Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 78: Bet not meant to win Part-1(R-18)

A few moments earlier,

Rohit was certain she would come. To pass the time, he went inside the bathroom, undressed and applied his special growth oil.

The massage worked quickly, and his member became hard, veins bulging. Just then, he heard a rustle. Opening the bathroom door, he caught Aisha trying to slip his phone into her purse.

He couldn’t help but amuse. Even under leverage, she had the audacity to be this shameless.

’Damn, this is going to be easy,’ he thought.

And so, the event escalated—now she was at his feet, licking his toe.

The sense of power over her helplessness was intoxicating, and he wanted to savor every moment of her humiliation. That was why he suggested making himself climax.

He was certain that no matter what she did, he would stay hard. The effects of the oil were well-tested, and he knew her reaction at the end would be worth it—especially after all she had put him through over the years.

That’s why he unfurled his towel and got ready with his cock.

"Quick," he said with a sharp voice, leaning back on chair as he pointed to the wall clock. "Your thirty minutes start now. Fail, and it’s over."

Aisha was in tears, her mind no longer working. All she could think was, ’How did it come to this?’

She had believed her wit would be enough to strike a deal with Rohit, but not even in her worst dreams had she imagined being treated the same way they used to treat the other girls.

All her bravado had crumbled. Now she felt like a rat cornered by a cat, spared only as long as his mercy lasted.

She wished she could dig into the ground and disappear, but reality was unforgiving.

Then she heard his voice again. Time was ticking, and she had to decide—quickly.

Rohit tossed the towel at his face and said, "Hey, don’t ruin my mood. Wipe that stupid face and drink some water from that bottle." A smug smile lingered on his lips as he spoke.

’Good, at least he’s compassionate. Maybe he’ll let me off if I do as he says, he was a good guy, afterall’ Aisha thought, feeling a flicker of hope. She picked up the towel and wiped away her tears.

Then she reached for the bottle on his study table and took a few gulps. The cool water helped steady her nerves, calming her for a brief moment.

She poured the rest of the bottle’s contents over her chest. Her pale skin glistened as her bra clung to her dress, the fabric turned translucent that highlighted her curves. Her cleavage shimmered under the light, catching Rohit’s eager eyes.

*Clap* *Clap*

He clapped, grinning in excitement. "Oh, Nice—I like the intro." With a flick of his phone, he set some romantic music playing and put it back on study table. "Let’s set the mood, then."

Aisha’s smile deepened, her aura shifted.

Moving her body like a wave, she poured more water down her dress. The fabric clung tighter with every drop, each beat of the music making her form more revealing.

Rohit commented with a sly grin, "That’s quite bold. But I wonder—how will you walk back to your room in those wet clothes?"

Aisha’s smile faltered, her movements pausing for a heartbeat.

She bit her lip, doubt flickering in her eyes—but then she forced herself to continue, resuming her dance with a practiced smile.

She reminded herself: ’As long as he finishes, I can handle everything later.’

There was no way she would truly let him use her body as he pleased, not when she still had a chance to secure her part of the deal before time ran out.

In her mind, Rohit was still the same mediocre loser, a man with no real experience with women.

With a plan forming, her expression softened into a more convincing smile.

She cupped her breasts, pushing them together into a deeper cleavage, then leaned forward in a graceful arc. Her waist rolled in perfect rhythm with the beat, her body teasing with each calculated move.

She turned around, showing her back as the damp fabric clung tightly to her body as a second skin. Moving with the rhythm, she twirled her hips, her curves bouncing in time with each beat. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Her eyes locked onto his as her fingers slowly unzipped her one-piece from behind. She slid it down inch by inch, shedding it like a snake slipping free of its skin. Now, only her bra and panties remained.

Rohit’s eyes glinted with hungry delight, his gaze roaming across the thin straps of her lingerie. But it was her panties that caught him most—so slender they looked more like a thong, barely hiding anything.. and that thick ass jiggle was more inticing.

Aisha traced her hands , down her toned waist to her hips, then bent forward, bringing herself close to his face. The thin fabric stretched across her ass resembled a heart-shaped gem wrapped as gift for display.

*Sniff*

"Arghh!"

Rohit grinned, leaning in with exaggerated theatrics to sniff. "Oh, you’re getting wet... or is that just the water from earlier?"

Aisha’s face flushed scarlet, but she ignored his taunt. Instead, she pressed her pussy closer to his, letting him feel her heat. A shiver ran through her as his breath grazed her most sensitive spot, sending a wave of unwanted pleasure through her.

She rubbed her cunt against his face for a moment longer before finally turning around, then her fingers worked in slow, deliberate motion as she unhooked her bra.

Rohit felt lightheaded, almost dazed. The faint, intoxicating scent of her pussy coupled with the heat made him drool. It’s been a long time since he missed this divine feeling and smacked his lips, whispering to himself, "Damn... this feels like heav..."

Boing*

But his words died in his throat the instant Aisha’s breasts spilled free from their cage. They were round, full, and no less than 32C—the kind that could be enjoyed fully within the hands.

Delicate light-brown , yet small nipples sat atop two modest, beautifully perky tits. His mind couldn’t help but compare: Smaller than Seo-yeon’s... but fuck... just as mouthwatering.

A sly smirk curved Aisha’s lips as she caught the dazed hunger in his eyes. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts against his face, smothering him in warmth and softness.

Rohit’s breath hitched, muffled against her flesh, but he didn’t resist. Instead, he buried himself deeper, greedily pushing his face into the tender cushions, inhaling her scent and savoring the forbidden softness of flesh she offered.

He leaned back for a moment, gasping for air, then pulled Aisha closer by the waist, making her yelp in surprise.

Aisha created a little distance, cupping her twin peaks by bending a little and bringing them forward as the ultimate offering with her left hand.

Rohit asked mockingly, as if seeking permission truly mattered, "You want me to play?"

Aisha nodded, biting her lips seductively while her right hand explored his twitching cock, already hard from earlier excitement.

Slurp*

He licked her nipples with a slurp, feeling her shiver as her soft hand worked him, fueling his arousal.

Rohit cupped her breasts one by one, taking them in his palms and squishing them slowly.

It was a pity that one of his hands was bandaged, but he didn’t let it sour his mood. He continued teasing her nipples, savoring her shivers while he leaned forward for kissing and sucking her lips in slow rythm.

For a moment, he paused, prompting Aisha to open her eyes. She caught him staring straight at her, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he said, "Thanks for the meal." Then he lashed forward, engulfing as much of her left breast as he could, devouring it hungrily.

chu* chu* phwah* chu* chu*

*Squeeze* *Squeeze* *Squeeze*

He sucked her nipple with closed eyes, like a bee drawing nectar, relishing the moment with intense pleasure. His tongue circled the areola in slow, deliberate strokes while he sucked, teasing the sensitive peak.

Meanwhile, his hand cupped and squished the other breast, occasionally teasing her nipple through the gaps of his fingers.

Hic*

Aisha couldn’t utter a word as a lump had earlier formed in her throat from the beginning. But seeing Rohit suck her breasts like a hungry baby made her hiccup.

Thump* Thump*

Her heartbeat quickened against her will, each pull of his lips sending sparks through nerves she never knew existed. She herself wondered if her milk would come out with such intensity.

She could feel his cock twitch in her hand, growing harder and hotter as he relished her breasts.

’The bastard is sure enjoying. Ah! my tits..’

Her face, already flushed, turned even redder at his shameless act.

The tingling between her legs grew more intense and her knees trembled with sensation.

"nnnhh!~" A moan unkowingly, escaped her lips, and she quickly clamped her mouth shut.

Rohit opened his eyes, gave a smug smile, and switched to her other nipple. His fingers on the other hand slid down her back with deliberate pace to reach the end of the fabric.

Stretch*

He pulled the strap back a little, exposing her butt cheeks, then released it. The elastic snapped right back, attacking her cunt.

Aisha straightened instantly with a sharp gasp.

But this was only the start of her torture. She could feel his rough hand on her peachy ass—deliberate squeeze, followed by a quick slap.

"Aaaanh~"

She arched back, body shivering from his bold touch. Before she could react, Rohit already had his hand inside her thong.

Squelch* Squelch*

"Anh~ hah! mmh~"

She pressed her thighs together instinctively, body clinging to Rohit’s face as she grabbed his shoulders for support. Lewd moans escaped while his fingers violated her little pussy. Her hands left his shaft; she hid her face in shame.

It felt wrong but so fucking hot.

Her body trembled as warmth spread where she least wanted it. She bit her lip, hating how her body betrayed her, whispering sensations she didn’t want to acknowledge.

She couldn’t understand why it felt so good when she’d been forced. Somehow the humiliation made the pleasure even more intense than she could describe.

She had thought she held the advantage, but now she was losing herself to the simple act of having her breasts sucked and pussy fingered.

She wondered how this loser could be so skilled. Not a single tooth grazed her nipples, yet he made her tremble. ’The fucker sure has some lucky experience,’ she whined inwardly.

The sensation of his tongue rubbing was so electric; she could feel her core quivering. She feared she might cum before reaching her own goal.

At this point, Aisha had overlooked one crucial fact. Despite all her confidence and acting, she lacked real experience—her knowledge was limited to what she’d seen online.

This was the first time her body felt a man’s touch, and her reactions were pure instinct. The intensity continued for a moment before she regained some control.

Biting her lip, she steadied herself, pulled his hand from her wet pussy, and began to suck his fingers with the lewdest expression she could muster.

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

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A/N: Thank you, JinTian, for the first gift! Your support is deeply appreciated 🎉🥳