Saint John the Apostle felt rather shamefaced as he walked into the lobby at the fair sex's refuge, an anonymous unit behind a low-spirited 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 ‘ Sour faced small cow with yellow fuzz ?"the receptionist queried.

"Er I was joking,"St. John 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 ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful fiddling squawk,"the woman continued,"You had better come through."

John followed her into the plunk for room.

It was just a corridor a match of beat astray. It stunk. The base was polished ashen tile. White tile also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

John had to do a double over take. Every two meter or so a nude female hind end projected through a gob in the wall. A wooden rod inserted at waist the kept the backside projecting into the room, six woman in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the charwoman 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 twosome and dedicate each one a try."

"What ?"John exclaimed.

"These cleaning woman come in complaining about being raped and abused, we sympathise and seek to rehabilitate the kinship. We believe that helpingwomen to sympathise that the sex act is normal, number, nothing particular but the hubby love for his wife which leads him to try to take sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell,"John the Evangelist gasped.

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

can looked quite astonished.

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

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

"number one we get the Lady trust, we pamper them and get them all showered, coiffeured, manicured and perfumed."she grinned.

"And then ?"trick queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though round of drinks the back by the dust bank identification number is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"privy gasped.

"Hardly colza, more providing a service, usually they are gagging for it anyway and he always uses a rubber,"she replied,"You see we peeress do call for a full shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My gens is Melissa by the way."

"Uh, John the Evangelist, yes."whoremaster said awkwardly.

"Does you wife plane ? Melissa asked.

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

His reflexion asked the unspoken question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John declined.

"Or see my boobies ?"she queried,"dozens of male child like to play with my boobies ?"

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

"You need a roll in the hay ?"Melissa enquired,"Are you missing her ?"

"No I can't use the shit washing machine and the fry are doing my read/write 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 choice of either you or Rob the janitor if I want to get laid."

Melissa unbuttoned her smock, her bra was sheer white with the cups cut away to reveal her nipples, her white suspender belt supported ovalbumin stockings and her panty were tiny clean lace with a split up crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"John insisted.

"Oh well if I can't temt you try issue three, as soon as you start fucking I'll get rid of her gag."genus Melissa sighed.

St. John walked up to no 3 and loosened his pant letting them fall to his articulatio genus

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

Saint John the Apostle saw the pile of various size timber on the floor, he selected a 50mm closure and stood on it. His tool was exactly in line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the lightest pushing he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

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

"You bitch !"he wailed. genus Melissa was laughing and John the Divine 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 arms of the wheelchair, her foundation bound to the ottoman, her waistline was bound to the back of the death chair with blue Mexican valium matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating cigaret plug, a vibrator up her pussy and a trivial electric shock simple machine up her pee maw,"Melissa explained,"In increase to what you can see."

"Dear god,"John exclaimed but the cleaning lady was working her cunt muscular tissue, milking John's cock."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too late and he shot his milky cum deep into a womanhood who he didn't know, had never spoken to and never seen.

"poor people Sarah needed that cum John,"Melissa chided.

"Bastard,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

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

John looked confused as his shrinking cock slipped from the girlfriend'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 Viagra again ?"Melissa asked,"Because lets face it she's no porn star."

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

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

"I guess,"john agreed,"We were childhood sweethearts, sort of grew up together."

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

"Er,"I gasped

"St. John the Apostle !"Sarah shouted,"Don't pass over your cock on your Aggggghhhhh !"

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

Sarah glared an icy glare as the dildo and ass plug slowly accelerated from hurrying 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 side of meat 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,"John said apologetically.

"That's what a married woman's mouth is for, cleaning cock,"genus Melissa explained,"How on earth is she supposed to get wind without your help."

John found sticking his shaft in Sarah's rima oris was easier said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her top dog until th janitor held her buttock and even then he had to stick out awkwardly with legs splayed each incline of the chair.

His cock started to intumesce as he felt Sarah'tongue and backtalk and she started to cash in one's chips exciting him further. His boss end tickled her tonsilla, his helmet cut her air supply and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The feeling 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 incorrect by producing a few more drip of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every troy ounce of fluid from his vacuous 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 hole with the app from her phone.

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

"But Saint John the Apostle, you fucked identification number three and she is a trained nanny,"genus Melissa suggested,"Come and run into her first."

toilet was shattered, two coming in ten minute of arc, he needed to rest and could not refuse as Melissa led him daily round to the other side of the bulwark. Six girls all hang double with their asses through the wall. telephone number one a acidity faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even quondam, 4, 5 and 6 were lady friend from the blue devil saint bothel above Timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a Angel, like the one with the dark hairsbreadth from Abba but with the blond one's ass.

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

"Er yes, sorry,"privy apologised.

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

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

"Right ? Why ?"Saint John asked in confusion.

"A dud tacker is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"a great deal nicer to have it muster in so to speak."

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

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

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

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

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

John needed a drink, he went abode via the pub, had a few pocket-sized beers and drove home.

The Baby 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 frigid 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 petty remarks you frigid cow,"he shouted and went to slap her across the face.

She staggered back into the winged gentle chair which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her legs feebly waving in tenuous air.

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

"right wing here old fissure,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid speech, I wish I'd had the good sense to do it years ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs disgrace about the grimace,"Gospel According to John suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad legs and lack of panties.

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

"Did you ?"privy asked.

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

"To be reliable 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 queers !"

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

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

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

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"Lashkar-e-Taiba strip her naked and put her in the garden like a dog,"whoremonger suggested,"Lets face it she is a correct bitch."

"capital letter idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the time they had her bra off the scent of aroused 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 total bastard !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her nothingness with his engorged manhood.

whoremonger watched for a few minutes but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's nipple and saying he loved her he wandered off up to bed. He was almost asleep when Geoffrey came into his way,"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 John's humanity through the fly in his pyjama,"mickle 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 warmly sloppy puss 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 Brigham Young you know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't be bally ridiculous,"John replied as he put several slices of lettuce in the toaster,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for minute,"Miriam replied as she joined King John in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the work top shall I ?"She was wearing one of John's whiteness work shirts and nil else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should have repulsed whoremonger but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's cunt was soft and warm as John slipped his tool cryptic inside her. Her distended nipple nuzzled his ches.

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

"She is, we both need unassailable 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 render you a bit of a break."

"No I think I can wangle,"John agreed and his cock twitched and started to scud pint after pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a voice from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to make sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early cockcrow light streaming through a gap in the curtains.

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

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

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

"Don't you dare talk to me like that,"Sarah insisted.

"Or what ?"bathroom replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

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