Hello everyone, I am Honey, a 25-year-old IT professional. This story is a work of complete fiction and revolves around a girl named Janvi, also 25, and her bad decision that changed her life.
Note: There will be context building at the start of the story before the main events.
This story begins in September 2023. After passing out of college in 2022, I joined a startup as a software engineer in Bangalore. After working there for a year, I started working from home and moved back to Indore, my hometown.
As usual, I was working when I suddenly received a WhatsApp message from Janvi.
Janvi: Hello Honey, how are you?!
I didn’t reply to her until evening, as I was still angry about our past experience. She was my schoolmate from the 10th standard, and we live in the same locality. However, I never talked to her in school, as she was pretty, with a fair complexion and a perfectly balanced shape; even at that age, she looked like an angel. I, on the other hand, was the average-looking, skinny, Black Indian guy.
Back in those days, she had a boyfriend named Sameer, who was also in the same standard but a different section. They both were smart and attended the same coaching institute, which is where their love story started. We all were preparing for IIT from the 10th standard itself. In the 12th standard, we got good results and took the IIT exams, but our ranks were low, so we didn’t get into good colleges. I joined a private engineering college in Delhi, and they both opted to take a drop.
The next year, they both got good marks, and Sameer got into IIT Bombay, but Janvi got into a different college. However, she chose to attend IIT Bombay, taking the chemical branch, which she didn’t want at first, just so she could be with him.
Their love was going well at the start of college; they would bunk lectures, go out, and enjoy their first semester. They had their first time together and a good sex life. However, after three months, Sameer didn’t like Janvi’s friends, who were boys, as she had become comfortable and roamed around the college with them. They got into a big fight, and Sameer abused her, using words like “randi” and “kuttiya” (whore and bitch), and broke her with it.
Now, she was in her first year, and I was in my second year of college when we met in an online workshop. From our school group, I already had her number, so I quickly messaged her; she replied quickly, and we had a good conversation about school and other things. We chatted for a month, and she opened up to me about what happened with her and what Sameer said to her. I felt sad for her at that time but was happy inside, as she had broken up with him. She used to ask me to stalk Sameer with my ID, as she was blocked. To build trust, I did it happily.
Another month passed, and she started to share her daily things and photos with me. I was happy, as things were going in a good direction. We even started talking about sex and porn. She told me she had only had sex with Sameer, and it was good. But I told her about the various kinks people have and that there’s a lot more she could explore, from normal sex to gangbangs, from right anal fucking to golden showers. She didn’t reply to those texts, but she didn’t object either. She just said she’d see. She started to take an interest in me and porn. We never did sexting, but I was sharing new things with her daily, and she patiently watched and read all the stuff.
Once, I showed her a picture of a girl with body writing, with “SLUT” written just above her pussy. She said, “WTF is this? Don’t send me this again.” As she got triggered by her past, and her boyfriend had abused her, I said okay and moved on to different things, and she didn’t get angry about the hard humiliation categories, like she wanted to explore but never told anyone. I was happy and thinking that slowly I could make her do all those things.
All of a sudden, she stopped texting me, and her replies became dry. I asked her what happened, and she said she had patched up with Sameer and thanked me for all the good conversations we had and asked me not to text her anymore, as her boyfriend didn’t like it. I became really sad and angry, thinking that I would never help someone like that again.
Now, in the present, she had also passed out of college and was working in a big MNC in Delhi.
Janvi: Hello Honey, how are you?!
As I got her message, the first thing that came to my mind was my last experience with her. I was still angry about what she did previously, but I knew that over the years, she had developed sexy figures, 34-26-38, 5’4″ height with long hair; she looked like a goddess now. I, on the other hand, was still skinny but had a fit body with a height of 5’9″ and a 6-inch tool.
In the evening, I replied back.
Honey: Hi there!! Look who’s back!
Janvi: Hehe, you remember me!!
Honey: How can someone forget beauty like you?
Janvi: Ahh, don’t flatter; I am nothing like that.
Honey: So, what’s up?
Janvi: I am in town; wanna meet?
Because of the previous incident, I didn’t want to repeat it again and get my hopes high, so I asked her directly.
Honey: For what? I don’t want to repeat what you did with me last time (angrily).
Janvi: Do you still remember it? Sorry about that, Honey. I never came back to explain myself. You must be thinking I’m bad and played with you, something like that.
Honey: Yeah, obviously, I spent two months with you, and at the end, you just left without saying a word.
Janvi: Sorry Honey, I will compensate for it, and we can party on me.
Honey: Nah, I don’t want anything from you now; at the end, it’s going to be the same. What about your boyfriend?
Janvi: We broke up after college.
Honey: Why, and I don’t believe in you about breaking up.
Janvi: Na, this time for good; I caught him cheating on me. I just left; there was no fight.
I got happy, as I knew she loved him so much, and if he cheated, she would never forgive him. But this time, I didn’t want to go like previously and slowly.
Honey: Still, what you did last time, I don’t feel like coming, as I feel like second-hand for you.
Janvi: I know you were so good to me a while back; this time, I will be here, whatever happens.
Honey: Na, I don’t trust you now.
Janvi: What will it take to trust me?
Honey: You say last time we had a good, cute moment over text and call, but I don’t want to repeat those; you were already in a relationship for the last 7-8 years. I don’t think you wanted all those things again with me.
Janvi: I want your company again.
Honey: What if you did the same thing you did earlier?
Janvi: I will do anything you want to trust me now (with a smirk emoji).
Honey: So, you remember the things I showed you before.
Janvi: Kinda yes. We can watch it together if you want.
Honey: Nah, not watching this time; do you remember the body writing images I shared?
Janvi: Yes, I didn’t like it.
Honey: Yeah, that one; I want you to write “Honey’s whore” on your boobs and send me a pic now.
Janvi: WTF! I am not doing that.
Honey: Then our chat is over; I can’t trust you otherwise.
Janvi: I know you are angry; we can have sex and can do other things, but I can’t do that.
Honey: Surely, I want to do all those things with you, but that’s the deal-breaker. Message me only with the pic, or else leave me.
Janvi: Okay, whatever; bye.
She got angry and left the chat. I was ready; if she didn’t come back by the next day, I would say sorry and ask to meet, as I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of fucking her. But I also knew that, with our previous incidents, she wanted to explore things, and there was a possibility she would come back, and I would be on the front foot. And guess what, she did.
Janvi sent me a picture in view once mode, and her face was blurred. I could see her beautiful white melons and light brown hard nipples; she had the perfect shape, and with a black marker, “Honey’s whore” was written on her boobs.
Honey: Send me again without blurring your face and in normal save mode.
Janvi: I did what you wanted already.
Honey: No, I need that photo as security, so you can’t leave until I say so.
Janvi: I will not leave; I promise, and I will do anything you ask for.
At this point, I was already on the front foot, and I could see that she would do whatever I would ask with a little push. But I wanted to try my luck and make her my slave instead of just a fuck friend.
Honey: I need it; that’s it. You already know me, so I don’t have to say it will be safe with me; you don’t have to worry about privacy and you getting viral.
Janvi: Still, that will be unsafe.
Honey: I want to keep it, so I know you are mine, and that’s final; we will chat after you send me the picture.
Janvi: Okay, fine.
To my surprise, she sent me three pictures with different angles, where her face and boobs were clearly visible, and “Honey’s whore” was written on her boobs.
Honey: Good, my little slut.
Janvi: Please don’t say it like that.
Honey: What? You are my whore from now on; you will do exactly what I say; there are no ifs and buts; if you can’t, you know what can be done with your pictures.
Janvi: Yes, master.
At this point, she was thinking that I would be playing with her, but in my mind, I had a different idea of how I was going to enjoy her beautiful body.
Honey: Master will meet you on Sunday; come there with a nice dress.
I booked an Oyo room for Sunday and sent her the location.
We met for the first time after college at the hotel; we hugged each other and smiled. She was shy, seeing me, and I was looking at her black outfit, black jeans, and black tight top, where I could see her bra lining; I got hard just by looking at her, and she noticed too. We checked in and went to the room. As we went inside, she hugged me again and started to kiss me, and I gave her back, but stopped suddenly. I had something else in mind.
Honey: Slut, don’t take charge, bitch!!
Janvi: Sorry, master (with a smile).
I asked her to stand in front of me, and I made myself comfortable on the bed.
Honey: Start undressing.
She was in doubt, as she thought the first thing I would be doing is fucking her, but I made my distance from her.
She started undressing; first, her black top; I could see the black bra she was wearing and the huge, perfect melons it was holding. Then she removed her shoes, then her jeans. Now she was in a black bra and panty; I could see her pussy lining and big ass.
Honey: Move around and show me your ass by bending.
She moved around and did bend, which made her ass go upwards; it was perfectly round. I got hard again.
Then, without saying a word, she started to remove her bra and panty. Now she was completely naked; she had a clean-shaved pussy and a fair ass with a little dark lining. She started to come near me.
Honey: Stop, there; go there on the sofa, and spread your legs and pussy for me.
Janvi: Okay, Master.
She was confused, as I didn’t touch her after that first kiss, but she showed no reluctance and was excited about what was going to happen.
Honey: Start masturbating with one hand and play with your boobs and lips with the other.
Now she was getting frustrated; I could see it on her face. However, she started playing with her pussy.
She started to pinch her nipple and finger her pussy; by five minutes, she sensed that an orgasm was coming; I told her not to stop fingering. But in the heat of the orgasm, her body started shaking, and she moved her hand from her pussy from fingering to just holding it. And with an intense orgasm, she exhausted herself and just lay there on the sofa.
I was simply enjoying the show; then I said:
Honey: Did I ask you to remove your finger from your pussy?
Janvi: Sorry master; I couldn’t hold my posture while the orgasm (in an exhausted voice).
Honey: No worries; do it again.
Janvi: What? I can’t now.
Honey: Try.
She touched her pussy with her finger, and it was too sensitive after the previous orgasm. And again, she started fingering slowly.
Honey: You have 10 minutes.
She was finding it hard to masturbate again after the orgasm, but she was doing it. It went for more than 15 minutes to get her second orgasm. This time, she maintained herself and kept fingering while she had the orgasm.
Now she was completely exhausted; she had been on that sofa for 25 minutes, only fingering her pussy; her hand and whole body aching.
Honey: Good slut.
I went near the sofa and opened my jeans zip, letting my cock out; it was oozing out with my precum, and I just put it over her mouth to suck. She took a minute and started sucking it. Now she got the grasp of the situation, that it wasn’t going to be her normal day of fucking.
She was sucking my head only, while lying over the sofa; I adjusted myself a little more to push my dick inside her mouth to face-fuck; as I increased the pace, she started gagging and fell off the sofa. I held her, pushed her to the bed, where her head was near the end of the bed; I took out my bottom completely and inserted my 6 inches into her mouth in one go and started fucking her. Within a minute, she was getting out of breath and hence I had to leave her.
She was not able to move much with exhaustion. Then we went into the missionary position, and I placed my dick on her extra-sensitive pussy after two orgasms; with just placing my dick on her pussy, she jumped, as it must have been a strong feeling for her that she had never experienced yet. She tried to move my dick with her hand, but I took both her hands in mine and gave it a push; in one go, it went completely inside, as it was a damn wet and smooth pussy.
I kissed and started fucking in the missionary position for five minutes. She was moaning loudly because of how sensitive her pussy was becoming, and my dick was making her feel more difficult to hold that feeling; she was building her third orgasm, where I was also nearing the finish line.
We both finished at the same time, and her body was shivering like a grinder this time, giving me a happy time. We lay there naked for some time; my cum was flowing out from her pussy, but she was in no state to clean it.
After an hour, I gave her some water, and we dressed back and got ready to go back.
Janvi: That was too exhausting, Honey.
Honey: I am your master and this is just a start, bitch.
She nodded.
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