John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the pressure group at the women's safety, an anon. unit of measurement behind a blue Town shopping mall.

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

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

"She asked to see me ?"lavatory explained.

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful little bitch,"the cleaning lady continued,"You had better come through."

King John followed her into the hind room.

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

John had to do a duplicate issue. Every two metre or so a au naturel female person hindquarters projected through a yap in the wall. A wooden rod 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 fair sex asked.

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

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

"What ?"whoremonger exclaimed.

"These women 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, routine, nothing extra but the hubby love for his wife which leads him to look for to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell,"John gasped.

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

John looked quite astonished.

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

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

"showtime we get the ma'am 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 dust bank identification number is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"Saint 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 call for a well shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My name is Melissa by the way."

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

"Does you wife trim ? Melissa asked.

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

His reflexion asked the unspoken question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John declined.

"Or see my dummy ?"she queried,"Lots of boys like to play with my boobies ?"

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

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

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

"Oh well I can't help with domestic 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."

Melissa unbuttoned her dust coat, her bra was sheer white with the loving cup cut away to give away her teat, her clean suspender belt supported white stockings and her pantie were tiny white lace with a rip crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"toilet 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 walked up to no 3 and loosened his pants letting them devolve to his knees

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a little too high-pitched to spear easily."Use the wooden engine block to adjust your height,"Melissa suggested.

trick saw the mound of various sizing forest on the floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in line of business with her pouting glistening slit and with the lightest push he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

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

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

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

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

"A vibrating butt quid, a vibrator up her twat and a piffling electrical impact machine up her pee yap,"Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"Dear god,"John exclaimed but the woman was working her puss muscles, milking John's peter."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too late and he shot his milky cum deep into a womanhood who he didn't know, had never spoken to and never seen.

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

"illegitimate child,"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 moments then zap her again, she usually orgasms when I do that.

John looked confused as his shrinking stopcock slipped from the girl'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 tool,"the janitor announced proudly.

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

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

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

"I guess,"John agreed,"We were childhood sweethearts, variety of grew up together."

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

"Er,"I gasped

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

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

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

"She needs a prick to suck,"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 said apologetically.

"That's what a wife's oral cavity is for, cleaning cocks,"Melissa explained,"How on earth is she supposed to con without your help."

trick found sticking his peter in Sarah's oral fissure was promiscuous said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her headway until th janitor held her face and even then he had to put up awkwardly with peg spread out each position of the chair.

His rooster started to swell as he felt Sarah'tongue and lips and she started to choke exciting him further. His knob end tickled her tonsils, 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 Ball proved him untimely by producing a few more drips of creamy cum as his muscleman tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his empty balls.

"Oh fuck she's stopped breathing !"he exclaimed, as he dragged his rooster 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 right deary I'll take you home,"John promised.

"But John, you fucked act three and she is a take aim nanny,"Melissa suggested,"Come and meet her first."

john was shattered, two orgasms in ten minutes, he needed to lie and could not resist as Melissa led him round to the other incline of the bulwark. Six girls all bent double with their fuck through the wall. Number one a sourness faced cow of about 60 with a red bollock gag, no 2 was even senior, 4, 5 and 6 were fille from the wild blue yonder Angel bothel above Phleum pratense Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a angel, like the one with the drear hair from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, sorry,"John apologised.

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

"Annalise, number 3, is a tribade and trying to get meaning,"Melissa explained.

"Right ? Why ?"John asked in confusion.

"A dud tacker is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"practically nicer to let it muster in 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 minor looked after and a fuck when I feel like it,"lav explained.

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

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

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

The Baby artist's model had gone when privy 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 names,"Miriam snapped.

"Why not, its true and its all your fault,"he explained,"All your snidey trivial 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 binding with her legs feebly waving in dilute air.

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

"Right here old blighter,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid speech, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it years ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs shame about the side,"John suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad leg 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 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 change ends half way like the queen !"

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

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

"We could stick a heather up her bitch and attain her end run the patio ?"John suggested flippantly.

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

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

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

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

"Capital idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the time they had her bra off the scent of aroused pussy had their pecker stiffening.

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

"Oh you bastard you total mongrel !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her nihility with his stuff manhood.

John watched for a few minutes but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's bosom and saying he loved her he wandered off up to bed. He was almost asleep when Geoffrey came into his room,"Your turn old chap,"

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

"falderol !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the way. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped bathroom's manhood through the fly in his pyjamas,"Plenty of sprightliness in it."

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

Her loose warm waterlogged bitch engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the skillful lazy fucking 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."

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

St. John the Apostle 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 bean plant,"Geoffrey apologised,"Carried away don't you know."

"Bloody hell,"Saint John the Apostle replied,"I could throw injured myself."

"Don't arrest you old fool,"Miriam urged,"It's rarefied enough that he shows any pastime in me as it is."

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

"Don't be crashing cockeyed,"John replied as he put respective slices of scratch 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 work top shall I ?"She was wearing one of John's E. B. White work shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should have repulsed trick but something was stirring.

"On the worktop, lets do this before the child come down,"lav advised.

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

Miriam's cunt was soft and quick as privy slipped his tool deep inside her. Her dilate nipples nuzzled his ches.

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

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

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

"Stout corset and a decently 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 you a bit of a break."

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

"Ugggghhh,"a voice from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to make sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ethyl ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the ahead of time morning light 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 bitch and go to sleep"he explained.

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

"Or what ?"John replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

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