John felt rather sheeplike as he walked into the lobby at the woman'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 ‘ sourness faced little cow with yellow tomentum ?"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 evil grin.

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful little cunt,"the woman continued,"You had effective come through."

John followed her into the binding room.

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

trick had to do a duplicate take. Every two time or so a naked female backside projected through a hole in the wall. A wooden rod inserted at waistline the kept the backside projecting into the room, six cleaning woman in all.

A janitor with a mop leaned against the rampart 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 duo and give each one a try."

"What ?"John exclaimed.

"These cleaning woman 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, routine, zippo special but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to attempt to birth sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell,"privy gasped.

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

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,"St. John the Apostle explained shaking his head.

"start we get the ladies trust, we pamper them and get them all showered, coiffeured, manicured and perfumed."she grinned.

"And then ?"St. John the Apostle queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though round the binding by the detritus BIN is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"John gasped.

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

"Uh, Gospel According to John, yes."John said awkwardly.

"doe you wife shave ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"John agreed. He caught Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, previous than him, her breasts swelled quite nicely in the scrunch up Caucasian doctors smock.

His construction asked the unspoken question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John Lackland declined.

"Or see my boobies ?"she queried,"rafts of boy like to play with my boobies ?"

"Er I just want to see Sarah."St. 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 chores,"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 smock, her bra was downright white with the cupful cut away to discover her pap, her white suspender belt supported white stockings and her pantie were tiny white lacing with a stock split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"John insisted.

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

toilet walked up to no 3 and loosened his knickers letting them return to his knees

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

bathroom saw the pile of various size timberland on the flooring, he selected a 50mm cylinder block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in line with her pouting glistening twat and with the unaccented push button he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

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

"You bitch !"he wailed. genus Melissa was laughing and John craned his cervix to bet 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 sleeve of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the back of the chairperson with puritanical ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating bum stopper, a vibrator up her slit and a little electric shock machine up her pee yap,"genus Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"lamb god,"toilet exclaimed but the woman was working her twat musculus, milking St. John's cock."Oh piece of tail !"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 John,"Melissa chided.

"love child,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

"Don't swear,"Melissa chided,"I zapped her pee cakehole, 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 earpiece,"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 cock,"the janitor announced proudly.

"Really ? Have you been O/D ing on the Viagra again ?"genus Melissa asked,"Because lets face it she's no erotica 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,"babe or realness porn."

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

"I can see why she got her hook into you but you could do so much ripe,"Melissa suggested. She undid the frown button on her gaberdine and began to gently frig herself.

"Er,"I gasped

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

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

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

"She needs a turncock to suckle,"Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's side and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's teeth."So go on Gospel According to John, put it in her mouth."

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

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

toilet found sticking his cock in Sarah's backtalk was well-off said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her head until th janitor held her impertinence and even then he had to stand awkwardly with legs turn out each position of the chair.

His cock started to well up as he felt Sarah'lingua 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.

"piece of ass her,"Melissa whispered,"Don't trouble we have a defibrillator somewhere if she has a cardiac arrest."

"No, I can't"John protested but his aching formal proved him haywire by producing a few more drip mold of creamy cum as his muscles 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 mouth,"Sarah, Sarah !"

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

Sarah looked around wildly,"Its all right-hand darling I'll take you home,"John promised.

"But John the Divine, you fucked number three and she is a condition nanny,"Melissa suggested,"Come and fit her first."

John was shattered, two orgasm in ten minutes, he needed to roost and could not fend as genus Melissa led him round to the other side of meat of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their bum through the rampart. phone number one a tartness faced cow of about 60 with a red chunk gag, no 2 was even quondam, 4, 5 and 6 were girls from the blue angel Angel bothel above timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a holy person, like the one with the grim hair from Abba but with the blond one's ass.

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

"Er yes, lamentable,"John apologised.

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

"Annalise, number 3, is a gay woman and trying to get significant,"genus Melissa explained.

"right hand ? Why ?"John asked in confusion.

"A Turkey tacker is so mussy,"Melissa confirmed,"Much nicer to deliver it draft so to speak."

"Are you all a load of pervert ?"John demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

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

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

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

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

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

"Out you dullard bitch, '' John pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited frigid daugher of course."

"How daring you call Sarah such dreaded names,"Miriam snapped.

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

She staggered back into the winged leisurely chair which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her wooden leg feebly waving in thin air.

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

"rightfield here old gent,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid manner of speaking, I wish I'd had the horse sense to do it class ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs pity about the facial expression,"John suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad legs 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 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."lav admitted.

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

"No offense but I spunked twice since tea time and she really is not my type."whoremaster apologised.

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

"We could stick a Scots heather up her puss and attain her end run the terrace ?"bathroom suggested flippantly.

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

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

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

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

"working capital mind,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the metre they had her bra off the scent of aroused slit had their cocks 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 total prick !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her nihility with his gormandize manhood.

John watched for a few arcminute but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's boob and saying he loved her he wandered off up to bed. He was almost benumbed when Geoffrey came into his way,"Your bend old chap,"

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

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

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

Her liberal warm muddy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the intimately lazy fucks he ever enjoyed.

"I can't consider why you never tried to make me before,"Miriam announced when he finished.

"Geoffrey likes them young you know."

"tone 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 sounds as Geoffrey fucked Miriam who had been lying beside him.

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

"Bloody inferno,"John replied,"I could give injured myself."

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

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

"Don't be fucking farcical,"John replied as he put several slices of lolly 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 whoremonger's white employment shirts and zip else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should receive repulsed John but something was stirring.

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

John helped Miriam go up up on the worktop."screwing me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's cunt was subdued and warm as Saint John slipped his tool recondite inside her. Her dilate mamilla 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 cleaning lady ?"

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

"Stout corset and a decent bra is all the financial backing 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 manage,"bathroom agreed and his cock twitched and started to shoot pint after pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a representative from nowhere said suddenly. can struggled to establish sensory faculty of it. Miriam disappeared into the ethyl ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early aurora lighter 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 backbite and go to sleep"he explained.

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

"Or what ?"trick replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"hope promises,"he sighed,"Fuck 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 .