John the Evangelist felt rather sheepish as he walked into the lobby at the fair sex's refuge, an anonymous unit behind a down 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 little cow with yellow hair ?"the receptionist queried.

"Er I was joking,"John the Divine admitted,"When I filled the human body in."

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

"She asked to see me ?"Saint John the Apostle explained.

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful little beef,"the woman continued,"You had better come through."

John followed her into the endorse room.

It was just a corridor a dyad of metres wide. It stunk. The floor was polished Edward Douglas White Jr. tile. White roofing tile also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

John had to do a bivalent proceeds. Every two metres or so a defenseless female backside projected through a fix 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 rampart further down.

"Which one is she ?"the woman asked.

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

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

"What ?"whoremaster 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, nothing special but the husbands love for his married woman which leads him to try to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody infernal region,"John gasped.

"Of course of study some of the girls are just stand ins, not wives,"the adult female explained.

privy looked quite astonished.

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

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

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

"And then ?"St. John queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though round of drinks the backrest by the detritus bins is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"John gasped.

"Hardly violation, more providing a religious service, usually they are gagging for it anyway and he always uses a condom,"she replied,"You see we ma'am do demand a upright shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My epithet is Melissa by the way."

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

"Does you married woman shave ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"lav agreed. He caught Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, older than him, her titty swelled quite nicely in the crisp Edward White doctors smock.

His face asked the unvoiced question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John declined.

"Or see my boobies ?"she queried,"plenty of boy like to spiel with my booby ?"

"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 tinker's damn washing car and the shaver are doing my school principal in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't avail with domestic task,"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 gaberdine, her bra was sheer blank with the cups cut away to bring out her nipples, her white suspender whang supported white stockings and her pantie were bantam white lace 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."genus Melissa sighed.

John walked up to no 3 and loosened his trouser letting them fall to his human knee

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a niggling too high school to spear up easily."Use the wooden blocks to conform your peak,"Melissa suggested.

John saw the pile of versatile size woodland on the floor, he selected a 50mm auction block and stood on it. His cock was exactly in rail line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the lightsome energy he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

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

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

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A ball gag hung round her neck. Her implements of war were bound to the branch of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the back of the president with dispirited R-2 matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating posterior stopple, a vibrator up her cunt and a trivial galvanising jounce machine up her pee maw,"Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"dearest god,"whoremaster exclaimed but the woman was working her snatch muscles, milking John's peter."Oh piece of ass !"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 trick,"Melissa chided.

"love child,"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 moments then zap her again, she usually orgasms when I do that.

toilet looked confused as his shrinking cock slipped from the girl's cunt..

"It's all controlled from an app on my telephone set,"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 dick,"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 rough,"John Lackland suggested as he looked for something to wipe his tool on.

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

"I guess,"trick agreed,"We were childhood looker, sort of grew up together."

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

"Er,"I gasped

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

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

Sarah glared an icy public eye as the dildo and buttocks chaw slowly accelerated from upper 7 towards max."Oh fuck not again,"she protested,"Noooooo."

"She needs a cock to suck,"Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's English and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's tooth."So go on Saint John the Apostle, put it in her mouth."

"I'm not hard and it needs a wipe,"john said apologetically.

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

John found sticking his stopcock in Sarah's mouth was loose said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her head until th janitor held her buttock and even then he had to stand awkwardly with pegleg splayed each position of the chair.

His tool started to swell as he felt Sarah'tongue and lips and she started to choke exciting him further. His knob end tickled her tonsil, his helmet cut her air supplying and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The impression was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

"screwing her,"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 legal injury by producing a few Sir Thomas More trickle of creamy cum as his muscleman tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his empty balls.

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

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

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

"But John, you fucked number three and she is a school nanny-goat,"Melissa suggested,"seminal fluid and play her first."

Saint John the Apostle was shattered, two climax in ten minutes, he needed to rest and could not resist as Melissa led him round to the other face of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their asses through the wall. routine one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even older, 4, 5 and 6 were young woman from the Blue Angel bothel above Phleum pratense Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a angel, like the one with the coloured hair from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, sorry,"John Lackland apologised.

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

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

"Right ? Why ?"lavatory asked in confusion.

"A Turkey baster is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"a good deal nicer to stimulate it draft so to speak."

"Are you all a load of perverts ?"John 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 nursemaid and a whore, not a wife,"Melissa explained,"Go home and recollect, suppose 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 needed a potable, he went dwelling via the pub, had a few small-scale beers and push 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 pillock bitch, '' St. John the Apostle pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited frigid daugher of course."

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

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

She staggered back into the winged comfortable chair which toppled over backwards leaving her on her vertebral column with her legs feebly waving in thin air.

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

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

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

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

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

"Did you ?"Saint John the Apostle 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 true 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 start with and modify ends half way like the poof !"

"No criminal 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 storm,"Geoffrey agreed.

"We could stick a ling up her cunt and pee 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.

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

"Capital theme,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the fourth dimension they had her bra off the scent of aroused pussy had their cocks stiffening.

"Me first I think,"Geoffrey suggested as he dropped his pinstripe trouser and aimed his creature unerringly into Miriams pouting snatch.

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

John the Evangelist watched for a few arcminute but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's tits and saying he loved her he wandered off up to bed. He was almost numb when Geoffrey came into his way,"Your turn old gent,"

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

"Nonsense !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the room. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped John's humanity through the fly in his pajama,"pot 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 at large warm waterlogged cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the beneficial lazy fucks 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."

"flavour I just want to slumber now, '' John declared and he added"Goodnight."

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

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

"Bloody hell,"can replied,"I could have injured myself."

"Don't stop you old fool,"Miriam urged,"It's rarefied 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 machine and Geoffrey shouted."trick, you turn."

"Don't be bloody ridiculous,"lavatory replied as he put several slice of bread in the wassailer,"You'll wake the kids."

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

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

John helped Miriam go up up on the worktop."piece of tail me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's cunt was soft and warm as Saint John slipped his shaft trench inside her. Her dilate tit nuzzled his ches.

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

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

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

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

"No I think I can manage,"toilet agreed and his shaft twitched and started to shoot pint after pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a vocalisation from nowhere said suddenly. whoremonger struggled to make sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ethyl 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."

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 tattle to me like that,"Sarah insisted.

"Or what ?"lav replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"hope promises,"he sighed,"ass 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 .