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Nisha Begged Me to Keep the Mic Rolling While I Pounded Her

Nisha Begged Me to Keep the Mic Rolling While I Pounded Her

7 min readDesi Sex Kahani

I never thought a simple recording gig would end with me balls deep in the girl I hired but that Thursday in Kolkata it happened. I needed fresh content for my channel so I booked Nisha for a new desi audio sex kahani and told her to come after eight. Rain was hitting the windows hard and my small flat already smelled like cigarettes and cheap room freshener. I had the cheap condenser mic set up on the dining table with foam around it and my laptop open ready to capture takes.

Nisha walked in wearing a loose black kurti and tight jeans that hugged her thick thighs. She was twenty six same as half the girls who do freelance voice work but she had this low husky tone that sold dirty lines better than anyone I had tried. She dropped her bag by the door wiped rain off her arms and asked where the script was. I handed her the printed pages full of moaning auntie dialogue and neighbor bhabhi lines. She skimmed them smirked and said these are filthier than last time bhaiya you really write this stuff alone at night.

She Walked In Ready to Work

We started normal. I hit record and she sat close to the mic leaning forward so her heavy breasts pressed the thin fabric of the kurti. First take she delivered the soft teasing parts then the louder needy ones. Her voice cracked just right when the character begged for cock. After three takes she loosened her hair and fanned her neck. The room felt hotter. She told me the lines were making her wet for real and laughed like it was a joke but her face stayed serious.

I asked if she wanted water. She shook her head and said better if you read the male parts with me live so the timing feels dirty. So I sat opposite her and we ran the scene again. Me growling the husband lines her answering with wet gasps. Halfway through she stopped the take herself. She looked straight at me and said your voice is doing things now I cannot fake this anymore. Then she stood pulled the kurti over her head and dropped it. No bra. Dark nipples already hard. Her breasts sat full and heavy with a little bounce when she moved.

I stared like an idiot for a second then she came around the table grabbed my hand and put it on her left tit. Squeeze it proper she said not soft like some boyfriend. I squeezed hard and she moaned loud enough the mic still live would have caught it clean. She opened my pants without asking. My cock was already half hard from listening to her and it jumped out thick and veiny. She knelt right there on the tiled floor of my flat and licked the head first tasting the precum then took half the shaft in one push. Her mouth was hot and she gagged a little but kept going deeper till her nose hit my stomach.

I held her hair and fucked her face slow at first then harder. Spit ran down her chin onto her bare chest. She pulled off gasping and said keep the mic on I want every choke on the file. That was the moment I knew this was not stopping at oral. I pulled her up bent her over the same table where the mic stood and yanked her jeans and panties down together. Her ass was round and soft with a dark tight pussy already shiny. I rubbed the head up and down her slit and she pushed back trying to catch it inside.

Script Dropped and Clothes Followed

I pushed in deep in one go. She was tight but soaked so my cock slid till my balls slapped her. She cursed loud and told me not to pull out even a little. I gripped her hips and started pounding proper. The table shook the mic stand wobbled and every wet smack filled the room. She kept talking dirty the whole time like she was still reading a script only now it was real. Call me your cheap recording whore she said slap that ass while you use me. I slapped both cheeks red and kept drilling her cunt hard.

After a long stretch in doggy I pulled out spun her around and lifted her onto the edge of the table. Her legs wrapped my waist and I drove back in facing her. Her tits bounced hard with every thrust and I sucked one nipple then the other biting enough to make her hiss. She dug nails into my back and told me deeper you bastard fill it. I could feel her walls squeezing every time I bottomed out. Sweat ran down my chest onto her stomach. The rain outside got louder but nothing covered the filthy wet sounds of me wrecking her.

She came first shaking hard around my cock and squirting a little down my balls onto the floor. I did not stop. I kept fucking her through it till she was babbling half words. Then I pulled out again turned her and pushed her to her knees. She knew what I wanted. She opened her mouth and I fed her the slick cock coated in her own juices. She sucked noisy and messy looking up at me with watery eyes. I warned her I was close and she only sucked harder taking it into her throat. I held her head and unloaded thick ropes straight down. She swallowed most of it but some leaked from the corner of her lips. She licked that clean too then stood on shaky legs.

I thought we were done but she wiped her mouth and said one more round I still feel empty. She climbed onto my narrow bed in the corner pulled me down and spread her legs wide. I ate her pussy first tasting how swollen and used it was. She grabbed my hair and ground on my tongue till she came again quieter this time. Then she flipped onto all fours and told me to take the ass too if I had anything left. I spat on her tight hole rubbed it and pushed the head in slow. She breathed deep and pushed back till I sank halfway. Her ass gripped harder than her cunt. I worked deeper inch by inch till I was fully inside that hot grip.

Mic Caught Every Filthy Sound

I fucked her ass steady and deep while she moaned into the pillow. Every few thrusts she would lift her head and say filthy things about how she would voice even dirtier stories after this. I reached under and rubbed her clit while my cock stretched her hole. She came again clenching so hard I almost finished inside. I pulled out just in time and painted her lower back and the top of her crack with the last thick load. She stayed there breathing heavy ass up leaking and marked.

We lay on the bed after without talking much. The laptop was still recording the whole mess. Later I would edit out the long silences and keep the best moans and wet sounds for a special track but right then I just smoked a cigarette and watched her chest rise and fall. Nisha cleaned up in my small bathroom put the kurti back on without the jeans and said next week same time if you want another session. She left her number written bigger on the script page and walked out into the rain like nothing wild had happened.

I sat there with the smell of sex thick in the flat and the raw audio file still open. My cock was sore my back scratched and I already knew I would listen to those files alone more than once. That night turned a normal voice job into the hardest fuck I had in months and every time I hit play I hear her choking on me all over again. I still hire her when the channel needs fresh female lines and half the time the mic ends up catching more than dialogue. Kolkata nights stay humid and my flat stays ready for whoever walks in next wanting to make dirty audio the real way.

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