John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the anteroom at the women's refuge, an anonymous unit behind a mastered town shopping mall.

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

"That will be the ‘ tartness faced little cow with white-livered fuzz ?"the receptionist queried.

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

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

"She asked to see me ?"john explained.

"Yes, I know, the ungrateful picayune gripe,"the fair sex continued,"You had better come through."

whoremonger followed her into the game room.

It was just a corridor a mates of metres full. It stunk. The floor was polished white tiles. White tiles also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

lavatory had to do a three-fold take. Every two metres or so a naked female person backside projected through a hole in the wall. A wooden rod inserted at waist the kept the tooshie projecting into the room, six fair sex in all.

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

"Which one is she ?"the woman asked.

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

"They are only allowed to blab out while you are fucking them,"the fair sex explained,"I suggest you narrow it down to a couple and gift each one a try."

"What ?"John exclaimed.

"These women come in complaining about being raped and abused, we sympathise and seek to rehabilitate the human relationship. We believe that helpingwomen to empathise that the sex act is rule, routine, nothing special but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to try to birth sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell,"John gasped.

"Of class some of the girls are just stick out ins, not wife,"the woman explained.

John looked quite astonished.

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

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

"First we get the gentlewoman cartel, 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 round the vertebral column by the debris bin is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"bathroom gasped.

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

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

"DOE you married woman knock off ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"John agreed. He caught Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, older than him, her boob swelled quite nicely in the curt white physician smock.

His expression asked the unexpressed question.

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

"Er no thanks,"John declined.

"Or see my boobies ?"she queried,"slews of boys like to meet with my booby ?"

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

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

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

"Oh well I can't supporter with domestic chore,"genus 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 lily-white with the cupful cut away to expose her pap, her White River gallus belt supported white stockings and her panties were tiny Edward White lace with a split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"John insisted.

"Oh well if I can't temt you try bit three, as soon as you start fucking I'll remove her gag."Melissa sighed.

whoremaster walked up to no 3 and loosened his pants letting them fall to his knees

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a slight too high to spear easily."Use the wooden pulley to aline your top,"Melissa suggested.

whoremaster saw the pile of various size timbre on the floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His dick was exactly in line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the lightest 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 the Divine craned his neck to wait 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 limb of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the book binding of the president with risque ropes matching those which encircled her breasts.

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

"A vibrating seat ballyhoo, a vibrator up her twat and a little electric shock auto up her pee hole,"genus Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"Dear god,"John exclaimed but the woman was working her cunt brawn, milking whoremaster's cock."Oh fuck !"he proested but it was far too tardy 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.

"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.

John looked confused as his shrinking peter slipped from the fille's cunt..

"It's all controlled from an app on my telephone,"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 erotica star."

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

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

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

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

"Er,"I gasped

"bathroom !"Sarah shouted,"Don't pass over your cock on your Aggggghhhhh !"

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

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

"She needs a cock to take in,"genus Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's face 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 rooster,"genus Melissa explained,"How on terra firma is she supposed to get a line without your help."

john found sticking his turncock in Sarah's oral cavity was easier 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 leg splayed each side of the chair.

His stopcock started to swell as he felt Sarah'tongue and lips and she started to stifle exciting him further. His knob end tickled her tonsils, his helmet cut her air supplying and she started to cough sucking him further into her pharynx. The intuitive feeling was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

"piece of tail her,"genus Melissa whispered,"Don't worry we have a defibrillator somewhere if she has a cardiac arrest."

"No, I can't"privy protested but his aching chunk 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 sass,"Sarah, Sarah !"

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

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

"But John, you fucked number three and she is a trained she-goat,"genus Melissa suggested,"Come and meet her first."

John was shattered, two climax in ten minutes, he needed to rest and could not resist as Melissa led him daily round to the other side of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their bottom through the wall. Number one a acidity faced cow of about 60 with a red ball gag, no 2 was even elder, 4, 5 and 6 were girls from the blueing Angel bothel above Phleum pratense Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a Angel, like the one with the glum hair from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

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

"Er yes, drear,"St. John apologised.

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

"Annalise, phone number 3, is a Lesbian and trying to get pregnant,"Melissa explained.

"right hand ? Why ?"John Lackland asked in confusion.

"A Meleagris gallopavo baster is so mussy,"Melissa confirmed,"Much nicer to suffer it muster in so to speak."

"Are you all a freight of perverts ?"John demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

"All I want is my shirts ironed, the Kyd looked after and a ass when I feel like it,"John explained.

"Then you need a nanny and a whore, not a wife,"Melissa explained,"Go home base and guess, mean who made Sarah the way she is."

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

John the Evangelist needed a drink, he went base via the pub, had a few small 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 bitch, '' privy pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited cold daugher of course."

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

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

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

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

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

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs pity about the case,"whoremaster suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad stage and deficiency of panties.

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

"Did you ?"bathroom asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you mind awfully holding her shoulders 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 nominal head to begin with and deepen ends half way like the fairy !"

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

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

"We could stick around a broom up her puss and hit her sweep the terrace ?"John suggested flippantly.

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

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

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"Lets strip her naked and put her in the garden like a dog,"john suggested,"Lets face it she is a mighty bitch."

"Capital mind,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the time they had her bra off the odor of aroused cunt had their dick stiffening.

"Me kickoff I think,"Geoffrey suggested as he dropped his pinstripe trousers and aimed his pecker unerringly into Miriams pouting snatch.

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

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

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

"nonsense !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the way. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped John's manhood through the fly in his pyjamas,"mass 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 warm sloppy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the best lazy fuck he ever enjoyed.

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

"Geoffrey likes them new you know."

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

Gospel According to 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 Inferno,"John replied,"I could have injured myself."

"Don't check you old fall guy,"Miriam urged,"It's rarified enough that he shows any pastime in me as it is."

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

"Don't be damn laughable,"privy replied as he put several slices of kale in the wassailer,"You'll wake the kids."

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

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

John helped Miriam climb up on the worktop."screw me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's slit was voiced and tender as john slipped his tool deep inside her. Her distended teat nuzzled his ches.

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

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

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

"Stout girdle 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 whoremonger, shall I see if the Milkman is around to give you a bit of a break."

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

"Ugggghhh,"a vox from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to make sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the diethyl 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 sleep"he explained.

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

"Or what ?"John replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"promise promises,"he sighed,"Fuck 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 .