A Stranger Girl’s Bet

Hi, this is Rajesh, aged 52 years, residing in Bangalore and having my own business. This incident happened 3 months back when I visited my client for a meeting in Mantri Mall, Bangalore.

I had a meeting with a client. He suggested Mantri Mall’s Coffee Day in Malleshwaram Bangalore. After the meeting, I came down to the basement-level parking lot. It was a weekday at 2.30 PM. So there were not many cars parked in the second basement parking.

I inserted the key and was about to turn the ignition on. I heard a tap on the passenger window. I saw a nervous-looking young girl tapping at the window, indicating that I should roll down the glass. I thought the girl might be in trouble. Rolling down the passenger window, I asked, “Any problem?”

The young girl looked back once and, turning back at me, said, “I need to speak with you. Can I come in for a minute, Sir?”

I looked at the girl who resembled Kajol in her younger days, slightly dark-skinned but cute and attractive. “If you are asking for a lift, I am sorry. I don’t give a lift to strangers,” I said sternly.

“No, Sir, I don’t need a lift. That’s my car parked over there. I need to speak to you about something else. I will take only two minutes of your time, please, Sir,” The girl said, showing her hand towards a parked Mercedes parked back.  It was an SUV GLS model and more expensive than my Maruti Breeza.

I saw a few students standing around it, 3 males and 2 females, who all looked like students like her. “Are those guys troubling you? I will call the police if you want,” I said, picking up my mobile to dial the police helpline.

The girl opened the front passenger door, sat and, closing the door, said, “They are my friends from my college. I need to ask a favour from you, Sir.”

“Looking at your Mercedes, I don’t think you need my financial assistance. You have entered my car without asking my permission. Please tell me what you want from me. I have a meeting to attend,” I said, turning on the ignition.

I saw the girl closely now. She was dressed in a college uniform, wearing a white shirt and grey formal pants. It looked like she was studying at a reputed college. She was clasping her hands firmly, sweat on her upper lip. I knew she was hesitating to ask whatever she wanted.

“I have a bet with my friends standing over there that….” She stopped and turned back to her friends standing near her car.

I was now curious and wondered what the bet was. Turning the engine on and the A/C cooling the car, I said, “Look, young girl, I am getting late. Tell me what I should do to make you win your bet.”

“Sir, I am Nisha studying at Christ College, and they are my friends near my car. We had come to watch a movie. In the interval, they challenged me to a bet. I accepted it like a fool,” Nisha said nervously, looking at me.

“Nice meeting you, Nisha. Now, please tell me what your friend’s challenge to you is. If it’s within my limits, I will help you win. But don’t ask for huge money from me. I am not rich like your dad. Seeing your car, I see that Dad is not medium class like me,” I said, patting her hand.

“Yes, Sir, he’s doing ok. Can I call you Uncle, as you are almost my dad’s age? It will be more comfortable for me, Uncle,” Nisha said.

“I know that you are not here to make relations. Please, I am getting late, Nisha,” I said, looking at her nervousness and chuckling inside.

Nisha looked back at her friends and, turning back, dropping her head down, she said in a low voice, “Can I suck your dick for a minute, Uncle?”

“WHAT!?!” I almost shouted.

“Please don’t shout, Uncle. It’s just for a minute. Please help me, or I can’t go and face my friends,” Nisha said and was close to crying.

“Have you lost your mind, young girl? This is a public place. Moreover, I am your father’s age, as you said. How can you ask something like that to a stranger like me? To a man of your dad’s age,” I chided her. I was angry and excited at this young girl’s proposition.

I saw tears flowing down her cheeks and messing with her pretty face. I was disturbed, thinking if anyone came now and saw a girl crying in my car might lead to unnecessary confusion. The blame would be on the man, an elder man like me.

“Please don’t cry, Nisha and tell me what your friend’s stupid bet is,” I said, patting her tiny warm hand and trying to console her.

Nisha looked at me and, reassuring me that I was not angry at her, said, “They challenged me to suck a guy’s dick for a minute in the parking lot.”

“And you accepted it like a fool. Just imagine what would have happened if you had asked another guy. He could have taken advantage of you and asked for something more. Isn’t it?” I said with concern.

“I know, Uncle. I waited for almost half an hour before you came. Seeing you, I thought I could take risks as you resembled my dad. Please save me, Uncle,” Nisha said, and her sobbing stopped.

“What will happen if you don’t finish the task given by your pervert friends,” I asked out of curiosity.

“I have to suck all those three guys till they come, and I have to swallow it too,” Nisha said, pointing towards her friends.

I looked at the three boys and the two girls who were watching us. I felt pity for Nisha on how those boys have trapped her. If she loses, they will have a good time with this naive young girl. Still staring at the group, I asked, “Are they your friends, or do you have a boyfriend?”

“That tall guy over there is my boyfriend, Ajay. We three pairs are a group and hang out on campus and outside. Please let me, Uncle,” Nisha was pleading with me.

I thought of a plan to fool those perverts. I said, “Just bend your head and make it look like you are sucking me. They can’t see what you are doing. They will believe you. If you want, I will vouch for you, Nisha.”

“No, they have a condition. I have to take a video of me sucking and show them I have completed the task.” Nisha said.

“No way. Even if I want to help you, I can’t risk you making a video of me. Now I am beginning to suspect you. No girl in her sane mind will accept to do this, or you here to honeytrap me. Then you are looking at the wrong guy, dear,” I said, getting irritated and angry.

I was excited, too, at the prospect of getting my cock sucked by such a young pretty girl.

“Please, Uncle. I know I am asking for too much from you. I will take only my face and your dick. I will delete the video soon after showing it to them. Please, Uncle, help me. If you are so worried that I am here to trap you, I will show my college id,” Nisha said.

She pulled out her id card from her shirt pocket and held it close to me. The ID card showed her pic. Nisha was a student of Christ College studying 1st year BCA. Her date of birth and blood group. As I guessed, she was nearing twenty in a month.

I looked at her friends and the parking lot. I found no one, and looking at Nisha, I said, “Ok, but remember, I will strangle you right here if you try any tricks on me. I am willing to go to jail for murder rather than rape. Got it, girl.”

Nisha, looking relieved, showed her thumb up to her friend’s. She took out her mobile, pressed some keys, switched on the camera and kept it on the dashboard of my car. I could see my crotch and my thighs on the screen. It was an iPhone the resolution was good.

I was now wondering if I was getting trapped hearing this girl. But my cock was already excited from the prospective blowjob by this cute girl. It was throbbing in my pants. Without wasting much time, Nisha bending, pulled my pant zipper down, inserted her hand into my briefs and caught hold of my cock.

When her warm hand fell on my bare cock skin, it was erected to 8 inches. Nisha, too, was looking shocked at feeling my thick cock in her tiny hand. She tried to pull it out from the pant but couldn’t as the briefs hole was small.

Nisha looked at me helplessly. I unhooked my belt and pant hook and opened the pant wide. Nisha took her hand off my cock, and pulled my briefs down. My cock popped out from the tight confines of the briefs.

I saw Nisha staring at my cock with shock and confusion in her eyes. She held my cock at the base, and her small fingers couldn’t close around it fully. Looking at the tip, it was oozing pre-cum profusely. She said, “My goodness. Uncle, you are huge. It’s thick and big.”

Smiling at her, I said, “What did you expect? A tiny one for my age.”

Nisha wiping the cum from me with her thumb, said,” Yes. I thought you would have a small one like guys of your age. I never expected such a monster from you.”

“Got cold feet on seeing me, Nisha. Your one minute is close, and you are still staring, not doing your task. Shall I put it back?” I said in urgency, wanting her lips on my cock.

Slowly moving her hand up and down on my cock and jerking it. She said,” To be honest, I had 3 boyfriend’s before. They had good-sized dicks, too, but your dick’s girth surprised me, Uncle. I admit, compared to yours, Ajay looks tiny.”

“Do you want to talk or suck, Nisha?” I said, looking at her upper body frame. Her shirt tugged down as she bent slightly, opening up and showing her innerwear. I saw her wearing a white sports bra and found her top assets to be modest, not huge. Maybe B or C cup, which I couldn’t confirm.

Nisha looked at her mobile screen and licked the cum off my tip. Satisfied with what she had captured on her mobile, Nisha took my mushroom head in her mouth and sucked it hard. My body went into a trance as she sucked me like a pro. Her cheeks were pulled in as she sucked my head like a lollypop.

Her breasts rested on my thighs, and I knew she had firm tits from the pressure. I looked at her friends and my car standing far away from us. I saw no one coming or going out in our parking lot. Nisha had gripped my cock tightly at the base and sucked my cock like an experienced one.

I saw her back. The shirt had come out from the pant. I could see her white panties and the top of her ass crack. I wanted to insert my hands in her pant to feel her ass, but I controlled myself. Looking at the time on her mobile screen, I tried to tell her that her one minute was up.

But stopped when I sensed Nisha trying to take my cock deep in her mouth. She stopped when the head hit the back of her throat and moved her tongue around my cock, pleasuring me nicely. I figured out that she was a good cock sucker. I saw her shirt had moved up, revealing more of her back.

I was watching Nisha’s back and the waistband of her panties. I heard some rumbling, and the zipper pulled down. Did she pull her pant zipper down? I wondered. I saw her left hand moving between her legs, and she began to moan loudly on my cock.

I could feel her heavy breathing and moaning on my cock. I knew she was fingering herself as she gave me a blowjob. How badly I wanted to see her fingering her pussy, but I dared not to take advantage of her weakness. My cock was fully wet with her saliva, her tongue sliding all over my cock.

I knew my pant would be spoiled. I saw her ponytail hopping all over as she sucked me furiously. I knew Nisha would not stop. So placing my right hand near her neck, I pushed her upper body up. Nisha got up, taking my cock off her mouth.

Accidentally my right hand slipped down to her bosom and landed on her left breast. Nisha looked at me, face smeared with saliva and cum, unmindful of my hand cupping her breast. I saw her pant zipper open and her left hand still inside her pants. Maybe she was still fingering herself.

Blushing, Nisha said,” OMG, I loved sucking you, Uncle. Did you enjoy it, too?”

Squeezing her breast softly, I said, “Am I a saint not to enjoy such a gorgeous girl like you giving me a blowjob? Of course, I enjoyed it, Nisha. Tell your friends you won the bet and show them the video. Those perverted boys missed a lucky chance. Take my advice and don’t fall into their trap again. You won’t find another Rajesh again. By the way, I am Rajesh. Now zip your pant and leave. I am already late for my meeting.”

Blushing, Nisha pulled her hand from her pant and zipped it up. Meanwhile, my thumb traced her nipple. Even from the thick sports bra material, I could feel her hard nipple. She still had not noticed my hand cupping her breast, or she was ignoring it.

“Uncle, you are still hard. How can I leave you in this state? Shall I suck or give a hand-job till you come,” Nisha said, looking down at my still erect cock. It was glistening with her saliva and moving wildly. Taking my hand off her breast, I inserted my cock in my briefs and pulled my pant zipper up.

As I expected, my pant was wet near the crotch. I saw Nisha taking her mobile from the dashboard and stopping the video recording. I saw her opening the glovebox and pull out some tissue paper. She wiped my pants using the tissue paper off her saliva, which was insufficient.

“It’s ok, Nisha. I will manage. Please go now,” I said, opening the passenger door for her to exit. Nisha looked at her friends and then at me. Holding my neck, she pulled me towards her and planted her soft lips on mine. I was taken aback by the aggression, but my mouth opened as her tongue slipped.

She was kissing me like a bitch in heat and showing it to her friends as the door was open. I inserted my hands inside her shirt, moved up, and caught her breasts in her sports bra. I sensed she was B cup, but her breasts were firm and handful.

She didn’t mind my hands crushing her breasts and kissed me vigorously, holding my neck. I was stunned at her way of kissing and thought I had yet to learn the art of lovemaking. I could not breathe, so I pushed her away, holding her bosom.

Nisha retreated, taking her lips off mine, and smiled wickedly at me. She tucked her shirt inside her pants, wiped her face with the tissue paper and stepped out of my car. Looking back at her friends, she showed a thumbs-up sign. Turning and bending, Nisha stretched her right hand to me.

Taking my hand and shaking it, I said, “It was nice meeting you, Nisha.”

“Same here, Uncle. Hope to see you again, Rajesh Uncle,” Nisha said, shaking my hand, and I felt her thumb pressing my palm. Was she sending me a signal? I thought. But my mind was on the meeting for which I was already late.

Closing the passenger door, changed the gear and drove off, waving to Nisha and her stunned friends.

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