How I ended up used in a hotel room by more than I was expecting is explained below. The photos of my outfit are the white lingerie set on my media. You can see the clean versions of them before they were - well - stained...

I'd spent most of Wednesday cleaning around the house, but had promised myself an opportunity to try on the wedding dress which I'd bought a couple of years ago as a present to myself. Perhaps I may never use it, but having bought it, I was damn sure I was going to make sure it always fitted.

The afternoon sun was strong through the bedroom window as I showered and made sure I was clean and smooth before stepping into the dress and making sure it could do up as best i could manage it on my own.

The doorbell rang. Great timing, but what the hell it 's only a wedding dress. I made my way downstairs to the door and opened the door. It was Sharon from three houses down. It was fair to say that she was surprised to see me in a wedding dress and immediately wanted to know why...

A brief explanation and Sharon got onto why she was really here. Her husband was turning 60 and she, who was also 60, wanted to gift him a present and was wondering if I would be that present! We'd had a drink some months ago about how her husband had told her he fantasized about me and although she played it down at the time, it obviously got her mind to think about it more.

"We are going away to a country hotel - quite out of the way - and I'd love for him to find you as a gift on the hotel bed and well, be able to have his way with you". Not the comment I was expecting, but dressed in a wedding dress and turned on by the idea, I said that we'd make some arrangements but in principle yes! But only if she would be there too to make sure it was all ok. She agreed and we said we'd make the necessary arrangements over the next couple of weeks.

And so, four weeks later, promptly at 4pm, I was picked up in the Uber and despite not knowing where I was going I got into the back seat. I had arranged with Sharon that I would put on a blindfold and headphones so i wouldn't know where I was going to end up as she said this would mean she could keep things in absolute secrecy. I suspected the Uber driver would find wearing these weird, but he turned to tell me to put them on straight away. So I did, a blindfold that let no light in and a pair of headphones that played a selection of hits from the 80's.

It must have been over two hours before we arrived and I only knew because the car stopped and the engine turned off. A tap of my shoulder and my headphones were removed. "I have to hand you over with your blindfold on" but be careful of the step out of the car and don't worry about your bags as they will be taken to the room". Not the introduction to the hotel I was expecting.

I was passed in silence to another who led me on stone floors (I knew that as my heels clicked as I walked), and into an elevator. A few more twist and turns along a carpeted floor and a door opened. I was led inside and an envelope was put in my hand. "Wait until I'm out of the room before opening it" said the female voice.

The door opened and closed, I breathed excitedly, and took off the blindfold. Fearing I may have been led somewhere unusual, I was relieved to find myself in a plush and spacious hotel room that oozed with character. It was indeed a country hotel, but unsure where.

Time to open the envelope.

"Hi Katy - Sorry for the time it took to get you here, but we think it will be worth it. The hotel staff are aware you were arriving and have placed us in a far corner of the hotel and what is a soundproof room. You are to dress in the white lingerie we discussed and have yourself ready on the bed in a provocative style, ready for 7.30pm sharp. I will be taking Paul for dinner at 6.30 and expect to be back to the room for then. All he knows is that I have a further gift for him. Thank you for doing this and I'm sure you will enjoy it too. I will stay in the room to watch you both and it is up to you how far you wish to go beyond what we have already talked about. However I would appreciate you leaving the card in the envelope showing Green or Red one way up or the other on the side table.

Green means you are happy to explore beyond what we already discussed, Red will mean nothing beyond what we had discussed will happen. It is your choice"

Well I wasn't expecting to have decisions to make but what the hell, Green was going to win, as I wasn't worried about what the two of them could do with me. Sharon had discussed limits some weeks before and I remember telling her that blood and scat was a no-no, but not much else. She'd laughed, and thinking about it, perhaps her laugh was more in anticipation, but not to worry now. I needed to get dressed.

The bathroom was huge and my bag had arrived in there before me, so clearly I wasn't taken the quick way to the room.

Make up and wig took some time but then I slipped on the satin French knickers, glossy white hold up stockings and white bra. The rose gold heels finishing the outfit. I looked very demure and innocent - if only people knew...The red jeweled steel butt plug which had been in since I'd left home was something you wouldn't expect to find with white lingerie.

I glanced at the clock 7.25....I lay myself on the bed, legs crossed, up on the headboard, arms back above my head, showing off my long legs and body. The wait for those five minutes was a long one.

But just after 7.30 as promised I heard a key in the lock and the door opened. Looking up and backwards I saw Sharon lead Paul into the room with his own blindfold on.

"Happy Birthday Paul" Sharon said as she removed his blindfold. She is all yours for 2hrs, do as you will. Click, went the camera as Sharon took a photo of me dressed for Paul.

Paul took a moment to take it all in "Are you sure" he asked. "I am" said Sharon.

With that Paul came over to the bed and began to stroke me all over. His hands wandered all over my lingerie clad body and he realized I was very wet. He had begun to undress and he was like a kid in a candy shop - where do you start. He started by placing his rather impressive cock in my mouth and holding my head as he allowed me to suck him hard. I was still in my original position but Paul was making me only concentrate on his cock that filled my throat. When he was hard he turned me over so i was face down (and another click as i was placed ready for rear access).

I felt lube drip onto the tops of my legs and felt a tug on the butt plug in my ass. Paul had desires to replace the but plug with his cock. Sharon had told me she'd never let him do it to here, but he'd always wanted too. And so, the tugging of the butt plug, however sensuous, was replaced by a sharp intake of breath as the head popped out and my ass felt relief from being so filled. But that didn't last long, the lube was being placed around my ass by Paul and his cock was beginning to push into my ass. He didn't wait for me and thrust himself fully into me in one motion. I cried a little shriek and Sharon immediately told me off for making noise. Paul firmly held my arms by my side and began to thrust in and out of my ass as Sharon lifted my head and placed a ball gag into my mouth to stop any more noise. As quick as it was in my mouth, it had been secured at the back of my head.

Paul continued his thrusting and in what seemed like a couple of minutes was depositing his cum deep within my ass. He stayed on top of me pressing down and didn't move. I thought he'd get off but his cock remained inside me and his hands holding my arms by my side. It was at this point I felt Sharon begin to tie my legs together at the ankles. It was too late when I realized to stop it from happening.

Paul lifted himself up slightly - just enough for his cock to pop out of my ass - before Sharon replaced it with the butt plug, sealing the cum within. The French Knickers replaced over the top.

Paul and Sharon now combined to bring my hands together and tie them together behind my back. I had realized the unfolding predicament but couldn't make much noise due to the ball gag and with legs and arms tied, it was only a few more moments before i was gagged in a hogtie.

They both stood admiring their handiwork. Sharon and Paul kissed and Sharon picked up the green card I'd left on the table.

"You need to be careful what you wish for" said Sharon. "Do you remember telling me how much you love cum?"

I could be barely nod, but tried. "Well you are certainly not going to be short of that this evening" she continued, "There are a few groups of men here who will certainly cover you in their cum and we will just hand the key to one of them and tell them to pass it on". You could be in for a long night."

"Don't worry though, we will release you around 2-3am and let you walk back to your room, via reception to get the key". I was gobsmacked. Not only was I going to become a cum dump for men, I'd then be forced to go and get my key while dressed n whatever the state of the white lingerie was at that time, plus what a mess I'd be in.

The light was turned out, the door shut and off they went. I was hogtied and gagged and dressed like a virginial slut. I waited, but not for long. The door opened and a little snigger as a man, probably mid 20's came in. He took out his cock and began to wank himself directly in front of my eyes before exploding over my face. I felt it in my eyes, my hair, and sliding down the side of the ball gag. He left as quickly as he came. Light out, door shut...

This went on for hours - 40-50 I'd say but I may have lost count - their cum all over me and covering me in a shiny glaze.

Eventually Sharon returned with Paul and released me - they ungagged me - my jaw aching but covered in slimy cum. I was escorted to the door and unceremoniously dumped outside. I was unsteady on my heels but made my way to reception where only a few hardy souls were left sipping their last beer. They looked at the bedraggled woman in her undies and heels, covered in cum and laughed.

The receptionist just handed me the key giving me the look of 'what an absolute slut you are'. Maybe she was right....

I found my room and looked in the mirror. I had crusty cum stains all over me, as well as plenty still in liquid form finding there way down the face. I reached into my French knickers and pulled at the butt plug...The second time it came loose. s it did the final ignominy - stored cum leaked from my ass and ran down my stockings - I looked the ultimate cum slut and knew I'd be doing it again...