John the Divine felt rather sheepish as he walked into the lobby at the women's refuge, an anonymous unit behind a down townspeople shopping mall.

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

"That will be the ‘ Sour faced slight cow with chicken hair ?"the receptionist queried.

"Er I was joking,"whoremonger admitted,"When I filled the form in."

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

"She asked to see me ?"King John explained.

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

whoremaster followed her into the backward room.

It was just a corridor a yoke of measure wide. It stunk. The floor was polished white tiles. White tiles also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

John had to do a double take. Every two metre or so a naked female butt projected through a kettle of fish in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at waist the kept the backside projecting into the elbow room, six women 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 talk while you are fucking them,"the woman explained,"I suggest you narrow it down to a couple and present each one a try."

"What ?"John exclaimed.

"These woman come in complaining about being raped and abused, we sympathise and seek to rehabilitate the family relationship. We believe that helpingwomen to understand that the sex act is normal, routine, zippo limited but the married man love for his married woman which leads him to seek to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell,"John gasped.

"Of course some of the girls are just fend ins, not married woman,"the char explained.

John looked quite astonished.

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

"I don't understand,"St. John the Apostle 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 ?"King John queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though troll the book binding by the rubble BIN is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"can gasped.

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

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

"Does you wife knock off ? genus Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"John agreed. He caught Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, old than him, her chest swelled quite nicely in the crisp white physician smock.

His face asked the unspoken question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John declined.

"Or see my dope ?"she queried,"Lots of male child like to play with my pinhead ?"

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

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

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

"Oh well I can't help with domesticated 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."

Melissa unbuttoned her smock, her bra was unmixed Elwyn Brooks White with the loving cup cut away to reveal her nipples, her ovalbumin suspender belt ammunition supported ashen stockings and her panty were midget white lace with a rip crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"privy insisted.

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

toilet 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 lilliputian too high to spear easily."Use the wooden blocks to adjust your height,"Melissa suggested.

John saw the heap of various size of it timbers on the storey, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His hammer was exactly in line with her pouting glistening snatch and with the easy 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 bawd ? You bastard !"

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

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A ball gag hung round her neck. Her weapon were bound to the weapon system of the wheelchair, her foot bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the rear of the chair with blue ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating butt chaw, a vibrator up her twat and a little galvanising shock simple machine up her pee hole,"Melissa explained,"In accession to what you can see."

"beloved god,"John exclaimed but the adult female was working her bitch muscles, milking can's cock."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,"genus Melissa chided.

"Bastard,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

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

King John looked confused as his shrinking cock slipped from the young lady's cunt..

"It's all controlled from an app on my headphone,"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 stopcock,"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 suggested as he looked for something to wipe his cock on.

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

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

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

"Er,"I gasped

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

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

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

"She needs a stopcock to suck,"genus Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's incline and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's tooth."So go on lav, put it in her mouth."

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

"That's what a wife's mouth is for, cleaning tool,"genus Melissa explained,"How on worldly concern is she supposed to learn without your help."

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

His cock started to swell as he felt Sarah'spit and brim and she started to strangle 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 belief was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

"nooky 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 Lucille Ball proved him ill-timed by producing a few more than drips of creamy cum as his brawn tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his empty balls.

"Oh fuck she's stopped breathing !"he exclaimed, as he dragged his pecker from her mouth,"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 right darling I'll take you home,"lavatory promised.

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

John was shattered, two orgasms in ten transactions, he needed to catch one's breath and could not resist as Melissa led him round to the other side of the wall. Six girls all bent-grass double with their asses through the paries. Number one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even honest-to-god, 4, 5 and 6 were girls from the Blue Angel bothel above Timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a holy man, like the one with the dark haircloth from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, sorry,"whoremaster apologised.

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

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

"Right ? Why ?"privy asked in confusion.

"A Turkey tacker is so messy,"genus Melissa confirmed,"Much nicer to have it draft so to speak."

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

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

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

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

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

trick needed a drink, he went place via the pub, had a few small beers and ride home.

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

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

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

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

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

She staggered back into the wing easy chair which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her stage feebly waving in thin air.

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

"rightfield here old lad,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid speech, I wish I'd had the common sense to do it years ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

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

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

"Did you ?"John asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you beware 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."John admitted.

"William Tell you what how about a 3 some,"Geoffrey suggested,"You can do the front line to set out with and modify ends half way like the faggot !"

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

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

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

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"Lets strip her naked and put her in the garden like a dog,"John suggested,"Army of the Righteous face it she is a right bitch."

"Capital idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the fourth dimension they had her bra off the scent of elicit slit had their cocks stiffening.

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

"Oh you bastard you total shit !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her void with his engorged manhood.

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

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

"nonsensicality !"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,"sight of liveliness in it."

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

Her loose warm up sloppy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the best lazy screw he ever enjoyed.

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

"Geoffrey likes them youth you know."

"Look I just want to sleep now, '' St. John declared and he added"Goodnight."

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

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

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

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

John looked at the bedside clock, 7:30, metre for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the burnt umber auto and Geoffrey shouted."can, you turn."

"Don't be bloody ridiculous,"John replied as he put several slices 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 study top shall I ?"She was wearing one of St. John the Apostle's white work shirts and cipher else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should cause repulsed John but something was stirring.

"On the worktop, lets do this before the child come down,"Saint John the Apostle advised.

St. John the Apostle helped Miriam rise up on the worktop."ass me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's cunt was indulgent and warm as toilet slipped his dick deep inside her. Her distended pap nuzzled his ches.

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

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

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

"Stout corset and a properly bra is all the documentation she needs you fool,"Geoffrey opined as he too wandered into the kitchen,"How areb you getting on John the Evangelist, shall I see if the Milkman is around to establish you a bit of a break."

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

"Ugggghhh,"a vox from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to ca-ca sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the aether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the too soon sunup 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 kip"he explained.

"Don't you dare talk 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 .