John felt rather shamefaced as he walked into the lobby at the women's resort, an anonymous unit behind a down town shopping mall.

"Hi, I ‘ m King 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 yellowness hair ?"the receptionist queried.

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

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

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful little gripe,"the woman continued,"You had best come through."

John followed her into the book binding room.

It was just a corridor a dyad of metres extensive. It stunk. The floor was polished Andrew Dickson White tiles. White tiles also covered the humiliated walls up to waist height.

John had to do a threefold take. Every two beat or so a naked female person butt projected through a yap in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at waist the kept the derriere projecting into the way, six women in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the char asked.

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

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

"What ?"privy exclaimed.

"These woman come in complaining about being raped and abused, we sympathise and seek to rehabilitate the human relationship. We believe that helpingwomen to understand that the sex act is formula, bit, zippo exceptional but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to try to give sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell,"John gasped.

"Of row some of the fille are just stand ins, not wives,"the woman explained.

St. John looked quite astonished.

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

"I don't understand,"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 ?"bathroom queried.

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

"What ? He rapes them ?"King John gasped.

"Hardly rape, more providing a service, usually they are gagging for it anyway and he always uses a safe,"she replied,"You see we ladies do ask a just shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My name is Melissa by the way."

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

"Does you married woman plane ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"John agreed. He caught Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, older than him, her white meat swelled quite nicely in the crisp Andrew Dickson White medico smock.

His look asked the unspoken question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John declined.

"Or see my boob ?"she queried,"Lots of boys like to recreate with my boobies ?"

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

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

"No I can't use the damn washing political machine and the shaver are doing my principal in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't help with domestic task,"Melissa admitted,"But I'm horny and I'm on reception all nighttime 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 dust coat, her bra was sheer white with the cups cut away to let on her nipple, her ashen suspender knock supported white stockings and her panty were diminutive white lace with a tear crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"John insisted.

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

privy walked up to no 3 and loosened his pants letting them settle to his knees

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

John the Divine saw the pile of versatile size timbers on the flooring, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in stock with her pouting glistening cunt and with the light get-up-and-go 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 can craned his neck opening to face at Sarah.

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A ball gag hung round her neck. Her branch were bound to the arms of the wheelchair, her invertebrate foot bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the backrest of the chair with blue ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating butt plug, a vibrator up her cunt and a lilliputian electric shock machine up her pee trap,"Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"Dear god,"toilet exclaimed but the cleaning woman was working her puss brawn, milking John's cock."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too late 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 lavatory,"Melissa chided.

"mongrel,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

"Don't swear,"Melissa chided,"I zapped her pee jam, 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 Lackland looked confused as his shrinking cock slipped from the girl's cunt ..

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

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

"See she's having another sexual 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 ?"genus Melissa asked,"Because lets face it she's no erotica star."

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

"I suppose it depends on what kind of porn you watch,"genus Melissa suggested,"Babes or realism porn."

"I guess,"John agreed,"We were childhood stunner, sort of grew up together."

"I can see why she got her chela into you but you could do so much better,"Melissa suggested. She undid the low-pitched clitoris on her smock and began to gently frig herself.

"Er,"I gasped

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

Melissa grinned,"Don't pick apart your married man, oasis't you learned anything ?"

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

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

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

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

John found sticking his peter in Sarah's mouth was easier said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her mind until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to stand awkwardly with peg dislocate each English of the chair.

His hammer started to swell as he felt Sarah'lingua and lips and she started to choke exciting him further. His knob end tickled her tonsilla, his helmet cut her air supply and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The feeling 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 nut proved him wrong by producing a few more dripping of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every snow leopard of fluid from his hollow balls.

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

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

Sarah looked around wildly,"Its all right darling I'll take you home,"Saint John the Apostle promised.

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

John was shattered, two orgasm in ten minutes, he needed to perch and could not resist as Melissa led him troll to the former side of the paries. Six girls all bent double with their asses through the wall. numeral one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red musket ball gag, no 2 was even former, 4, 5 and 6 were girls from the Blue holy person bothel above Phleum pratense Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a angel, like the one with the benighted hair's-breadth from Abba but with the blond one's ass.

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

"Er yes, deplorable,"John apologised.

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

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

"rightfield ? Why ?"John asked in confusion.

"A joker baster is so mussy,"Melissa confirmed,"much nicer to bear it muster in so to speak."

"Are you all a load of deviant ?"John demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

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

"Then you need a nanny-goat and a whore, not a wife,"genus Melissa explained,"Go plate and call up, call up who made Sarah the way she is."

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

lavatory needed a drinking, he went home via the pub, had a few pocket-size beers and drove home.

The Baby baby-sitter 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 bitch, '' John pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited frigid daugher of course."

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

"Why not, its dead on target and its all your fault,"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 easy chair which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her legs feebly waving in thin air.

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

"right wing here old chap,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid speech, I wish I'd had the mother wit to do it years ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs shame about the case,"can 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 Lackland asked.

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

"To be honorable 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 alter ends half way like the poof !"

"No umbrage but I spunked twice since tea clock time and she really is not my type."John apologised.

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

"We could stick a broom up her cunt and hit her sweep the patio ?"John 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-Toiba strip her naked and put her in the garden like a dog,"John suggested,"Lashkar-e-Taiba face it she is a right bitch."

"Capital estimation,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the time they had her bra off the odour of aroused cunt had their rooster stiffening.

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

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

privy 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 act old blighter,"

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

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

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

Her loose lovesome waterlogged cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the easily lazy fucks 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."

"Look I just want to sleep now, '' John declared and he added"Goodnight."

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

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

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

"Don't period you old muggins,"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 coffee political machine and Geoffrey shouted."whoremaster, you turn."

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

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

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

whoremaster helped Miriam climb up on the worktop."piece of tail me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's puss was soft and warm as whoremaster slipped his prick inscrutable inside her. Her distend nipples nuzzled his ches.

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

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

"I thought she needed my financial backing,"he explained.

"Stout girdle and a decent bra is all the financial backing 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 hold you a bit of a break."

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

"Ugggghhh,"a spokesperson from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to take in horse sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ethoxyethane, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the other morning light streaming through a gap in the curtains.

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

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

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

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

"Or what ?"bathroom replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"hope promises,"he sighed,"roll in the hay you !"and he rolled over and returned to his dream, except this fourth dimension he was fucking Sarah while Miriam slowly wanked herself with a corgette as she watched them .