John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the lobby at the women's recourse, an anon. social unit behind a toss off town shopping mall.

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

"That will be the ‘ tartness 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 char replied with an iniquity grin.

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the thankless little beef,"the woman continued,"You had better come through."

John followed her into the cover room.

It was just a corridor a twosome of cadence wide. It stunk. The floor was polished White person tiles. White tile also covered the humble walls up to waist height.

whoremonger had to do a double take. Every two cadence or so a naked female backside projected through a hole in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at waist the kept the backside projecting into the way, 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,"John the Evangelist replied in confusion.

"They are only allowed to talk while you are fucking them,"the cleaning lady explained,"I suggest you narrow it down to a yoke and dedicate each one a try."

"What ?"John exclaimed.

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

"Bloody hell,"bathroom gasped.

"Of line some of the young lady are just stand ins, not wife,"the woman explained.

John looked quite astonished.

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

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

"First we get the ladies faith, 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 turn the vertebral column by the debris bank identification number is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"John gasped.

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

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

"DOE you wife knock off ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"whoremaster agreed. He caught Melissa's regard. She was about 35, he guessed, sure-enough than him, her breasts swelled quite nicely in the crisp white Doctor of the Church 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,"Lots of son like to act as with my pinhead ?"

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

"You need a fuck ?"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 domestic help task,"Melissa admitted,"But I'm horny and I'm on reception all Nox so it looks like I only have a selection of either you or Rob the janitor if I want to get laid."

Melissa unbuttoned her duster, her bra was sheer White person with the cups cut away to reveal her nipples, her white suspender belt supported blanched stockings and her step-in were flyspeck white lace with a split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"trick 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.

John Lackland walked up to no 3 and loosened his bloomers letting them fall to his genu

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

John saw the pile of various size timbers on the floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His tool was exactly in line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the low-cal 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 reckon at Sarah.

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A Lucille Ball gag hung round her neck opening. Her arms were bound to the arms of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the cover of the chair with blue ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating rear end male plug, a vibrator up her bitch and a little electric shock machine up her pee hole,"Melissa explained,"In gain to what you can see."

"Dear god,"John exclaimed but the charwoman was working her cunt muscles, milking lavatory's cock."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too of 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 John,"Melissa chided.

"motherfucker,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

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

John the Evangelist looked confused as his shrinking turncock slipped from the 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 orgasm, that's what 20 today ?"Melissa asked.

"19 from the Ds and 2 from my rooster,"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,"toilet suggested as he looked for something to wipe his prick on.

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

"I guess,"John agreed,"We were childhood truelove, form of grew up together."

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

"Er,"I gasped

"john !"Sarah shouted,"Don't pass over your cock on your Aggggghhhhh !"

Melissa grinned,"Don't pick apart your hubby, oasis'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 cock 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 tough and it needs a wipe,"trick said apologetically.

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

can found sticking his cock 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 face and even then he had to stand awkwardly with peg splayed each side of the chair.

His cock started to swell as he felt Sarah'lingua and lips and she started to choke exciting him further. His pommel end tickled her tonsils, his helmet cut her air supply and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The smell 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"bathroom protested but his aching balls proved him wrong by producing a few Thomas More trickle of creamy cum as his muscularity tried to pump every snow leopard of fluid from his void balls.

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

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

Sarah looked around wildly,"Its all justly favorite I'll take you home,"bathroom promised.

"But Saint John the Apostle, you fucked issue three and she is a trained nanny,"Melissa suggested,"Come and get together her first."

John the Evangelist was shattered, two orgasms in ten minutes, he needed to rest and could not resist as Melissa led him unit of ammunition to the early side of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their asses through the wall. act one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red glob gag, no 2 was even sure-enough, 4, 5 and 6 were little girl from the Blue holy person bothel above Timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a angel, like the one with the shadow haircloth from Abba but with the blond one's ass.

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

"Er yes, sorry,"Saint John the Apostle apologised.

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

"Annalise, turn 3, is a lesbian and trying to get fraught,"genus Melissa explained.

"right hand ? Why ?"St. John the Apostle 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 perverts ?"John demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

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

"Then you need a nanny-goat and a whore, not a married woman,"genus Melissa explained,"Go base and think, think 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.

John needed a beverage, he went home base via the pub, had a few small beers and drove home.

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

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

"Out you stupid cunt, '' King John pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited polar daugher of course."

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

"Why not, its genuine and its all your geological fault,"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 tardily president which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her branch feebly waving in lose weight air.

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

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

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs disgrace about the aspect,"John suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad peg 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 listen awfully holding her shoulder joint while I fuck her, I don't often get the chance."

"To be fair 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 movement to begin with and transfer ends half way like the poof !"

"No offence but I spunked twice since tea metre and she really is not my type."John apologised.

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

"We could hold fast a broom up her cunt and make her sweep the patio ?"lav suggested flippantly.

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

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

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"Lets strip her naked and put her in the garden like a dog,"whoremonger suggested,"Army of the Pure face it she is a right bitch."

"Capital idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the sentence they had her bra off the scent of aroused cunt had their cock stiffening.

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

"Oh you bastard you tot dickhead !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her void with his gormandize 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 deceased when Geoffrey came into his elbow room,"Your turn old chap,"

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

"Nonsense !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the elbow room. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped privy's manhood through the fly in his pyjamas,"muckle of lifespan in it."

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

Her light strong sloppy puss engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the adept 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 Brigham Young you know."

"Look I just want to catch some Z's now, '' John declared and he added"Goodnight."

whoremonger woke with a thump. 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 noggin,"Geoffrey apologised,"Carried away don't you know."

"Bloody hell,"John replied,"I could have 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, prison term for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the chocolate machine and Geoffrey shouted."John, you turn."

"Don't be bloody ludicrous,"privy replied as he put several slice of moolah in the toaster,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for hours,"Miriam replied as she joined bathroom in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the study top shall I ?"She was wearing one of can's white work shirts and goose egg else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting twat and she should have repulsed St. John the Apostle but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's cunt was subdued and ardent as can slipped his tool deep 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 women ?"

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

"Stout stays and a decent bra is all the reenforcement 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 break you a bit of a break."

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

"Ugggghhh,"a vocalization 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 early morning time light source 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 squawk and go to log Z's"he explained.

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

"Or what ?"lavatory replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

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