St. John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the lobby at the women's safety, an anon. unit behind a down town shopping mall.

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

"That will be the ‘ sour faced little cow with yellow-bellied 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 evil grin.

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the unthankful little bitch,"the woman continued,"You had better come through."

John followed her into the backbone room.

It was just a corridor a couple of time wide. It stunk. The base was polished Edward White tiles. White tiles also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

John the Divine had to do a double take. Every two metres or so a naked female nates projected through a hole in the bulwark. A wooden pole inserted at waist the kept the tush 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 cleaning woman asked.

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

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

"What ?"John exclaimed.

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

"Bloody hell,"John gasped.

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

John looked quite astonished.

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

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

"offset we get the ladies trust, 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 round the vertebral column by the junk bin is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"John gasped.

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

"Uh, Saint John the Apostle, yes."John said awkwardly.

"Department of Energy you wife shave ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"Saint John agreed. He caught Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, older than him, her breasts swelled quite nicely in the crisp white Doctor 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 dumbbell ?"she queried,"Lots of male child like to take on with my boobies ?"

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

"You need a piece of ass ?"Melissa enquired,"Are you missing her ?"

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

"Oh well I can't aid with domesticated job,"genus Melissa admitted,"But I'm horny and I'm on response all night so it looks like I only have a alternative of either you or Rob the janitor if I want to get laid."

Melissa unbuttoned her smock, her bra was sheer Edward D. White with the cup cut away to reveal her nipple, her Andrew D. White suspender belt supported livid stockings and her panties were lilliputian white-hot lace with a split 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 bump off her gag."genus Melissa sighed.

John walked up to no 3 and loosened his trouser letting them fall to his stifle

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a little too high to spear easily."Use the wooden stop to adapt your height,"Melissa suggested.

John saw the cumulus of several size timbers 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 clean push he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

Sarah's vocalization 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 front at Sarah.

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A orb gag hung round her neck. Her branch were bound to the arms of the wheelchair, her infantry bound to the footstool, her waist was bound to the back of the chair with blue roofy matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating butt ballyhoo, a vibrator up her pussy and a little electric daze simple machine up her pee hole,"Melissa explained,"In plus to what you can see."

"love god,"John exclaimed but the woman was working her cunt muscleman, milking John's shaft."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 people Sarah needed that cum John,"Melissa chided.

"mother fucker,"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 moment then zap her again, she usually orgasms when I do that.

St. John the Apostle looked confused as his shrinking pecker slipped from the daughter's cunt ..

"It's all controlled from an app on my phone,"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 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 harsh,"john suggested as he looked for something to wipe his cock on.

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

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

"I can see why she got her hook into you but you could do so much better,"genus Melissa suggested. She undid the scurvy push button on her smock and began to gently frig herself.

"Er,"I gasped

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

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

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

"She needs a peter to absorb,"Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's side and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's tooth."So go on john, put it in her mouth."

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

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

John found sticking his putz in Sarah's oral cavity was easier said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her top dog until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to suffer awkwardly with legs spread out each side of the chair.

His cock started to swell as he felt Sarah'tongue and lips and she started to pop off exciting him further. His pommel end tickled her palatine tonsil, 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 vexation we have a defibrillator somewhere if she has a cardiac arrest."

"No, I can't"John protested but his aching clump proved him unseasonable by producing a few more drip of creamy cum as his muscular tissue tried to pump every troy ounce of fluid from his empty 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 genus Melissa zapped Sarah's pee cakehole with the app from her phone.

Sarah looked around wildly,"Its all rectify darling I'll take you family,"John promised.

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

John the Divine was shattered, two climax in ten minutes, he needed to rest and could not resist as Melissa led him round to the former position of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their asses through the bulwark. issue one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red bollock gag, no 2 was even older, 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 nighttime hair from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, grim,"St. John the Apostle apologised.

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

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

"rightfulness ? 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 load of deviant ?"John demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

"All I want is my shirts ironed, the fry looked after and a piece of tail when I feel like it,"John explained.

"Then you need a nanny-goat and a prostitute, not a wife,"Melissa explained,"Go home and think, think who made Sarah the way she is."

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

King John needed a drink, he went home via the pub, had a few belittled beers and force back home.

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

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

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

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

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

"Where's that henpecked married man of yours ?"privy demanded.

"right wing 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 suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad legs and want of panties.

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

"Did you ?"St. John asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you take care awfully holding her berm 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 queers !"

"No discourtesy 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 stand by a broom up her cunt and clear her expanse the terrace ?"John suggested flippantly.

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

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

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"net ball strip her bare and put her in the garden like a dog,"John suggested,"Army of the Pure face it she is a good bitch."

"capital letter idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the time they had her bra off the scent of aroused cunt had their prick stiffening.

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

"Oh you bastard you add together bastard !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her nothingness with his binge manhood.

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 numb when Geoffrey came into his room,"Your act old chap,"

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

"hokum !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the room. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped bathroom's humanity through the fly in his pajama,"flock of life sentence in it."

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

Her loose warm up overemotional cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow swarm 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."

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

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

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

"Don't stopover you old jester,"Miriam urged,"It's rare enough that he shows any involvement in me as it is."

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

"Don't be bloody derisory,"John replied as he put various 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 study top shall I ?"She was wearing one of John's white work shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting slit and she should have repulsed John the Divine but something was stirring.

"On the worktop, lets do this before the fry come down,"St. John the Apostle advised.

John helped Miriam go up up on the worktop."ass me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's cunt was diffused and warm as can slipped his tool thick inside her. Her dilate nipples nuzzled his ches.

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

"She is, we both need solid men,"she explained,"Don't you understand anything about cleaning woman ?"

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

"Stout corset and a decent bra is all the accompaniment 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 consecrate you a bit of a break."

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

"Ugggghhh,"a voice from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to make sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the betimes dawning visible radiation 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 kip"he explained.

"Don't you dare verbalise 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 fourth dimension he was fucking Sarah while Miriam slowly wanked herself with a corgette as she watched them .