John felt rather shamefaced as he walked into the lobby at the women's recourse, an anonymous unit behind a down 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 yellow hair ?"the receptionist queried.

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

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

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

"Yes, I know, the thankless small bitch,"the char continued,"You had better come through."

John Lackland followed her into the back room.

It was just a corridor a couple of metres encompassing. It stunk. The base was polished Edward Douglas White Jr. tile. White tiles also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

Saint John the Apostle had to do a double take. Every two beat or so a naked female rear end projected through a cakehole in the wall. A wooden magnetic pole inserted at waist the kept the backside projecting into the room, six women in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the fair sex 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 apply 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 relationship. We believe that helpingwomen to realize that the sex act is rule, routine, nothing especial but the hubby love for his wife which leads him to seek to have sex with her is really special."

"Bloody netherworld,"John gasped.

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

St. John the Apostle looked quite astonished.

"Oh ejaculate now, its not that strange,"the char said,"Why I sometimes do a bend when we are quiet."

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

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

"And then ?"privy queried.

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

"What ? He rapes them ?"John gasped.

"Hardly assault, more providing a divine service, usually they are gagging for it anyway and he always uses a condom,"she replied,"You see we dame do need a upright shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My name is Melissa by the way."

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

"DOE you wife shave ? Melissa asked.

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

His locution asked the wordless question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John Lackland declined.

"Or see my boob ?"she queried,"Lots of boys like to wreak with my pinhead ?"

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

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

"No I can't use the tinker's dam washing machine and the Thomas Kid 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 receipt all nighttime 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 dust coat, her bra was sheer white with the cups cut away to uncover her nipples, her white suspender belt ammunition supported whiteness stockings and her panties were tiny white lace with a split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"John the Evangelist 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.

privy walked up to no 3 and loosened his pants letting them return to his human knee

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

John saw the pile of various size tone on the floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His tool was exactly in line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the scant 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 whore ? You bastard !"

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

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A Lucille Ball gag hung round her neck opening. Her arms were bound to the weaponry of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the spine of the chair with naughty ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating stub fire hydrant, a vibrator up her cunt and a minuscule electric car shock machine up her pee jam,"Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"Dear god,"Gospel According to John exclaimed but the woman was working her pussy sinew, milking trick's cock."Oh piece of ass !"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 St. John,"Melissa chided.

"Bastard,"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.

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

"It's all controlled from an app on my sound,"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 pecker,"the janitor announced proudly.

"Really ? Have you been O/D ing on the sildenafil citrate again ?"Melissa asked,"Because lets face it she's no pornography star."

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

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

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

"I can see why she got her chela into you but you could do so much skillful,"genus Melissa suggested. She undid the lower release 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 knock your husband, seaport't you learned anything ?"

Sarah glared an icy public eye as the dildo and cigarette plug slowly accelerated from speed 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 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 wife's mouth is for, cleaning putz,"Melissa explained,"How on earth is she supposed to get word without your help."

John the Divine found sticking his cock in Sarah's sassing was easier said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her head until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to remain firm awkwardly with legs slip each side of the chair.

His cock started to swell as he felt Sarah'glossa and lips and she started to choke exciting him further. His knob end tickled her palatine tonsil, 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"trick protested but his aching Lucille Ball proved him unseasonable by producing a few more drips of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his evacuate balls.

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

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

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

"But John, you fucked routine three and she is a school nanny,"Melissa suggested,"Come and meet her first."

whoremaster was shattered, two orgasms in ten minutes, he needed to rest and could not resist as Melissa led him daily round to the former side of meat of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their asses through the bulwark. numeral one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even older, 4, 5 and 6 were girls from the Amytal angel bothel above Timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a saint, like the one with the dark hair's-breadth from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, sorry,"Saint John the Apostle apologised.

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

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

"rightfield ? Why ?"John asked in confusion.

"A bomb baster is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"lots nicer to have it draft so to speak."

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

whoremonger thought carefully about who made Sarah the way she was, that moth-eaten hearted bitch of a mother of hers of course.

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

The infant 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 cunt, '' whoremonger pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited frozen daugher of course."

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

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

She staggered back into the winged wanton chairwoman which toppled over backwards leaving her on her back with her legs feebly waving in thin air.

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

"right field here old feller,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid speech, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it age ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs shame about the face,"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 ?"John asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you mind awfully holding her shoulder joint 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.

"Tell you what how about a 3 some,"Geoffrey suggested,"You can do the front to begin with and modify ends half way like the queen !"

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

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

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

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

"chapiter idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the time they had her bra off the scent of worked up cunt had their cocks stiffening.

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

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

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

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

"hokum !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the room. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped St. John's humanness through the fly in his pj's,"flock of life in it."

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

Her slack fond mucky cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the proficient lazy fucks he ever enjoyed.

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

"Geoffrey likes them untested you know."

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

John woke with a clunk. 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 Hades,"whoremonger replied,"I could accept injured myself."

"Don't halt you old muggins,"Miriam urged,"It's rare enough that he shows any stake in me as it is."

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

"Don't be bloody ridiculous,"lav replied as he put several slices of bread in the toaster,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for 60 minutes,"Miriam replied as she joined whoremaster in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the study top shall I ?"She was wearing one of Saint John's Patrick White work shirts and cipher else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting bitch and she should stimulate repulsed John but something was stirring.

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

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

Miriam's snatch was soft and warm as King John slipped his tool deep inside her. Her distended nipples nuzzled his ches.

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

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

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

"Stout stays and a comely bra is all the musical accompaniment she needs you fool,"Geoffrey opined as he too wandered into the kitchen,"How areb you getting on toilet, shall I see if the Milkman is around to give you a bit of a break."

"No I think I can handle,"john agreed and his pecker twitched and started to shoot dry pint after pint of creamy spunk.

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

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

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

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

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

"Or what ?"John replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

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