Hello friends, I’m Radha Joshi, and today I’m going to share a true incident that turned my life upside down. This happened a few years ago when I was 22, and I never imagined something like this could happen to me. It all unfolded so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that I was left stunned. But after it happened, the thrill I felt was beyond words. I kept replaying those moments in my mind, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. This was my first sexual experience, and this is my first story.
It was February 14, 2023—Valentine’s Day. I was alone in my flat in Indore, where I worked at a small marketing firm. I didn’t have a boyfriend back then. That’s when I got a friend request on Facebook from a guy named Alok Sharma. I checked his profile and saw he was a senior developer at a big software company in Indore. His profile was full of pictures—him lifting dumbbells in the gym, dressed in a sharp black blazer at some corporate event, or riding a bike. His fair face, deep brown eyes, and toned gym body made my heart skip a beat. His muscular arms, broad chest, and confident smile pulled me in like a magnet. Without thinking too much, I accepted his request.
Let me tell you a bit about myself. I’m Radha Joshi, 5.5 feet tall, with milky fair skin, pink lips, and a slim waist. My figure is 32-28-34. My boobs are small but firm and round, always standing out in tight tops or kurtis. My ass is curvy and attractive, something that made guys in college go crazy. Back in college, tons of boys tried to flirt with me, some even proposed marriage, but I never paid them any attention. But Alok’s pictures did something to me. His stylish jeans, tight t-shirts, and that confident vibe kept pulling me toward him.
On February 20, Alok messaged me, asking to meet at a coffee shop. I was nervous but excited. I wore a tight black top and blue jeans that hugged my figure, my hair loose, with light makeup—pink lipstick and a touch of kohl. Alok was already there when I reached. He looked even hotter in a grey shirt and black jeans. He brought me a cute teddy bear and some Dairy Milk chocolates, which totally won me over. We sipped coffee, chatted, and then went to a nearby mall to watch a movie.
In the movie hall, we barely focused on the screen. We talked about his job, his friends, his life. Alok seemed so decent, almost shy. He didn’t even touch my hand the whole time, which made me think he was a true gentleman. That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. His smile, his deep voice, his confident charm—they kept swirling in my head. I couldn’t sleep. The next morning, I called him. We chatted for a bit, and then I gathered the courage to say, “Alok, I want to meet you again.” He said he was busy with work and couldn’t meet for a few days. I felt disappointed.
Three days passed, and he didn’t meet me. I was getting desperate to see him. My mind was stuck on him, and I couldn’t focus on anything else. Then he said he’d take leave on March 2 and meet me. But I didn’t want to wait that long. He suggested we chat instead. We started talking on the phone at night, then switched to video calls. Our chats slowly got more personal. One night, Alok asked, “Radha, are you a virgin?” I blushed but answered honestly, “Yes, I’ve never even kissed anyone, let alone had sex.”
That night, our conversation took a deeper turn. Alok started talking about sex—what he liked, what turned him on. He asked me about my fantasies. His words sent a strange heat through my body. My pussy started tingling, getting wet. He asked, “Radha, have you ever shown your boobs to anyone?” I quickly said, “No, never.” Hearing the word ‘boobs’ from his mouth sent a jolt through me. Then he said, “Radha, I want to see your boobs just once.” I panicked, but the heat in my body and the spell of his words were too strong to resist.
He said, “Do as I say, and you’ll love it.” I hesitated, saying, “Alok, this isn’t right.” But he insisted. I mustered the courage and pulled off my top. I was wearing a black bra that made my fair boobs look even more tempting. My nipples were poking through the fabric. Alok’s eyes were glued to my chest. Then he said, “Take off the bra too.” I fumbled nervously but unhooked my bra. My small, tight boobs were now bare in front of him. My pink nipples were hard, and my breathing was heavy. Alok stared silently, and I was burning with shame and excitement. My pussy was soaking wet by now.
“Ohh… Alok… what’s happening to me…?” I moaned softly. He said, “Radha, you’re so sexy. Now take off your jeans.” I was completely under his spell. I slid off my jeans, and without waiting for him to say more, I pulled down my panties too. I was standing fully naked in front of him. My fair body, my wet pussy, my firm boobs—all exposed. My body felt like it was on fire. I saw Alok had stripped too. His cock was rock hard, about 7 inches long, thick, with veins bulging and a shiny pink tip. He started stroking it, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
“Radha, rub your pussy,” he commanded. I placed my fingers on my pussy and started rubbing slowly. It was dripping wet. I slid one finger inside and moved it in and out fast. “Uhh… Alok… something’s happening… ahh…” I moaned loudly. Alok was jerking his cock faster and said, “Radha, your pussy is driving my cock crazy. You’re so tight!” His dirty talk made my moans louder. “Ahh… ohh… Alok… what magic is this…?” Within minutes, my pussy gushed with hot juices. I had my first orgasm. My body was trembling with pleasure.
I went to the bathroom, cleaned my pussy, and came back to chat. Alok kept telling me to pose in different ways—rubbing my pussy, squeezing my boobs. I followed his every command. He’d say, “Radha, press your boobs hard… put two fingers in your pussy.” I was lost in the heat, moaning, “Ahh… Alok… this feels so good…” I kept going till 5 in the morning, naked in front of his camera, and then fell asleep in that state. He told me to keep the camera on, and I did without thinking.
The next day, at noon, Alok called. He said he’d taken leave from work and wanted to meet. I was thrilled, my face lighting up with a smile. He asked me to meet at 9 AM at a spot. I got ready and reached on time. I wore a tight red kurti and black leggings, my hair loose, with light makeup. Alok came in a car and took me to an empty house. I was a bit scared but excited too.
I went to the bathroom to freshen up. When I came out, I saw Alok on his laptop. As I got closer, my heart stopped. He was watching a video of me—completely naked, my pussy, my boobs, my fair body all on display. He had recorded our chat from last night. I started trembling with fear. Alok smirked and said, “Radha, should I send this video to your brother? What do you think?” I panicked and pleaded, “Alok, please, what are you saying? Don’t do this.”
He laughed and said, “Radha, do exactly as I say, or this video goes to your brother.” Tears streamed down my face. I begged, “Please, Alok, don’t do this to me. My family will kill me.” He said, “Fine, if you obey me completely, I’ll delete the video.” I had no choice. I was trapped in his web.
Alok ordered, “Take off your kurti and leggings.” Sobbing quietly, I removed my kurti, leggings, bra, and panties. I was standing fully naked in front of him again. I felt ashamed of my mistake, but there was no way out. He said, “Hold your ears and stand in that corner.” I did as he said. He went to the kitchen and started eating something. Then he pulled out his phone and started recording my naked body—my pussy, my boobs, my ass. I cried, “Please, Alok, don’t record this.” He snapped, “Shut your mouth, or it’ll be worse for you.”
I stood there, holding my ears, silently crying. Then he said, “Start doing sit-ups.” His camera was still on. I’d never done sit-ups before, and I was terrified. I pleaded with him, but he barked, “Do as I say.” Shaking, I started doing sit-ups, counting loudly. My boobs were bouncing, and my body was drenched in sweat. After about 15 minutes, I stopped, exhausted. My body was trembling, and I had no strength left. I was completely broken, but Alok was enjoying my misery.
Friends, this was my story of how I got trapped in Alok’s web.