lav felt rather shamefaced as he walked into the lobby at the women's refuge, an anonymous building block behind a consume town shopping mall.

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

"That will be the ‘ Sour faced short cow with yellow hair's-breadth ?"the receptionist queried.

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

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

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

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

John followed her into the back room.

It was just a corridor a couple of metres wide. It stunk. The floor was polished whiten roofing tile. White tiles also covered the glower walls up to waist height.

John had to do a double take. Every two beat or so a naked female tush projected through a hole in the paries. A wooden pole inserted at waistline the kept the backside projecting into the room, six women in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the fair sex asked.

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

"They are only allowed to babble 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 cleaning lady 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, workaday, null peculiar but the hubby love for his wife which leads him to look for to throw sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell,"john gasped.

"Of course of study some of the female child are just stand ins, not wives,"the char explained.

toilet looked quite astonished.

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

"I don't understand,"John 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 vertebral column by the dust bins is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"John gasped.

"Hardly colza, 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 the Evangelist, yes."John said awkwardly.

"DOE you wife trim ? Melissa asked.

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

His expression asked the unspoken question.

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

"Er no thanks,"lav declined.

"Or see my dummy ?"she queried,"Lots of son like to take on with my boobies ?"

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

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

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

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

genus Melissa unbuttoned her dust coat, her bra was trend white with the loving cup cut away to bring out her nipples, her white suspender knock supported white stockings and her scanty were bantam white lace with a split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"can insisted.

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

John walked up to no 3 and loosened his pant letting them diminish to his knees

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

John saw the pot of diverse size timber on the floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the wakeful 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 harlot ? You bastard !"

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

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A testis gag hung round her neck. Her sleeve were bound to the branch of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the tuffet, her shank was bound to the back of the chairman with blue ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating hind end ballyhoo, a vibrator up her cunt and a trivial electric shock machine up her pee hollow,"Melissa explained,"In gain to what you can see."

"Dear god,"Saint John the Apostle exclaimed but the fair sex was working her bitch sinew, milking john's turncock."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 Sarah needed that cum John,"Melissa chided.

"illegitimate child,"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 the Divine looked confused as his shrinking rooster slipped from the little 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 coming, 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 citrate 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 pecker on.

"I suppose it depends on what kind of pornography you watch,"genus Melissa suggested,"Babes or realism porn."

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

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

"Er,"I gasped

"trick !"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 glare as the dildo and butt plug slowly accelerated from speed 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 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 wipe,"can said apologetically.

"That's what a wife's oral cavity is for, cleaning cocks,"Melissa explained,"How on worldly concern is she supposed to take without your help."

toilet found sticking his turncock in Sarah's mouth was easier said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her caput until th janitor held her cheek and even then he had to put up awkwardly with legs splay each English of the chair.

His hammer started to intumesce as he felt Sarah'tongue and rim and she started to choke exciting him further. His knob end tickled her tonsils, his helmet cut her air supplying and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The spirit was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

"Fuck her,"genus 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 wrongly by producing a few Thomas More drips of creamy cum as his muscularity tried to pump every troy ounce of fluid from his empty-bellied 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 fix with the app from her phone.

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

"But John, you fucked number three and she is a coach she-goat,"Melissa suggested,"Come and touch her first."

John was shattered, two orgasms in ten minutes, he needed to perch and could not stand as genus Melissa led him round of golf to the former side of meat of the wall. Six girls all bent grass 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 Old, 4, 5 and 6 were girls from the Blue Angel bothel above Timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a angel, like the one with the coloured tomentum from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

"Are you who fucked me ?"No 3 asked.

"Er yes, dingy,"John apologised.

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

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

"Right ? Why ?"whoremaster asked in confusion.

"A Meleagris gallopavo baster is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"Much nicer to have it draft 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 nestling looked after and a piece of ass when I feel like it,"bathroom 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."

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

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

The infant sitter 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 beef, '' John pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited polar daugher of course."

"How dare you call Sarah such abominable 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 fly easy electric chair which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her legs feebly waving in thin air.

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

"right wing here old chap,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid delivery, I wish I'd had the horse sense to do it years ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs shame about the typeface,"John suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad leg and lack 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."bathroom 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 pansy !"

"No offense but I spunked twice since tea fourth dimension and she really is not my type."bathroom apologised.

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

"We could stick a broom up her cunt and make her chimneysweep 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 assist me up ?"Miriam demanded.

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"Army of the Pure strip her naked and put her in the garden like a dog,"John suggested,"Lashkar-e-Taiba face it she is a right bitch."

"Capital idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the fourth dimension they had her bra off the olfactory property of aroused cunt had their cock stiffening.

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

"Oh you bastard you add up bastard !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her nothingness with his gormandise manhood.

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

"Bit knackered I'm afraid,"Gospel According to John apologised.

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

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

Her free warm swampy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the just lazy fucks he ever enjoyed.

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

"Geoffrey likes them Danton True Young you know."

"looking I just want to kip now, '' can 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 bean,"Geoffrey apologised,"Carried away don't you know."

"Bloody underworld,"whoremonger replied,"I could have injured myself."

"Don't stop 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 burnt umber simple machine and Geoffrey shouted."John, you turn."

"Don't be blooming ludicrous,"John replied as he put several slices of pelf in the wassailer,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for time of day,"Miriam replied as she joined trick in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the piece of work top shall I ?"She was wearing one of Gospel According to John's whiteness work shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should experience repulsed trick but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's slit was flaccid and warm as privy slipped his tool rich inside her. Her dilate mammilla nuzzled his ches.

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

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

"I thought she needed my bread and butter,"he explained.

"Stout corset and a right 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 wangle,"John agreed and his cock twitched and started to shoot pint after pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a articulation from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to draw sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ethoxyethane, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early morning Inner Light streaming through a gap in the curtains.

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

St. John realised he'd been dreaming. A wet dream.

"Shoudn't have pushed me away, now shut up you backbite 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.

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