The forbidden patrol

Adventure with Alhaji 🔞EPISODE 9

At first, I was confused about why the Alhaji brought Zara and me to a hotel, but quickly I reasoned that maybe he wanted to enjoy us properly before taking us to his house to serve as orderlies for his wives.

But the way the Alhaji and Zara were looking at me, it seemed they were laughing at me. They started speaking Muslim again. I felt a little annoyed that they were talking and I couldn’t understand, but I knew Zara was my friend—she would tell me later what they were saying.

She looked at me and told me to come down from the jeep. Come down how? I needed to find my uniform first—I couldn’t enter a hotel reception with my breasts exposed. But Zara didn’t even bother; she stepped down just like that, without buttoning her uniform. That girl is crazy. She even came to my side of the window and told me that this place was the Alhaji’s house. Fear caught me immediately. A house this big looked like a hotel?

I hurried to look for my uniform so that the Alhaji’s wives wouldn’t catch me on their husband’s p***s. While I was rushing, Zara burst out laughing again. I wanted to scold her, but she told me not to be afraid.

At first, I thought this girl’s madness needed hospital treatment. She was standing outside someone’s house holding her clothes, while I was naked inside the car sitting on a married man’s p***s. Wouldn’t his wives beat us?

Seeing that I didn’t understand what was happening, Zara laughed at me again and then told me that the Alhaji’s wives—his hajjiyas—were not at home; they had gone to Mecca. Only the Alhaji and his drivers were in the house.

That was when my mind finally calmed down. I then wanted to ask why the Alhaji had told the D.P.O. that he wanted us to work as orderlies for his wives. Zara explained that it was because the Alhaji simply wanted to remove us from the police station immediately.

While we were standing at the counter earlier, they had already discussed it, and Zara told him we could manage to come in the evening but would need to leave early the next morning to resume work. But the Alhaji said he couldn’t wait—he wanted to have us immediately.

That was why he went to the station and lied to the D.P.O., saying he needed female officers as orderlies because he didn’t want men around his wives. He even bribed the D.P.O.

After hearing everything, my mind relaxed. I also came down without wearing anything; I didn’t even take my uniform out of the jeep. The Alhaji told his driver to take Zara and me to the swimming pool while he made some business calls; he said he would join us later.

I pitied the driver, because Zara and I were there naked, wet, and he couldn’t touch us. I thought I was the only one who noticed the long p***s inside his trousers until Zara pulled me and asked if I had seen the burantashi the driver was carrying in his trousers.

She told me she must have that guy—she didn’t know when or where it would happen, but she would definitely sleep with him. I also had plans in my head for the driver’s p***s, but I didn’t want to tell Zara yet. I wanted to focus on the Alhaji first. Besides, if Zara connected with the guy, she would include me so I could have him too.

That was certain—she wasn’t stingy.

When we got to the pool, it was very beautiful. There was even a bar and beach-style benches. Zara and I were determined to enjoy ourselves that night.

The driver showed us where to shower before entering the pool and pointed out the shallow part. Zara kept looking at him from the corner of her eye, biting her lip and glancing at his bulge. He looked down at his p***s, then at Zara, and smiled.

I stood there frozen, enjoying the way Zara was seducing him. The guy looked like a gym person—muscular but not very tall. Zara moved closer, put her hand on his chest, and asked if he liked what he saw. He smiled and asked if she liked what she saw too.

He even took Zara’s hand from his chest and placed it on his long p***s so she could feel how hard it was. That was when we heard the Alhaji’s voice saying he was coming to meet us.

I wished the Alhaji would take his time on the call, because I had already started imagining myself kneeling and sucking this guy’s long banana-like p***s.

But what Zara said as the driver was leaving pleased me even more. She told him not to lock his door, because she would come and find him at midnight. We would definitely go to him at midnight—and I would follow.

As the Alhaji approached, he had already removed his clothes, leaving only his long p***s hanging between his legs like he had three legs. That p***s was big.

It made me wonder whether I would still have the energy to go after the driver after the Alhaji finished sleeping with Zara and me. I knew there was no way the Alhaji would sleep with us without us still going to meet that driver at midnight.

That girl had a lot of energy, especially when it came to s*x.

As the Alhaji got closer, we started walking toward the shower before entering the pool. He gave Zara and me bikinis to wear before swimming. It seemed like he had planned everything already—how else would he have these unless he regularly brought girls to sleep with them by the pool?

Zara couldn’t stop talking. She asked him where he got them as she wore hers. The Alhaji said his son kept them for the girls he brought home, that the boy had bought many and stocked the house.

When I heard that, my mind shook a little. The Alhaji had a son who brought girls home to sleep with? I would like to see that boy.

We showered wearing the bikinis he gave us. They barely covered our v*****s and didn’t cover our backsides well. Zara’s was almost like a net. The one covering my breasts was too small—it barely covered my n*****s.

The Alhaji stood behind us, spanking our backsides. It seemed to be what he liked, and we didn’t mind. We all entered the pool, but we didn’t swim. We stood in one spot, enjoying the cool water while touching each other inappropriately.

It was intense. Zara and I couldn’t take our hands off the Alhaji’s p***s—it was long enough for both of us to hold. He didn’t waste time either, pressing our backsides and breasts. Soon, he removed the small cloth covering my n****e and began sucking it again.

My body felt so good. I even feared I might flood his pool with my wetness, but I didn’t care—I wasn’t the first person to be used in that pool.

Zara looked at me and said the Alhaji wanted to talk to us. I wondered why he couldn’t just speak directly. She told me to come out of the pool.

I didn’t argue. I sat on one of the benches. Zara came beside me but didn’t sit; she stood, waiting for the Alhaji, since she was translating for him.

When he joined us, our eyes went straight to his p***s—it was unbelievably long.

He stood beside Zara and spoke in Hausa again. Zara explained that the Alhaji said he really liked me and wanted to keep me in his house as a concubine, since he couldn’t marry me formally.

He wanted me to resign from police work. He would rent an apartment for me and pay me ₦500,000 monthly, excluding pocket money and shopping allowance.

At first, it felt like a dream. I was looking for who would pinch me so I could wake up. I had already been thinking of leaving police work to use my body to hustle—and now grace had found me like this?

I looked at Zaraa to be sure she wasn’t joking. The way she smiled told me I had hit the jackpot. She added that it didn’t mean the Alhaji wouldn’t still sleep with her once in a while.

I didn’t mind—Zara was my friend. The Alhaji could sleep with her anytime, even immediately.

That was exactly what Zara said next, laughing—that the Alhaji wanted to continue now. He wanted both of us.

Hearing that, I remembered how his p***s touched every part of my v****a in the jeep, and I got wet again.

Zara said the man would start with her. She held the bench I had been sitting on, pushed her backside toward the Alhaji, and he penetrated her from behind, thrusting hard. My mind went blank.

In the jeep, we had been riding his p***s, but here he was pounding Zara aggressively.

From the sounds Zara made, I knew he wasn’t in her p***y but in her backside. I leaned back on the chair, pulled my pants aside, and played with my p***y, making it wet so the Alhaji could see. I didn’t even know if I would be able to take his p***s inside me.