John felt rather shamefaced as he walked into the entrance hall at the women's recourse, an anon. unit behind a downward town shopping mall.

"Hi, I ‘ m Saint 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 chicken fuzz ?"the receptionist queried.

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

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

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

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful minuscule bitch,"the woman continued,"You had safe come through."

John followed her into the back room.

It was just a corridor a span of metres broad. It stunk. The floor was polished white tile. White roofing tile also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

John had to do a double take. Every two meter or so a naked female person rear projected through a golf hole in the paries. A wooden pole inserted at waistline the kept the backside projecting into the way, six cleaning woman in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the char 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 couple and give 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, unremarkable, nada special but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to seek to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell on earth,"John gasped.

"Of line some of the little girl are just stomach ins, not wife,"the adult female explained.

John looked quite astonished.

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

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

"First we get the madam 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 round the spine by the dust 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 rubber,"she replied,"You see we peeress do need a unspoiled shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My figure is Melissa by the way."

"Uh, King John, yes."trick 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, older than him, her titty swelled quite nicely in the crisp white 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 boob ?"she queried,"bunch of boy like to play with my boobies ?"

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

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

"No I can't use the damn washing machine and the nestling are doing my drumhead in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't help with house servant chore,"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 duster, her bra was sheer albumen with the cupful cut away to reveal her pap, her white brace belt supported white stockings and her pantie were diminutive white lace with a split 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 remove her gag."Melissa sighed.

can walked up to no 3 and loosened his pants letting them light to his knees

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a piffling too high to spear easily."Use the wooden stop to adjust your elevation,"genus Melissa suggested.

John saw the pile of several sizing timbers on the trading floor, he selected a 50mm cube and stood on it. His cock was exactly in line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the calorie-free energy he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

Sarah's vox came from behind him,"Then why are you fucking that working girl ? You bastard !"

"You bitch !"he wailed. Melissa was laughing and John craned his neck opening to look at Sarah.

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A globe gag hung round her neck. Her arms were bound to the weaponry of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the footrest, her shank was bound to the cover of the chair with risque Mexican valium matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating butt jade, a vibrator up her cunt and a little electric car shock automobile up her pee hole,"genus Melissa explained,"In add-on to what you can see."

"beloved god,"privy exclaimed but the woman was working her pussy muscles, milking John's cock."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too tardily 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 Lackland,"Melissa chided.

"Bastard,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

"Don't swear,"genus Melissa chided,"I zapped her pee gob, she explained, I'll set her Dildoes to 7 for a few moments then zap her again, she usually orgasms when I do that.

Gospel According to John looked confused as his shrinking cock slipped from the lady friend's cunt..

"It's all controlled from an app on my earpiece,"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 rooster,"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,"bathroom suggested as he looked for something to pass over his tool on.

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

"I guess,"lavatory agreed,"We were childhood sweethearts, variety of grew up together."

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

"Er,"I gasped

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

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

Sarah glared an icy blaze as the dildo and butt stopper slowly accelerated from f number 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 side and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's tooth."So go on John, put it in her mouth."

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

"That's what a married woman's back talk is for, cleaning cocks,"Melissa explained,"How on earth is she supposed to learn without your help."

lav found sticking his cock in Sarah's rima oris was easier 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 stomach awkwardly with legs splayed each incline of the chair.

His cock started to well up as he felt Sarah'knife and lips and she started to clog exciting him further. His thickening end tickled her tonsils, his helmet cut her air supplying and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The intuitive feeling 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"John protested but his aching balls proved him ill-timed by producing a few Thomas More trickle 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 genus Melissa zapped Sarah's pee maw with the app from her phone.

Sarah looked around wildly,"Its all right favorite I'll take you dwelling house,"toilet promised.

"But bathroom, you fucked number three and she is a take nursemaid,"Melissa suggested,"come and meet her first."

Gospel According to John was shattered, two orgasms in ten minutes, he needed to rest and could not refuse as Melissa led him round to the other position of the paries. Six girls all knack double with their seat through the wall. bit one a sourness faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even older, 4, 5 and 6 were girls from the Blue saint bothel above Timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a backer, like the one with the dark tomentum 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 lesbian and trying to get pregnant,"Melissa explained.

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

"A Republic of Turkey tacker is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"Much nicer to have it draught so to speak."

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

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

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

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

whoremonger 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 dwelling house via the pub, had a few diminished beers and repel home.

The babe artist's model 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 bitch, '' whoremaster pointed out,"Visiting your mean value spirited frigid daugher of course."

"How dare you call Sarah such painful gens,"Miriam snapped.

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

She staggered back into the winged easy professorship which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her legs feebly waving in thinly air.

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

"Right here old chap,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid language, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it years ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

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

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

"Did you ?"John asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you mind awfully holding her articulatio humeri 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 end to begin with and change ends half way like the queers !"

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

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

"We could stay put a ling up her cunt and make her chimneysweeper the patio ?"John suggested flippantly.

"And a slant 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 bare and put her in the garden like a dog,"John suggested,"let face it she is a right bitch."

"Capital musical theme,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the metre they had her bra off the scent of excite cunt had their cocks 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 come by-blow !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her void with his engorged manhood.

John watched for a few proceedings but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's teat and saying he loved her he wandered off up to bed. He was almost benumbed 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 elbow room. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped bathroom's manhood through the fly in his pyjama,"sight of life in it."

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

Her loose affectionate sloppy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the C. H. Best lazy fucks he ever enjoyed.

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

"Geoffrey likes them Danton True Young you know."

"facial expression I just want to kip now, '' John declared and he added"Goodnight."

John 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 noodle,"Geoffrey apologised,"Carried away don't you know."

"Bloody hell,"St. John the Apostle replied,"I could have injured myself."

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

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

"Don't be blinking silly,"lav replied as he put respective piece of dinero in the wassailer,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for hours,"Miriam replied as she joined trick in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the oeuvre top shall I ?"She was wearing one of John's tweed oeuvre shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should have repulsed King John but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's bitch was soft and warm as John slipped his tool rich inside her. Her distended nipples nuzzled his ches.

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

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

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

"Stout stays and a comely bra is all the backup 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 pay you a bit of a break."

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

"Ugggghhh,"a vocalisation 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 betimes break of day light streaming through a gap in the curtains.

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

Saint John the Apostle realised he'd been dreaming. A wet dream.

"Shoudn't have pushed me away, now shut up you crab and go to sleep"he explained.

"Don't you dare speak 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 dream, except this clock time he was fucking Sarah while Miriam slowly wanked herself with a corgette as she watched them .