Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 79: Bet not meant to win part-2(R-18)

Rohit’s grin widened as he jerked his dick. "Yeah, how about you suck out my juice?"

Aisha felt disgusted and turned her head. "No... I can’t. I’m sorry."

Rohit frowned. "Okay... do your thing then—" He leaned back with his hands behind his head. "But if you fail, I will make you swallow."

Tick* Tick*

Aisha glanced at the wall clock—it was already past ten.

She removed her thong and tossed it aside, then straddled Rohit, trapping his dick between her slender thighs.

"urgh~"

Rohit groaned low in his throat. The movement without penetration was surprisingly more enticing.

Her soft thighs clamped tight around his cock. Her pussy lips, dripping with juices, slid along his shaft, making him pulse harder with every slow rock of her hips.

The pressure was maddening—his thick cock trapped between her thighs, but she didn’t let it enter yet.

Instead she rubbed her wet cunt against his cock, getting more feel as her slick lips parted around the veined length.

She leaned in and sucked his nipples with slow, wet pulls of her mouth, causing him to flinch a little. Her soft hands glided up his broad chest in teasing rhythms at the same time.

"uhmm~"

Each glide of her pussy, each flick of her tongue, each brush of her fingers sent fresh jolts through him. His cock throbbed harder between her thighs, precum leaking steadily as she kept the slow, torturous massage going.

The momentum continued for a while, engrossing both of them together.

"hhah... aaah ..."

"nngh"

The friction was obscene: her swollen clit dragging over the ridge of his head, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through both of their cores with each pass.

schlick* schlick*

Her both hands gripped his cock, fingers overlapping. She stroked in rhythm with her hips. Her fingers pumped him hard. Thumbs circled the slick head on each upstroke, milking beads of precum that blended with her juices, making every glide slicker and louder.

Rohit was thrilled by her boldness. He cupped her ass with his right hand, pulling her closer to increase the friction. His index finger found her asshole and slid inside.

"Anhh~"

She arched back from the sudden assault, only to have Rohit’s mouth crash against hers. He devoured her lips, then her tongue and the insides of her mouth. Her mind reeled as her whole body shivered.

At this point, Aisha had completely lost her mind. She wanted to take control, but eventually surrendered, wrapping herself around Rohit.

She kissed him deeply while twerking her hips, rubbing her pussy against his shaft.

"mmh~"

"mmh~"

Their mouths explored each other’s boundaries as their tongues battled for dominance, saliva coating both of them.

Rohit’s chest pressed against her enraged and erect nipples, sending waves of indescribable pleasure through her. Unable to take it, she quivered hard.

squirt*

Her hips bucked wildly as she released a hot gush of liquid all over his cock while straddling him.

"haahng... hahng..."

She felt exhausted as she rested on his lap. Her face turned even redder when she realized what she had done, and she quickly hid it.

Rohit smirked. "I’m not complaining if you need a rest, but time is ticking."

Aisha peeked through her fingers at the clock. It was already past twenty—she had only ten minutes left.

Hic*

Rohit’s dick was slick with her juices, twitching erect as if determined not to lose control.

Finally, reluctantly, she kneeled and wrapped her hands around his cock. She stared at the meaty size with blank gaze.

The sheer size was intimidating, threatening to overwhelm anything that might try to engulf it.

Her hiccup stopped automatically as she debated whether to take him in her mouth—but the most pressing question remained: would it even fit?

She closed her eyes and brought it near. The musky scent of her own juices filled her with dread, but she tried for a take all in a deep throat

cough* cough*

and failed badly by coughing out loud.

Rohit guided, "Easy... little girl. It’s sensitive. Take only the tip for starters, and treat it like an ice cream before you go deeper. Can continue jerking the rest of the shaft."

*lick*

She nodded and licked the pink bead. Her hands still sliding up and smoothly, up and down.

The taste was bland, but the tautness of the veins made her fingers and lips react. She licked more, feeling a growing excitement. Glancing at Rohit, she saw him groaning, "Hell, yeah... keep going."

She felt even more encouraged, as if doing better would earn her a reward. With renewed focus, she licked from top to bottom and back again, coating his cock once more with her saliva, teasing with her tongue before taking him into her mouth.

She couldn’t take more than two inches, but Rohit gave her a thumbs-up in approval.

"hmm~"

slurp* Slurp*

Her cheeks get hollowed and flushed even redder as she moved her head slowly in and out.

"mmph~"

Her hands drifted unconsciously to her own pussy, fingering herself, and she moaned in pleasure, momentarily forgetting that this was only a trial, not the real act.

"uhhmm~hah.."

Rohit felt a surge of satisfaction knowing that her bitchy cousin was finally giving him head. Her once-foul mouth was now doing exactly what it deserved, and she looked even more provocative with her saliva slicking his shaft in preparation for the main event.

To be honest, he was already on edge, tempted to guide her for deep-throating, but he restrained himself, watching as she neared the end.

It was only with a few minutes left that he patted her head. "You’ve got only five minutes, and I’m not anywhere near the end."

The realization hit her hard, and she tried to take him deeper. She barely managed four or five inches before gagging again, coughing repeatedly. The cycle repeated three or four more times, and she moaned in desperation, "Why aren’t you cumming?"

Rohit grinned with a manic laugh. "If your hole ain’t tighter, how’s that my fault bitch?"

A risky idea struck Aisha. With only four minutes left, she didn’t overthink it—she just went for it.

She licked Rohit’s dick, coating it thoroughly with her saliva. Rohit was surprised by her sudden intensity, but his smirk stayed in place—he was confident about the outcome.

Then she turned and bent down on the floor, exposing her wide hips. "Please... put it in my ass," she whispered.

Rohit frowned. "You’re serious? Not your pussy... but your ass?"

She remained adamant. "I don’t want to lose my virginity. So please..."

Rohit felt amused, but he complied. He stood up, spat on his palm, and gave a sharp spank to her curly ass, watching it jiggle with satisfaction.

"Aaanh! What are you doi—?"

Her words choked off mid-sentence as Rohit poked his thumb into her hole, stretching it open. "Don’t worry," he said. "Just checking the engine before I ride it."

He stretched her ass wider, adjusted his cock, and pressed the tip slowly into her hole.

"Aaaannh!"

Aisha shrieked and collapsed forward onto the floor, not expecting him to be so rough.

He pulled out instantly and tried again.

"Fuck... so tight." He felt the outer rings clinging to his foreskin, refusing to let him in. He’d assumed it wouldn’t be an issue since she was used to 7-inch dildos there—but his expression changed when he felt how truly tight she was.

He could barely get three inches in before she cried out. It wasn’t lubricated enough.

"Aanh... fuck, it hurts. Take it out. Please..."

By this time her whole body was trembling.

Rohit stopped and fingered her hole gently to ease her, trying to slide slowly in and out, but it didn’t work.

Finally he suggested another approach. "I can help you with your goal, but not this way. I’m losing my mood."

"Hmm," Aisha agreed, half exhausted, her breath ragged and uneven.

He instructed her to lie on the bed , letting her head hang over the edge.

Once she was positioned, he guided his shaft to her mouth and pushed in deep, forcing her throat to take almost every inch.

"mmmmm, nnnnnnnh"

The faint outline of his thick cock bulged visibly against the skin of her neck, hollowing in and out with each slow, deliberate thrust.

Once the momentum built, Rohit pressed one leg firmly against the bed for leverage and increased his speed.

Creak* Creak*

His hips snapped forward harder, driving deep with each thrust, the rhythm turning relentless and punishing. The bed creaked under them as he fucked her faster, every stroke slamming home, filling her completely.

Aisha’s eyes flew wide as Rohit used her mouth like a pussy. Her throat bulged with each deep thrust, saliva pouring out uncontrollably—thick strands spilling from the corners of her lips, dripping down her cheeks and chin.

She tried to slow him down, wrapping her arms around his hips, fingers digging in desperately to limit how far he went.

It backfired.

The pull only drove him deeper. His cock sank further into her throat, choking her completely. She gagged hard, her body jerking, eyes watering—as panic flooded her.

*Glugg* *Glg* *Glugg*

Rohit used her head like a rag doll, thrusting into her mouth with vigor. His balls slapped against her nose with every deep plunge as he felt her hot, ragged breath against his skin.

If face-fucking had a rating scale, this scene would be a solid ten.

Her breasts jiggled wildly with the motion. He grabbed one and squeezed hard, fingers sinking into soft flesh. The wet heat of her mouth and the tight, squeezing throat finally gave him the grip he’d craved since the start.

It sent a strong jolt of pleasure straight to his core as he lost himself in the rhythm.

As he hit the edge, he pulled back and shoved in with all his might, releasing thick ropes of cum down her throat—at least four heavy spurts in a row.

Splurt* Splurt* Splurr* splur*

His semen flooded her mouth and overflowed, spilling over her nose and face in sticky trails that trickled down.

She was forced to swallow it as tears fell through her eyes, but she felt a relief that finally she made him cum.

*Cough*cough*

She quickly patted his legs, and he withdrew. She coughed out , expelling some of the remaining fluid in her hands.

Then the heart-breaking announcement rang in her ears. "Oops, seems you lost by a minute," Rohit said with a grin.

She felt a wave of betrayal as she glanced at the wall clock, which clearly showed one minute still in her favor.

With the video as leverage, Rohit had never been bound to play by the rules. At that moment, she realized, ’This bastard never intended to honor his part of the deal.’

Rohit had a smirk on his face. In front of him, Aisha was panting, sitting naked on his bed. Her face was smeared with all of his semen she had failed to swallow.

Her body shook—not from weakness but rage. Her fists curled tight as her voice cracked with fury."You bastard... how could you? You call yourself a man? You promised—"

Rohit cut in,"So what?" He put his hands on his waist. "I only borrowed one of the little tricks you once played on others. Did the boomerang hit you harder than you expected?"

Aisha froze.

His words stabbed deeper than the act itself. She remembered—how she and her friends once cornered a junior, tricked her into humiliating herself, then recorded it and laughed for weeks. At the time, it was just a prank. Now, sitting on the receiving end, it didn’t feel like a joke at all.

Her lips quivered, but no argument came. He had stripped her last weapon—the right to play the victim.

Despair seeped through her chest, smothering her anger, choking her breath: "This can’t be happening... it can’t be..."

But the whisper dissolved into nothing, and her world went dark.