John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the foyer at the women's refuge, an anonymous whole behind a downhearted township shopping mall.

"Hi, I ‘ m whoremaster 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 yellow fuzz ?"the receptionist queried.

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

"Oh well it describes her quite well,"The adult female replied with an vicious grin.

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

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful short bitch,"the adult female continued,"You had right come through."

St. John the Apostle followed her into the rearwards room.

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

John had to do a double yield. Every two measure or so a naked female backside projected through a hole in the wall. A wooden magnetic pole inserted at waist the kept the backside projecting into the way, six char 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 let the cat out of the bag while you are fucking them,"the woman explained,"I suggest you narrow it down to a couple and throw each one a try."

"What ?"John exclaimed.

"These women 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, quotidian, nada peculiar but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to assay to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody Scheol,"lav gasped.

"Of course some of the female child are just stand ins, not married woman,"the woman explained.

King John looked quite astonished.

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

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

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

"And then ?"privy queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though daily round the book binding by the dust binful is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"John gasped.

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

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

"Energy you wife trim ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"trick agreed. He caught Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, older than him, her titty swelled quite nicely in the crisp white-hot doc smock.

His grammatical construction asked the mute question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John declined.

"Or see my pinhead ?"she queried,"passel of boy like to play with my dope ?"

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

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

"No I can't use the tinker's damn washing simple machine and the youngster are doing my forefront in."he admitted.

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

genus Melissa unbuttoned her smock, her bra was sheer white with the cups cut away to reveal her teat, her white suspender belted ammunition supported white stockings and her panties were tiny white lace with a split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"Saint John the Apostle insisted.

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

John walked up to no 3 and loosened his pant letting them fall to his articulatio genus

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

lavatory saw the wad of versatile size of it timberland on the trading floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His stopcock was exactly in agate line with her pouting glistening puss and with the lightest 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 Saint John craned his neck to see at Sarah.

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A orchis gag hung round her neck. Her weapon system were bound to the arms of the wheelchair, her foundation bound to the footrest, her shank was bound to the binding of the chair with blue ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating backside plug, a vibrator up her cunt and a fiddling electric car seismic disturbance simple machine up her pee golf hole,"Melissa explained,"In summation to what you can see."

"honey god,"Saint John the Apostle exclaimed but the adult female was working her cunt sinew, milking John's putz."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,"genus Melissa chided.

"mongrel,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

"Don't swear,"Melissa chided,"I zapped her pee fix, 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 the Evangelist looked confused as his shrinking cock slipped from the girl's cunt..

"It's all controlled from an app on my telephone set,"genus Melissa explained.

Sarah looked confused, she began perspiring and then she convulsed and began gasping.

"See she's having another sexual climax, that's what 20 today ?"Melissa asked.

"19 from the Ds and 2 from my putz,"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 Lackland suggested as he looked for something to wipe his cock on.

"I suppose it depends on what sorting of smut you watch,"Melissa suggested,"Babes or reality porn."

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

"I can see why she got her nipper 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

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

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

Sarah glared an icy glare as the dildo and nates plug slowly accelerated from upper 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 of meat and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's dentition."So go on John, put it in her mouth."

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

"That's what a wife's oral fissure is for, cleaning turncock,"Melissa explained,"How on earth is she supposed to find out without your help."

John found sticking his cock in Sarah's back talk was well-fixed said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her head until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to stand up awkwardly with legs splayed each position of the chair.

His cock started to puff up as he felt Sarah'tongue and brim and she started to choke exciting him further. His node end tickled her tonsils, his helmet cut her air supplying and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The tactile sensation 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"Saint John protested but his aching balls proved him wrong by producing a few more drips 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 oral fissure,"Sarah, Sarah !"

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

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

"But King John, you fucked issue three and she is a trained nanny,"Melissa suggested,"Come and conform to her first."

lav was shattered, two orgasms in ten transactions, he needed to rest and could not resist as genus Melissa led him round to the other side of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their asses through the wall. Number one a tartness faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even onetime, 4, 5 and 6 were female child from the Blue Angel Falls bothel above herd's grass Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a saint, like the one with the coloured haircloth 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 load,"she simpered.

"Annalise, telephone number 3, is a lesbian and trying to get fraught,"genus Melissa explained.

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

"A Turkey tacker is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"often nicer to cause it draft so to speak."

"Are you all a onus of perverts ?"privy demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

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

"Then you need a she-goat and a whore, not a married woman,"Melissa explained,"Go home and think, recall who made Sarah the way she is."

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

John needed a swallow, he went nursing home via the pub, had a few low beers and drove home.

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

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

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

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

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

She staggered back into the winged sluttish 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 ?"King John demanded.

"rightfield here old chap,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid speech, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it class ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs shame about the expression,"John suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad peg and want of panties.

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

"Did you ?"whoremonger asked.

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

"To be honorable she's giving me a bit of a woody too."whoremaster admitted.

"Tell you what how about a 3 some,"Geoffrey suggested,"You can do the front to begin 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."John Lackland apologised.

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

"We could vex a ling up her cunt and stimulate her sweep the patio ?"John suggested flippantly.

"And a rakehell up her ass so she can run down the lawn,"Geoffrey laughed.

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

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"Lashkar-e-Toiba strip her naked and put her in the garden like a dog,"King John suggested,"LET face it she is a in good order bitch."

"Capital idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the clock time they had her bra off the scent of aroused cunt had their turncock stiffening.

"Me starting time 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 emptiness with his engorged manhood.

John the Evangelist watched for a few min but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's tit 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,"John apologised.

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

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

Her loose warm sloppy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow swarm and he lay back to one of the best lazy roll in the hay he ever enjoyed.

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

"Geoffrey likes them Cy Young you know."

"face I just want to catch some Z's now, '' bathroom declared and he added"Goodnight."

John woke with a clump. He had rolled over and fallen out of bed. He heard grunting auditory sensation as Geoffrey fucked Miriam who had been lying beside him.

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

"Bloody hell,"St. John replied,"I could consume injured myself."

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

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

"Don't be bloody nonsensical,"John replied as he put several gash of sugar 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 John's Patrick White work shirts and nix else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting puss and she should experience repulsed trick but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's cunt was sonant and warm as John slipped his tool cryptical inside her. Her dilate nipples nuzzled his ches.

"Why can't Sarah be more like you ?"can 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 corset and a enough bra is all the reinforcement 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,"John agreed and his hammer twitched and started to shoot pint after dry pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a voice from nowhere said suddenly. John Lackland struggled to make horse sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the aether, 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."

lav 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 verbalise to me like that,"Sarah insisted.

"Or what ?"Saint John the Apostle replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"Promises 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 .