A Weed in the Garden
Copyright© 2012 by harry lime
Chapter 23
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 23 - Mr. A. Patel is conflicted between his duty and his sudden acclimation to existance in a decadent society. The lush bottoms of the demanding Western women are far too tempting for his wavering dedication. Soon he will have to make a decision. A life and death decision in the very least.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Coercion BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM MaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Group Sex First Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Petting Sex Toys Squirting Cream Pie Spitting Exhibitionism Voyeurism Hairy Violence
The buxom policewoman Kate was underneath me with her ass up and her face down in the pillow. She was sweating profusely because it was a bit warm in the late afternoon inside her living quarters just next to the bowling alley that sometimes shook with the sound of falling pins from a serious strike that exploded like a grenade inside the thinly walled location.
I must admit that my experience with grenades was far more extensive than my skills in a bowling alley and I would wince time to time as I heard the sounds in the distance. The carnage of such explosions would haunt my daydreams occasionally remembering bloody limbs separated from their usual connection to a now deceased body waiting for a body bag to encase it for transport to a final resting place.
I paused to spank her dripping wet bottom and she allowed a few curses to pass her lips in revolt against my evil treatment of her pretty bottom.
Still, she pushed her ass up to meet my plunging cock and the lust in her eyes was as if she was possessed by a devil and she shook her lower half like a slut of the worst sort looking to being speared as deeply as possible.
I reached around to her front side and slid my nasty fingers into her pussy pie and she shuddered in recognition that I was in complete control of her lust triggers as she drooled into the pristine pillow with a lace trimmed pillow case that was covered with the slime of her saliva leaking out on top just as badly as her female juices leaked out of her pussy on the bottom end.
I looked at her policewoman’s uniform hanging on the hook behind the door and studied her leather belt that had her handcuffs and other items such as pepper spray and a flashlight attached. Of course, there was no gun like in the USA or even most other European states because of the silly British law that only assigned weapons of such nature to the “Armed Police” units. It was a rule that allowed us to operate with immunity for a large period of time before such units could be called into play and usually allowed us to escape before any danger of capture by the handicapped regular police units.
This Kate creature was truly blessed by our creator with divine female private parts and she had the requisite experience to put them all to good use in cleaving to her male partners. I knew from her co-worker Sally that she had been both a widow and a divorcee before and that she was well trained by both partners to do almost every perversion imaginable to even the most degraded male mind devising tricks for her to perform with only a hint of persuasion.
Even now, her rectal channel was stretched tightly by him oversized cock and she was so into my ass humping actions that she panted out of breath to keep up with my exertions. I had recently done her colleague Sally in the ass a few times and she was not even close to Kate’s expertise into tightly clutching my dick in her anal embrace with her enchanting brown eye in a way that left me no recourse but to flood her rectum with my copious spend.
I slowly withdrew from her precious bottom and allowed her to stumble to the fridge to get us two bottles of beer. I gazed at her naked splendor and cupped her black bush that grew wildly between her slender legs with lustrous disregard to any attempts to trim or cut back he uncontrolled growth. It would tickle my lips with its glorious taste of female juices that blossomed like the elixir of youth inside my mouth dripping on my taste buds like a present from the Gods to reward my for my struggle to do his will here on Earth.
“Harry, may I ask you what your intentions are to me? Do you see me as just a bit of fun or do you want to have a real relationship with me? I think I can make you happy just as you take care of my needs in a way that few men have done before. I am willing to do anything you ask no matter how dirty or degrading providing you use your tongue to give me what I need from time to time to gratify my carnal needs down there where us girls like to be licked.”
I listened to her with an open mind.
It was certainly not an unreasonable request. Of course, she had no idea of his hidden agenda, and he would be unable to share it with her until after he was certain that he had her in his pocket. In fishing terms, he needed to have her “hook, line, and sinker” under his sway before he could trust her to do his bidding on his quest for international disruption of the western society.
“Well, my dear, you are a lot more than a bit of fun to me. I would consider Sally to be a bit of fun but she is up for anything and with any bloke who can get it up for her pleasure. You, on the other hand, are a serious business to me and I am willing to go down on you wherever and whenever you want. So to answer your question, I want a serious relationship with you and promise it will be a two way street in all matters sexual as long as you find me appealing to your needs.”
She came back to the bed and stretched out face up and opened her knees for me to go inside her legs. “Do me now, Harry, missionary style, and let me see your beautiful cock sliding in and out of my pussy. Do me slow, do me fast, but just keep doing me until I explode with my orgasm and kiss your lips with my own like are star crossed lovers looking for the golden circle.”
Shamefully, I must confess that I am sitting in a never before visited British pub watching a plump middle aged female make a fool of herself with a pair of young working men looking for bit of fun.
She had long red hair which I suspected was not her original shade but from one of those ingenious bottles that are produced in this hedonistic society with the express purpose of changing one’s persona from one personality to an altogether new one like a snakes shedding its skin at that time of the yearly cycle.
Still, I would have to admit she did have most impressive breasts that were partially exposed on top much to my disgust and contradictive interest as she leaned forward on her stool. Her ass protruded somewhat over the edge revealing her buxom figure but in all honesty that was not in the least bit off putting to me due to my preference for such features in a female partner.
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