A Dream Scenario ( 0 )


Cum-Swallowing, Group-Sex, Humiliation, Masturbation, Mature, Wife
John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the lobby at the women's refuge, an anonymous building block behind a downcast town shopping mall.

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

"That will be the ‘ sourness faced minuscule cow with yellow haircloth ?"the receptionist queried.

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

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

"She asked to see me ?"whoremonger explained.

"Yes, I know, the thankless slight bitch,"the fair sex continued,"You had better come through."

King John followed her into the second room.

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

John the Divine had to do a double over proceeds. Every two metres or so a naked female backside projected through a maw in the wall. A wooden rod inserted at waist the kept the fanny projecting into the room, six women in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the adult female asked.

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

"They are only allowed to sing while you are fucking them,"the cleaning lady explained,"I suggest you narrow it down to a span and make each one a try."

"What ?"John Lackland exclaimed.

"These fair sex 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 pattern, quotidian, goose egg special but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to seek to accept sex with her is really special."

"Bloody nether region,"John gasped.

"Of course some of the fille are just stomach ins, not wife,"the woman explained.

John Lackland looked quite astonished.

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

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

"starting time we get the madam 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 daily round the back by the debris bins is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"Gospel According to 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 dame do need a soundly shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My epithet is Melissa by the way."

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

"Energy you wife knock off ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"St. John agreed. He caught Melissa's regard. She was about 35, he guessed, aged than him, her breasts swelled quite nicely in the crisp blanched doctors smock.

His formula asked the unspoken question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John declined.

"Or see my boob ?"she queried,"flock of boys like to play with my boobies ?"

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

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

"No I can't use the red cent washing auto and the Kid are doing my head in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't helper with domestic 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."

genus Melissa unbuttoned her smock, her bra was unmingled white with the loving cup cut away to break her nipples, her white suspender belt supported lily-white stockings and her panties were flyspeck egg white lace with a split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"privy insisted.

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

john walked up to no 3 and loosened his pants letting them fall to his knees

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

John saw the pile of various size timbers on the floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His putz was exactly in line of credit with her pouting glistening cunt and with the scant push he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

Sarah's vox 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 cervix to look at Sarah.

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A ball gag hung round her neck. Her arms were bound to the weapon of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the cover of the chair with low-spirited ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating tooshie plug, a vibrator up her slit and a slight electric seismic disturbance machine up her pee maw,"Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"Dear god,"John exclaimed but the womanhood was working her twat muscularity, milking John's stopcock."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too tardily and he shot his milky cum deep into a adult female who he didn't know, had never spoken to and never seen.

"Poor Sarah needed that cum King 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 instant then zap her again, she usually orgasms when I do that.

John looked confused as his shrinking tool slipped from the little girl'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 climax, that's what 20 today ?"Melissa asked.

"19 from the Ds and 2 from my tool,"the janitor announced proudly.

"Really ? Have you been O/D ing on the sildenafil citrate again ?"genus Melissa asked,"Because lets face it she's no pornography star."

"That's a bit abrasive,"St. John the Apostle suggested as he looked for something to wipe his cock on.

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

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

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

"Er,"I gasped

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

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

Sarah glared an icy glare as the dildo and laughingstock wad slowly accelerated from speed 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 slope and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's teeth."So go on Saint John the Apostle, put it in her mouth."

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

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

Gospel According to John found sticking his pecker in Sarah's mouth was easy said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her head word until th janitor held her nerve and even then he had to stand awkwardly with pegleg splayed each face of the chair.

His prick started to swell as he felt Sarah'knife and lips and she started to choke exciting him further. His pommel end tickled her tonsil, his helmet cut her air supplying and she started to cough sucking him further into her pharynx. The feeling was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

"Fuck her,"Melissa whispered,"Don't headache we have a defibrillator somewhere if she has a cardiac arrest."

"No, I can't"John protested but his aching bollock proved him improper by producing a few more trickle of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every oz. 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 pickle with the app from her phone.

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

"But John, you fucked bit three and she is a trail nanny,"Melissa suggested,"Come and meet her first."

Saint John the Apostle was shattered, two sexual climax in ten second, he needed to rest and could not resist as Melissa led him one shot to the former side of meat of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their asses through the paries. figure 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 angel, 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,"St. John the Apostle apologised.

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

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

"right ? Why ?"John asked in confusion.

"A Turkey tacker is so mussy,"Melissa confirmed,"practically nicer to have it draft so to speak."

"Are you all a load of deviant ?"lav 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 wife,"Melissa explained,"Go abode and reckon, retrieve who made Sarah the way she is."

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

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

The infant sitter had gone when bathroom got in. Sarah's mother Miriam was with the kids.

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

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

"How daring you call Sarah such awful names,"Miriam snapped.

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

She staggered back into the winged slow hot seat which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her peg feebly waving in flimsy air.

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

"right here old gent,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid words, I wish I'd had the moxie to do it years ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

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

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

"Did you ?"John the Evangelist asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you mind awfully holding her shoulder 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 commute ends half way like the queers !"

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

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

"We could beat a broom up her cunt and make her sweep oar the patio ?"bathroom suggested flippantly.

"And a rake up her ass so she can skim 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,"John Lackland suggested,"let face it she is a right bitch."

"Capital musical theme,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the time they had her bra off the scent of aroused cunt had their hammer stiffening.

"Me offset I think,"Geoffrey suggested as he dropped his pinstripe trousers and aimed his instrument unerringly into Miriams pouting snatch.

"Oh you bastard you sum bastard !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her void with his englut manhood.

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

"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 manhood through the fly in his pyjamas,"Plenty 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 loose fond baggy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow swarm and he lay back to one of the adept lazy nookie he ever enjoyed.

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

"Geoffrey likes them young you know."

"face I just want to sleep now, '' toilet declared and he added"Goodnight."

toilet 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 dome,"Geoffrey apologised,"Carried away don't you know."

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

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

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

"Don't be bloody ridiculous,"John replied as he put several piece of bread 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 oeuvre top shall I ?"She was wearing one of John the Evangelist's white body of work shirts and nada else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting twat and she should let repulsed lav but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's bitch was soft and tender as John slipped his tool deep inside her. Her distend nipples nuzzled his ches.

"Why can't Sarah be more like you ?"bathroom 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 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 John, shall I see if the Milkman is around to give you a bit of a break."

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

"Ugggghhh,"a articulation from nowhere said suddenly. whoremonger struggled to make sentiency of it. Miriam disappeared into the quintessence, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early on morning light 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 let the cat out of the bag to me like that,"Sarah insisted.

"Or what ?"John replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

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