I spotted her the second she walked into the hotel lobby. Tight black saree hugging her curves, blouse cut low enough to show the swell of her tits, red lipstick screaming fuck me. Anjali, the call girl I’d booked through that shady Hindi site. She looked straight at me, gave a small nod, and headed for the elevator. No small talk, no bullshit. Just the way I wanted it.
We got to the room and she didn’t waste time. Door barely closed before she turned, yanked her pallu down, and pressed those heavy breasts against my chest. “Kitna time liya hai, sahib?” she asked, voice low and thick with that Mumbai accent. Two hours. Plenty.
“Chut dikha,” I growled, already hard. She smirked, hiked the saree up to her waist, and bent over the bed. No panties. Smooth brown ass, thick thighs, and a shaved pink pussy already glistening. She reached back and spread herself open. “Yeh lo, mera tight chut. Aaj raat yeh sirf tumhara hai.”
I dropped my pants and shoved two fingers straight into her. She was wet, hot, and clenched around me like she hadn’t been fucked in days. Anjali moaned, pushing back. “Aur zor se, randi ki tarah.” I finger-fucked her hard, thumb rubbing her clit until her juices ran down my hand. Then I pulled out, lined up my cock, and slammed into her in one thrust.
Her cunt swallowed me whole. Tight, slippery, perfect. I gripped her hips and pounded, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. She talked dirty the whole time, mixing Hindi and English like the filthy whore she was. “Haan, meri chut phad do… bahut badi lund hai tumhara… aur andar tak maaro.” Every time I bottomed out she gasped, her walls fluttering.
I flipped her onto her back, ripped the blouse open, and sucked on her dark nipples while I kept thrusting. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper. Sweat made her skin shine. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers. “Chod mujhe jaise street randi ko chodte ho. Jaldi, jaldi.”
I pulled out, flipped her again, and spread her ass cheeks.
Spit on her tight little hole and pushed my thumb in while my cock went back into her pussy. She screamed into the pillow, pushing back for more. “Gand bhi maar lo… sab kuch tumhara hai aaj.” I switched holes after a minute, sinking into her ass slow at first, then faster. She was loose enough to take it but still gripped like a vice.
We moved to the chair next. She rode me reverse, bouncing that fat ass on my cock, tits swinging. I reached around and rubbed her clit until she came, squirting down my balls and thighs. “Aur… aur… main jhad rahi hoon!” Her whole body shook.
I stood up, bent her over the desk, and fucked her standing until my balls tightened. “Andar nikaal do,” she begged. I slammed in deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her cunt. She milked every drop, grinding back until I was empty.
We collapsed on the bed, breathing hard. She turned, licked my cock clean, tasting her own juices and my cum mixed together. “Abhi time bacha hai,” she whispered, stroking me back to hardness. “Ek aur round?”
I grinned. The night was young, and this call girl knew exactly how to earn every rupee.
