I got the call at midnight from the agency.
Some rich bastard in a Bandra high-rise wanted a Hindi-speaking randi for the whole night. They sent me, Priya, the one who talks dirty in Hindi and takes it like a proper slut. I showed up in a tight salwar kameez that barely hid my tits and ass, knocked on the door, and he opened it already hard in his pants.
"Chodne aayi ho?" he growled, pulling me inside. No small talk. He shoved me against the wall, hands ripping my dupatta off, squeezing my heavy breasts through the thin cloth. "Haan, saale, chod mujhe," I spat back, grabbing his cock through his jeans. It was thick and already leaking. He yanked my kameez up and over my head, my big brown tits spilling out, nipples dark and stiff. His mouth latched on, sucking hard while his fingers shoved down my salwar and straight into my wet chut.
"Fucking tight randi," he muttered, two fingers pumping my cunt fast. I moaned loud in Hindi, "Aur zor se, meri chut phad de." He didn't waste time. Pants down, he bent me over the couch, slapped my round ass, and rammed his fat lund straight into my dripping hole. No condom, raw and deep. I screamed as he bottomed out, balls slapping my clit with every thrust. "Le le, harami, meri chut mein jhad ja," I begged, pushing back to take every inch.
He fucked me like a machine, hard and filthy, calling me his personal gaand wali call girl while I kept moaning in Hindi. "Chodo mujhe, bhenchod, aur andar tak." Sweat dripped down my back as he pounded my pussy, the wet sounds filling the room. When he pulled out, he flipped me onto my back on the floor, spread my legs wide, and slammed back in. My tits bounced with every stroke. I reached down and rubbed my swollen clit, coming hard around his cock, my chut squeezing him tight.
He didn't stop. Pulled out, flipped me again, and pushed into my tight gaand with just spit. It burned and stretched, but I took it, yelling "Meri gaand phad de, madarchod!" He gripped my hips and fucked my ass deep, balls deep, until he roared and unloaded hot cum inside me. Thick ropes filled my hole while I shook under him.
We didn't rest long. He made me suck his cock clean, tasting my own juices and his cum, then fucked my mouth until he was hard again. This time he sat on the chair and had me ride him reverse, my gaand bouncing on his lund while he slapped my cheeks red. "Hindi call girl ki chudai mast hai," he grunted. I kept talking dirty the whole time, describing how his cock felt splitting my chut and gaand, until he filled my pussy again.
By morning my holes were sore, cum leaking down my thighs, but I left with a fat wad of cash and another booking for next week. That's how it goes with these call girl sex stories hindi style. Raw, no mercy, just hard desi fucking.
