The forbidden patrol

The visit to Zara's apartments 🔞EPISODE 3

If I thought I was bad, Zara is far worse than me. Since the time we shared our stories, I’ve begun to notice that whenever we are at the station, she would sometimes accidentally—or even on purpose—press my breasts.

Sometimes it’s not even a mistake; she would just start playing roughly and press my breasts. I didn’t really know how to feel because my breasts are my selling point.

No man who has seen me doesn’t like my breasts—they’re not just big, they’re also very sexy and well-shaped. It’s like they were made perfectly on my chest. My breasts are also my weak spot. If someone presses them, my body reacts, I get goosebumps, and if they touch my n*****s the wrong way, my v****a gets wet.

Since Zara often presses my breasts, it puts me in a difficult position, and I didn’t know how to tell her to stop because I didn’t want her to feel bad. She’s my only friend at the station, and from what we’ve talked about, she sometimes involves me when she goes out to make extra money. When Zara told me to visit her at her house, I started thinking about it even more.

The way that girl moves around me at the station, always grabbing my breasts, makes me wonder—could she be a lesbian? I’ve never slept with a girl before, and I don’t even want to. I like p*****s. I’m thinking about how I can ask Zara if she’s a lesbian. How can I ask her that question without offending her?

She had told me that she does runs, but she never said that it involved women. From what she told me, she likes big and long p*****s—that’s what she enjoys. That means she can’t be a lesbian.

So I decided not to ask her a foolish question. I just stayed quiet as we began picking a date for me to visit her house. We planned that I would bring my nightgown to the station, and when we were off duty,Zara and I would go to her house to sleep, then we could chill together the following day, which was our day off.

That plan wasn’t bad. I put my nice nightie in my bag and brought it to the station. That day, seeing Zara was so happy made me wonder if I would end up spending the night at her house.

We left the station and booked an Uber to Zara’s house. She lives in a self-contained apartment with a room and a parlor. The place was very nice. You could tell that Zara has money. From the things inside her house, anyone could tell that a Sargent salary alone wouldn’t be enough to run it.

I began wishing in my mind that Zara would quickly show me how it’s done so that I could also learn and improve. I didn’t even have a boyfriend.”

"I was tired of relationship issues. Whenever a man was with me, he would already have slept with me, sucked my breasts thoroughly, and then still dump me. I don’t like to think about it. But after all those encounters that didn’t bring in money, now it’s time to focus on those that will improve my status.”

I first found a space to sit down. Zara told me she was coming. She went into her bedroom to take off her uniform. When she came back, she was wearing only a sports bra and panties. She went to her fridge and bent down to look inside.

I wanted to tell her not to worry, but when I saw the bottle of wine she brought out, I froze. It caught my eye, and I wanted to taste it. She brought two cups in front of me and poured it.

I started sipping, and Zara told me she wanted to shower. I also wanted to shower and wash all the sweat off my body, but I decided to wait for Zara to finish first. It wouldn’t make sense for us to shower together in the bathroom.

Before Zara finished her shower, I had already finished my wine. It was really sweet. When Zara came back to the living room, she was wearing a kimono, but she didn’t tie it in the front. I could see her n*****s through her new sports bra, and I could also see her new panties.

I told her I wanted to shower. Zara led me to the bathroom. As I walked behind her, looking at her butt, I felt a strange excitement—it didn’t even look like the same butt I saw earlier when she was taking the wine from the fridge.

I pulled my eyes away and focused on the bathroom I was entering. Wow, Zara’s bedroom was also beautiful—the big bed, the lighting, the dresser, the large standing mirror. Everything was so nice. It wouldn’t be bad if I lived a life like this. Zara handed me a towel and stood watching.

I started looking at her. She then asked if I wanted to take off my clothes. I told her I would do that inside the bathroom. She said okay and went to the sitting room. I began thinking again, wondering if Zara was a lesbian because why would she stand there and ask if I wanted to take off my clothes?

When I entered the bathroom, wow, the place itself was beautiful.

I turned on the shower and let the water pour over my body. The water was cold, and it made my body tense. I didn’t even notice when my n*****s hardened, but as I tried to wash my breasts and my hands touched them, I almost moaned.

My body felt so good. I didn’t even realize when I started pressing my breasts with both hands.

I took myself to another level, I prëss my n¡pples. "The water was just pouring over my body, and I knew that my honey pot was getting wet, I was feel it. I put two of my f¡ngers inside my Vpot and begin f¡nger myself. It felt so good but, I was looking for something better.

I needed a big pen¡s . I have to give up.I wrapped the towel Zara gave me around my chest and went out with the towel Zara gave me. The towel couldn’t cover me properly because my breasts are big, and it was too small.

When I reached the bedroom, I realized I hadn’t brought my bag. I held the towel with one hand and went to the sitting room to get my bag. Zara had already poured another cup of wine for me. She was sitting on the floor, using a duvet to cover herself while watching a film. I quickly grabbed my bag, ran back to the bedroom, and put on my nightgown. I couldn’t wear a bra at night.

I just wore my short nightie and panties. When I finished, I looked at myself in the mirror—I was a hot girl! My breasts stood side by side on my chest. I went back to the sitting room to join Zara watching the film.

I even sat down beside her. We started gossiping about all the officers at the office. Zara told me that one day the D.P.O. had tried to corner her in his office. That man is useless.

He had tried to touch my breasts many times, but I always turned my face away. Zara laughed and said the boss didn’t even know that the breasts on my chest were actually hers.

I was laughing, but Zara actually put her hand on my chest and pressed my breasts. At first, I stayed quiet, trying to figure out what was happening.

This wasn’t a mistake or a joke. The first time she squeezed them, she just squeezed them over my nightie. But the second time, she put her hand inside my nightie and grabbed my breast from the n****e side before squeezing it. Oh my, I moaned and could feel my panties getting wet. Zara didn’t stop—she just kept squeezing my breasts. I was there asking her what she was doing, like I didn’t know, until she finally started kissing me. I couldn’t ask her what she was doing anymore.

She was kissing me and pressing my breasts. My body felt so good, and my panties were wet. I didn’t even notice how my nightie had turned strapless. I didn’t even realize when she had removed the straps from my shoulders. Before I knew what was happening, the duvet Zara was using to cover herself had come off. The girl was naked.

Her kimono, bra, and panties that she was wearing before—I had no idea where they were.

I didn’t even know where I was until my back touched the ground and Zara started climbing on me, sucking my breasts. I just used both hands to cover my v****a. I didn’t want Zara to see that I was already wet. This girl was sucking my n*****s like a baby."

It was turning me on, but I only realized it when I felt her hand around my v****a. I held her hand. She looked at me and asked why. I told her that I had never been with a woman before and that I wasn’t a lesbian. She looked at me and said she wasn’t a lesbian either. ‘You’re not a lesbian, so why have you been sucking my breasts all this time? Is that why you want to touch me down there?’

I was thinking about all this in my mind when Zara started sucking my breasts again. I kept telling her that I didn’t want to do it again because I wanted a p***s. None of this would satisfy me. I didn’t know that Zara already had a plan for me. I began to feel something entering my v****a. It wasn’t a finger—it felt like a p***s, but it wasn’t a penis."

Before I even realized what was happening, I couldn’t breathe properly. Aisha started having s*x with me using something I didn’t recognize. I couldn’t even complain because it was touching my body. She soon took it out and put it in my mouth for me to start sucking.

Oh my, I was sucking my juice from this plastic p***s. Zara told me to bend over the chair, and she started touching my v****a again. When she finished with my body, she put the p***s on me and told me to f**k it too.