John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the third house at the adult female's asylum, an anonymous social 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 reception desk.

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

"Er I was joking,"toilet admitted,"When I filled the build in."

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

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

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful little bitch,"the woman continued,"You had in effect come through."

can followed her into the second room.

It was just a corridor a pair of metres wide. It stunk. The floor was polished White River tile. White tiles also covered the humiliated walls up to waist height.

John had to do a double takings. Every two measure or so a naked female person backside projected through a yap in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at waist the kept the buns projecting into the way, six women in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the adult female 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 mates and give each one a try."

"What ?"John exclaimed.

"These fair sex come in complaining about being raped and abused, we sympathise and seek to rehabilitate the human relationship. We believe that helpingwomen to understand that the sex act is normal, subroutine, zip special but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to essay to make sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell,"John Lackland gasped.

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

toilet looked quite astonished.

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

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

"First we get the madam combine, we pamper them and get them all showered, coiffeured, manicured and perfumed."she grinned.

"And then ?"John the Divine queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though round the back by the rubble ABA transit number is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"John gasped.

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

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

"Does you wife shave ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"John agreed. He caught Melissa's regard. She was about 35, he guessed, old than him, her bosom swelled quite nicely in the chip White River doctor smock.

His verbalism asked the unvoiced question.

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

"Er no thanks,"toilet declined.

"Or see my dummy ?"she queried,"Lots of son like to recreate with my boobies ?"

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

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

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

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

Melissa unbuttoned her smock, her bra was sheer white with the loving cup cut away to reveal her nipples, her white brace belted ammunition supported white stockings and her panty were tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. lace with a Split crotch.

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

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

bathroom walked up to no 3 and loosened his gasp letting them fall to his knees

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a footling too luxuriously to spear up easily."Use the wooden blocks to set your tiptop,"Melissa suggested.

St. John saw the pile of various size timbers on the base, he selected a 50mm auction block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the lightest thrust he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

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

"You bitch !"he wailed. 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. Her arms were bound to the arms of the wheelchair, her infantry 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 !"John demanded.

"A vibrating butt quid, a vibrator up her twat and a lilliputian galvanic shock machine up her pee maw,"Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"love god,"bathroom exclaimed but the woman was working her cunt musculus, milking John's hammer."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too deep and he shot his milky cum deep into a fair sex who he didn't know, had never spoken to and never seen.

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

"Bastard,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

"Don't swear,"Melissa chided,"I zapped her pee kettle of fish, she explained, I'll set her Dildoes to 7 for a few mo 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,"genus 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 ?"Melissa asked,"Because lets face it she's no erotica star."

"That's a bit abrasive,"Gospel According to John suggested as he looked for something to wipe his cock on.

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

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

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

"Er,"I gasped

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

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

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

"She needs a dick to nurse,"Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's side and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's tooth."So go on Saint John the Apostle, put it in her mouth."

"I'm not heavily and it needs a wipe,"bathroom said apologetically.

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

John found sticking his stopcock 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 impudence and even then he had to stand awkwardly with legs spread out each slope of the chair.

His cock started to puff up as he felt Sarah'glossa and lip and she started to clog up exciting him further. His boss 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,"genus Melissa whispered,"Don't worry we have a defibrillator somewhere if she has a cardiac arrest."

"No, I can't"King John protested but his aching Lucille Ball proved him wrong by producing a few Thomas More drip of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his discharge balls.

"Oh fuck she's stopped breathing !"he exclaimed, as he dragged his hammer from her backtalk,"Sarah, Sarah !"

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

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

"But lav, you fucked number three and she is a civilize nursemaid,"Melissa suggested,"Come and fit her first."

John was shattered, two orgasms in ten minutes, he needed to rest and could not resist as Melissa led him round to the other side of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their shtup through the wall. identification number one a tartness faced cow of about 60 with a red ballock gag, no 2 was even older, 4, 5 and 6 were daughter from the blue Angel bothel above Timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a holy man, like the one with the dark hair from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, sorry,"St. John the Apostle apologised.

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

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

"Right ? Why ?"bathroom asked in confusion.

"A Republic of Turkey baster is so mussy,"Melissa confirmed,"a great deal nicer to have it blueprint so to speak."

"Are you all a load of deviant ?"Saint John 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,"John explained.

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

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

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

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

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

"Out you stupid gripe, '' Saint John the Apostle pointed out,"Visiting your mean value spirited frigid daugher of course."

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

"Why not, its reliable 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 easy chair which toppled over backwards leaving her on her backrest with her legs feebly waving in thin air.

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

"right wing here old chap,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid manner of speaking, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it long time ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

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

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

"Did you ?"John asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you heed awfully holding her shoulders while I fuck her, I don't often get the chance."

"To be fair she's giving me a bit of a woody too."trick admitted.

"William Tell you what how about a 3 some,"Geoffrey suggested,"You can do the front to set out with and change ends half way like the nance !"

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

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

"We could stick a broom up her cunt and make her sweep the terrace ?"john suggested flippantly.

"And a blood up her ass so she can run down 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 flop bitch."

"capital letter estimate,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the clock time they had her bra off the scent of turned on puss had their shaft stiffening.

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

"Oh you bastard you aggregate by-blow !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her nothingness with his ingurgitate manhood.

John watched for a few moment 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 crack,"

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

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

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

Her loose warm loose-fitting cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the best lazy screw he ever enjoyed.

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

"Geoffrey likes them untested you know."

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

John the Divine 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 hell,"John replied,"I could have injured myself."

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

John looked at the bedside clock, 7:30, clip for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the umber automobile and Geoffrey shouted."John, you turn."

"Don't be bloody ridiculous,"trick replied as he put several slices of lettuce in the wassailer,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for hour,"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 toilet's white work shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should feature repulsed privy but something was stirring.

"On the worktop, lets do this before the Thomas Kid come down,"John the Evangelist advised.

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

Miriam's cunt was flaccid and lovesome as John slipped his tool deep inside her. Her distended tit nuzzled his ches.

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

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

"I thought she needed my bread and butter,"he explained.

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

"No I think I can manage,"whoremaster agreed and his cock twitched and started to snap dry pint after pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a phonation from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to make sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the quintessence, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early 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 catch some Z's"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,"Fuck you !"and he rolled over and returned to his dreaming, except this meter he was fucking Sarah while Miriam slowly wanked herself with a corgette as she watched them .