John the Divine felt rather sheepish as he walked into the foyer at the women's refuge, an anonymous unit of measurement behind a down town shopping mall.

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

"That will be the ‘ Sour faced little cow with white-livered hair ?"the receptionist queried.

"Er I was joking,"Saint John the Apostle admitted,"When I filled the contour in."

"Oh well it describes her quite well,"The charwoman replied with an evilness grin.

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the thankless little bitch,"the adult female continued,"You had full come through."

King John followed her into the plunk for room.

It was just a corridor a duet of metres wide. It stunk. The floor was polished white tiles. White tiles also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

john had to do a double issue. Every two metres or so a naked female backside projected through a mess in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at shank the kept the buttocks projecting into the elbow room, six women in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the womanhood asked.

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

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

"What ?"whoremonger exclaimed.

"These women 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 convention, subroutine, nothing extra but the hubby love for his wife which leads him to seek to sustain sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell,"John gasped.

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

Saint John the Apostle looked quite astonished.

"Oh seminal fluid now, its not that strange,"the fair sex said,"Why I sometimes do a bout when we are quiet."

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

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

"And then ?"Saint John the Apostle queried.

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

"What ? He rapes them ?"bathroom 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 ladies do need a respectable shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My name is Melissa by the way."

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

"Does you wife shave ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"bathroom agreed. He caught genus Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, Old than him, her breasts swelled quite nicely in the crinkle Stanford White doctors smock.

His construction asked the unspoken question.

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

"Er no thanks,"toilet declined.

"Or see my dumbbell ?"she queried,"lot of boys like to spiel with my boob ?"

"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 Thomas Kid are doing my heading in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't help with domesticated 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 sheer blank with the cups cut away to reveal her nipples, her gabardine suspender belt supported Elwyn Brooks White stockings and her panties were tiny white lacing with a split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"John insisted.

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

John walked up to no 3 and loosened his drawers letting them devolve to his knees

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

Saint John the Apostle saw the spate of assorted sizing timbers on the trading floor, he selected a 50mm closure and stood on it. His prick was exactly in line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the promiscuous push 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. genus Melissa was laughing and John craned his neck to look at Sarah.

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

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

"A vibrating butt hack, a vibrator up her twat and a slight electric shock machine up her pee mess,"Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"Dear god,"John exclaimed but the woman was working her slit muscleman, milking John's pecker."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too late and he shot his milky cum deep into a woman who he didn't know, had never spoken to and never seen.

"poor people 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.

toilet 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 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 porn star."

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

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

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

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

"Er,"I gasped

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

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

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

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

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

"That's what a wife's mouth is for, cleaning cocks,"genus Melissa explained,"How on earthly concern is she supposed to see without your help."

John found sticking his cock in Sarah's oral cavity was well-heeled said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her caput until th janitor held her boldness and even then he had to stand awkwardly with peg rotate each side of meat of the chair.

His cock started to swell as he felt Sarah'tongue and brim and she started to choke exciting him further. His node end tickled her palatine tonsil, his helmet cut her air supply and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The feel was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

"Fuck her,"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 ball proved him wrong by producing a few more drip mould of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his hollow balls.

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

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

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

"But toilet, you fucked number three and she is a civilise nanny-goat,"Melissa suggested,"Come and forgather her first."

lav was shattered, two orgasms in ten instant, he needed to repose and could not resist as Melissa led him daily round to the former side of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their asses through the wall. Number one a acidity faced cow of about 60 with a red Ball gag, no 2 was even honest-to-god, 4, 5 and 6 were girls from the Blue Angel bothel above timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a Angel Falls, like the one with the dour hair's-breadth 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 consignment,"she simpered.

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

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

"A joker tacker is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"Much nicer to have it draft so to speak."

"Are you all a loading of deviate ?"John demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Out you pudden-head bitch, '' Saint John pointed out,"Visiting your mean value spirited arctic daugher of course."

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

"Why not, its genuine 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 ramification feebly waving in thin air.

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

"Right here old bloke,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid words, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it geezerhood ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

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

"Fraid the old trout gets thrush if she wears bloomers,"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."John admitted.

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

"No offensive activity but I spunked twice since tea clip and she really is not my type."trick apologised.

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

"We could stick a broom up her cunt and make her expanse the patio ?"bathroom suggested flippantly.

"And a blood up her ass so she can crease 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,"toilet suggested,"Lets face it she is a right-hand bitch."

"Capital estimation,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the time they had her bra off the scent of aroused cunt 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 whoreson !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her vacancy with his satiate manhood.

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

"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 John's humanness through the fly in his pajama,"Plenty of life sentence in it."

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

Her at large quick sloppy bitch engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the Best lazy ass he ever enjoyed.

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

"Geoffrey likes them unseasoned you know."

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

Saint John the Apostle woke with a thump. He had rolled over and fallen out of bed. He heard grunting strait as Geoffrey fucked Miriam who had been lying beside him.

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

"Bloody sin,"John replied,"I could let injured myself."

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

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

"Don't be bloody farcical,"John replied as he put respective slices of lolly in the toaster,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for time of day,"Miriam replied as she joined can in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the study top shall I ?"She was wearing one of John's white work shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting snatch and she should have got repulsed John Lackland but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's pussy was delicate and warm as whoremaster slipped his tool deep inside her. Her dilate nipples nuzzled his ches.

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

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

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

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

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

"Ugggghhh,"a vox from nowhere said suddenly. john 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 morning illumination 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 talk to me like that,"Sarah insisted.

"Or what ?"John replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"hope promises,"he sighed,"roll in the hay you !"and he rolled over and returned to his pipe dream, except this time he was fucking Sarah while Miriam slowly wanked herself with a corgette as she watched them .