The forbidden patrol

The delivery guy 1🔞 episode 4

That Zara girl is truly something else. She didn’t let me sleep throughout the night. Each time she finished touching me, she would insist that I should also touch her back. When we both got tired, she would start playing with my breasts again. It’s like she really likes my breasts, because the way she would rub and squeeze them wasn’t small. And to be honest, I won’t lie—I enjoyed the way she touched me. Another thing I enjoyed was the way Zara kept moaning.

That girl is very beautiful, and whenever I get close to her, it’s like she becomes even more attractive. The way she would moan and speak to me in her Muslim accent, telling me to keep going, always motivated me even more.

Sometimes I would take control with her as if I were the one in charge. But whenever it was Zara’s turn to take control with that toy she uses, I always found myself begging her, because that girl really knows how to handle it.

If Zara were a man, I’m sure women would even pay her for intimacy. Just a little moment, and this Muslim girl already had me positioned, taking control of me like she had already married me."

I would be screaming and begging her, yet I’d still be enjoying it. What makes it even sweeter is that while she’s having s*x with me, she’s also squeezing my breasts. And she doesn’t stop there—she’ll still spank me on top of it.

We had s*x till early in the morning the second day and we almost finished that bottle of wine Zara brought out from the fridge. But, I don't want to lie, I really enjoy myself and everything Zara did to me.

I wouldn’t even mind coming again another weekend so we can do it again. I don’t have any boyfriend or friends-with-benefits who can help me ‘grease’ my p*ssy, and the way things are going, it looks like Zara is interested in helping me with that.

When I woke up the next day, I didn’t see Zara. I was the only one in the sitting room. So I got up to look for her and went to the bedroom. Zara was there on the bed, sleeping. I wanted to spank her for leaving me alone in the sitting room and coming to sleep in the bedroom, but then I noticed it seemed like something brought Zara into the bedroom — not just sleep.

I looked closely and traced her hand to between her legs. I used my hand to separate her legs. That was when I saw that Zara was holding something she had been pushing into her p*ssy. I stood there watching as she slowly started waking up.

Zara asked why I was staring at her. I pointed at what she was holding. She looked at me, laughed, and asked if I had never seen a vibrator before. Honestly, I had never seen one, though I had heard about it.

But I couldn’t tell Aisha I had never seen it. She would think I was a complete JJC. So I lied that I knew what it was. Zara then asked if she should use it on my p*ssy. I just stood there looking at her. Me, I didn’t agree o. I’ve heard that if someone starts using that thing, they might end up liking it more than an actual penis.”

I didn’t want that one at all. Me that still loves p***s too much. Since I didn’t agree, Zara said we should go take a bath. Both of us went into her bathroom together to bathe. I didn’t even feel any type of way again because of the kind of things we had already done overnight.

We went back into her bedroom and sat on the bed talking. zara had already picked up her phone to order food for us. While we were waiting for the food, we still didn’t bother wearing clothes — the two of us sat there like we had plans to do something again. That was when I asked Zara once more whether she was a lesbian.”

“She laughed and told me again that she wasn’t a lesbian, but she enjoys having s*x with fine ladies like me.

Omo, I blushed when I heard that. You won’t understand what it means for a woman to tell another woman that she’s beautiful.

Zara told me that it’s my breasts she likes the most because they’re just too beautiful and too sweet.”

I kept blushing until I asked Zara to how she started having s*x with women.

This girl doesn’t hide anything from me—she said it began when she entered university. In the female hostel, there were plenty of lesbians. She even said she isn’t a lesbian, it’s just that her libido is extremely high; the s****l urge nearly wants to finish her.

She said the urge got worse after her boyfriend, Yusuf, left her and went to marry another girl in the village.”

She said that Yusuf’s bura was big and long and that he knew how to f**k. I asked her what bura meant, and she told me it’s what they call p***s in Muslim, called bürantashi. I didn’t know it before, but I liked the name. She said Yusuf would use his Muslim strength on her body and could f**k her for like three hours.

Only Yusuf could handle Zara. So, when they broke up, all the other guys Zara dated couldn’t satisfy her. So, when she saw an opportunity to f**k girls in her hostel, she quickly grabbed them and added that to her experience.

As she finished explaining that to me, I began to understand why Zara still went into the room to grab a vibrator to f**k her v****a, on top all the s*x we had done during the night and midnight.

Zara told me not to try Muslim bura, saying my life would be ruined if I started chasing it up and down like something I can’t handle. I began wondering and asked her, doesn’t she enjoy a vibrator more than a p***s?

Zara looked me in the eyes and said nothing pleases her more than a raw, big, long p***s. Ha! As she said it, my body shivered a little because that’s exactly what I like too.

Zara told me that while we were waiting for the food, she would show me some other things about woman-to-woman s*x. I didn’t argue; all these talks were already putting me in a little konji (arousal).

I fell on the bed like someone falling from a mango tree. Then Zara put her head between my legs and started licking my v****a. I was enjoying it, spreading my legs for her even more. She sucked it so well I m0an, and then she came up to kiss me before starting to suck my breasts I was mOan so loud.

I was enjoying everything, but my mind told me that Zara still had another plan for me. It wasn’t long before, when I thought about it, Zara led me somewhere unfamiliar. She began rubbing her v****a against mine. My God! I didn’t even know where the moans were coming from, but Zara and I just started moaning together.

This girl didn’t stop. As she saw that I was enjoying what she was doing, she just kept rubbing her v****a against mine harder. My body was trembling; it felt like hot urine wanted to come out of my v****a. It was like this girl was going to leave me at the bus stop because she suddenly stopped what she had been doing before.

I wanted to ask her why, because it felt like if she continued a little more, I would soon c*m. As she began moving her head toward my v****a, I relaxed again, thinking she just wanted to lick my v****a again, and that wasn’t bad.

The next thing I heard was “zmmmmm.” Before I could even realize what was happening, Zara was already shaking it against my v****a. When it touched me, it felt like I entered heaven and came back immediately. I used my legs to lock Zara’s hands inside my v****a.

My hands began gripping the bedsheet as if I wanted to strangle it. I bit my lips because if I didn’t, the whole flat would know that someone was having s*x in Zara’s room. She used her free hand to spread my legs and position her vibrator properly.

At that point, I couldn’t even speak. I stammered. Everything I wanted to say was stuck in my throat. Zara just kept using the vibrator on me. Before I knew what was happening, it felt like I was blind and deaf at the same time.

I couldn’t see or hear anything. When my eyes opened, I had already squirted everywhere, including on Zara’s face. When I saw what I had done, I felt so embarrassed because even Zara was laughing at me.

That’s why I didn’t want to try the vibrator. See how I’ve embarrassed myself now. Zara asked me if I had ever squirted before.

Squirt? What is that again? I didn’t ask Zara before I acted like a fool. I was just standing there staring.

Zara grabbed her phone and shouted that the delivery guy had been calling her for a while, but she had put her phone on D.N.D. She quickly wrapped a cloth around her chest and went to check if the delivery guy was still at the door. I stayed in bed, waiting for Zara.

As I waited and still didn’t see either Zara or the food, I decided to go check what was happening. By the time I reached the living room, she was arguing with the delivery guy. I said I should go help them settle it. When the delivery guy saw me, he just stopped talking.

The cause of their fight was that the guy wanted to charge extra because we delayed him, but Zara was refusing to pay. Their argument ended when the guy saw me in the room, completely naked.

When Zara looked back and saw me, she looked at the delivery guy, as if asking whether he also wanted to come in, and he began nodding his head.