The forbidden patrol

Adventure with Alhaji 3🔞EPISODE 9(Final Episode)

The combination of Zaraa’s moans and the sounds their bodies made as the Alhaji drove his hard p***s into her backside was a dangerous mix with the way I was rubbing myself. I kept getting wetter and wetter. My vision blurred, and I found myself craving that long thing as if it wasn’t the same one I had already ridden to this house.

But the truth was, what we did with the Alhaji in his car felt like child’s play. The way he was taking Zara now—I couldn’t even understand it.

The girl who had been trying to suck my n*****s earlier was now gripping the chair tightly, moaning, her eyes completely shut as she bit her lips.

Her hair was scattered everywhere. At some point it sounded like she was crying, and it seemed like the Alhaji didn’t even hear her. All I could hear was kpa-kpa-kpa, and I used the rhythm to massage myself, because the way things were going, I would need to be very wet for the Alhaji’s p***s.

Soon, Aisha started shouting louder, and that was when the Alhaji applied even more pressure—holding her by the waist with one hand and gripping her neck with the other, as if he didn’t want her to escape.

She didn’t get any chance to escape. Suddenly it was like a tap had been opened—liquid everywhere, from Zara’s body down to the bench they had just finished using. I stopped rubbing myself. Fear crept in. I had never done anal before.

I wanted to tell the Alhaji that it was my v****a I wanted to use, but what if he didn’t agree and cancelled everything he had promised me? I stood there hoping he wouldn’t say he wanted to take me from behind.

When Zara finally calmed down, the Alhaji walked away and left us. I asked Zara how it was. She just smiled foolishly and said that was exactly what she had been missing for a long time. She told me that anytime I couldn’t handle the Alhaji, I should call her and she would come take his p***s.

That shocked me a bit. Zara was my person, and the Alhaji had said he liked me because of my body. But if Zara kept giving him what he wanted and I couldn’t, wouldn’t he end up liking her more than me? They could even push me out quietly, especially since they spoke the same language that I didn’t understand.

God forbid that my fear should ruin this opportunity when I was so close to success. Was there anything I wanted here that this man hadn’t offered me? Steady money, a free house, a free car, and constant good s*x.

Wherever the Alhaji wanted to put his p***s, I had to allow it. This was my chance to level up—to start posting fine pictures on i********: and roll with the big girls. I was lost in my thoughts when I felt hands rubbing my breasts.

It was Zara, laughing foolishly. She had already been thoroughly satisfied. She squeezed my breasts lightly and told me to try anal too, that I would enjoy it.

After saying that, she slowly stood up and walked away from me. I stayed glued to the bench, one leg on the floor, one on the bench, my v****a exposed after shifting my pants aside.

The way Zara walked showed clearly that the p***s had really worked on her—she walked like an old woman. That wasn’t my problem. My problem was where she seemed to be heading—it looked like she was going to find that driver. My heart almost stopped.

They would kill this girl with p***s. As she disappeared, I saw the Alhaji coming back.

He was getting close. I started rubbing myself again because the wetness was beginning to dry. When he reached me, he asked where Zara had gone. I told him she went to look around the compound.

He glanced around and didn’t seem to care. He picked up a bottle and poured a drink into a glass for me. The moment it reached my mouth, I smelled it—it was alcohol. I would need it badly. I finished the cup quickly and asked him for another.

He didn’t argue; he poured more. I watched his p***s—it was long and intimidating. I took the second cup slowly, drinking bit by bit so it would settle into my body.

The Alhaji sat beside me, staring at my exposed v****a. Before, I would have been shy and closed my legs, but shyness wouldn’t help me now. The alcohol was already warming my body. I looked at him while his eyes stayed glued to me, then I used two fingers to rub myself again.

The drink made it feel even better. Without realizing it, I used one hand to squeeze my breasts and tried to suck my n****e. The Alhaji kept watching as more moisture came out of me. Soon, I felt his hand on my inner thigh, gently rubbing up and down. Whenever he got close to my v****a, he would pull back and return to my thigh.

Just his touch alone was driving me crazy.

My n*****s were hard as stone, more wetness flowed, and he still hadn’t truly started. It felt like I didn’t even know how to touch myself properly. The alcohol gave me courage—when his hand moved away again, I grabbed his wrist and placed his hand directly on my v****a.

If he could do that to my thigh, he should do it there too. He didn’t remove his hand. His palm and fingers stayed pressed against me, except for his thumb.

No one had ever done this to me the way the Alhaji did. He used only his thumb to rub my c******s. Jesus. My head nearly exploded—especially when he suddenly pushed that thumb inside me, pulled it out, and returned to rubbing my c******s. I grabbed my breasts with both hands, squeezing them hard.

I tried to lift my leg from the ground onto the bench, but the Alhaji stopped me and told me to keep my legs wide open.

That was when I knew my real work for the night was about to begin. I had to satisfy him.

He leaned toward me. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he avoided my lips and went straight for my n****e. The moment his tongue touched it, I almost jumped off the bench, but his hand held me firmly. I stayed there while he sucked my breast and I felt fingers entering me. He curved them inside, pressing gently.

The spot he pressed sent a wicked kind of pleasure through me. I held his head with one hand, urging him to keep sucking, while I covered my mouth with the other so I wouldn’t scream.

When my body released moisture onto his hand, I covered my mouth with both hands to hold back my cries. Then the Alhaji climbed onto the bench with me and brought his big p***s close.

I spread my legs wide so it could enter easily. I didn’t struggle—his p***s slid in, and I felt it all the way in my head.

Jesus. It was too good. He thrust slowly at first, holding my body tightly. This wasn’t what I expected—I wanted the hard pounding he gave zara. I didn’t want him to think I couldn’t handle s*x when I was really trying.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and moaned, telling him to do me properly.

He kept asking, “Should I f**k you well?” and every time I screamed yes. Then he changed pace and started pounding me hard. I screamed, “Oh my God, oh my God.”

Soon, he pulled out, and all I could shout was “God, God, God,” before he pushed it back in and shut me up completely. His p***s kept driving into me; I couldn’t speak, only gasp and search for something to hold.

Then I heard a cracking sound—kre, kre, kre—and suddenly, KPA! The bench broke. Thank God I’m thick; I wasn’t injured. As the Alhaji stood up, I stood too. I still needed him.

I bent over immediately and offered myself from behind. He entered me again and continued. I wanted him to hold me the way he held Zara earlier, but he didn’t. Instead, he poured something on my backside and started spanking me. Whatever he wanted to do, I didn’t mind.

So when his p***s slipped from my v****a toward my backside, I braced myself and prayed it wouldn’t hurt too much. When I felt it, my body burned, but it went in. He was gentle, saying he only wanted to open me up for now. As he moved slowly, I moaned softly until I felt more of him inside. I gripped the bench tightly.

He let me adjust before continuing, then finally left me to rest. He said when day breaks, he would come back to take me from behind again.

After he left, I couldn’t sit. I went to the shower and turned on the water to cool my body. While there, I heard faint moans coming from the driver’s room.

They were sleeping with Zara again. I didn’t have the energy to go and watch. She would tell me the story later.

The End.