good, three should be better, eh?" With
that she rolled her hips suggestively, taking a deep shuddering breath. 
The other two men lost no time in ripping off their clothes.  In no time,
just like the woman in the movie, Mark and Ralph were sitting naked on the
bed, Diane on her hands and knees was eagerly sucking their rapidly rising
cocks and playing with their balls, while Dave on the floor behind her was
licking the pussy he had just filled.

   Soon the room was filled with the sounds of people moaning in pleasure:
the two men as she sucked their now rigid cocks, Diane as Dave lapped at
her pussy.  Soon Ralph got up saying, "I want some of that hot pussy." He
moved around behind her and Dave slid out of the way.  Diane could feel
Ralph positioning himself behind her, then she felt his cock brush her
pussy lips and briefly slide up and down.  Both he and she were already wet
and her pussy lips were gaping open from her previous fucking and the
licking from Dave.  After just a moment, Ralph started to slide his cock
into her, deeper and deeper until his belly smacked against her ass and she
felt his balls against her pussy.

   Diane started working again on Mark's erection with her mouth while
Ralph plowed her from behind.  Dave sat off to the side gently stroking his
recovering penis.  Diane continued to lick Mark's shaft, running her tongue
up the sensitive underside, teasing the tip, then lowering and nibbling his
balls.  Then she would lower her head over the shaft, caressing it with her
lips, swirling her tongue around it, making Mark moan and squirm with
pleasure.  As she sucked on him, Mark massaged and squeezed her breasts. 
Meanwhile, Ralph was plunging enthusiastically into her pussy behind,
bouncing her forward with each stroke, gripping her hips with his strong
hands and pulling her tight against him on every in stroke.  Diane reached
between her legs and ran her fingers over his balls as he stroked into her.
"God what a slut I am" she thought.  "One man's cum already in my pussy,
another working on it and I'm stroking his balls to help him, and sucking
on a third man's cock.  And it feels so good!"

   They continued, slurping, thrusting, moaning, the tempo gradually
increasing.  Diane could feel the sensations building again in her crotch
and could tell Ralph was getting near from his rapid thrusting.  Mark was
moaning loudly now, his hips twitching, driving his cock into her mouth as
she bobbed on it, loving the feel of his silky hardness sliding in and out
of her mouth.  His cock was getting even harder, when suddenly she felt it
jerk hard in her mouth and his first jet of cream squirted into her mouth
as he groaned in release.  Then he began a steady series of contractions
and she could feel further streams of cum shooting from his cock into her
mouth.  She tried to swallow, but there was too much and some ran out and
dribbled down her lips.

   This set her off and she gasped as her orgasm hit her, letting Mark's
cock fall out of her mouth as her eyes rolled up and she pushed back hard
on Ralph's cock, her pussy gripping it tightly, urging him to deposit his
seed in her womb.  She felt jolts of pleasure run throughout her body as
she came, and then she felt Ralph lunge against her.  The stimulation of
first Mark coming, then Diane coming on his cock was too much.  His cock
started pulsing inside her, adding his deposit to that of Dave's.

   Finally they relaxed and fell apart.  Diane had a mixture of hers and
the two men's cum matted in her pubic hair and glistening on her thighs,
and Mark's come dribbling down her chin.  But after watching the show, Dave
was hard again and ready for more.

   So it went.  Each of the men came at least three times with her that
night and Diane lost count of her orgasms.  By the time the men couldn't
get it up anymore, she had cum oozing out of her pussy and smeared over
much of her body.  Her hair was a mess and her makeup and lipstick smeared.
When she finally put her outfit back on to leave, she looked (and felt) the
well used slut.  Fortunately, it was early morning with no one in the
parking lot to see her, just the front desk staff as she crossed the hotel
lobby - little doubt what she had been up to!