I hit record and the mic picked up every wet sound my fingers made sliding over my cunt. "Hey you dirty bastards, it's your Indian girl back again," I said, voice low and thick with that accent you all love. "Tonight I'm gonna tell you exactly how I got fucked last night while you stroke your cock to my words."
My roommate had come home drunk and horny, and I was already naked on the bed waiting. He didn't even say hello. He just dropped his pants, grabbed my hips, and shoved his thick cock straight into my pussy from behind. I was soaked already, so he slid in balls deep on the first thrust. "Fuck, Priya, you're dripping," he growled, and I moaned right into the phone like I was doing now.
I kept talking into the mic while I rubbed my clit harder. "He pounded me so hard the headboard slammed the wall. Every time his balls slapped my ass I got louder. I told him to fuck me like the slut I am for all you listeners.
He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and drilled me until I was screaming in Hindi and English mixed together."
My fingers were soaked. I spread my legs wider on the chair, pushed two inside myself, and kept narrating. "He flipped me over, shoved my knees to my chest, and slammed back in. His cock stretched me open so good. I could feel every vein. He spat on my tits and rubbed it in while he fucked me, calling me his dirty Indian whore. I came so hard I squirted all over his stomach."
The audio picked up the slick, squelching noises my pussy made around my fingers. I didn't care. That was the point. "Right after I came he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and pushed into my ass without asking. It burned so fucking good. He worked it in slow at first, then started pounding. I reached back and spread my cheeks for him so he could go deeper. 'Use my asshole,' I begged him. 'Make it gape for the guys listening.'"
I was close now. My voice got breathier, dirtier. "He came deep in my ass, filled me up until it leaked out around his cock. Then he made me suck him clean while I fingered my own cum-filled hole. I swallowed every drop like the good little audio slut I am."
I stopped talking and just let the mic catch the sound of me fingering myself fast and rough until I came, moaning loud and long, saying his name and then "fuck, yes, cum for me" like I always did at the end. When I finally hit stop, my thighs were shaking and the chair was wet.
I saved the file, named it "Indian Girl Audio Sex Stories – Ass Full of Cum," and uploaded it. Within minutes the first comments started rolling in. Guys saying they blew their loads in under two minutes, asking for more, telling me how they jerked off to my voice every night. I read them all with a smile, already planning the next one.
Tomorrow I'd record again. Maybe I'd have him fuck my throat until I gagged and drooled all over the mic. Or maybe I'd describe how I wanted two cocks at once. Either way, I'd make it raw, I'd make it loud, and I'd make sure every single listener heard exactly how wet their Indian girl got when she knew they were stroking to her filthy voice.
