A Week in the Garden Part II

A WEED IN THE GARDEN PART II

Maggie! Maggie! Where the devil could that blasted dog have gone? The ever horny hound was no doubt out chasing the French poodle from across the courtyard.

Blast!

My raised voice had awakened the surprising “good lay” Polly from her deep slumber. I poured another coffee anticipating the demands of yet another selfish Western woman.

“Oh my God! What time is it? I have to be at work. Do you have any coffee? Where are my panties? You must give them back to me, you terrible man.”

Despite my usual annoyance with all things female this early in the morning, I was forced to smile and withdraw the bit of French lace from my pocket. I hated to see those gorgeous arse cheeks covered but realized the poor girl probably had no time for festivities judging from her state of “can’t waste a second” mentality. Besides, my Jesse was stirring a bit under the covers and knowing her usual modus operand, she would soon be wandering into the kitchen looking for food of any sort. Probably a bit hung over as well.

I watched the lovely Polly dress quickly. She wasted no time and even whipped out a comb and lip color stick from her purse making a facial transformation in the reflection from the side of the aluminum toaster. I admired her ability to adapt to any situation just like fabulous flexibility of her pussy lips and her tight little rear door.

In truth, I must admit I was a bit put off by her reluctance to give up her brown eye to my greedy cock but eventually she did allow me to enter my first two inches to test her tightness. I restrained my desire to “go all the way up” because I wanted to break her in slowly to the happiness of anal pleasure. My Jesse was almost fully trained now and she exercised most of her orgasms from full anal impalement. My own reluctance to enter Western women’s vaginal treasure houses stemmed only from a desire to not product a child outside my righteous culture and faith.

Polly promised to meet me at the same pub this very evening and implored me,

“Do bring Jesse with you, dear boy!”

The sly bisexual female still had her lustful and deceitful eyes on my Jesse’s pussy and I did not blame her in the least little bit. Jesse was without a doubt the most beautiful “piece of ass” I had the good fortune to acquire in my travels into decadent societies.

When Polly rushed out the door, she handed me the bottle of milk and newspaper from the stoop. Shamefully, I must admit I took advantage of her bent over stance to pat and explore her well-tailored bottom. Surprisingly, the complex and inscrutable female did not take offense, but stretched up to kiss me fully on the lips and wished me to have a nice day.

I could hear some sounds of life from the bedroom and the hint of muffled groans that confirmed my anticipation of a thoroughly “hung over” Jesse. I surmised the poor girl would be joining me soon looking for sustenance and respite from her pounding head.

Sitting down at the tiny table, I added some milk to my morning coffee and spread the newspaper out in front of me. It was a ritual for me to check each and every morning a certain section to determine if my status had changed from “inactive” to “online”. I had checked almost one thousand times since my arrival and had been disappointed every time. Recently, my searching had been evolving more into relief rather than disappointment.

When I saw the small black-line enclosed rectangle, I had to read it several times just to reassure myself that it was real and my long-awaited signal.

( A.P. from Blackpool contact Hyde Park Metro Police about Aunt Dorothy’s Doctor’s Report. Ask for PC Anderson.)

My hand was shaking as I raised the coffee mug.

Reality took hold with a vengeance. (1) I was A. Patel (2) The sequential words “Dorothy’s Doctor’s” were in the ad (3) I had truly been activated.

Now I had to consider if this was some sort of elaborate trap. Why was I being instructed to go to a Police Station? I had just spent almost 3 years avoiding Police Stations. I was conditioned to keep hiding in the weeds with the other suspect fishes.

I had the sudden urge to smoke a cigarette, but the nondescript Mr. A. Patel did not smoke. My nervousness started to dissipate because I knew this was the beauty of hiding in the “open”. My contact would be inside a Police Station and never cause a single suspicion.

Just then, Jesse staggered out of the bedroom dressed only in her pussycat slippers. I silently poured her a coffee with lots of milk and lots of sugar. She slurped it down with her eyes mostly closed and crinkled up in that look that told me she was suffering from too much drink the night before. I wondered if she remembered Polly and me coupling right next to her in the bed. I didn’t think so because her snores were too loud to be false.

“Did I hear that girl Polly out here just a little while ago?”

I could tell Jesse was in her standard confused persona, but at least she was making sense early in the morning and that was a big step forward. I fed her two large mugs of coffee and a blueberry scone from the bakery around the corner. Now that her stomach was full, I led her back to the bedroom for a session of early morning ass pounding. She always performed better with a full stomach.

After her noisy second orgasm, I started to give her a sound spanking for her over-indulgence of spirits the night before. She whimpered but put her arse up high for her well-deserved punishment. She begged for mercy sooner than I thought she would and promised to be more moderate in her consumption of alcohol in the future.

I took my time about draining my creamy cum into her clutching rectum savoring her squeals of pure enjoyment. My Jesse was so anal now that I felt she was almost a mirror image of myself wanting my impalement even more than I wanted to spear her tight little rear channel.

I remembered the reluctance of Polly in spreading her delicious arse cheeks for my inquisitive well-lubricated cock head. I was certain the example of Jesse’s more liberal acceptance would make her much more receptive to my ass pounding.

“We are to meet Polly at the pub this evening. I want you to relax today and get yourself all spruced up at the spa. Here is the cash for a full treatment. She really likes you and I want you to look your very best.”

Jesse looked up at me with a newly reinvigorated expression on her face.

“Oh, do you think she really likes me, Akmed? She is so posh; I just die when she smiles at me and tells me smart things.”

I almost laughed at pretty Jesse’s naiveté.

“I have to go to the police station on some business and I’ll be back right after tea. I want you ready to sparkle tonight, young lady!”

Jesse nodded and ran to the bathroom. I was certain she was feeling the effects of the prior night’s over-indulgence, the two cups of coffee, and my relentless pounding of her tight little pucker hole.

The police station was bustling with activity.

I watched for almost a full hour unobserved from across the street. There were so many people going in and so few coming out that I suspected they were disposing of the bodies in the basement.

Finally, I screwed up the courage to make a very low-key entrance. At first, I acted like I was waiting for somebody and read the wanted posters on the wall. No one seemed to find me the least bit interesting and that was very encouraging. A very pretty PC was at the high desk and she was slowly filing her nails totally unimpressed with the frantic nature of petitions for her attention.

I saw that her name plaque on the desk proclaimed her to be PC Alice Anderson and underneath in smaller letters (Constable in Charge). I kind of slid over to the desk when the activity slowed and only she and I were alone on a one on one conversation.

“PC Anderson, I am Mr. A. Patel from Blackpool and I have been instructed to refer to you for information concerning my Aunt Dorothy’s Doctor’s report.”

The very sexy young uniformed girl dazzled me with her direct looking eyes. She was much too forward for a proper woman, this one. I would be required to spend much time in her training if we ever established a relationship.

“Mr. Patel. I am so happy you have come straightaway. Let me get PC Ross to spell me and we can go to the canteen for some tea and I will give you the complete report.”

She stood up and I was immediately aroused by the sight of her superior flanks encased in the tight police uniform. My desire was inflamed to pull her trousers and panties down and impale her from behind without any delay whatsoever.

A young black PC took the keys and the radio from pretty Alice and started reading a very racy magazine with muscle-bound young males. It left little doubt as to his sexual orientation. The two of us made our way down a long corridor well sprinkled with dodgy types looking like they wanted to be anywhere else but sitting on that bench.

The up and down motion of Alice’s haunches kept my equipment in a constant state of arousal and I was walking a bit bow-legged all the way to the cafeteria. PC Anderson was regaling me with stories of the prisoner in cell 13 who had hung himself less than an hour ago. My early warning system was telling me to flee but my libido was on code red and I hovered near PC Anderson like a shadow well inside her safe space. I was so close; I swore I could detect the aroma from her female parts wafting up to my sensitive nostrils.

We sat in a secluded corner with our tray of tea cups and biscuits. It was a very small table and our knees seemed to be rubbing in a very disconcerting fashion. The perky blond PC leaned forward and began to whisper to me in our native tongue. I was incredulous to say the very least. She told me she also was here from the capital city of our large country and that her father was a respected Doctor. She asked my forgiveness for her dress and attitude informing me that it was required for her assignment.

I was immediately filled with regret for my stupid assumptions about her and I realized she was in a much more exposed position than myself.

“A thousand pardons, Madame. I thank you with my revered respect for your dedication to the cause.”

She quickly gave me the grid coordinates and the time for the mission and also directed me to the location of our cache of necessary supplies to fulfill the mission. I could see her full bosom heaving with the tension of relaying every word with exact preciseness.

When she looked up at me, I assured her that every word was committed to memory and would not be forgotten.

“I am very sorry to implore you for your assistance, kind sir, but I have been without any contact with male parts for almost two years now and I ask you take the time to fill me with trusted seed in the small supply closet right at the end of the corridor. It is safe, for I can lock it from the inside and there are no cameras there. Please, sir, I implore you for I am bursting with the need to feel the insertion of a like believer’s shaft inside my sacred place.”

I was dumbfounded, to say the very least and was just able to nod my head as the beautiful uniformed policewoman led me to a small door. We went inside and I could see there was just barely enough room to turn around. Not wanting to waste any time, I loosened her trousers and pulled her regulation knickers down to her ankles. The lovely PC Alice Anderson from my homeland and whose real name I would never know bent over and presented her full bushed slit to my pre-cum leaking cock. I had no protection, but she told me not to worry as she had access to the “morning after” pill at no cost. She took the handcuffs still in their leather holder and placed them inside her mouth biting down severely to keep her whimpers muffled.

For the next 10 glorious minutes I stoked her temple of love at least 500 times finally shooting a tremendous load of creamy cum deep inside her womanhood. I could see the dedicated girl was weeping with her satisfied release.

I left the police station feeling that I had fulfilled a sacred trust. I had given respite to a fellow believer and was now embarked on my final mission. Only two short weeks to wait.