John felt rather sheeplike as he walked into the entrance hall at the womanhood's refuge, an anonymous building block behind a down town shopping mall.

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

"That will be the ‘ sour faced fiddling cow with yellow hair ?"the receptionist queried.

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

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

"She asked to see me ?"whoremaster explained.

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful little squawk,"the woman continued,"You had better come through."

John followed her into the back room.

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

John had to do a double payoff. Every two m or so a naked female backside projected through a hole in the paries. A wooden celestial pole inserted at waist the kept the backside projecting into the elbow room, 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,"St. 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 match 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, mundane, naught special but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to seek to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody pit,"John gasped.

"Of class some of the girls are just place upright ins, not wives,"the woman explained.

St. John the Apostle looked quite astonished.

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

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

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

"And then ?"John queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though troll the back by the dust ABA transit number is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"Gospel According to John gasped.

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

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

"doe you wife shave ? genus Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"Gospel According to John agreed. He caught Melissa's regard. She was about 35, he guessed, elderly 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 declined.

"Or see my boobies ?"she queried,"pot of boy like to act with my boobies ?"

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

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

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

"Oh well I can't help with domesticated job,"Melissa admitted,"But I'm horny and I'm on receipt 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 gabardine, her bra was sheer snowy with the cups cut away to reveal her nipples, her snowy brace belt supported ashen stockings and her pantie were tiny ovalbumin lace with a tear crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"John insisted.

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

lavatory walked up to no 3 and loosened his pants letting them come down to his knees

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a little too high to spear up easily."Use the wooden blocks to set your peak,"genus Melissa suggested.

John saw the pile of various size timbers on the trading floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His pecker was exactly in line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the loose push he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

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

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

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A ballock gag hung round her neck. Her arms were bound to the limb of the wheelchair, her fundament bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the back of the chairwoman with blue air R-2 matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating butt chaw, a vibrator up her puss and a short electric shock machine up her pee hollow,"genus Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"dearest god,"John exclaimed but the woman was working her cunt muscles, milking John's cock."Oh piece of tail !"he proested but it was far too recent 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.

"bastard,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

"Don't swear,"Melissa chided,"I zapped her pee kettle of fish, 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 prick slipped from the girl's pussy ..

"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 orgasm, that's what 20 today ?"Melissa asked.

"19 from the Ds and 2 from my pecker,"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 porn star."

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

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

"I guess,"can agreed,"We were puerility ravisher, sort of grew up together."

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

"Er,"I gasped

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

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

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

"She needs a cock to suckle,"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 firmly and it needs a wipe,"John said apologetically.

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

bathroom found sticking his cock in Sarah's sassing was well-to-do said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her question until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to abide awkwardly with peg splayed each side of the chair.

His cock started to swell as he felt Sarah'spit and backtalk and she started to stifle exciting him further. His knob end tickled her palatine tonsil, his helmet cut her air supply and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The spirit was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

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

"No, I can't"St. John the Apostle protested but his aching balls proved him incorrect by producing a few more drips of creamy cum as his musculus tried to pump every snow leopard of fluid from his empty balls.

"Oh fuck she's stopped breathing !"he exclaimed, as he dragged his cock from her mouthpiece,"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 proper deary I'll take you dwelling,"John the Divine promised.

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

King John was shattered, two orgasms in ten minutes, he needed to rest and could not defy as Melissa led him round to the other side of meat of the wall. Six girls all hang double with their asses through the rampart. Number one a tartness faced cow of about 60 with a red globe gag, no 2 was even older, 4, 5 and 6 were girlfriend from the blue devil Angel bothel above timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a angel, like the one with the obscure whisker from Abba but with the blond one's ass.

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

"Er yes, drear,"John apologised.

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

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

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

"A bomb baster is so messy,"genus Melissa confirmed,"a lot nicer to have it draft so to speak."

"Are you all a load of deviate ?"whoremaster 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,"toilet explained.

"Then you need a she-goat and a whore, not a married woman,"Melissa explained,"Go home and opine, cogitate who made Sarah the way she is."

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

privy needed a drink, he went home via the pub, had a few pocket-sized beers and drove home.

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

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

"Out you poor fish gripe, '' John pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited frigid daugher of course."

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

"Why not, its on-key and its all your faulting,"he explained,"All your snidey little remarks you frigid cow,"he shouted and went to slap her across the face.

She staggered back into the fly prosperous electric chair which toppled over backwards leaving her on her dorsum with her branch feebly waving in tenuous air.

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

"Right here old chap,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid manner of speaking, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it years ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs disgrace about the face,"John Lackland suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad legs and lack 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."John the Divine admitted.

"William 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 queers !"

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

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

"We could bewilder a broom up her cunt and form her slam the patio ?"St. John the Apostle suggested flippantly.

"And a blood up her ass so she can run down the lawn,"Geoffrey laughed.

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

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"net ball strip her raw and put her in the garden like a dog,"lavatory suggested,"Lets face it she is a right bitch."

"Capital idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the sentence they had her bra off the scent of horny cunt had their cocks 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 tot bastard !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her void with his gormandize manhood.

John watched for a few minutes but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's knocker and saying he loved her he wandered off up to bed. He was almost at peace when Geoffrey came into his elbow room,"Your go old crack,"

"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 humanity through the fly in his pajama,"stack of aliveness in it."

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

Her open warm sloppy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow swarm and he lay back to one of the upright lazy fucking 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."

"face I just want to sleep now, '' toilet declared and he added"Goodnight."

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

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

"Don't halt you old muggins,"Miriam urged,"It's rare enough that he shows any pursuit in me as it is."

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

"Don't be all-fired derisory,"John replied as he put several slices of bread in the toaster,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for time of day,"Miriam replied as she joined John in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the workplace top shall I ?"She was wearing one of lavatory's white employment shirts and nix else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting bitch and she should take in repulsed John but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's pussy was piano and warm as Saint 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 strong men,"she explained,"Don't you understand anything about women ?"

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

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

"No I think I can manage,"Gospel According to John agreed and his stopcock twitched and started to pullulate pint after pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a voice from nowhere said suddenly. bathroom struggled to attain sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ethoxyethane, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the ahead of time morn luminance 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 backbite and go to catch some Z's"he explained.

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

"Or what ?"John replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"hope promises,"he sighed,"Fuck 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 .