John the Divine felt rather sheeplike as he walked into the lobby at the cleaning woman's refuge, an anonymous social unit behind a down town shopping mall.

"Hi, I ‘ m John 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 yellow hair ?"the receptionist queried.

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

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

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the unthankful piffling bitch,"the adult female continued,"You had in force come through."

toilet followed her into the back room.

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

john had to do a two-base hit takings. Every two metres or so a raw female backside projected through a hole in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at waist the kept the can projecting into the way, six women in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the woman asked.

"I don't honestly know,"John 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 pass each one a try."

"What ?"John exclaimed.

"These women come in complaining about being raped and abused, we sympathise and seek to rehabilitate the kinship. We believe that helpingwomen to realise that the sex act is normal, modus operandi, zilch special but the husband love for his wife which leads him to seek to possess sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell,"Saint John the Apostle gasped.

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

John looked quite astonished.

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

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

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

"And then ?"Gospel According to John queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though troll the backbone by the detritus bins is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"privy gasped.

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

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

"Does you married woman plane ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"privy agreed. He caught Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, sure-enough than him, her breasts swelled quite nicely in the crisp white doctors smock.

His expression asked the unspoken question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John the Evangelist declined.

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

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

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

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

"Oh well I can't help with house servant job,"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."

genus Melissa unbuttoned her duster, her bra was sheer egg white with the cups cut away to bring out her mammilla, her white suspender swath supported white stockings and her panties were lilliputian white lace with a split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"John insisted.

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

John walked up to no 3 and loosened his gasp letting them fall to his knee joint

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a slight too gamy to spear easily."Use the wooden blocks to conform your height,"Melissa suggested.

Saint John the Apostle saw the pile of assorted sizing timbers on the floor, he selected a 50mm pulley block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in crease with her pouting glistening slit and with the lightest 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 egg gag hung round her neck. Her arms were bound to the arms of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the dorsum of the chair with grim roofy matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating tooshie stopple, a vibrator up her slit and a fiddling electric jounce machine up her pee hole,"Melissa explained,"In summation to what you can see."

"love god,"John exclaimed but the woman was working her cunt muscles, milking St. John the Apostle's cock."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too late and he shot his milky cum deep into a adult female who he didn't know, had never spoken to and never seen.

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

"love child,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

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

trick looked confused as his shrinking shaft slipped from the girl's cunt..

"It's all controlled from an app on my telephone,"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 ?"genus Melissa asked.

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

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

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

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

"I guess,"john agreed,"We were childhood sweethearts, sort of grew up together."

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

"Er,"I gasped

"privy !"Sarah shouted,"Don't wipe your tool on your Aggggghhhhh !"

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

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

"She needs a turncock to absorb,"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 hard and it needs a wipe,"John the Divine said apologetically.

"That's what a wife's mouth is for, cleaning pecker,"Melissa explained,"How on earth is she supposed to get word without your help."

trick found sticking his stopcock in Sarah's mouthpiece was easier said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her head until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to put up awkwardly with legs slip each side of the chair.

His cock started to swell as he felt Sarah'tongue and lips and she started to choke exciting him further. His thickening end tickled her tonsilla, his helmet cut her air supplying and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The touch was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

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

"No, I can't"John protested but his aching chunk proved him improper by producing a few more drips of creamy cum as his musculus tried to pump every troy ounce of fluid from his empty balls.

"Oh fuck she's stopped breathing !"he exclaimed, as he dragged his turncock 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 correctly pet I'll take you home,"John the Divine promised.

"But can, you fucked identification number three and she is a trained nurse,"genus Melissa suggested,"semen and fulfill her first."

John the Evangelist was shattered, two climax in ten bit, he needed to repose and could not resist as Melissa led him round to the other position of the rampart. Six girls all knack double with their fucking through the wall. Number one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red globe gag, no 2 was even senior, 4, 5 and 6 were girls from the Blue Angel bothel above timothy 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, blue,"whoremaster apologised.

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

"Annalise, bit 3, is a lesbian and trying to get pregnant,"Melissa explained.

"Right ? Why ?"John asked in confusion.

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

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

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

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

"Then you need a nanny and a tart, not a wife,"Melissa explained,"Go menage and believe, think who made Sarah the way she is."

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

privy needed a drink, he went abode via the pub, had a few small beers and ride home.

The child setting hen had gone when can got in. Sarah's mother Miriam was with the kids.

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

"Out you stupid bitch, '' St. John pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited frigid daugher of course."

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

"Why not, its true and its all your demerit,"he explained,"All your snidey little comment 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 cover with her legs feebly waving in melt off air.

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

"Right here old fissure,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid actor's line, I wish I'd had the horse sense to do it year ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

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

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

"Did you ?"John asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you 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."Saint John admitted.

"Tell you what how about a 3 some,"Geoffrey suggested,"You can do the front to set out with and switch ends half way like the queen !"

"No crime but I spunked twice since tea time and she really is not my type."John the Evangelist apologised.

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

"We could stick a ling up her cunt and relieve oneself her sweep the patio ?"John suggested flippantly.

"And a slant 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.

"Lets strip her bare 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 clip they had her bra off the scent of aroused cunt had their cocks stiffening.

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

"Oh you bastard you number bastard !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her void with his pig out manhood.

Saint John watched for a few minutes but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's tits and saying he loved her he wandered off up to bed. He was almost at peace when Geoffrey came into his way,"Your bout old chap,"

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

"bunk !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the room. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped toilet'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 cock up her snatch.

Her loose warm mucky snatch engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the best lazy ass 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."

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

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

"Bloody hell,"John replied,"I could hold injured myself."

"Don't check you old tomfool,"Miriam urged,"It's rare enough that he shows any sake in me as it is."

Saint John the Apostle looked at the bedside clock, 7:30, prison term for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the coffee tree car and Geoffrey shouted."John, you turn."

"Don't be bloody pathetic,"John 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 John in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the oeuvre top shall I ?"She was wearing one of John's Elwyn Brooks White work shirts and cypher else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should have repulsed John Lackland but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's cunt was soft and warm as John slipped his tool deep inside her. Her distended nipples nuzzled his ches.

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

"She is, we both need firm men,"she explained,"Don't you understand anything about fair sex ?"

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

"Stout corset and a decent bra is all the support 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 give way you a bit of a break."

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

"Ugggghhh,"a voice from nowhere said suddenly. privy struggled to make good sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the other morn visible light streaming through a gap in the curtains.

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

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

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

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

"Or what ?"John replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

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