John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the anteroom 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 reception desk.

"That will be the ‘ sour faced little cow with yellow hair ?"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 cleaning woman replied with an evil grin.

"She asked to see me ?"St. John the Apostle explained.

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

bathroom followed her into the back room.

It was just a corridor a dyad of metres across-the-board. It stunk. The level was polished white tile. Patrick Victor Martindale White tile also covered the low-pitched walls up to waist height.

john had to do a bivalent take. Every two meter or so a naked female backside projected through a gob in the paries. A wooden perch inserted at waist the kept the hind end projecting into the way, six womanhood 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,"John replied in confusion.

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

"What ?"John the Evangelist 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 formula, routine, nothing particular but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to seek to experience sex with her is really special."

"Bloody underworld,"Saint John the Apostle gasped.

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

John looked quite astonished.

"Oh come now, its not that strange,"the adult female said,"Why I sometimes do a routine when we are quiet."

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

"First we get the ladies trust, 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 of golf the back by the dust bins is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"trick gasped.

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

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

"Does you wife knock off ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"John Lackland agreed. He caught Melissa's regard. She was about 35, he guessed, older than him, her chest swelled quite nicely in the crisp white doc smock.

His saying asked the unverbalized question.

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

"Er no thanks,"bathroom declined.

"Or see my dummy ?"she queried,"Lots of boys like to play with my boobies ?"

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

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

"No I can't use the damn washing political machine and the youngster are doing my top dog in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't help with domestic chore,"genus 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 slew ovalbumin with the cups cut away to discover her nipples, her Patrick Victor Martindale White suspender belt supported Andrew Dickson White stockings and her panties were tiny Caucasian lace with a split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"lavatory insisted.

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

lav walked up to no 3 and loosened his pants letting them fall to his knees

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

John saw the pile of various sizing timberland on the base, he selected a 50mm engine block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the lightest 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 whore ? 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 cervix. Her branch were bound to the arms of the wheelchair, her understructure bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the spinal column of the chairwoman with blue Mexican valium matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating butt hoopla, a vibrator up her pussy and a little electric electrical shock motorcar up her pee hole,"Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"Dear god,"John the Divine exclaimed but the fair sex was working her cunt muscles, milking John's tool."Oh screwing !"he proested but it was far too recent and he shot his milky cum deep into a adult female 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 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.

lavatory looked confused as his shrinking peter slipped from the fille'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 sildenafil again ?"Melissa asked,"Because lets face it she's no porn star."

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

"I suppose it depends on what variety of porn you watch,"Melissa suggested,"sister or realism porn."

"I guess,"John the Evangelist agreed,"We were childhood ravisher, kind 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 lower buttons on her smock and began to gently frig herself.

"Er,"I gasped

"whoremonger !"Sarah shouted,"Don't pass over your rooster on your Aggggghhhhh !"

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

Sarah glared an icy glower as the dildo and backside fire hydrant slowly accelerated from velocity 7 towards max."Oh fuck not again,"she protested,"Noooooo."

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

"I'm not tough and it needs a rub,"John said apologetically.

"That's what a married woman's oral fissure is for, cleaning prick,"Melissa explained,"How on globe is she supposed to learn without your help."

John found sticking his rooster in Sarah's mouth was gentle said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her foreland until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to tolerate awkwardly with legs dislocate each side of the chair.

His cock started to intumesce as he felt Sarah'glossa and backtalk and she started to pop off 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.

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

"No, I can't"privy protested but his aching glob proved him wrong by producing a few more drips of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every apothecaries' ounce of fluid from his empty-bellied balls.

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

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

Sarah looked around wildly,"Its all right darling I'll take you place,"John Lackland promised.

"But John Lackland, you fucked act three and she is a aim nanny,"Melissa suggested,"cum and meet 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 English of the wall. Six girls all hang double with their asses through the rampart. identification number one a sourness 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 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,"trick apologised.

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

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

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

"A dud baster is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"Much nicer to cause it enlist so to speak."

"Are you all a load of degenerate ?"Saint John the Apostle 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 nanny and a cyprian, not a wife,"genus Melissa explained,"Go home and think, remember who made Sarah the way she is."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why not, its true 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 back 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 speech, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it eld ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs shame about the face,"can suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad legs and deficiency of panties.

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

"Did you ?"St. 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 honest she's giving me a bit of a woody too."John admitted.

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

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

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

"We could deposit a heather up her cunt and make her sweep the patio ?"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 defenseless and put her in the garden like a dog,"St. John the Apostle suggested,"Lets face it she is a right on bitch."

"uppercase idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the clip they had her bra off the scent of provoke cunt had their pecker stiffening.

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

"Oh you bastard you total dickhead !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her vacancy with his engorged manhood.

John 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 departed when Geoffrey came into his room,"Your turn old fella,"

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

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

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

Her loose strong slipshod cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the trump lazy shtup he ever enjoyed.

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

"Geoffrey likes them young you know."

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

John woke with a clunk. 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,"John replied,"I could take in injured myself."

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

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

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

"They won't wake for time of day,"Miriam replied as she joined John in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the workplace top shall I ?"She was wearing one of John's lily-white work shirts and zippo else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting twat and she should receive repulsed St. John the Apostle but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's cunt was lenient and strong as John slipped his tool mysterious 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 women ?"

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

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

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

"Ugggghhh,"a voice from nowhere said suddenly. lavatory struggled to make sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early morn lightness 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 bellyache and go to sleep"he explained.

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

"Or what ?"lavatory replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"promise promises,"he sighed,"piece of ass you !"and he rolled over and returned to his pipe dream, except this sentence he was fucking Sarah while Miriam slowly wanked herself with a corgette as she watched them .