John felt rather shamefaced as he walked into the anteroom at the women's sanctuary, an anonymous social unit behind a down townspeople shopping mall.

"Hi, I ‘ m john Barnes, I think Sarah, my married woman, is here ?"he said awkwardly as he approached the receipt desk.

"That will be the ‘ Sour faced lilliputian cow with icteric hair ?"the receptionist queried.

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

"Oh well it describes her quite well,"The char replied with an immorality grin.

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful little squawk,"the woman continued,"You had improve come through."

John followed her into the rearwards room.

It was just a corridor a couple of m widely. It stunk. The base was polished white tiles. Theodore Harold White tiles also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

whoremonger had to do a duple take. Every two metre or so a naked female backside projected through a maw in the rampart. A wooden pole inserted at waistline the kept the tail end projecting into the room, six char in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the woman asked.

"I don't honestly know,"John Lackland 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 pair and give each one a try."

"What ?"King 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 empathize that the sex act is convention, turn, nothing special but the husband love for his married woman which leads him to attempt to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell,"John gasped.

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

can looked quite astonished.

"Oh come now, its not that strange,"the char said,"Why I sometimes do a good turn 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 queried.

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

"What ? He rapes them ?"John the Divine 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 Lady do need a good shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My name is Melissa by the way."

"Uh, John Lackland, yes."lavatory said awkwardly.

"Does you married woman shave ? Melissa asked.

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

His expression asked the unexpressed question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John declined.

"Or see my boobies ?"she queried,"sight of boys like to dally with my boobies ?"

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

"You need a piece of tail ?"Melissa enquired,"Are you missing her ?"

"No I can't use the shucks washing machine and the kids are doing my headway in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't avail with domesticated chores,"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."

genus Melissa unbuttoned her gabardine, her bra was sheer lily-white with the cups cut away to expose her tit, her white brace belt supported lily-white stockings and her pantie were diminutive white lace with a snag crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"John insisted.

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

toilet walked up to no 3 and loosened his pant letting them precipitate to his knee joint

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a little too high-pitched to spear easily."Use the wooden blocking to adjust your tallness,"Melissa suggested.

John saw the pile of assorted size forest on the floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in line with her pouting glistening bitch and with the lightest push he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

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

"You bitch !"he wailed. Melissa was laughing and can 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 opening. Her arm were bound to the arms of the wheelchair, her metrical foot bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the back of the professorship with downcast rophy matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating arse nag, a vibrator up her cunt and a little electric shock machine up her pee hole,"Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"honey god,"John exclaimed but the woman was working her bitch brawn, milking John's cock."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too recent 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 lavatory,"Melissa chided.

"motherfucker,"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 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,"Melissa explained.

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

"See she's having another climax, that's what 20 today ?"genus 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 harsh,"John suggested as he looked for something to wipe his putz on.

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

"I guess,"John agreed,"We were childhood sweethearts, sort 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 push on her smock and began to gently frig herself.

"Er,"I gasped

"King John !"Sarah shouted,"Don't pass over your cock on your Aggggghhhhh !"

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

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

"She needs a hammer to suck,"genus Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's incline 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 rub,"John said apologetically.

"That's what a wife's oral cavity is for, cleaning pecker,"Melissa explained,"How on earth is she supposed to acquire without your help."

John found sticking his tool in Sarah's sass was easier said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her head until th janitor held her face and even then he had to stand awkwardly with legs splay each side of the chair.

His turncock started to swell as he felt Sarah'knife and brim and she started to asphyxiate exciting him further. His knob end tickled her tonsilla, his helmet cut her air supplying and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The feeling was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

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

"No, I can't"bathroom 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 mouth,"Sarah, Sarah !"

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

Sarah looked around wildly,"Its all redress favorite I'll take you home,"lavatory promised.

"But whoremonger, you fucked number three and she is a trained nanny,"Melissa suggested,"cum and foregather her first."

John was shattered, two orgasm in ten arcminute, he needed to take a breather and could not withstand as Melissa led him round of drinks to the other side of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their asses through the bulwark. Number one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even older, 4, 5 and 6 were girls from the Blue Angel bothel above Timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a holy person, like the one with the moody hairsbreadth 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 prissy, especially when you shoot your load,"she simpered.

"Annalise, figure 3, is a lesbian and trying to get significant,"Melissa explained.

"Right ? Why ?"St. John the Apostle asked in confusion.

"A turkey baster is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"much nicer to have it draft so to speak."

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

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

"All I want is my shirts ironed, the kids looked after and a roll in the hay when I feel like it,"John explained.

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

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

bathroom needed a drink, he went home via the pub, had a few minuscule beers and force back home.

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

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

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

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

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

She staggered back into the fly easy chairman which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her ramification feebly waving in thin air.

"Where's that henpecked hubby of yours ?"bathroom demanded.

"right wing here old lad,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid address, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it years ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs ignominy about the aspect,"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 ?"St. John asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you bear in 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."Saint John admitted.

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

"No law-breaking but I spunked twice since tea time and she really is not my type."John 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 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.

"LET strip her bare and put her in the garden like a dog,"St. John the Apostle suggested,"Lets face it she is a flop bitch."

"Capital estimation,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the clip they had her bra off the scent of aroused cunt had their cocks stiffening.

"Me number 1 I think,"Geoffrey suggested as he dropped his pinstripe pant and aimed his tool unerringly into Miriams pouting snatch.

"Oh you bastard you tally son of a bitch !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her vacancy with his engorged manhood.

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

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

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

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

Her unloosen warmly squashy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow swarm and he lay back to one of the serious lazy screwing he ever enjoyed.

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

"Geoffrey likes them Edward Young you know."

"Look I just want to kip now, '' lavatory declared and he added"Goodnight."

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

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

"Bloody hell,"John replied,"I could deliver injured myself."

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

John looked at the bedside clock, 7:30, prison term for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the deep brown machine and Geoffrey shouted."St. John, you turn."

"Don't be flaming ridiculous,"john replied as he put several slices of sugar in the toaster,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for 60 minutes,"Miriam replied as she joined whoremaster in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the work top shall I ?"She was wearing one of Saint John's Stanford White work shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should make repulsed John but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's cunt was indulgent and quick as lavatory slipped his tool deep inside her. Her distended mammilla nuzzled his ches.

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

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

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

"Stout stays 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 give way you a bit of a break."

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

"Ugggghhh,"a part from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to pee signified of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early break of the day twinkle streaming through a gap in the curtains.

"You filthy bastard you've cum in the bed again."

St. John the Apostle 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 babble out 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 fourth dimension he was fucking Sarah while Miriam slowly wanked herself with a corgette as she watched them .