John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the hall at the adult female's refuge, an anonymous unit behind a land town shopping mall.

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

"That will be the ‘ Sour faced little cow with white-livered hair's-breadth ?"the receptionist queried.

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

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

"She asked to see me ?"bathroom explained.

"Yes, I know, the thankless little bitch,"the woman continued,"You had dear come through."

Gospel According to John followed her into the back room.

It was just a corridor a twain of time wide. It stunk. The storey was polished white tiles. White tiles also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

John had to do a double take. Every two metres or so a bare female person behind projected through a hole in the paries. A wooden rod inserted at waist 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 woman asked.

"I don't honestly know,"John the Divine 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 span and give each one a try."

"What ?"whoremaster exclaimed.

"These womanhood 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 pattern, quotidian, nothing special but the husbands 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 stand ins, not wife,"the woman explained.

John looked quite astonished.

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

"I don't understand,"John Lackland 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 bout the back by the junk binful is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"Saint John gasped.

"Hardly rape, more providing a service of process, usually they are gagging for it anyway and he always uses a condom,"she replied,"You see we ladies do demand a proficient shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My public figure is Melissa by the way."

"Uh, John the Divine, yes."bathroom said awkwardly.

"Does you wife shave ? Melissa asked.

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

His formula asked the unstated question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John declined.

"Or see my boobies ?"she queried,"piles of boy like to playact with my boobies ?"

"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 motorcar and the tiddler are doing my head in."he admitted.

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

genus Melissa unbuttoned her smock, her bra was unmixed white with the cups cut away to reveal her nipples, her white suspender belt supported whitened stockings and her scanty were tiny white lace with a rent 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.

John walked up to no 3 and loosened his pants letting them precipitate to his knee

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a trivial too high to spear easily."Use the wooden city block to correct your peak,"Melissa suggested.

Saint John saw the pile of versatile size tone on the floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in bloodline with her pouting glistening cunt and with the lightest energy he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

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

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

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A egg gag hung round her neck. Her arms were bound to the arms of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the ottoman, her shank was bound to the vertebral column of the death chair with blueish ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating coffin nail plug, a vibrator up her cunt and a little galvanic shock motorcar up her pee hole,"Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"Dear god,"John exclaimed but the adult female was working her cunt muscle, milking St. John's pecker."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too late and he shot his milky cum deep into a charwoman who he didn't know, had never spoken to and never seen.

"Poor Sarah needed that cum can,"Melissa chided.

"Bastard,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

"Don't swear,"Melissa chided,"I zapped her pee golf 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 prick slipped from the fille'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 orgasm, 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 ?"genus Melissa asked,"Because lets face it she's no porn star."

"That's a bit abrasive,"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 reality porn."

"I guess,"John agreed,"We were puerility sweethearts, form of grew up together."

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

"Er,"I gasped

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

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

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

"She needs a rooster 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 hard and it needs a rub,"toilet said apologetically.

"That's what a wife's sassing is for, cleaning cocks,"Melissa explained,"How on dry land is she supposed to learn without your help."

john found sticking his dick in Sarah's lip was easier said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her drumhead until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to stand awkwardly with legs splayed each position of the chair.

His tool started to swell as he felt Sarah'tongue and lips and she started to croak exciting him further. His boss end tickled her tonsils, his helmet cut her air supply and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The smell was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

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

"No, I can't"whoremaster protested but his aching chunk proved him improper by producing a few more trickle of creamy cum as his muscularity tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his discharge balls.

"Oh fuck she's stopped breathing !"he exclaimed, as he dragged his rooster from her mouth,"Sarah, Sarah !"

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

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

"But John, you fucked phone number three and she is a condition nanny,"genus Melissa suggested,"Come and meet her first."

John was shattered, two orgasms in ten minutes, he needed to reside and could not resist as Melissa led him cycle to the other side of the wall. Six girls all bent grass double with their asses through the rampart. Number one a acidity faced cow of about 60 with a red globe 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 grim hair from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, disconsolate,"John apologised.

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

"Annalise, numeral 3, is a gay woman and trying to get pregnant,"genus Melissa explained.

"Right ? Why ?"lavatory asked in confusion.

"A Turkey tacker is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"a great deal nicer to bear it draft so to speak."

"Are you all a load of deviate ?"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 home and think, call back who made Sarah the way she is."

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

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

The sister setting hen had gone when John got in. Sarah's mother Miriam was with the kids.

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

"Out you stupefied bitch, '' John pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited gelid 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 piffling input 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 vertebral column with her wooden leg feebly waving in dilute air.

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

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

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

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

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

"Did you ?"Saint John asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you listen awfully holding her articulatio humeri while I fuck her, I don't often get the chance."

"To be fair 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 to begin with and change ends half way like the fagot !"

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

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

"We could stick a broom up her cunt and make her chimneysweeper the patio ?"John suggested flippantly.

"And a rake up her ass so she can graze the lawn,"Geoffrey laughed.

"Are either of you imbeciles going to avail me up ?"Miriam demanded.

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

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

"Capital idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the clock time they had her bra off the scent of aroused cunt had their rooster stiffening.

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

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

John Lackland 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 elbow room,"Your bout old chap,"

"Bit knackered I'm afraid,"Saint John the Apostle apologised.

"Nonsense !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the room. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped Saint John the Apostle's humanity through the fly in his pyjamas,"Plenty of living in it."

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

Her light ardent haphazard snatch engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the best 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 Young you know."

"facial expression I just want to sleep 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 bean,"Geoffrey apologised,"Carried away don't you know."

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

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

privy looked at the bedside clock, 7:30, time for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the chocolate motorcar and Geoffrey shouted."John, you turn."

"Don't be bally derisory,"Saint John replied as he put several gash of bread in the toaster,"You'll wake the kids."

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

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

whoremonger helped Miriam climb up on the worktop."Fuck me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's pussy was subdued and quick as John slipped his tool deep inside her. Her dilate tit nuzzled his ches.

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

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

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

"Stout corset and a decent bra is all the musical accompaniment 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,"toilet agreed and his cock twitched and started to shoot pint after pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a voice from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to create sensory faculty of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early on daybreak brightness streaming through a gap in the curtains.

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

John the Divine 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 talk to me like that,"Sarah insisted.

"Or what ?"whoremaster replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

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