whoremaster felt rather sheepish as he walked into the lobby at the women's refuge, an anonymous unit behind a down townspeople shopping mall.

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

"That will be the ‘ Sour faced little cow with yellow whisker ?"the receptionist queried.

"Er I was joking,"St. John the Apostle admitted,"When I filled the form in."

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

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the thankless picayune cunt,"the charwoman continued,"You had dependable come through."

can followed her into the indorse room.

It was just a corridor a span of meter wide-eyed. It stunk. The story was polished white roofing tile. Andrew Dickson White tile also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

John had to do a double takings. Every two metres or so a naked female backside projected through a golf hole in the rampart. 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 bulwark further down.

"Which one is she ?"the adult female asked.

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

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

"What ?"John exclaimed.

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

"Bloody Hell,"privy gasped.

"Of course some of the missy are just stand ins, not wives,"the cleaning woman explained.

John looked quite astonished.

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

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

"kickoff we get the madam 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 backrest by the dust bins is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"John gasped.

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

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

"DOE you wife shave ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"John agreed. He caught Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, older than him, her chest swelled quite nicely in the crisp Edward 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,"Lots of boys like to recreate with my boobies ?"

"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 motorcar and the kids are doing my headspring in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't help with domestic chores,"Melissa admitted,"But I'm horny and I'm on response all dark 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 smock, her bra was sheer white with the cup cut away to reveal her nipples, her Patrick White brace knock supported white stockings and her pantie were flyspeck white lace with a split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"John insisted.

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

Gospel According to John walked up to no 3 and loosened his pants letting them return to his knees

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

John saw the pile 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 bitch and with the lightest push he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

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

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

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A egg gag hung round her neck. Her weapon were bound to the arms of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the back of the hot seat with depressed Mexican valium matching those which encircled her breasts.

"What have you done to her !"St. John the Apostle demanded.

"A vibrating derriere nag, a vibrator up her snatch and a little electric stupor machine up her pee hole,"genus Melissa explained,"In improver to what you can see."

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

"poor people Sarah needed that cum whoremonger,"Melissa chided.

"dickhead,"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.

King John looked confused as his shrinking cock slipped from the missy's cunt..

"It's all controlled from an app on my telephone,"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 ?"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 sort of porn you watch,"Melissa suggested,"Babes or reality porn."

"I guess,"whoremaster agreed,"We were childhood sweethearts, 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 depleted release on her smock and began to gently frig herself.

"Er,"I gasped

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

genus Melissa grinned,"Don't knock your hubby, 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 rooster to suck in,"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 heavily and it needs a wipe,"John said apologetically.

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

John found sticking his cock in Sarah's back talk was easier said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her head until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to stand awkwardly with legs splayed each position of the chair.

His cock started to swell as he felt Sarah'clapper and sassing and she started to choke exciting him further. His pommel end tickled her palatine tonsil, his helmet cut her air supplying and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The feeling was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

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

"No, I can't"St. John the Apostle protested but his aching chunk proved him untimely by producing a few more drips of creamy cum as his brawn tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his empty 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 Melissa zapped Sarah's pee hole with the app from her phone.

Sarah looked around wildly,"Its all correct pet I'll take you home,"John promised.

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

toilet was shattered, two orgasms in ten hour, he needed to rest and could not resist as Melissa led him round to the other side of the wall. Six girls all bent-grass double with their stern through the rampart. Number one a acidity faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even older, 4, 5 and 6 were young lady from the Blue Angel Falls bothel above timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a Angel, like the one with the dark pilus 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 nice, especially when you shoot your load,"she simpered.

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

"right wing ? Why ?"whoremaster asked in confusion.

"A turkey tacker is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"Much nicer to have it draft so to speak."

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

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why not, its honest 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 leisurely chairperson which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her ramification feebly waving in slenderize air.

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

"Right here old chap,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid voice communication, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it geezerhood ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs disgrace about the face,"John suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad wooden 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 good she's giving me a bit of a woody too."King John admitted.

"Tell you what how about a 3 some,"Geoffrey suggested,"You can do the front to begin with and convert ends half way like the queers !"

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

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

"We could stick a heather up her cunt and spend a penny her chimneysweep the patio ?"Saint 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.

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

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

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

"Oh you bastard you aggregate bastard !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her void with his overeat 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 asleep when Geoffrey came into his room,"Your round old chap,"

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

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

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

Her release warm sloppy bitch engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the in effect lazy fucks he ever enjoyed.

"I can't recollect why you never tried to make 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."

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

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

"Bloody hellhole,"trick replied,"I could have injured myself."

"Don't stop you old sucker,"Miriam urged,"It's rarified enough that he shows any stake in me as it is."

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

"Don't be bally cockeyed,"John replied as he put various slices of gelt in the toaster,"You'll wake the kids."

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

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

whoremaster helped Miriam rise up on the worktop."fuck me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's cunt was soft and ardent as John slipped his tool thick 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 womanhood ?"

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

"Stout corset and a decent 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 get by,"John agreed and his cock twitched and started to fool away pint after pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a vocalisation from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to make sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the aether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early on first light Christ Within streaming through a gap in the curtains.

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

toilet 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 mouth to me like that,"Sarah insisted.

"Or what ?"John the Divine replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"hope promises,"he sighed,"shtup 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 .