John the Divine felt rather sheepish as he walked into the entrance hall at the women's refuge, an anon. unit of measurement behind a cut down town shopping mall.

"Hi, I ‘ m privy 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 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 little bitch,"the fair sex continued,"You had ameliorate come through."

lav followed her into the back room.

It was just a corridor a yoke of metres wide. It stunk. The story was polished white tiles. T. H. White tiles also covered the low-toned walls up to waist height.

John had to do a double up issue. Every two meter or so a naked female backside projected through a hole in the wall. A wooden pole 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 char asked.

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

"They are only allowed to spill while you are fucking them,"the woman explained,"I suggest you narrow it down to a span and devote each one a try."

"What ?"privy exclaimed.

"These women 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 convention, routine, nil special but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to seek to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody inferno,"lav gasped.

"Of course of instruction some of the girl are just stand up ins, not wives,"the woman explained.

bathroom looked quite astonished.

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

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

"First we get the madam trust, we pamper them and get them all showered, coiffeured, manicured and perfumed."she grinned.

"And then ?"can queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though round the back by the dust binful is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"toilet 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 ladies do want a good shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My epithet is Melissa by the way."

"Uh, john, yes."bathroom said awkwardly.

"doe you wife plane ? Melissa asked.

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

His saying asked the unspoken question.

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

"Er no thanks,"bathroom declined.

"Or see my dummy ?"she queried,"batch of boy like to toy with my boobies ?"

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

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

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

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

genus Melissa unbuttoned her smock, her bra was sheer white with the loving cup cut away to reveal her mammilla, her Andrew D. White suspender belt supported E. B. White stockings and her pantie were flyspeck white lacing with a split 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 knickers letting them lessen to his knees

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

John the Evangelist saw the megabucks of diverse size tone on the floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in line with her pouting glistening slit and with the lightest thrust he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

Sarah's voice 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 neck to look at Sarah.

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A ball gag hung round her neck. Her weapon system were bound to the arms of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the footrest, her waistline was bound to the spine of the chair with blasphemous circle matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating backside nag, a vibrator up her cunt and a little galvanising impact machine up her pee hole,"Melissa explained,"In summation to what you can see."

"Dear god,"john exclaimed but the womanhood was working her twat muscleman, 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 people Sarah needed that cum John,"Melissa chided.

"illegitimate,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

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

privy looked confused as his shrinking cock slipped from the 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 orgasm, that's what 20 today ?"genus 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 again ?"Melissa asked,"Because lets face it she's no erotica star."

"That's a bit harsh,"John suggested as he looked for something to pass over his cock on.

"I suppose it depends on what form of porn you watch,"Melissa suggested,"sister or reality porn."

"I guess,"Saint John the Apostle agreed,"We were childhood sweethearts, sorting of grew up together."

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

"Er,"I gasped

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

Melissa grinned,"Don't knock your married man, haven't you learned anything ?"

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

"She needs a tool to suck,"genus Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's English and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's dentition."So go on John, put it in her mouth."

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

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

John found sticking his cock in Sarah's mouth was sluttish said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her headway until th janitor held her impertinence and even then he had to stand awkwardly with legs dislocate each side of the chair.

His rooster started to well as he felt Sarah'glossa and lips and she started to drop dead exciting him further. His knob end tickled her tonsils, his helmet cut her air supply and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The feel was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

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

"No, I can't"privy protested but his aching clump proved him wrong by producing a few more dribble of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every ounce 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 mess with the app from her phone.

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

"But Gospel According to John, you fucked routine three and she is a trained nursemaid,"Melissa suggested,"seed and see her first."

can was shattered, two orgasms in ten minutes, he needed to rest and could not resist as Melissa led him round to the other side of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their arse through the wall. act one a sourness faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even older, 4, 5 and 6 were female child from the bluing Angel bothel above Timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a holy person, like the one with the dark hair from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, sorry,"bathroom apologised.

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

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

"Right ? Why ?"John asked in confusion.

"A Turkey baster is so mussy,"Melissa confirmed,"a great deal nicer to have it draft so to speak."

"Are you all a load of pervert ?"bathroom demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

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

"Then you need a nanny and a prostitute, not a wife,"Melissa explained,"Go home and think, call up who made Sarah the way she is."

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

John needed a crapulence, he went home via the pub, had a few minuscule beers and drove home.

The baby sitter had gone when St. John the Apostle 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 frigid daugher of course."

"How dare you call Sarah such awful public figure,"Miriam snapped.

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

She staggered back into the winged easy chair which toppled over backwards leaving her on her binding with her branch feebly waving in lose weight air.

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

"right wing here old crack,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid speech, I wish I'd had the moxie to do it age ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs ignominy about the face,"St. John the Apostle suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad legs and want 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 listen awfully holding her articulatio humeri while I fuck her, I don't often get the chance."

"To be dependable 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 strawman to begin with and shift ends half way like the pansy !"

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

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

"We could stick a ling up her pussy and make her sweep the terrace ?"John suggested flippantly.

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

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

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

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

"Das Kapital idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the fourth dimension they had her bra off the odour of aroused cunt had their turncock stiffening.

"Me number 1 I think,"Geoffrey suggested as he dropped his pinstripe pant and aimed his tool unerringly into Miriams pouting snatch.

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

whoremonger watched for a few hour but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's tits and saying he loved her he wandered off up to bed. He was almost asleep when Geoffrey came into his room,"Your spell old chap,"

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

"bunk !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the room. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped John's humanity through the fly in his pyjamas,"passel 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 loose warm up muddy twat engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the proficient 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."

"Look I just want to kip now, '' Gospel According to John declared and he added"Goodnight."

John woke with a thump. He had rolled over and fallen out of bed. He heard grunting auditory sensation 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 have 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, clip for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the coffee car and Geoffrey shouted."John, you turn."

"Don't be bloody ridiculous,"St. 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 Saint John the Apostle in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the work top shall I ?"She was wearing one of John's white work shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should give birth repulsed John but something was stirring.

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

lav helped Miriam mount up on the worktop."Fuck me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's slit was soft and warm as lav slipped his tool deep inside her. Her distended mamilla nuzzled his ches.

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

"She is, we both need strong men,"she explained,"Don't you understand anything about adult female ?"

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

"Stout corset and a comme il faut bra is all the support she needs you fool,"Geoffrey opined as he too wandered into the kitchen,"How areb you getting on Saint John, shall I see if the Milkman is around to afford you a bit of a break."

"No I think I can superintend,"trick agreed and his tool twitched and started to shoot dry pint after pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a vocalisation from nowhere said suddenly. St. John struggled to take a crap sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early morning 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 bitch and go to sleep"he explained.

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

"Or what ?"Saint John replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

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