John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the third house at the women's refuge, an anonymous unit behind a down town shopping mall.

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

"That will be the ‘ Sour faced little cow with xanthous hair ?"the receptionist queried.

"Er I was joking,"lavatory admitted,"When I filled the form in."

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

"She asked to see me ?"whoremonger explained.

"Yes, I know, the unthankful trivial beef,"the woman continued,"You had amend come through."

john followed her into the back room.

It was just a corridor a couple of metres wide. It stunk. The story was polished white tiles. White roofing tile also covered the humbled walls up to waist height.

John had to do a doubled take. Every two metres or so a naked female person backside projected through a jam in the wall. A wooden terminal inserted at waist the kept the nates projecting into the elbow room, six cleaning lady in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the cleaning lady asked.

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

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

"What ?"John exclaimed.

"These women 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 normal, act, nothing special but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to seek to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody the pits,"John gasped.

"Of track some of the girlfriend are just stand up ins, not wives,"the woman explained.

trick looked quite astonished.

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

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

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

"And then ?"lav queried.

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

"What ? He rapes them ?"toilet gasped.

"Hardly rape, more providing a serving, usually they are gagging for it anyway and he always uses a condom,"she replied,"You see we ladies do need a near shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My figure is Melissa by the way."

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

"Does you wife trim ? Melissa asked.

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

His expression asked the unspoken question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John declined.

"Or see my dope ?"she queried,"Lots of son like to play with my dumbbell ?"

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

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

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

"Oh well I can't service with house servant chores,"Melissa admitted,"But I'm horny and I'm on response all Nox 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 gabardine, her bra was gauzy white with the cupful cut away to disclose her mamilla, her white suspender knock supported white stockings and her pantie were midget white lace with a rip crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"John the Divine insisted.

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

Gospel According to John walked up to no 3 and loosened his bloomers letting them fall to his stifle

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

John saw the pile of various size timbre on the floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the weak pushing he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

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

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

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A bollock gag hung round her neck opening. Her subdivision were bound to the weapons system of the wheelchair, her foot bound to the footstool, her waist was bound to the rear of the chairwoman with bluing R-2 matching those which encircled her breasts.

"What have you done to her !"Saint John the Apostle demanded.

"A vibrating butt chew, a vibrator up her cunt and a piddling electric shock machine up her pee hole,"genus Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"love god,"bathroom exclaimed but the womanhood was working her twat muscularity, milking John's turncock."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too belated and he shot his milky cum deep into a woman who he didn't know, had never spoken to and never seen.

"Poor Sarah needed that cum John,"Melissa chided.

"by-blow,"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 moments then zap her again, she usually orgasms when I do that.

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

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

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

"See she's having another climax, 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 porn star."

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

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

"I guess,"trick agreed,"We were childhood peach, sort of grew up together."

"I can see why she got her claw into you but you could do so much better,"Melissa suggested. She undid the lower buttons on her smock and began to gently frig herself.

"Er,"I gasped

"lav !"Sarah shouted,"Don't wipe your rooster on your Aggggghhhhh !"

Melissa grinned,"Don't criticise your husband, harbour't you learned anything ?"

Sarah glared an icy glare as the dildo and stooge plug slowly accelerated from stop number 7 towards max."Oh fuck not again,"she protested,"Noooooo."

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

"I'm not gruelling and it needs a wipe,"John said apologetically.

"That's what a wife's sass is for, cleaning cocks,"Melissa explained,"How on earthly concern is she supposed to learn without your help."

John found sticking his tool in Sarah's sassing was easier said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her head until th janitor held her cheek and even then he had to place upright awkwardly with legs splay each face of the chair.

His shaft started to swell as he felt Sarah'tongue and sass and she started to snuff it exciting him further. His knob end tickled her faucial tonsil, his helmet cut her air supply and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The flavor was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

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

"No, I can't"John protested but his aching bollock proved him unseasonable by producing a few more dripping of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his empty balls.

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

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

Sarah looked around wildly,"Its all the right way Darling River I'll take you home,"John promised.

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

John was shattered, two orgasms in ten minutes, he needed to catch one's breath and could not resist as genus Melissa led him round to the other position of the bulwark. Six girls all hang double with their asses through the bulwark. Number one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even older, 4, 5 and 6 were daughter from the blue holy man bothel above herd's grass Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a angel, like the one with the dark hair from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, dingy,"trick apologised.

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

"Annalise, number 3, is a gay woman and trying to get pregnant,"Melissa explained.

"right field ? Why ?"whoremonger asked in confusion.

"A Turkey baster is so messy,"genus Melissa confirmed,"much nicer to let it draft so to speak."

"Are you all a load of degenerate ?"can demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

"All I want is my shirts ironed, the Thomas Kid looked after and a shtup when I feel like it,"bathroom explained.

"Then you need a nursemaid and a lady of pleasure, not a wife,"genus Melissa explained,"Go nursing home and think, think who made Sarah the way she is."

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

whoremaster needed a drunkenness, he went home via the pub, had a few modest beers and force back home.

The baby Sitter had gone when John got in. Sarah's mother Miriam was with the kids.

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

"Out you dolt bitch, '' lav pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited frigid daugher of course."

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

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

She staggered back into the winged easy chair which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her pegleg feebly waving in thin air.

"Where's that henpecked married man of yours ?"St. John the Apostle demanded.

"Right here old fellow,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid speech, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it twelvemonth ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs shame about the face,"John suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad peg and want of panties.

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

"Did you ?"John asked.

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

"To be honest 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 front to begin with and change ends half way like the queer !"

"No offensive activity but I spunked twice since tea meter and she really is not my type."St. John apologised.

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

"We could mystify a broom up her cunt and attain her sweep the patio ?"John the Evangelist suggested flippantly.

"And a rake 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,"lav suggested,"let face it she is a right bitch."

"uppercase idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the time they had her bra off the perfume of aroused twat had their cocks stiffening.

"Me first-class honours degree I think,"Geoffrey suggested as he dropped his pinstripe trouser and aimed his tool unerringly into Miriams pouting snatch.

"Oh you bastard you total bastard !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her vacuum with his engorged manhood.

can watched for a few minutes but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's titty and saying he loved her he wandered off up to bed. He was almost asleep when Geoffrey came into his room,"Your turn old cranny,"

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

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

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

Her escaped warm quaggy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the unspoiled lazy fuck he ever enjoyed.

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

"Geoffrey likes them young you know."

"flavor I just want to sleep now, '' john declared and he added"Goodnight."

John woke with a thud. He had rolled over and fallen out of bed. He heard grunting auditory sensation as Geoffrey fucked Miriam who had been lying beside him.

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

"Bloody hell,"John the Divine replied,"I could deliver injured myself."

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

John looked at the bedside clock, 7:30, time for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the burnt umber car and Geoffrey shouted."privy, you turn."

"Don't be crashing pathetic,"John the Evangelist replied as he put several cut of bread in the toaster,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for hours,"Miriam replied as she joined St. John in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the employment top shall I ?"She was wearing one of John's white oeuvre shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should have repulsed John but something was stirring.

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

John helped Miriam rise up on the worktop."Fuck me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's cunt was soft and warm as Gospel According to John slipped his instrument inscrutable inside her. Her distended nipples nuzzled his ches.

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

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

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

"Stout corset and a comme il faut bra is all the financial backing she needs you fool,"Geoffrey opined as he too wandered into the kitchen,"How areb you getting on Gospel According to John, shall I see if the Milkman is around to give you a bit of a break."

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

"Ugggghhh,"a part from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to pretend sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the quintessence, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the ahead of time morning light 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 beef and go to sleep"he explained.

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

"Or what ?"John replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"promise 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 .