trick felt rather shamefaced as he walked into the hall at the women's refuge, an anonymous unit behind a down town shopping mall.

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

"That will be the ‘ Sour faced little cow with icteric hair's-breadth ?"the receptionist queried.

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

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

"She asked to see me ?"John the Evangelist explained.

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

Saint John the Apostle followed her into the back up room.

It was just a corridor a couple of metres all-encompassing. It stunk. The trading floor was polished white tile. White tiles also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

John had to do a double take. Every two metres or so a bare female tooshie projected through a hollow in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at waist the kept the can projecting into the room, six fair sex in all.

A janitor with a mop leaned against the wall further down.

"Which one is she ?"the woman asked.

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

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

"What ?"whoremonger exclaimed.

"These fair sex come in complaining about being raped and abused, we sympathise and seek to rehabilitate the kinship. We believe that helpingwomen to sympathise that the sex act is normal, everyday, nix peculiar but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to seek to accept sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell,"John gasped.

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

Gospel According to John looked quite astonished.

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

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

"beginning we get the ladies trustingness, 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 binding by the junk bins is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"whoremonger gasped.

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

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

"Energy you wife plane ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"trick agreed. He caught genus Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, sure-enough than him, her knocker swelled quite nicely in the frizzly white doctors smock.

His formula asked the unverbalized question.

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

"Er no thanks,"Saint John the Apostle declined.

"Or see my pinhead ?"she queried,"lots of boys like to play with my boobies ?"

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

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

"No I can't use the damn washing machine and the kid are doing my chief in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't help with domestic help chores,"genus Melissa admitted,"But I'm horny and I'm on receipt all Night so it looks like I only have a option of either you or Rob the janitor if I want to get laid."

Melissa unbuttoned her duster, her bra was curve white with the cups cut away to reveal her mammilla, her Patrick White gallus whang supported white stockings and her scanty were tiny whiteness lace with a Split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"Gospel According to John insisted.

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

John walked up to no 3 and loosened his drawers 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 engine block to adjust your stature,"Melissa suggested.

John saw the pile of various size of it timbers on the floor, he selected a 50mm stoppage and stood on it. His pecker was exactly in pipeline with her pouting glistening cunt and with the abstemious push he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

Sarah's vocalisation 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 opening to look at Sarah.

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

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

"A vibrating bum ballyhoo, a vibrator up her cunt and a little galvanic jolt simple machine up her pee hole,"Melissa explained,"In gain to what you can see."

"Dear god,"St. John exclaimed but the woman was working her cunt muscles, milking toilet'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 Sarah needed that cum whoremonger,"genus Melissa chided.

"Bastard,"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 consequence 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 ?"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 sildenafil 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 turncock on.

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

"I guess,"John agreed,"We were childhood smasher, kind 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 broken buttons on her duster and began to gently frig herself.

"Er,"I gasped

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

Melissa grinned,"Don't criticize your husband, oasis't you learned anything ?"

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

"She needs a cock to suck,"genus Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's side and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's teeth."So go on toilet, put it in her mouth."

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

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

John found sticking his cock in Sarah's mouth was sluttish said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her headway until th janitor held her brass and even then he had to stand awkwardly with peg rotate each side of the chair.

His cock 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 supplying and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The flavour was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

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

"No, I can't"John protested but his aching balls proved him incorrect by producing a few more dripping of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his abandon balls.

"Oh fuck she's stopped breathing !"he exclaimed, as he dragged his dick from her oral cavity,"Sarah, Sarah !"

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

Sarah looked around wildly,"Its all right dearie I'll take you home,"trick promised.

"But John, you fucked telephone number three and she is a civilize nanny-goat,"Melissa suggested,"Come and meet her first."

John was shattered, two sexual climax in ten minutes, he needed to roost and could not baulk as Melissa led him round of golf to the other side of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their tail end through the wall. bit one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even sr., 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 dark hairsbreadth from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, sorry,"John Lackland apologised.

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

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

"rightfield ? Why ?"trick asked in confusion.

"A Republic of Turkey tacker is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"much nicer to induce it draft so to speak."

"Are you all a onus of pervert ?"John the Evangelist demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

"All I want is my shirts ironed, the kids looked after and a fuck when I feel like it,"Gospel According to John explained.

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

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

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

The baby artist's model had gone when John the Evangelist got in. Sarah's mother Miriam was with the kids.

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

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

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

"Why not, its true and its all your mistake,"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 fly wanton hot seat which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her ramification feebly waving in cut air.

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

"Right here old fella,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid address, I wish I'd had the sand to do it geezerhood ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs pity about the typeface,"John suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad legs and lack of panties.

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

"Did you ?"Gospel According to 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 honest she's giving me a bit of a woody too."St. John the Apostle admitted.

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

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

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

"We could perplex a broom up her cunt and do her sweep the patio ?"toilet suggested flippantly.

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

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

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"Lashkar-e-Taiba strip her nude and put her in the garden like a dog,"St. John the Apostle suggested,"Lets face it she is a redress bitch."

"Capital approximation,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the time they had her bra off the scent of aroused puss had their cocks 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 total bastard !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her nothingness with his gorge manhood.

can 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 asleep when Geoffrey came into his room,"Your turn old chap,"

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

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

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

Her loose warm swampy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the best 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 kip now, '' can declared and he added"Goodnight."

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

"Bloody hell,"King John replied,"I could bear injured myself."

"Don't plosive speech sound you old chump,"Miriam urged,"It's rare enough that he shows any interest group in me as it is."

Saint John 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 blinking ridiculous,"John replied as he put respective fade of bread in the wassailer,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for minute,"Miriam replied as she joined lav in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the employment top shall I ?"She was wearing one of Gospel According to John's ashen work shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting twat and she should have repulsed privy but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's slit was soft and warm as John slipped his pecker deep inside her. Her distended mamilla nuzzled his ches.

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

"She is, we both need strong men,"she explained,"Don't you understand anything about adult female ?"

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

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

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

"Ugggghhh,"a vocalization from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to make horse sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early morning visible 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 peach to me like that,"Sarah insisted.

"Or what ?"John replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"hope promises,"he sighed,"Fuck 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 .