Isabella Has to See Josh Again

It had been five weeks since the planned threesome that had not ended up involving three people. After my wife, Isabella, had finally agreed to a threesome, in an attempt to rekindle our marriage, we had found ourselves in a five-star hotel room in London, waiting for the escort to arrive. While Isabella had made it clear that the escort was to be female, I had stupidly booked a male escort.

When he arrived in the hotel lobby and I met him there, he turned out to be a young 25-year-old black man called Josh. I had brought him to the room, where my wife was waiting. As soon as had saw him, she had summoned me to the bathroom to tell me to get rid of him. However, the cocky escort had taken over the situation and convinced my wife to tell me to wait in the lobby. Having left them alone in the room, Josh had proceeded to undress her, spank her bare ass, get her to pull out his ugly black cock and then suck it, swallowing his pre-cum. Finally, he had gotten her on the bed and worked his magic on her cunt with his tongue, before finally fucking her until they both came. She had obviously been reluctant and resisted, but every time Josh had touched her, he seemed to gain power over her. He was also a professional and knew how to take control, when to push things and when to wait patiently. She had ended up begging for his cock under him and had had the most explosive orgasm for many years, potentially of her life.

Naturally our marriage hadn't been plain sailing from that evening, although we both worked hard to try to put it behind us. Isabella felt remorse at what she had ended up doing with Josh (even though I hadn't heard the full glory details, I had found her in the hotel room, asleep, with Josh's cum oozing out of her spent pussy). I also felt massive regret for having arranged the male escort to begin with. Neither of us could fathom how things had gone so far, and why we both hadn't told him to leave and spent the evening with each other.

A few days later, on a Thursday, Isabella had just finished her favourite yoga session, when her phone buzzed with a message. As she was about to jump in the car to drive home and didn't recognise the number, she didn't bother to read it.

"I will read it later," she thought to herself.

Arriving home, she had a shower and made some lunch, when she saw she had another message from the same number. Curious, she opened her phone and clicked on the message.

"I have been thinking of you and it is time for our second round Isabella. Meet me at my flat on 27 Bowyer Place, Camberwell, next Tuesday at midday. Don't be late, Josh".

Isabella read the first message and her vision blurred as the memories of that fateful night returned to her in a flash. She sat down and tried to breathe through the flashbacks, remembering the various activities Josh had made her do. After a few minutes, she recalibrated and started thinking of what to do. Then she remembered the second message.

"Don't ignore me or I will come make this very embarrassing for you. You wouldn't want your friends to know about our fun night at the hotel. Remember you said you would see me again. Let's not break our promises."

The message was followed by a smiley face emoji, as well as a black hand. She knew what that meant. He had repeatedly grabbed her hair when she had been hesitant to do something he asked her. She had always enjoyed having her hair pulled during sex, especially by a dominant man. Her heart started racing again, and this time, a warm glow started up in her pussy.

"Fuck no!" she said, as she sat there, feeling her body respond to the thoughts of that night.

"No no no, I can't!" she said out loud in the empty large house, as I was at work. Desperately she tried to think of what she had said. For good or bad, she could pretty much recall every moment, every phrase, every action of that accursed evening that she had ended up giving herself fully to Josh.

Casting her mind back towards the end of the evening, once Josh was fucking her, she remembered the scene.

"Tell me that I am going to fuck you again," he said, pushing to see how far he could go with the married desperate wife.

Hating herself, she couldn't stop the words from pouring from her mouth, "Yes, with that fucking big black cock of yours. I will need to become your slut again," Isabella responded.

She buried her head in her hands and quietly cried a few tears.

"Next Tuesday?" she asked herself. Could she even go if she decided to?

"If I meet him at midday, that's at least an hour and a half to get there, an hour and a half to get home, and then how much time will I spend at his?" she thought. She knew she didn't have much time, given his second message. She checked to see the time gap, and it was about 30 minutes between messages. The second message had been sent about 25 minutes ago. Looking at her phone, she could see he was now typing another message and the blood drained from her face. Fortunately, it stopped without a message being sent.

Panicking, she knew she needed to reply.

"Let me check and get back to you," she replied, non-committally.

She sat there and went over and over the permutations of what she could do. She couldn't risk Josh coming to see her, even if she had no idea how he could have gotten her address. Maybe she could block his number and he would disappear. Or maybe he would contact me, her husband, Sebastian. She couldn't risk that. They had only just begun to forget the night Sebastian had arranged the threesome and she had ended up fucking the escort.

Crying more openly now, in frustration and anger, she reached for her phone.

"I will be there," was all she could bring herself to write and put her phone down.

She spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze, trying to figure out how she could minimise the physical or avoid being fucked like she had in the hotel room. She thought about taking a friend, calling the police, going on holiday for a few days, anything. But she knew this wouldn't go away on its own. By the time I got home, she had decided that she was going to go through with it and trust herself not to get into more trouble than she planned to.

The next couple days were quiet, as she tried not to think about the upcoming rendezvous. However, on Saturday morning, she received a text from Josh. Desperate for me not to see it, she grabbed her phone and went upstairs to her bathroom, and, with shaking hands, opened the message.

"You are to wear the following. It is Saturday so go to the shops and buy the items if you don't own them. Dark overcoat, light silk blouse, half-cut bra (again), knee high boots, dark miniskirt that ends three inches above your knees and crotchless knickers. If you don't wear these exact items, you will regret it." That was it, no other message or comment, just the instructions and the threat.

Trembling she read and reread the message. He was taking control and they hadn't even met! "Fuck what do I do now?" she screamed in her head, almost hysterical. She had worn a half-cut bra last time, and Josh had clearly enjoyed that, sucking her nipples as she stood before him, but she didn't have crotchless knickers. Fortunately, she had the other items somewhere in her huge wardrobe of clothes.

Trying to remain composed, Isabella came back downstairs and chatted to me. Later that day, she quickly scanned the Ann Summers site and ordered a red pair of crotchless knickers. She was still hoping to find a way out of the situation, but Tuesday was now only three days away.

Despite spending the rest of the weekend and Monday constantly thinking what to do, she realised by Monday evening that she had no way out. She hoped and prayed that if she met Josh again, she could handle his advances. If not, she resigned herself to perhaps limiting their tryst to a blowjob.

Tuesday morning dawned and Isabella was up early. Fortunately, I had a long day in the office, so would be out till late in London.

"At least that," Isabella thought to herself as she kissed me goodbye at 7:45.

She immediately went upstairs and laid out her outfit.

"Am I really going to wear this?" she asked out loud, starting at the mini skirt, blouse, knickers, bra and boots.

She spent the next hour and a half trying on the clothes, trying to see if they could be worn in as modest a fashion as possible. She would have to get the train to Waterloo and then a bus to Camberwell. The whole journey would take over 90 minutes, so she needed to leave at 10:00. She struggled to eat but knew she needed fortitude and energy for the challenging day ahead.

After eating, she showered and did her makeup and hair. She didn't look as ravishing as she had on the night of the threesome and tried to go for a classy and mature look. She slipped into the outfit, shocked at the shortness of the skirt and the feel of her exposed pussy.

Fortunately, her overcoat covered most of her body and ended below her knees. However, the boots were what she would call "fuck me boots" and she hadn't worn them in years. They went up to just under her knees. She drove to the station and nearly missed her train, rushing and hopping in as the doors were closing. In her rush, her overcoat opened as she hadn't buttoned it, and the train got a full glimpse of her outfit: boots, mini skirt and silk blouse. She blushed and quickly did up the coat and tried to find a seat. The train journey was a blur, as her mind was so preoccupied with what was about to happen when she met Josh. A man opposite her dropped his phone twice, and it was only after the second time that she realised he had been having a cheeky glance to see if he could see up her skirt. She huddled the coat closer.

Isabella managed to hop onto the bus and her stomach started turning somersaults. Could she really be on her way to meet the young black escort that had seduced her and she had done everything he commanded her to do 6 weeks before? She shuddered and ignored the rowdy youths around her on the bus. She wasn't the normal commuter on this bus, which was filled with mainly black and brown boys playing truant.

A couple stops before her stop, two 16- or 17-year-old youths came over and sat next to her. There was only room for two people, but now there were three people sat on the row. Isabella turned to look at them and said, "Excuse me," but they just laughed and remained sitting next to her. It seemed one was consider talking to her or touching her leg when she pushed past them and rang the bell to get off the bus.

Descending from the bus, she was relieved that she could see a tower block not far away, and walked towards it. Her phone told her it was Josh's address. As with the bus, there were a few black and brown youths hanging out near buildings or on the street. She tried to ignore them, but her long black boots was attracting unwanted attention from various members. She realised that she was over 10 minutes early. Arriving at the tower block, she tried the door, but it was locked.

Isabella turned around miserably and looked around. She would have to wait 10 minutes or more. Texting Josh, she wrote, "I am here, come meet me." She decided to wait near the door, in case someone came out and she could enter the building.

She didn't like the look of some of the youngsters who were hanging out around the building. As she waited, she heard a few of them wolf whistle or call out, "show us what you got MILF!" Isabella blushed and looked away, not having been the subject of catcalls for over 15 years. After a few minutes, a couple men slowly approached the as she reached for her phone.

"Lady, who are you here to meet?" the taller black fellow asked. He couldn't be more than 18 years old but was confidently looking at her. The other fellow was an Indian guy, who looked shifty.

"Just a friend," Isabella replied quickly, holding her phone as if to make a call.

"You don't look familiar, you been here before?" he asked her, studying her face closely.

"No, this is my first visit, but I should be heading inside any second," she said hastily.

"How about coming to hang out with us until she arrives?" the black fellow asked her, looking her up and down as she clutched her coat around her. "Those are nice boots," he added, smiling at her.

"He is arriving any minute, thanks," she responded carefully, not wanting to be too rude.

"The pub is just around the corner, if you want to buy us a drink," the Indian fellow said, laughing.

Isabella looked over at him, as he shifted from foot to foot. He was also trying to see what she was wearing under her coat. "Why don't you let us take your coat?" he offered helpfully.

"I am fine thanks," she replied, growing frostier but becoming concerned at their tone.

"We can get you into the building. We saw you tried to get in," the black fellow said, offering his services.

"I do need to get in," Isabella confirmed, feeling more hopeful now.

The black fellow moved forward, closing the gap between himself and Isabella. She thought he was about to open the door, so took a step forward. The Indian fellow came up behind her after she turned toward the doorway. The next thing she knew, the black fellow had turned towards her, and the Indian fellow was right behind her. Her phone was snatched from her grasp as she struggled to understand what was happening.

In a flash, Isabella was trapped between the two young men. She tried to scream but the black fellow covered her mouth with his black hand, as both men pressed against her body. She tried to push the black fellow away and grab her phone, but the Indian fellow behind her grabbed her arms and held them to her side.

Isabella moaned in panic and anger as she was sandwiched between the two youngsters, one of them covering her mouth, holding her phone, while the other held her arms in place at her side. Both were now so close to her that their bodies were literally sandwiching hers. She could smell their body odour and cheap cologne.

Isabella couldn't believe her situation. She was trapped between two youths outside a block of flats, waiting for the young black escort to meet her there and take her upstairs to fuck her against her will. As she thought this depressing thought, the black youth began to unbutton her coat buttons.

She could see other youths that were hanging about watching them. She tried to bite his hand, but he was careful and avoided her teeth. As the Indian fellow held her tight, the black man's skilled fingers managed to undo four and then five buttons of her coat. Within seconds, her cream-coloured silk top was visible as her coat started to unfurl. Straining to stop him but failing, another button and then another were undone. Far quicker than she had hoped, her overcoat now hung open, as the two men could see her full outfit.

Immediately, some whistles went up at the sight of my beautiful wife, dressed in a sheer cream blouse and a short dark miniskirt, capped off by knee high boots. She looked like a cross between a classic Hollywood star and a streetwalker. The crowd knew which one they preferred her to be.

Moving swiftly on, the black fellow's free hand went to one of her tits, as the nipples underneath were exposed by her half-cut bra. Just as he began rubbing her right tit, the door opened and out came Josh.

Isabella was absolutely delighted to see Josh as he walked out the door. Within a second, he had grabbed her phone off the young black man and pushed both of them away. They ran off laughing.

Josh turned to see Isabella taking deep breaths and covering herself with her coat. He handed her the phone and she gasped, "thank you so much Josh, there were trying to feel me up!"

Josh put an arm around her and led her into the building, as she gratefully allowed him to shepherd in. She looked around and gathered her emotions. Fortunately, it had all happened quickly and ended quickly... thanks to Josh, she told herself.

She turned to him and said quietly, "thank you, that could have ended badly." She looked him in the eyes with gratitude and was only somewhat surprised when he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. My wife responded softly, allowing the young escort to kiss her lips, without opening her mouth. After a few seconds, she couldn't help herself and began to respond to his kiss. Fortunately, this only lasted a few more seconds as Josh pulled back.

"Let's head upstairs," he said, taking her coat off her. "Nice outfit, I see you got the message," he said. Isabella was torn between her recent gratitude and her anger at his summoning her to his flat. She decided against replying as he led her to the stairwell.

"Can you walk in those?" Josh asked, showing concern for her footwear. "My flat is on the 4th floor and the lift is out of order," he explained. Isabella nodded and said, "yes, it should be fine."

She turned to the first flight of stairs and Josh followed her, letting her walk in front of him. There were about 30 steps to the first floor and they soon were walking along the 1st floor corridor to the next stairwell. They hadn't said anything about the reason of their meeting to one another after Josh had rescued her outside. As they began to climb the second flight, Isabella felt Josh's hand on her hip, right where her miniskirt and blouse met and untucked her shirt somewhat. This allowed his hand to touch her exposed skin of her hip. She started to feel that familiar feeling that she had had during the night at the hotel. His touch would make her feel aroused, temper her dislike for him and the situation she found herself in and would increase her attraction to him.

Shaking her head to try to diminish the familiar feelings running from her hip through her body, Isabella continued to climb the stairs. Although she had been extremely fit as agirl and young lady, every step was now more difficult, as they approached the second floor. She was relieved when they arrived on the second floor and slowly walked down the hall to the next flight of stairs. Josh's hand was enjoying the feel of the soft skin of her hip but Isabella decided not to say anything. She remained committed to refusing his advances once they got to his flat, however.

The start of the third flight weighed on her legs, and she was forced to slow her climbing, breathing heavily. She could feel Josh's hand on her hip and much to her disgust, her pussy started warming up. She focused on climbing the last steps to reach the 3rd floor. By the time she made it, her breathing was laboured.

"Why am I finding this so hard?" she asked herself, even as her mind began to waver from her firm commitment to refuse Josh's advances.

Pausing and bending over slightly for ten seconds, she then realised that her miniskirt was riding up her backside. Quickly she straightened up, but Josh had had a quick glimpse of her crotchless knickers.

"Nice choice of knickers Isabella," Josh said triumphantly. The fact that she had followed his instructions, down to the crotchless knickers, caused her face to burn in shame.

"Don't get any ideas," Isabella said quietly, but without the conviction she hoped her voice would convey.

Josh heard her comment but knew that it was a feeble attempt for Isabella to establish control of the situation. Josh smiled to himself. If Isabella had given in to his every command and ended up having the biggest orgasm of her life during their tryst in the hotel room, how was she going to control the situation today, when she had agreed to meet him at his flat, wearing the slutty outfit he had told her to wear, after he had just saved her from two young punks downstairs?

Trying to gather her energy for the final flight of stairs, Isabella started walking down the corridor to the start of the final set. Josh's warm hand was on her hip, her silk blouse untucked on that side.

The building narrowed at the top floor, which was the 4th, and the staircase became more cramped. They had only passed a couple residents on the way up so far, and the building was eerily quiet. Isabella had been so focused on planning on how to resist Josh once they got into his flat, that she hadn't really thought about how few people were about. She just wanted this visit to be over and to get on with her life.

They started climbing the cramped staircase, and Isabella used the bannister occasionally. Josh's hand was on her hip, making her ascent a bit cumbersome, even if his hand felt delightful on her skin.

As the stairway bent round, she entered a narrow section, which was not visible from the corridor of either the 3rd or 4th floor. At that point, Isabella was overcome with a lack of energy and stopped. She wasn't sure if she turned to the bannister to hold it with both hands, or Josh subtly guided her body to face it, but she found herself with two hands resting on it. She was slightly bent over, as Josh took the final step to reach her on the short corridor connecting the two flights of stairs that linked the top two floors.

Just as certain moments in the hotel room during their initial meeting, the next moments seemed to happen in a daze. Isabella felt Josh's second hand on her other hip, and he untucked the silk blouse on that side as well. Isabella was focused on getting her breath back for the final climb, and said nothing as he stood behind her, both of his black hands holding her pale skin.

She was tired after the days of worrying about this rendezvous, the journey in, the scare outside the building and the climb. As a result, she didn't notice that Josh was pulling her hips backwards towards him and she was forced to shuffle her legs backward. This caused the top half of her body to move forward and down as she continued to clutch the bannister with both hands. It felt good to stretch her tired legs. She felt awkward adopting this pose in front of Josh, but it was helping her legs feel better.

A few moments of peace ended as she realised she was almost completely bent over now, her miniskirt riding up, exposing half of her MILF ass. What was worse was her skimpy crotchless knickers provided little cover to her ass, and none to her pussy. She tried to straighten up saying, "Josh no!"

Josh had guided her body so that her legs were quite a way from the bannister and her back was now nearly horizontal. His two hands held her in place, making sure she couldn't straighten up or change position.

"Don't take your hands off the bannister slut," Josh said, calling her by the title he had used on the night in the hotel.

"No, stop, what are you doing??" Isabella whispered fiercely, not wanting to attract attention. By now, Josh's right hand had left her right hip and was caressing one of her exposed ass cheeks. His hand felt even better on her ass cheek than it did on her hip.

Fighting the new feeling, Isabella tried to straighten out but Josh kept her back bent over and then moved his right foot in between her legs. As Josh pushed his leg rightwards, Isabella was forced to move her right leg outwards, lowering further the position of her hips and exposing more of herself.

Josh's wandering hand now moved lower and had made contact with her exposed cunt lips. Isabella moaned in frustration and the early feelings of sexual arousal.

"This can't be happening," she thought to herself, given she had harboured hopes of rejecting his advances today. His fingers found her cunt, which was getting moist.

Josh now moved his left leg to her left leg and pushed outwards again. Her left leg complied without her permission and soon she was standing bent over, her legs spread apart. His hand had now found her clit, her main weakness and Isabella couldn't refrain from emitting another moan.

"Please Josh, stop, we can't, we're in public, what if someone comes?" Isabella asked, begging him. Isabella had always refused to have sex with me in public, but if she was forced, she would find the experience highly erotic. Josh didn't care about getting caught and wanted to see if she would end up acquiescing to his advances in public.

Josh kept working her clit now, remaining silent, letting her concern and shame mount, the sexual tension rising rapidly. His hands were working their magic on her skin, enhanced twenty-fold by his hand on her core and clit. Sighing and moaning, Isabella bowed her head before embarking on another attempt to get him to stop.

"No more, you had a feel, let's get to your flat and I can suck your cock and you can lick me." Her attempts to try to refrain from any sexual contact with Josh seemed to be going up in smoke before they had even reached his flat. Josh stayed quiet, toying with my wife's hot pussy, as she remained bent over a public staircase in a block of flats in Camberwell, dressed like a whore.

Another minute went by and now Isabella's hips were moving of their own will, her hands gripping the bannister tightly. Josh had now moved closer to her and his groin was pressing against her crotch and ass, at just the right height, she thought, to enter her. She was occasionally telling him to, "stop, not here," but the tone was becoming more defeatist. Finally, Josh spoke.

"You know you want to feel my black cock in you and get fucked in public like the slut you are," he told her, one hand remaining in her slimy and hot cunt, while the other reached up to grab her hair and hold her in place. He remembered how much she had enjoyed being held by her hair that night in the hotel.

"Fuck, no more please," Isabella moaned weakly, but they both could hear how hollow her words were.

That was the trigger for Josh's hand to leave my wife's pussy and tug down his trousers. His rock-hard cock was now free and seemed to instantly search out Isabella's exposed pussy, her crotchless knickers proving their worth, as he had hoped they might. She gasped as he didn't need his hand to guide his ugly black cock to her entrance, and his spare hand went under her silk blouse, to find one of her tits.

She moaned as she felt her hair being pulled, her right tit being squeezed, her nipples now rock hard, and Josh's cock at her entrance. Not wishing to allow her time to protest further, he moved his hips and entered Isabella's hot cunt as she moaned lewdly.

"Fuck you're wet and hot," Josh told her as he bottomed out in her cunt. He looked down to see his hips flush with her milky white ass cheeks, his black skin a strong contrast to hers. The crotchless knickers were making a futile attempt to cover her ass cheeks.

By now, Isabella had almost accepted that she was to be fucked in a public place, but still protested occasionally, as Josh started fucking her MILF cunt.

"Josh someone could, ahhh, find us and, ohhh, we could get in trouble, please, aahhh, not here, upstairs, ohhhh fuck, you can fuck me there." The stream of words came out of her mouth, but she was almost at the point of not caring.

"I was surprised you came today," Josh said, as he fucked her with deep thrusts. "But I guess you missed this black cock," he added.

Isabella said nothing but burned with shame and anger at her decision to visit the escort. She had agonised over it for days but thought she had no choice. Then she had told herself she would resist him or maybe she would agree to a kiss and a fondle of her tits. Now, before they had even made it to his flat, she was being fucked like a slut in a staircase, where anyone could come across them. She was dressed like a prostitute and was acting like one.

"I needed another round of your tight pussy," Josh told her, and she found herself pleased with the compliment. She was extremely turned on now and Josh hadn't touched her clit since entering her. Isabella could only come with clitoral stimulation. She enjoyed the feeling of being fucked but it wasn't the full deal of she couldn't' stimulate her clit. But the public act, something she had never done with me and only twice many years before with two different boyfriends, was exciting her against her better judgement.

"Fuck that's good," she moaned, as his hand squeezed her right tit and his other hand let go of her hair and moved down her back. I always like to play with her asshole when taking my wife from behind, which she doesn't really enjoy, and she was in no position to stop Josh from doing whatever he wanted to her body. Therefore, she was gratitude when Josh's left hand moved past her ass and reached under her to find her clit. His hand finding her clit was the final straw of her resistance, and she felt it in her mind.

"Yes, that's right... lover" she said, confused how to address the young black escort that was providing her with such heady feelings of sexual satisfaction. During their first encounter in the hotel room, when Josh had told her how she was to behave, he had insisted on her calling him Master. She had complied that night, but today he had not given any instructions, at least not yet. Despite her indignation of being summoned to his flat and being told what to wear, she was very grateful for his intervention when she had been in a sticky situation with the two men downstairs. And he was fucking her good and hard now, his talented hands working their magic on her tit and clit, his cock spreading feelings of lust and submission through her body and mind.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it Isabella? To be called here and to be fucked by my big black cock" Josh asked her, seeing her resistance crumble, seeing her pushing back on his cock, feeling her hot pussy needing more, as she pushed her clit against his fingers.

She didn't immediately respond, but she knew his words had some truth to them. She had come along today because she feared the consequences of not obeying, but there was obviously something more. How else could she explain being a willing participant in an act of public sex, when she refused to do it with her husband? Pushing back, she now concentrated on her pleasure and pleasing her young black lover.

Her first serious boyfriend at university had called her a sex kitten and she had been an enthusiastic practitioner of sex when she was younger. Josh's dominance, his power over her and his skill as a lover meant she was rediscovering her sexy and filthy side. Turning her head backwards, my sexy wife looked into Josh's eyes and said, "now fuck me good and hard, make me cum and fill me with your black cum," eyes full of lust.

Had I been there, I would not have recognised Isabella, my loving wife. She was dressed in a miniskirt (that was now bunched at her waist), knee-high boots and crotchless panties. Her silk blouse was hanging loose even if it wasn't unbuttoned, and her nipples were visible through her blouse, given her half-cut bra. She was being taken hard from behind by a 25-year-old black escort who she had fucked once before, and she had accepted his command to visit him to renew her infidelity. This time she couldn't blame me for organising a threesome, even if her visit was an attempt to end things with Josh. She was now begging for more of his black cock in her cunt, in a public staircase, ready to do anything for her pleasure and his.

Josh decided to hammer home his control of their coupling and grabbed both of her arms and pulled Isabella back towards him. This caused his cock to penetrate even deeper, as she gasped out in shock and discomfort. He had her wrists in his hand, her tits straining at her top given her position, her mouth in a silent gasp of agony. This was a new position for my wife, one that would break her if he kept her like this for long enough. It was both painful and exhilarating for the married wife.

Josh couldn't believe his luck. He had never expected the MILF to even respond to his text or, if she did, to tell him to go fuck himself. Then he had sent another text, a threatening one, almost as a joke. He had nearly fallen off his chair when she had accepted later that day. As a joke, he had sent her a list of clothes to wear, to dress like a slut for him, a few days later. Even this morning, he hadn't believed she would show up at midday outside his tower block. When he got her text saying she was waiting for him, he had thrown some clothes on and rushed downstairs. And now, he was not only fucking her hard, in a public staircase after she begged him not to, but he was breaking her.

Two minutes went by and Isabella's body was a conflagration of lust and pain. Her body was painfully stretched, with her top half, head and arms pulled towards her black lover. Her hips were kept in place by the Josh's black cock in her cunt and was being pounded mercilessly by his cock. Her cunt was trying desperately to accommodate the ugly black cock hitting spots that it shouldn't have, and every thrust seemed to hit her deeper.

"Please Master, I can't take any more of this position," Isabella managed to gasp out as Josh fucked her harder. The title he had insisted on her calling him last time had come naturally to her now, given the situation. He was her Master now, in this position. He could feel the desperation in her voice and her willingness to do what he asked if he took pity on her. Her MILF body was on the edge.

Another minute and her body was wracked with pain, as she howled in agony. Her mind was beginning to break from the onslaught.

"What have you got for me today, slut," Josh asked my wife, as she was close to losing control.

"Anything, what do you want?!" Isabella gasped out, knowing she didn't have long till the fucking would genuinely damage her body and mind.

"You ready to be taken upstairs?" Josh asked, mercilessly pounding her. She could feel her shoulders slowly coming loose from their sockets.

"Yes, anything you want. My mouth, my ass," she begged, scared now of the damage she could suffer from this coupling.

"Good girl," he said and let go of her arms as she collapsed forward, the sexy married wife falling onto the bannister.

"Let's go," Josh said, after allowing her a minute to recuperate. He pulled his cock out of her cunt and made sure she didn't drop to the floor. She was exhausted by the final painful position she had been subjected to, but Josh held her hips and steadied her.

"Thank you," she whispered to him and looked around to grab her small bag and coat. It was the second time she had thanked him that day. She pulled her mini skirt down, buttoned her top and tried to look like she hadn't just been having sex in the stairwell.

"To my flat now," Josh said. Now was the time for Isabella to run away. Instead, sighing and resigned to her fate, she moved to the final flight of stairs to his flat.

Josh opened the door to the flat and the couple walked in, Josh holding her hand. Isabella still couldn't quite believe she was entering his flat willingly, with the prospect of many sexual favours being delivered. But considering she had just been fucked in the public staircase for 10 minutes, anything was possible. She looked around, and noticed the tidy flat, and was relieved it smelt clean and was not a mess. Our house was a big house in the countryside, and this was quite the change. It had been a long time since she had been in such a modest dwelling.

"Want some food before we get to the main event?" Josh asked her, kindly. Isabella thought the main event might have already started, but she hated being hungry and his comment caused her stomach to remind her how hungry she was. She had hardly eaten breakfast this morning, for obvious reasons. Then, between the assault by the door and being fucked hard in the staircase, she had forgotten her hunger. Now it came back with a vengeance. It was 1:00pm and breakfast had been long ago.

"Yes, that would be very welcome," she said, trying to regain some dignity and sitting down on a chair, keeping her legs crossed and trying to make sure her miniskirt concealed some modesty. Her silk blouse was buttoned now, and her nipples had somewhat softened, and weren't quite so visible through her top.

Josh disappeared into the kitchen and started preparing some food, as Isabella sat there, completely baffled why she didn't leave. Of course, she had no idea that Josh's text summoning her to his flat was a joke and that he hadn't expected her to come. She thought he would have ruined her marriage and had no idea how he got her number. Her black captor came in and out of the living room, setting the table for them to eat, but secretly to check she hadn't left. Now that he wasn't touching her and my wife was recovering from her staircase fucking, her lust and need for her captor was disappearing like smoke in a breeze.

Josh joined her with two plates of food and some water for the two of them. He sat down and asked about Isabella's life. To someone walking into the flat, it would have seemed like two friends chatting, even if it was a bit strained. Josh was trying hard to make her feel comfortable.

As they finished, Isabella brought up the subject of her visit.

"What do you want from me Josh? We can't do this," she said, having regained her confidence. "I am married and I don't want an affair." She felt odd saying this, as she sat there in her outfit that Josh had told to her wear, conscious that her knickers were crotchless, and kept her legs firmly crossed.

Josh studied her and realised that he she was slipping away.

"How much more can I get out of her?" he thought to himself. He had expected her to walk out of the flat while he was cooking or to not even be there at all! But his feelings for her since the night in the hotel had moved from pure lust to more like devotion, allied to a need to fuck her again.

"Let's negotiate," he said, trying to sound in control.

"What is there to negotiate?" Isabella responded, also trying to sound in control.

"Our time together," Josh said, taking her hand in his. Isabella felt as if she was 18 years old again and being courted.

"I am married and am staying married. You had me that night in the hotel and in the staircase an hour ago Josh. That's enough," she said but left her hand in his.

"But you loved that hour in the hotel. I saw you cum, I heard what you told me," Josh said with earnest. "I have never had a woman like that," he went on. "You are special, very special to me," he finished quietly.

Isabella looked at him for some time, caught off guard by his touching confession. She had enjoyed that night immensely on a physical level, even as she had submitted to him and been made to do things she wouldn't have chosen to do.

"We both know this ends here," Isabella said, feeling sorry for the young man given his expression of affection that he had just made.

"I could have finished in the staircase but I stopped," Josh protested.

"You shouldn't have fucked me in public," Isabella snapped.

"I am sorry," Josh replied, once again catching Isabella off guard.

Isabella paused, trying to understand what was going on.

"I need to go," she said standing up, after 10 seconds. But then she remembered the danger outside and Josh saving her just over an hour ago.

She stood before him, as she had stood before him that night in the hotel room, just before he told her to take off her dress and the evening had started. She stood there in her slutty outfit he had told her to wear and stared at him. He stared back, his hands moving to hold hers as he sat in front of her.

Isabella, the 47-year-old married wife, looked down at the young black man, the situation so different from the episode on the staircase or the hotel room. He had just declared his passion for her, reminding her of previous successful and unsuccessful wooers from her past. She felt sorry for him and her female/maternal instinct wanted to comfort him. Sighing, she let go of his hands and turned away, walking over to the window.

She needed to think and end this situation correctly. It needed to be final, and it needed to ensure Josh wasn't bitter about it. That way, he wouldn't try to get in touch with her again. Also, there was the matter of the money I had paid him for the night in the hotel. She wanted that back, given that he had received a considerable amount of sexual gratification and payback from her. She should be the one receiving the money!

Taking a deep breath, and finally in control of the situation, she felt lighter, herself again.

Walking back towards him, she looked at him with empathy and firmness.

"This is what needs to happen and you need to agree," she said, asserting herself. Josh looked at her, expectantly.

"First, you need to repay me the £500 my husband paid you for that night in the hotel. You have had more than enough fun with me that night and today to justify you being paid money for that. If anyone deserves to be paid, it is me" Isabella told him.

Josh nodded and quickly got up and went to a drawer. Taking out a wad of notes, he counted out £600 and walked back to Isabella.

"Here is £600. £500 refund and £100 for your trip today" Josh said.

Isabella nodded and took the money, placing it safely in her small bag.

"Thank you. Second, you need to delete my number and all trace of me on your phone. I never knew how you got my number, but it needs to go, now. If you don't, and you contact me again, I will contact the police and a solicitor. My marriage will not be put at risk for you." Isabella was serious now and Josh was amazed by her tone and confidence. It made him lust for her even more.

He took his phone out and deleted her number. He then deleted the texts they had exchanged. "Is this enough?" the young black man asked her, standing opposite her.

"Yes, that's fine. Once I step out of this building and into the cab, you are never to contact me again. Is that final?" she asked him, searching his dark eyes.

"Yes, I promise Isabella" he responded, and she took his word for it.

They stood there, the married wife wearing a slutty outfit, the young black escort dressed plainly, as they stared at each other.

Taking another deep breath, Isabella moved to wrap up the final issue.

"It is 5 minutes to 2pm. I will leave this flat at 3:30pm. Until then, you are welcome to live out your passion and fantasies with my body. After today, you will never see me again, but for the next hour and a half, I am yours." Isabella was amazed she had managed to get those words out without faltering. She knew she needed to give him one final session, to fully slake his need.

Josh stared at her, amazed and astonished, and couldn't believe what she had just said. He had been preparing himself for the mental anguish of her departure and never touching her soft white skin ever again.

"Oh wow," was all Josh could muster, his cock immediately stirring at the thought of a final 90 minutes with his dream woman. "Are you joking, please say you aren't?" Josh said, worried she was toying with him now.

"I am serious, and I am waiting for you to start. It is up to you to decide what to do and how to do it. I will do everything you tell me, if I can bring myself to do it," my wife told the black escort. "But this ends here," she said as he closed the gap between them.

As Josh got near her, Isabella was filled with doubt, shame and remorse at her choice. But as he took her hands in his, she knew this was the only way to end this here and save her marriage.

Josh looked into her eyes, and his self-confidence came back. He thought to himself "how do I want to spend my final 90 minutes with this MILF? Shall I make love to her like a lover or humiliate and fuck her like a slut?"

Isabella could see his pensive eyes and almost feel him considering the options. Taking another deep breath, she whispered in a sensual voice. "Use me Josh, beat me and make me beg for more, and make me moan your name as I cum for you." Isabella would never understand where those words came from as she thought back to that day, but at the moment, they were the words she said. She could feel her body firing up, as the escort held her hands, her pussy warming up and lubricating itself.

It only took Josh a few seconds and he was transformed. From being besotted with Isabella, he was back as the dominant male, and keen to impose his will on her. He wanted to fuck her of course, but also to humiliate her, make her feel some pain, make her beg for more. Grabbing her hair harshly, he said to her in an evil voice "you're mine now and get ready to be abused." As he said those words, she moaned in need and fear.

Not pausing to give her time to adapt to the changed dynamic, Josh dragged Isabella over to the sofa and forced her to bend over it. He held her head down, forcing it into the cushions, as his other hand held her hips in place.

"Now to deal with you properly," he said, delighted to be back in control of "his" woman. "Don't you dare move," he said harshly as he stepped away from her.

Isabella was shocked at and scared of the immediate change in Josh's demeanour and regretted offering him 90 minutes use of her body. Her face was pressed to the sofa cushion so she couldn't see what Josh was fetching. Her miniskirt had ridden up her ass and her cheeks were exposed by the crotchless knickers. Of course, her cunt was once again on show.

Returning to her bent over body, Josh grabbed her hair again and twisted her head so she could see what he had retrieved. Her heart jumped when she saw he held a dildo and a paddle.

"Now suck that good and make it wet before I use that on your holes, slut," he said harshly, no hint of tenderness in his voice.

Dropping the dildo near her face, he returned to her ass, clutching the paddle. Isabella reached for the dildo and brought it to her lips. It smelled odd but she ignored the smell and taste and began licking it, before inserting it into her mouth.

"Spread those legs, slut" Josh ordered her. She complied, and she could feel her pussy lips opening slightly. Her pussy was secreting juices, which Josh now felt.

Wasting no time, he knelt behind her and immediately found her clit. Not bothering to restrain herself as she had in the hotel room or the staircase, Isabella immediately moaned as Josh's talented tongue found her special spot.

Isabella was trying hard to focus on the dildo and the task Josh had given her. The taste made it seem it had been used recently on another woman', but she avoided thinking of that as she covered it in her spit. However, her clit and Josh's tongue was demanding more of her full attention and soon receiving it. Just as another wave of lust emanated from her clit swept over her, Josh's tongue was gone.

He stood up and grabbed the paddle and swung hard. This time, unlike the hotel room when he had spanked her with his hand a few times, this hurt. Isabella cried out, the dildo falling from her mouth, as the pain spread through her exposed ass cheeks. Another one rained down on her exposed flesh and she screamed out again, this time with tears forming.

The contrast from the arousal of her clit to the pain and fire in her ass cheeks was dramatic. Josh paused and admired his work. Her ass cheeks were reddening now as Isabella gasped in pain.

"Your ass cheeks are looking fine now," Josh told her, and she could hear his voice was vengeful. She shut her eyes and regretted her decision to give him a final 90 minutes to use her as he saw fit. She breathed through the pain and then went to sucking on the dildo, almost self-soothing herself as she remained bent over the sofa.

He bent over, satisfied two hard smacks were enough for the moment and re-engaged with her clit. It wasn't long until the feelings of pleasure from her clit outweighed the fire coming from her ass cheeks. She sucked at the dildo, which gave her a way to ground herself.

A couple of minutes later, Josh told her, "Pass me that dildo". She removed it from her wet mouth and passed it back to him. As she did, she felt him rise and reach for something. She braced herself for more smacks from the brutal paddle.

Instead, he took the dildo from her hand and then she felt something at her asshole. It had a slimy point. She had assumed the dildo was for her pussy but this felt different. She inhaled sharply and protested as she felt the rounded point breaching her sphincter.

"What is that?" she couldn't stop herself from asking.

"What did you say?" Josh asked her, and she could hear the anger in his voice. The object that had been on the point of entering her ass was removed.

"What is that thing?" Isabella asked, fearful now of his anger.

"That's not how you speak to me!" he shouted, grabbing the paddle and slapping her ass with the third and hardest slap yet. Her scream was loud and long as her ass cheeks burst into pain. She tried to get up but he pushed her down, keeping her bent over. Breathing rapidly, she felt the waves of pain from her ass.

"You know better than to not address me as Master, slut!" Josh shouted, raising the paddle again to beat her.

Realising she was in danger of being hurt, she shouted out. "Yes Master, I am sorry, it won't happen again!" she cried out with earnest.

"You had better make sure of it, slut" he replied. He grabbed the object again and applied it to her asshole and this time, the object opened her up and made its way into her. She gasped in discomfort but was grateful as she could feel he had put some lube on it. As the four inches made their way painfully past her sphincter, she felt a ring at the base settle against her ass cheeks, as she breathed through the pain and discomfort. The thing was now fully seated in her asshole.

"What have you put in me Master?" Isabella had the courage to ask Josh. Reaching down to fiddle with it and provide her with feelings of lewd discomfort, he replied.

"It's a butt plug. You will wear it until I am ready to fuck your ass. It will get you ready for my cock." Josh knelt behind her again and noticed the red circle marks on her ass cheeks. Isabella had rarely allowed men to fuck her ass, including me. This was not what she had in mind but didn't know if she could stop him now.

"Yes Master, if that's your desire," was all she could reply. "What am I doing?" she cried out to herself in her head. Why hadn't she just walked out of this flat 10 minutes ago.

As if echoing the thoughts in her head, Josh said evilly, "I hope you aren't regretting your choice to stay." The words hung in the air, as she looked at the clock on the wall opposite showing 1:40pm. She had said she was leaving at 3pm. She had 80 minutes left. She didn't want to consider what would happen if Josh didn't let her leave.

As the pain from her paddled ass cheeks receded, her mind focused on the two stimuli coming from her pelvic region. The butt plug's initial pain at insertion had been replaced by a feeling of fullness and her hips swayed of their own accord, trying to relieve the discomfort and alien feeling of the plug. It wasn't as unpleasant as having a cock pistoning in and out of her asshole, but it was a constant reminder of her decision to stay and be subjected to Josh's whims.

The other main stimulus was more familiar and was provided by Josh's tongue on her clit. This was growing in prominence, and she was going through the routine she had experienced in the hotel room and the staircase. Reluctance and resistance replaced by sexual arousal. Her clit was now sending urgent messages to her body and brain, telling her to get ready for a significant orgasm. This combination of feelings caused Isabella to moan and gasp, her sore ass cheeks, her butt plug and her needy clit sending a firestorm of stimuli to the sexy MILF's brain.

Isabella was relaxing enough to focus on a potential orgasm when Josh stopped his licking. She waited to see what he had in store for her, when she heard him issue his next command.

"Get up now and tidy yourself up. Go to the bathroom and make yourself look like a proper slut. We have and hour and 15 minutes left. Go relieve yourself and be back out in 10 minutes. I want you looking like you are a whore." Josh told her as he helped her to straighten up and stand.

"Yes Master, where is the bathroom?" Isabella asked, feeling the butt plug in her asshole and standing on her tiptoes.

"Over there, don't take more than 10 minutes, I want you out here, ready to dance for me, at 1:55pm." Josh told her in no uncertain terms.

Moving swiftly to the bathroom, Isabella quickly took a piss and wiped herself clean of some of her juices. The earlier fucking and the cunnilingus had certainly had their effect on her secretions. She didn't dare remove the plug, but her hands strayed to the ring at the base and pulled. It expanded her asshole, and she gasped, but she let it go, knowing Josh would beat her severely if she removed it. She began to apply more aggressive make-up now, making herself look tartier. "Shit I better hurry!" she told herself, knowing she was just over an hour from leaving all of this behind.

As Isabella left the bathroom and returned to the living room, her world fell apart. Sitting on the sofa next to Josh was a fat, old swarthy man. He gave off immediate lecherous vibes and, as she looked at him incredulously, she could see his eyes gazing at her body hungrily.

"What the fuck Josh?" Isabella couldn't help but blurt out, even if she instantly regretted not using his title. But she wasn't going to hang around with this old man here.

"Sit slut," Josh commanded and his words hit her like a virtual slap.

"No, what is this? I am leaving," she said, marching towards the door. Josh was off his feet in a flash and guided her back to the seat opposite the sofa. "Sit now," he ordered her.

"You have one hour left. You're going to be a good slut and welcome Ahmed. Then we are going to have the threesome that your husband originally paid for." Josh explained the situation to her as she sat there miserably.

"Josh, I said 90 minutes with you. Not anyone else. I won't," Isabella forced the words out of her mouth, even as his hand stayed on her shoulder as she sat there. She felt like bursting into tears. As a parting gift, my kind naïve wife had wanted to be kind to Josh and leave him with a wonderful memory of her and her body. This was how he repaid her! But she was a proud woman and didn't want Josh to see her cry or be defeated, let alone this lecherous old man. Taking a deep breath, she said, "fine, but I leave at 3 on the dot." She couldn't stand to be in the company of Josh for a minute longer than the allotted time. She had 60 minutes left, and she could get through it. How bad could it get??

Josh took my wife's arm in his hand and helped her get to her feet. He led her over to the sofa. She stumbled forward, looking like a whore and stood there, right in front of Ahmed. He had said nothing so far but was enjoying the view.

"Meet Ahmed, my neighbour," Josh said. Ahmed looked at her and then patted the sofa next to him. "Sit" he said, his English clearly limited.

Isabella couldn't bring herself to move closer to the lecherous older man, so Josh sat two seats away from Ahmed and pulled Isabella down in the seat between them. Isabella sat and tried to keep her legs as closed as possible.

As soon as she sat down, Josh went to sit opposite them on a chair. "Why don't you show Ahmed how friendly you can be?" Josh asked Isabella. Ahmed didn't need much encouragement as he placed a large fat hand on the inside of Isabella's right thigh.

Isabella shuddered at the touch and remained sat straight up, petrified in disgust. This was far worse than the night at the hotel with Josh. Ahmed leant over to her face, while his hand moved up her thigh. Reaching her neck with his face, he snuggled her neck, as his hand made it to her skirt line halfway up her thigh and kept going.

"Kiss him now," she heard Josh say. She looked at him as Ahmed was now licking her neck, his hand now trying to get between her legs.

Josh waited watched Isabella squirm. She couldn't stand his tongue on her neck any more, she turned her face to him. Lowering herself slightly, as the old lecherous man raised his face, their lips collided, confirming Isabella's disgust.

My wife found herself being kissed by this old Arab man, his fat fingers now having found her apex. His breath was unpleasant and his tongue sought entrance to her mouth. Seeing her reluctance, Josh came over to them on the sofa and pried Isabella's legs apart, so that Ahmed's fingers could find her pussy.

Ahmed broke the kiss and looked down at Isabella's body, her skirt having ridden up and her pussy on view to all of them. His fat fingers had found her clit and was gently pinching and rubbing it, as Josh kept her legs apart.

"She's got a nice pussy, doesn't she Ahmad," Josh said.

"Get on your hands and knees now, slut, so that Ahmed can play with you." Josh didn't give her a chance to refuse and positioned her as Isabella found she had no energy to resist. In a few seconds, she was on her hands and knees on the sofa, her mini skirt around her ass, her crotchless knickers allowing Ahmed a full and unobstructed view of her cunt.

"What's this?" Ahmed said, laughing, as he leaned in closer to look at the base ring of the plug poking out of her white MILF ass. "You like this?" he asked Isabella, who hung her head in shame.

By now, Josh was sat in front of her and guided her head to his cock. "Take it out and suck it," he told her as he unzipped his fly.

Trying to ignore Ahmed what was doing with her cunt and asshole, Isabella bent her head and took Josh's cock in her mouth, the pre-cum already being produced. Holding back her sobs, she started to suck and swallow the pre-cum, remembering Josh's copious pre-cum was more similar to most men's semen. This had been the worst part of her hour with Josh in the hotel 6 weeks prior and it was disgusting her now.

Behind her, she could her how excited Ahmed was to have a full run at this sexy white MILF's private parts. His fat fingers played with her sex, ran up and down her ass crack and tugged at the plug. "Open more," he said, pinching a thigh so she obeyed.

Isabella thought she would faint with disgust as she swallowed more pre-cum and could feel Ahmed undressing behind her. He climbed back onto the the sofa and kneeled behind her, pushing her hips down to line up his short ugly cock with her pussy. "Now back," he commanded her, and she complied. She pushed her hips back and impaled herself on his stubby Arab cock. He laughed and moaned with lust as he entered my wife's pussy. His hand went to her plug and he tugged at it, causing her to moan in discomfort as her sphincter was stretched around the thickest part of it. Ahmed liked the sight of her distended anus hugging tightly the widest part of the plug, making it more uncomfortable to house it in her ass. His cock was short and stubby, and Isabella could mercifully hardly feel it inside her wet pussy.

After a few more minutes of this position, Isabella being taken by Ahmed from behind in her pussy while she sucked Josh's cock and swallowed his pre-cum, Josh pulled her off his cock by her hair.

"Let's go to the bedroom now," he told Ahmed. Forcing Isabella to stand up, he high fived Ahmed, who hadn't fucked a woman for years and never one remotely this attractive.

"Strip," Josh commanded and Isabella looked down, seeing her skirt already around her waist. She could see Ahmed getting even more excited, his stubby cock pointing out under his fat belly. Isabella thought she might be sick.

Closing her eyes and realising there was no point in fighting, she began to unbutton her silk blouse. The blowjob she was just administering, coupled with the short fucking she had just received, even though it was from the disgusting fat old Arab, meant Isabella's nipples were erect. Ahmad cheered at the sight of her half-cut bra as her blouse fell open and she draped it over the chair. Reaching behind her, she removed her bra that covered half her tits. She closed her eyes and imagined she was stripping for some old boyfriend when she was 21. She sat on the chair to remove her boots, as Ahmed and Josh got a full view of her pussy as her skirt rode up her legs and she made no attempt to cover her modesty. Finally, she rose and shimmied out of the short mini skirt. She stood there in her crotchless knickers, as the two men stared at her naked body, covered only partially by the flimsy knickers.

At this point, Josh rose, helped Ahmed up and the two of them each grabbed one of Isabella's hands. Leading her to the bedroom, the naked MILF walked reluctantly along with her two captors. Ahmed couldn't resist and reached around and tugged at the nipple nearest him.

Entering the bedroom, Josh let go of her hand and stripped off. Within a few seconds, he was lying naked on the bed and told Isabella to mount him. Ahmed let her hand go and then gave her her ass a slap as she walked over to the bed. She resisted turning around and slapping Ahmed in the face, and looked down at Josh on the bed. He was holding his cock and it was ready to take her for the second time that day.

Isabella climbed onto the bed and shuffled over to Josh, hating him for inviting the Arab into their session. She would have quite happily fucked him and let him use her for 90 minutes, but he had had to ruin it by inviting over his lecherous neighbour.

She swung her leg around his waist and slowly impaled herself, no longer waiting to be told. Josh immediately drove up and into her, causing her to moan. After a couple of minutes of fucking, Josh called Ahmed over.

"Now suck my friend's cock," he told her as Ahmed had fully stripped and come over to the bed. His fat naked body was repulsive and hairy, and his stubby cock was erect but very short. She suppressed a gag and leant over as Ahmed climbed onto the bed. He smelled of sweat and so did his cock, although it had been somewhat cleaned by its recent sojourn in Isabella's pussy on the sofa. Josh pushed her over so that her face moved towards Ahmed's sweaty groin and she nearly gagged as the old dirty cock entered her mouth.

Josh began to fuck her harder now as she leaned over and sucked the fat old Arab's cock. Her butt plug was increasingly dominating her thoughts, as Josh's cock and the plug combined to leave her feeling full to bursting. Moaning, she tried to ignore the smell of Ahmed's hairy body and felt Josh sucking on her tits.

"I want ass," Ahmed said in his paltry English and pulled her off his cock. Isabella tried to resist but Josh held her in place as Ahmed climbed to the back of the bed. Isabella was pulled onto Josh's chest as the fat Arab kneeled behind her. Rubbing her ass, she thought she would be sick when he bent down to lick her cheeks.

As Ahmed clutched the plug, Isabella closed her eyes, despite the building feeling of arousal emanating from the cock in her cunt. She had been excited numerous times since midday, and it was 2:30pm. Her body wanted to cum soon. She felt ill at being in the same room as Ahmed, who was now about to fuck her ass. Josh, sensing her disgust, focused on holding her tightly and fucking her hard, rubbing his pubic bone against her clit as she moaned, just the way she loved it.

Ahmed grabbed the base of the plug and slowly began to extricate it from my wife's asshole. Isabella couldn't imagine a more disgusting scene, being fucked by a young escort while a fat old Arab pulled the butt plug slowly out of her asshole. Despite all that, her body was beginning to prepare her clit for another massive orgasm.

The filthy Arab behind her was in heaven as he watched the white MILF' asshole expand and reluctantly give up the plug, his one hand clutching the base of the plug and slowly pulling. Taking his time as Josh slowed his fucking to concentrate on rubbing Isabella's clit, Ahmed spat on his other hand and rubbed his cock with his saliva. Isabella hung her head in shame and knew she was about to be fucked by two men for the first time in her life.

She gasped and moaned in pain as the removal of the plug was done slowly and painfully, Ahmed taking his time. She could feel her asshole stretched wide as the widest part of the plug came out. Breathing heavily, she was so relieved when it finally popped out of her sore asshole. Ahmed threw the dirty plug on the floor, the plug smelling of her back passage. Not giving her any time, he positioned his cock at her anal entrance and pushed. Isabella screamed more in disgust than pain as his cock entered her most private hole.

The next 10 minutes were a blur of filth and shame for my wife. The old Arab behind her fucked her ass with his cock, while holding her hips in place. Mercifully, it was a small cock, and the experience was more revolting than painful. Meanwhile, Josh's sexual expertise was now taking Isabella's clit and mind to another mind-blowing orgasm.

"That's right, you are going to cum, aren't you slut?" Josh asked her as Isabella couldn't help but moan. "You are going to orgasm for us with a black cock in your cunt and an old Arab sweaty cock in your ass," Josh taunted her. Ahmed couldn't believe this woman could orgasm while being fucked in the ass, and neither could Isabella.

His taunting had the reverse effect that she had hoped. As she was fucked by the two cocks, she was getting more aroused, not less. She shut her eyes, trying to clear her head of the sensations and feelings coming from her cunt but it didn't work. The pain in her ass wasn't excessive, and she could hear the sweaty old Arab behind her, having the best day of his life as he fucked her sore asshole.

"She tight," Ahmed exclaimed as her anus gripped his cock tightly.

Josh sensed her need and said, "Tell us what you need slut." She shook her head until he asked her again. This time she couldn't hold back, as she was fast approaching a massive orgasm.

"I need to cum, now!" She shouted in response, no longer caring. Her body loved it, but her mind hated every minute of her double penetration.

"Bet you haven't had two cocks in you before, or have you?" Josh asked her, holding her tits in his hands as she was forced to look down into his eyes.

"No, I haven't," she replied, hating it but her clit felt better and better.

"Ahmed, shall we let this slut cum?" Josh asked, moving her to the side and making eye contact with his neighbour, who continued to roger my wife's ass with his short cock.

"No, she dirty slut who rude to me. She not allowed cum," Ahmed said and Josh slowed his rhythm, as Isabella moaned in frustration. This is what Josh had done to her in the hotel room, until she had kissed him.

"Fuck Master, let me cum, I need it," Isabella said, reaching down and kissing him on the lips. She was so desperate now to finish this that she would do anything. Then she would leave and never see Camberwell again, let alone these two horrible men.

Josh was slowly fucking her, which had two horrible impacts on her upcoming orgasm. Her clit was being starved of its rubbing, while her mind had a chance to focus more on the Arab cock that was taking her asshole. She sobbed as she realised it was 10 minutes to 3pm.

"Fuck I need to cum and make them cum," she told herself. They would never let her go until their needs were satisfied.

"Master, what can I do to make you both cum?" Isabella asked Josh, hoping to get them to finish soon.

Josh knew this was his last 10 minutes with her. He also knew she was just as desperate to come as she had been in the hotel, despite the degrading act of being taken by a fat old man as well as Josh. It was now or never.

"What will you do if we let you cum, you dirty slut?" Josh asked her, kissing her again. She moaned as he effortlessly began to rub his clit with his pubic bone, rekindling her fire. The control over her ability to orgasm was truly remarkable.

"Anything, we don't have long left, Master," Isabella replied, truly needy now.

"Ahmed wants to finish in your mouth, slut," Josh told her. Surely, thought Josh, she wouldn't agree to this. The Arab's filthy cock had been in her asshole for the last 12 minutes. She felt the same, but needed to cum. She shook her head but knew Josh had control over her body, and she needed to be quick.

"Make me cum and then Ahmed can come in my ass, Master," she replied. There were 8 minutes left and she was now no longer a married MILF, a respectable woman. For the remaining minutes, she would be a slut being fucked by a young black man in her cunt and a filthy, old Arab man in her ass, she decided.

Picking up the pace, Josh made her cum in less than two minutes. Isabella moaned and gasped, this orgasm perversely being even more mind-shattering than her orgasm 6 weeks before with Josh in the hotel room. Isabella was now a rag doll, being fucked by both men and completely limp as she suffered through the massive orgasm that ransacked her body. After a minute, she collapsed onto Josh's chest, and gasped, as Ahmed drove a hard thrust into her abused asshole.

Fucking her through her lengthy orgasm, Josh now exploded into her fertile MILF cunt, as she lay there, his cum filling her. Her mind considered the possibility of becoming pregnant with Josh's child, but she pushed the idea out of her exhausted mind. Ahmed kept pumping into her, and she could feel his sweat dripping onto her ass cheeks as the old Arab kept fucking her tight asshole.

"Ahmed come round here, this slut wants your cum," Isabella heard Josh say, as she lay on his chest. She felt Ahmed pull out of her asshole, wincing as her sphincter felt his cock leave her. The fat old Arab climbed off the bed and stood by the side, his stubby cock, covered in her ass, waiting for her.

Somehow Isabella roused herself and looked over. Her stomach warned her not to, but she was "encouraged" by Josh to crawl off his cock and move towards Ahmed's filthy cock. As she knelt on the bed, her tired and sex filled body about to run out of steam, she felt Ahmed's hand on her head. She tried to resist, but he guided her head to his filthy cock. Opening her mouth, she wretched as the stubby cock, covered in the taste from her ass, and still faintly smelling of sweat, entered her mouth. How she didn't vomit, she would never know, as Ahmed grabbed her head and held it in place. It was a minor relief that his small cock didn't cause her to gag, but the taste, smell and thought of servicing this filthy old man did.

Isabella screwed her eyes shut and sucked, driven only by the desire to finish this horrific afternoon. Ahmed moaned soon enough and his foul spunk filled my wife's mouth. Fortunately, the lecherous old man didn't produce much semen, but Ahmed pulled her head back. She tried to not swallow it but Ahmed wouldn't let her go until she finally caved and swallowed the foul spunk. Isabella somehow kept it down but then burped and relived the filthy taste. Sobbing, she crawled off the bed as Ahmed got dressed and thanked Josh for the invitation.

Josh watched as Isabella walked quickly to the toilet, grabbing her clothes on the way. Within 10 minutes, she was dressed and had left the flat, as Josh lay on his bed, unsure if he had had more fun with my wife than if he had made love to her for 90 minutes.