The forbidden patrol

Adventure with Alhaji🔞 EPISODE 8

With everything I had learned from this girl—from when she resumed work at our station, to when I went to her house, and from all the things she had told me—it was clear this wasn’t the time to be dull or shy.

So when she asked whether I would like to sleep with the Alhaji who had just passed our counter, I kept nodding my head like a lizard, agreeing that I would. The man was clean, tall, and slim. I imagined that his p***s—what my friend calls burantashi—would be long too.

He looked like someone who had good money, and that was exactly the kind of situation I was looking for now, because this police work had started to tire me. The little Zara had shown me, told me, and done to my body had made me realize I was in the wrong profession.

I shouldn’t be suffering for s*x and money the way I had been—either because I didn’t know how to use what I had or because I was too shy. That was what had been making me suffer.

But Zara had cleared all that away. Now I just wanted to enjoy life, collect good s*x and good money—at least live like Zara, with a fine place to stay.

I didn’t waste time. I opened the uniform buttons I used to keep closed so the Alhaji could clearly see my cleavage. Zara stared at me with her mouth open, asking what I was doing. I laughed and said I wanted the Alhaji to see my cleavage. She burst out laughing and started pressing my breasts just before the D.P.O. and the Alhaji reached the counter.

The man asked what kind of nonsense we were doing. It seemed he didn’t know the Alhaji was staring at my chest. Zara and I quickly saluted, making my breasts bounce on my chest. Everywhere went quiet as I looked at the men.

Their eyes were lost in my cleavage. I nearly burst out laughing while still saluting. When the D.P.O. put us at ease, I made sure to shake my breasts again so both the D.P.O. and the Alhaji would have something to look at.

I didn’t even know what had come over me. I had started turning into a bad girl, and all the things Zara had been telling me were clearly working on me.

When my breasts finally stopped bouncing, the D.P.O. cleared his throat and told Zara and me that we were to follow the Alhaji out as orderlies for his wife at an event.

All my excitement died instantly. How could we be orderlies for his wife, when he had told Zara he wanted to sleep with me? But no problem—the D.P.O. ordered us to leave immediately.

Zara winked at me, and I understood. It wouldn’t be just orderly work—we would definitely sleep with this man before returning to the station.

My excitement came back. We followed the Alhaji to his jeep—a very fine ride. He even opened the door for us, which surprised me. A rich man opening the door for orderlies?

Because Zara never stays still, she went first. I saw the man give her a good spanking on the butt as she entered the jeep. She even said, “Alhaji, please.” I was shocked, but I wanted to level up too, so I rushed in after her so the rich man could spank me as well.

The way his hand rubbed and firmly squeezed my butt made me feel like a prostitute he had ordered. It amused me that this man had just come into the station and ordered two women like that. From the way he grabbed my butt, I was sure Zara and I would sleep with him after the job.

When I entered the car and the AC hit my body, the wetness I already had started to dry, but the desire still remained. The Alhaji entered the jeep with us. I thought he would sit in front with the driver, but he sat in the back with us, right in the middle.

He faced Zara and started speaking fluent Hausa with her. Not wanting to be dull, I rubbed the Alhaji’s thigh as I watched his bulge begin to show. Zara hadn’t lied—this thing was almost as long as his knee. Just seeing it made me wet again.

I subtly rubbed his p***s through his trousers, making him hiss softly as he kept talking to Zara. When they finished talking, I expected Zara to translate everything, but instead she removed his cap and rubbed his head.

The Alhaji turned to me, took my hand from his thigh, and placed it on his p***s, asking if I was afraid to touch it. I smiled—truthfully, I was afraid, because it was huge. As my hand rested on it, it seemed to grow even more. Smiling, he asked me to unbutton my uniform.

I was shocked. We were in traffic. I wasn’t sure my “bad girl” level had reached that point. Seeing my doubt, he said not to worry because the windows were tinted and people outside couldn’t see.

He untied his trousers. His p***s was so long he had to lift it out with his hand. I looked at Zara and saw joy in her eyes—this was what she had been waiting for.

Once the Alhaji exposed himself, I stopped worrying. I unbuttoned my uniform so he could see my breasts. He exclaimed “Allahu Akbar” and began lifting and weighing my breasts one after the other, squeezing them firmly. The AC no longer mattered—I was dripping again.

Soon he stopped squeezing and began sucking my n*****s. I moaned loudly, pitying the driver and my uniform trousers. As I rubbed his head, I noticed Zara had begun sucking his p***s while he sucked my breasts.

It felt so good. I wanted to try too and get closer like Zara. When I grabbed his p***s, Zara stopped and told me to try. I was happy she was such a good friend. I put my mouth on it, but it was too big. Still, I swallowed the head and sucked, while the Alhaji sucked Zara’s breasts.

After a while, Zara pulled my head away and resumed sucking him while the Alhaji returned to my breasts. Then Zara sat on his p***s and began riding him.

The Alhaji sucked one of my breasts while I pressed Zara’s breasts with my hand. Watching Zara ride him made me want to impress the Alhaji too. When she stopped, I pushed her aside and took my turn.

I sat on him facing him so he could see my breasts clearly. I removed my uniform completely, held his hands to my waist, and rode him. Zara spanked me and rubbed my body while the Alhaji sucked my breasts.

I saw people in traffic through the window, but inside the AC I was enjoying good s*x—the kind of life I wanted now. The p***s felt almost too big, but I managed.

I rode him until I climaxed, with him sucking one n****e and Zara sucking the other. When I finally opened my eyes, we were entering a hotel—not his house.