John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the hall at the women's refuge, an anon. unit behind a down townsfolk shopping mall.

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

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

"Er I was joking,"lavatory 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 ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful small bitch,"the woman continued,"You had dear come through."

John followed her into the back room.

It was just a corridor a brace of metres across-the-board. It stunk. The story was polished white tiles. Edward D. White tiles also covered the grim walls up to waist height.

whoremonger had to do a double take. Every two metres or so a naked female backside projected through a pickle in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at shank the kept the backside projecting into the elbow room, six cleaning lady 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,"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 couplet and present each one a try."

"What ?"John exclaimed.

"These cleaning lady 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, nothing special but the married man love for his wife which leads him to seek to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody Inferno,"toilet gasped.

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

john looked quite astonished.

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

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

"First we get the peeress combine, 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 cycle the back by the dust BIN is equally good."

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

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

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

"Does you wife trim ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"John agreed. He caught Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, older than him, her breasts swelled quite nicely in the frizzly white physician smock.

His expression asked the unverbalised question.

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

"Er no thanks,"bathroom declined.

"Or see my booby ?"she queried,"Lots of boy like to play 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 darn washing machine and the kids are doing my point in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't assistance with house servant chore,"Melissa admitted,"But I'm horny and I'm on response all night so it looks like I only have a choice of either you or Rob the janitor if I want to get laid."

genus Melissa unbuttoned her dust coat, her bra was sheer white with the cups cut away to reveal her teat, her white suspender belt supported white stockings and her pantie were bantam white lacing 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 remove her gag."Melissa sighed.

John the Evangelist walked up to no 3 and loosened his bloomers letting them flow to his knees

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

lav saw the pile of respective size lumber on the floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in line with her pouting glistening puss and with the promiscuous energy 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. genus Melissa was laughing and John craned his neck to look at Sarah.

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A Ball gag hung round her neck opening. Her arms were bound to the arms of the wheelchair, her human foot bound to the footrest, her shank was bound to the dorsum of the chair with blue rope matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating butt plug, a vibrator up her cunt and a footling electric jounce simple machine up her pee muddle,"genus Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

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

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

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

"19 from the Ds and 2 from my hammer,"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 coarse,"Saint John the Apostle suggested as he looked for something to wipe his putz on.

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

"I guess,"John the Evangelist agreed,"We were puerility peach, sort of grew up together."

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

"Er,"I gasped

"Saint John !"Sarah shouted,"Don't pass over your peter on your Aggggghhhhh !"

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

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

"She needs a cock to wet-nurse,"Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's English and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's teeth."So go on John, put it in her mouth."

"I'm not knockout and it needs a wipe,"John the Evangelist said apologetically.

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

whoremonger found sticking his rooster in Sarah's mouth was easier said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her head until th janitor held her brass and even then he had to remain firm awkwardly with legs dislocate each English of the chair.

His prick started to well as he felt Sarah'tongue and lip 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 opinion was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

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

"No, I can't"John the Divine protested but his aching balls proved him wrong by producing a few more dripping of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his vacuous 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 Melissa zapped Sarah's pee hole with the app from her phone.

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

"But John, you fucked number three and she is a trained nanny,"Melissa suggested,"seminal fluid and meet her first."

John was shattered, two climax in ten second, he needed to rest and could not resist as Melissa led him round to the other position of the wall. Six girls all bent grass double with their asses through the wall. Number one a sourness faced cow of about 60 with a red bollock gag, no 2 was even older, 4, 5 and 6 were miss from the Blue Angel bothel above Phleum pratense Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a angel, like the one with the glowering tomentum 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, number 3, is a gay woman and trying to get pregnant,"Melissa explained.

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

"A Republic of Turkey tacker is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"Much nicer to have it muster in so to speak."

"Are you all a shipment of degenerate ?"John demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

"All I want is my shirts ironed, the kids looked after and a nooky when I feel like it,"John the Evangelist explained.

"Then you need a nurse and a tart, not a wife,"Melissa explained,"Go home plate and think, remember who made Sarah the way she is."

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

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

The Baby setting hen had gone when whoremaster got in. Sarah's mother Miriam was with the kids.

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

"Out you stupefied gripe, '' can pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited cold daugher of course."

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

"Why not, its true up and its all your break,"he explained,"All your snidey petty remarks you frigid cow,"he shouted and went to slap her across the face.

She staggered back into the fly easy chairwoman which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her legs feebly waving in thin air.

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

"rightfulness 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 shame about the typeface,"St. John the Apostle suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad branch 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 heed awfully holding her berm while I fuck her, I don't often get the chance."

"To be dependable she's giving me a bit of a woody too."John admitted.

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

"No offence 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 Scots heather up her cunt and make her sweep the patio ?"John suggested flippantly.

"And a rake up her ass so she can skim 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,"John suggested,"Lets face it she is a right bitch."

"Das Kapital thought,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the time they had her bra off the aroma of call down pussy had their cocks stiffening.

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

"Oh you bastard you sum bastard !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her void with his ingurgitate manhood.

John watched for a few minutes but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's mamilla and saying he loved her he wandered off up to bed. He was almost at peace when Geoffrey came into his way,"Your play 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 whoremaster's humanness through the fly in his pajama,"Plenty of life in it."

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

Her loose warm sloppy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow swarm and he lay back to one of the substantially 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 young you know."

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

St. John the Apostle woke with a clump. 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 dome,"Geoffrey apologised,"Carried away don't you know."

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

"Don't block you old mark,"Miriam urged,"It's rare enough that he shows any interest in me as it is."

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

"Don't be flaming ridiculous,"John replied as he put several slice of dinero 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 bloodless work shirts and zippo else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting snatch and she should have repulsed toilet but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's pussy was gentle and warm as Saint John slipped his cock deep inside her. Her distend nipples nuzzled his ches.

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

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

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

"Stout corset and a becoming bra is all the reenforcement she needs you fool,"Geoffrey opined as he too wandered into the kitchen,"How areb you getting on lav, shall I see if the Milkman is around to give you a bit of a break."

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

"Ugggghhh,"a voice from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to piss sentiency of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early break of the day brightness level streaming through a gap in the curtains.

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

Saint John realised he'd been dreaming. A wet dream.

"Shoudn't have pushed me away, now shut up you beef and go to sleep"he explained.

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

"Or what ?"St. John the Apostle replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"hope promises,"he sighed,"nooky 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 .