Saint John the Apostle felt rather sheeplike as he walked into the third house at the women's refuge, an anon. unit behind a down in the mouth town shopping mall.

"Hi, I ‘ m John Barnes, I think Sarah, my wife, is here ?"he said awkwardly as he approached the reception desk.

"That will be the ‘ sour faced small cow with yellow haircloth ?"the receptionist queried.

"Er I was joking,"John admitted,"When I filled the mannequin in."

"Oh well it describes her quite well,"The woman replied with an evilness grin.

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful petty bitch,"the woman continued,"You had better come through."

john followed her into the vertebral column room.

It was just a corridor a couple of meter wide. It stunk. The floor was polished white tile. White tile also covered the gloomy walls up to waist height.

John had to do a two-fold take. Every two metres or so a au naturel female backside projected through a golf hole in the rampart. A wooden pole inserted at waist the kept the backside projecting into the room, six women in all.

A janitor with a mop leaned against the bulwark further down.

"Which one is she ?"the woman asked.

"I don't honestly know,"John the Evangelist replied in confusion.

"They are only allowed to talk while you are fucking them,"the woman explained,"I suggest you narrow it down to a couple and give each one a try."

"What ?"lavatory exclaimed.

"These charwoman come in complaining about being raped and abused, we sympathise and seek to rehabilitate the relationship. We believe that helpingwomen to understand that the sex act is rule, mundane, nothing special but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to essay to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell,"John gasped.

"Of course some of the girls are just stand ins, not married woman,"the fair sex explained.

toilet looked quite astonished.

"Oh come now, its not that unknown,"the woman said,"Why I sometimes do a turn when we are quiet."

"I don't understand,"Saint John explained shaking his head.

"First we get the peeress trust, we pamper them and get them all showered, coiffeured, manicured and perfumed."she grinned.

"And then ?"John Lackland queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though beat the dorsum by the dust binful is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"John gasped.

"Hardly rape, more providing a servicing, usually they are gagging for it anyway and he always uses a prophylactic,"she replied,"You see we noblewoman do ask a good shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My public figure is Melissa by the way."

"Uh, toilet, yes."John said awkwardly.

"doe you wife shave ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"John agreed. He caught Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, older than him, her breasts swelled quite nicely in the scrunch clean medico smock.

His expression asked the unsaid question.

"Yes I do sometimes,"she said,"Would you like to see ?"

"Er no thanks,"whoremaster declined.

"Or see my boobies ?"she queried,"rafts of boys like to play with my boobies ?"

"Er I just want to see Sarah."John Lackland explained.

"You need a fuck ?"Melissa enquired,"Are you missing her ?"

"No I can't use the damn washing machine and the kids are doing my headland in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't assist with domestic chores,"Melissa admitted,"But I'm horny and I'm on reception all night so it looks like I only have a choice of either you or Rob the janitor if I want to get laid."

Melissa unbuttoned her smock, her bra was sheer white with the cup cut away to unveil her nipples, her white suspender belt supported clean stockings and her pantie were tiny white lace with a snag crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"St. John the Apostle insisted.

"Oh well if I can't temt you try Number three, as soon as you start fucking I'll bump off her gag."Melissa sighed.

John walked up to no 3 and loosened his pant letting them fall to his knees

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a piddling too high to spear easily."Use the wooden blocks to adjust your stature,"genus Melissa suggested.

John saw the pile of various size timbers on the floor, he selected a 50mm auction block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in dividing line with her pouting glistening pussy and with the tripping push he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

Sarah's voice came from behind him,"Then why are you fucking that whore ? You bastard !"

"You bitch !"he wailed. Melissa was laughing and John craned his neck to look at Sarah.

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A testicle gag hung round her neck. Her arms were bound to the coat of arms of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the dorsum of the president with blue rope matching those which encircled her breasts.

"What have you done to her !"John demanded.

"A vibrating butt plug, a vibrator up her snatch and a little galvanising shock machine up her pee hole,"Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"honey god,"lav exclaimed but the adult female was working her cunt sinew, milking trick's dick."Oh piece of tail !"he proested but it was far too deep and he shot his milky cum deep into a charwoman who he didn't know, had never spoken to and never seen.

"poor people Sarah needed that cum lav,"Melissa chided.

"SOB,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

"Don't swear,"Melissa chided,"I zapped her pee hole, she explained, I'll set her Dildoes to 7 for a few consequence then zap her again, she usually orgasms when I do that.

John looked confused as his shrinking cock slipped from the girl's bitch ..

"It's all controlled from an app on my earpiece,"Melissa explained.

Sarah looked confused, she began perspiring and then she convulsed and began gasping.

"See she's having another orgasm, that's what 20 today ?"Melissa asked.

"19 from the Ds and 2 from my cock,"the janitor announced proudly.

"Really ? Have you been O/D ing on the Viagra again ?"Melissa asked,"Because lets face it she's no smut star."

"That's a bit harsh,"lavatory suggested as he looked for something to wipe his cock on.

"I suppose it depends on what sort of porn you watch,"Melissa suggested,"babe or world porn."

"I guess,"privy agreed,"We were puerility sweethearts, sort of grew up together."

"I can see why she got her claws into you but you could do so much ripe,"genus Melissa suggested. She undid the downcast buttons on her duster and began to gently frig herself.

"Er,"I gasped

"John !"Sarah shouted,"Don't wipe your putz on your Aggggghhhhh !"

Melissa grinned,"Don't criticize your husband, haven't you learned anything ?"

Sarah glared an icy blaze as the dildo and goat plug slowly accelerated from speed 7 towards max."Oh fuck not again,"she protested,"Noooooo."

"She needs a cock to suck,"Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's English and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's dentition."So go on trick, put it in her mouth."

"I'm not severely and it needs a rub,"St. John said apologetically.

"That's what a married woman's mouth is for, cleaning cocks,"Melissa explained,"How on earth is she supposed to memorise without your help."

Gospel According to John found sticking his cock in Sarah's rima oris was easier said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her oral sex until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to stand awkwardly with legs splayed each position of the chair.

His cock started to swell as he felt Sarah'glossa and rim and she started to strangle exciting him further. His knob end tickled her tonsils, his helmet cut her air supply and she started to cough sucking him further into her pharynx. The feeling was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

"shtup her,"Melissa whispered,"Don't worry we have a defibrillator somewhere if she has a cardiac arrest."

"No, I can't"lav protested but his aching balls proved him wrong by producing a few More drips of creamy cum as his muscle tried to pump every Panthera uncia of fluid from his void balls.

"Oh fuck she's stopped breathing !"he exclaimed, as he dragged his rooster from her mouth,"Sarah, Sarah !"

Sarah suddenly convulsed, coughed and gagged as Melissa zapped Sarah's pee maw with the app from her phone.

Sarah looked around wildly,"Its all rightfield favorite I'll take you home,"John promised.

"But John, you fucked number three and she is a trained nanny,"genus Melissa suggested,"ejaculate and meet her first."

John was shattered, two sexual climax in ten minute of arc, he needed to rest and could not balk as Melissa led him round to the other side of the paries. Six girls all set double with their asses through the wall. Number one a tartness faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even older, 4, 5 and 6 were little girl from the Blue Angel Falls bothel above herd's grass Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a saint, like the one with the sour pilus from Abba but with the blond one's ass.

"Are you who fucked me ?"No 3 asked.

"Er yes, disconsolate,"whoremonger apologised.

"Don't apologise it was courteous, especially when you shoot your load,"she simpered.

"Annalise, numeral 3, is a lesbian and trying to get fraught,"Melissa explained.

"Right ? Why ?"John the Evangelist asked in confusion.

"A Republic of Turkey baster is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"Much nicer to have it draft so to speak."

"Are you all a shipment of perverts ?"John demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

"All I want is my shirts ironed, the nipper looked after and a fuck when I feel like it,"John explained.

"Then you need a nanny and a whore, not a married woman,"Melissa explained,"Go place and think, guess who made Sarah the way she is."

John thought carefully about who made Sarah the way she was, that coldness hearted bitch of a mother of hers of course.

lav needed a drink, he went dwelling house via the pub, had a few small beers and labour home.

The babe brood hen had gone when John got in. Sarah's mother Miriam was with the kids.

"Where the hell have you been !"she demanded.

"Out you stupid beef, '' Gospel According to John pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited frigid daugher of course."

"How dare you call Sarah such awful names,"Miriam snapped.

"Why not, its lawful and its all your demerit,"he explained,"All your snidey little remark you frigid cow,"he shouted and went to slap her across the face.

She staggered back into the winged well-off chair which toppled over backwards leaving her on her rear with her legs feebly waving in thin air.

"Where's that henpecked hubby of yours ?"John demanded.

"rightfulness here old chap,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid speech communication, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it eld ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs pity about the human face,"John suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad legs and lack of panties.

"Fraid the old trout gets thrush if she wears trouser,"Geoffrey sighed,"Reckons I gave her VD."

"Did you ?"John the Divine asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you heed awfully holding her shoulders while I fuck her, I don't often get the chance."

"To be good she's giving me a bit of a woody too."John admitted.

"Tell you what how about a 3 some,"Geoffrey suggested,"You can do the straw man to lead off with and modify ends half way like the queers !"

"No law-breaking but I spunked twice since tea time and she really is not my type."John apologised.

"Nor mine but any old trout in a violent storm,"Geoffrey agreed.

"We could stick a heather up her pussy and make her sweep the patio ?"John suggested flippantly.

"And a rakehell up her ass so she can rake the lawn,"Geoffrey laughed.

"Are either of you imbeciles going to help me up ?"Miriam demanded.

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba strip her defenseless and put her in the garden like a dog,"John suggested,"Lashkar-e-Taiba face it she is a right bitch."

"Capital idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the meter they had her bra off the odor of excited cunt had their stopcock stiffening.

"Me number one I think,"Geoffrey suggested as he dropped his pinstripe trousers and aimed his tool unerringly into Miriams pouting snatch.

"Oh you bastard you total by-blow !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her void with his engorged manhood.

John watched for a few min but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's tits and saying he loved her he wandered off up to bed. He was almost asleep when Geoffrey came into his room,"Your spell old chap,"

"Bit knackered I'm afraid,"John apologised.

"Nonsense !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the elbow room. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped John's manhood through the fly in his pyjamas,"Plenty of life in it."

His prick reared and Miriam was kneeling astride him and lowering herself as she guided his cock up her snatch.

Her easy warm sloppy bitch engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the best lazy fucks he ever enjoyed.

"I can't think why you never tried to score me before,"Miriam announced when he finished.

"Geoffrey likes them young you know."

"smell I just want to slumber now, '' lav declared and he added"Goodnight."

privy woke with a thump. He had rolled over and fallen out of bed. He heard grunting strait as Geoffrey fucked Miriam who had been lying beside him.

"Sorry old attic,"Geoffrey apologised,"Carried away don't you know."

"Bloody the pits,"toilet replied,"I could hold injured myself."

"Don't stop you old fool,"Miriam urged,"It's rarified enough that he shows any involvement in me as it is."

can looked at the bedside clock, 7:30, time for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the deep brown machine and Geoffrey shouted."John, you turn."

"Don't be bloody ridiculous,"John replied as he put respective slices of bread in the toaster,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for minute,"Miriam replied as she joined John in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the work top shall I ?"She was wearing one of John Lackland's whiten piece of work shirts and nil else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting slit and she should induce repulsed John but something was stirring.

"On the worktop, lets do this before the kids come down,"lav advised.

King John helped Miriam climb up on the worktop."nookie me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's cunt was diffused and warm up as John slipped his pecker deep inside her. Her dilate pap nuzzled his ches.

"Why can't Sarah be more like you ?"toilet muttered.

"She is, we both need strong men,"she explained,"Don't you understand anything about women ?"

"I thought she needed my support,"he explained.

"Stout corset and a in good order bra is all the bread and butter she needs you fool,"Geoffrey opined as he too wandered into the kitchen,"How areb you getting on John, shall I see if the Milkman is around to pass on you a bit of a break."

"No I think I can manage,"John agreed and his cock twitched and started to pip pint after pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a vox from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to name gumption of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early break of day Christ Within streaming through a gap in the curtains.

"You filthy bastard you've cum in the bed again."

John realised he'd been dreaming. A wet dream.

"Shoudn't have pushed me away, now shut up you bitch and go to sleep"he explained.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that,"Sarah insisted.

"Or what ?"John Lackland replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"hope promises,"he sighed,"fuck you !"and he rolled over and returned to his aspiration, except this time he was fucking Sarah while Miriam slowly wanked herself with a corgette as she watched them .