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Tale of Geeta - 1
by Spiccato (suprapubic_cystotomy@yahoo.ca)
***
This is the first of the Tales of Geeta, wherein we
learn how and why she embarks on a career as a massage
parlor girl, rubbing and tugging for fun and profit.
(M+/F-teen, inc, 1st, oral, mast, prost)
***
Geeta's arm began to tire as she worked her hand up and
down her customer's rock-hard penis, trying hard to
give him the release he desperately craved. But he'd
been drinking before he dropped by the massage parlor
where Geeta worked. Geeta often wondered why it took
longer for men to cum when they'd been drinking. She
preferred the sober customers, not only because they
were more polite, but also because without the effects
of alcohol in their system, men were so much easier to
manage.
Geeta was often able to have the man thoroughly jerked
off, showered and sent on his way in less than 20
minutes. A fast turn around time was what this business
was all about, that and of course repeat customers. And
Geeta had a lot of clients. She was also seventeen
years old. She had masturbated literally thousands of
men to orgasm (she knew this for a fact - she kept a
detailed diary).
At the busy small-rise office building in which she
worked after school, she would often see a half-dozen
customers before it was time to leave, getting home in
for dinner at 6. And she'd often work a shift on
weekends, sometimes two. She tended to see her good
customers during the weekdays. Her work was located
near the airport, and on weekends her customers were
usually Americans, visiting Toronto on business.
Geeta felt the customer pawing at her breasts – he'd
paid extra for her to be topless. It was rare for a
customer not to have her at least partially naked. She
often received customers while wearing her high school
uniform – a simple white blouse and kilt. Her 38C
breasts were very prominent under the blouse, which she
wore with the ends tied together around her waist,
leaving her midriff exposed, and causing her breasts to
stand out.
The men thought it was great that she was pretending to
be schoolgirl, and often remarked that she looked young
enough to be believable, most never realizing that the
girl stroking their cock was a student at Our Mother of
Divine Mercy Secondary School. Only a few special
customers knew this about Geeta.
Perhaps a change of scene would make this customer cum
faster. Geeta moved from the side to the end of the
table so that she was over the man's head. Now she had
to bend forward to reach his hard cock, and her breasts
fell over the man's face. Immediately he began to
suckle one nipple, then the other, squeezing her
breasts as if he were trying to milk them.
"That's more like it," thought Geeta. "I'll be through
with this one soon."
As she so often did when a man suckled her, she thought
back again to her first time. She had just turned
fourteen, and was at home watching TV with her uncle.
Her mother had been in the kitchen cooking dinner. Her
father wasn't home yet, and they had visitors – her
mother's younger sister, Lakshmi and the sister's
husband, Raj. Lakshmi was in the kitchen helping
Geeta's mother cook dinner. Lakshmi and her husband
were both twenty-eight years old.
Raj was an investment banker in downtown Toronto. He
was the star of the family, earning very good money. He
was also a pervert, as Geeta discovered when she felt
his hand curl over her breast. At first she froze in
horror, then tried to push the hand away, but Raj kept
trying to cup her breast. Geeta leaped up in shock, and
ran from the room. She avoided her uncle the evening,
and later when he'd left with Lakshmi, she got her
mother alone as soon as she could and told her all
about it.
"You stupid little tart!" her mother hissed in Hindi,
as she rocked her daughter's face with a stinging slap.
"Are you stupid? Do you want to cause a lot of trouble?
You shut up about these things, you don't complain – I
don't want to hear it. Just stay away from men, missy,
and they won't touch you. But if you sit next to them
in a room alone, what do you expect? You're fourteen
now! Use your head!"
Geeta had fled to her room, crying. Geeta had hated
living at home for some time now – a million rules,
oppression, and her parents' unbelievable fixation with
knowing where she was twenty-four hours a day so that
they could keep the boys away from her. "You don't want
to be like those Canadian girls!" her mother would warn
(in their parlance, "Canadian" was pejorative.
"Canadian" girls were white, painted their faces,
smoked, got bad marks in school, slept around on their
husbands and got divorced). "Stay away from boys – if
you mess around with them, how will we ever find you a
proper husband when it is time to get you one from
home?"
Yes, this was the parental plan for Geeta – she was to
live in despair at home, until it was time for them to
find her some lout from India they didn't even know,
whom they would then force her to marry so that she
would have the same misery as an adult that she'd
experienced as a child.
Presumably Geeta was to raise her own children the same
way so that the cycle would continue. Geeta had been
enraged at her mother's hypocrisy, protecting her
daughter from boys at school (whom Geeta could handle
herself no problem), yet leaving her at the mercy of
her uncle. She'd decided there and then that she would
take control of her life. She would never again look to
anyone for protection.
And so the next time her uncle came visiting, he found
her again on the couch in the family room downstairs,
watching television, and he sat down next to her. He'd
been worried – after her reaction last time, perhaps
she'd told her parents. But Raj had heard nothing –
there'd been no angry calls from Geeta's mother, nor
had his wife said anything, thank God. And so he wanted
to sit with Geeta again, not with the plan of doing
anything to her, but in the hope that he could pretend
nothing had happened before.
"Hello Uncle," said Geeta, giving him her beautiful
smile that made him leap inside. "Can I get you some
tea?" He accepted her offer and waited downstairs while
the tea was made. Lakshmi and Geeta's mother were in
the kitchen, just starting dinner. Indian food takes a
very long time to prepare from scratch. "I'm just
getting Uncle some tea and a snack," said Geeta.
She knew her mother would approve – her daughter was
finally growing up, learning to act responsibly by
taking care of men without being told. Geeta knew that
if she was attending to her uncle, her mother would not
expect her to help cook dinner. It would be a solid
ninety minutes before dinner was ready.
She brought the tea down to her uncle, setting it on
the coffee table. She turned as if to leave. "Oh do
stay, Geeta!' said her uncle. She pretended to
hesitate, then sat down next to him, her hands folded
primly in her lap. He tried to make small talk with
her, and she shyly answered, and as the stilted
conversation continued, he moved closer to her on the
couch, and in no time his hand was touching her breast
once more.
"Uncle, you mustn't!" reproved Geeta. "What if someone
should come downstairs?" But she made no effort to
remove the hand that was now cupping and even kneading
her breast. Although Geeta was very young, she had an
intuitive understanding of men. If she'd really wanted
to keep her uncle away, she'd have expressed disgust,
but she knew that by raising a mere practical objection
to her uncle's advances, she was only encouraging him.
"No one will come down for at least an hour or more,"
said her uncle, one hand now firmly cupping her left
breast, his other hand stroking her hair. Geeta let him
push her gently back against the couch, all the while
softly protesting. "You mustn't uncle this isn't right
please stop before I get in trouble..."
"You won't get in trouble sweetie I promise!" whispered
her uncle, who now kissed her gently on the lips. Geeta
placed both hands on his chest, pushing against him,
but making sure that she didn't use enough force to
really fend him off. She turned to face him slightly as
she pushed, so that her back was no longer against the
couch. With nothing to hold her up, she found herself
being pushed down onto her back, her uncle over her,
their lips together, his hands wandering. She turned
her head to one side.
"Uncle what are you doing to me? You have to stop! I'm
fourteen. I've never kissed anyone before! They might
hear us upstairs!" She kept her voice in a whisper so
that her uncle would know there was no danger of their
being overheard. Her head tipped back, exposing her
throat as Raj tongued her neck, mad with lust for the
beautiful young girl beneath him.
Even through her bra and blouse he could feel the
nipple he was holding becoming rock-hard. He hadn't
planned to do any of this. It just happened, and now he
couldn't stop himself. He was relying on Geeta to run
away, but here she was beneath him, trapped by his
weight. She wasn't going anywhere, and now his lips
were on hers again for a long kiss, interrupted
frequently by Geeta's urgent protests, which were
whispered and ineffectual.
Raj now lay side by side with his niece, his right hand
between them clinging to a very full teenage breast,
and now his other hand snaked up her back, gently
stoking her spine, marveling at the strong, firm flesh
beneath his hand.
"Oh Uncle you can't do that you just can't oh stop! Oh
ohhhh!" moaned Geeta as she felt the wandering hand
undo the clasp of her bra while Raj's other hand easily
undid the buttons of her school blouse. Now for the
first time in her short life, her breasts were exposed
to a man, and Geeta was on her back, her uncle kneeling
on the floor beside her, kissing her.
"Uncle we shouldn't be doing this," said Geeta, her
arms now around him, "It's wrong!" But her voice was
still only a whisper, and she was now talking of
something being done by 'they', not 'he', and her arms
were around him, one hand on the back of his head as he
began to lick her nipples. She felt herself start to
melt inside.
"No, Uncle, no please don't oh Uncle you mustn't oh
Uncle ohhhhh," she moaned as she felt her breasts being
squeezed, the skin tautening and making her nipples
stick out even more as her uncle began to suck on them
now.
Raj did not understand what was happening. His niece
was repeatedly voicing objections, trying to move away
from him, yet not doing what really needed to be done
if she was to stop him. He figured that she was too
scared about attracting the attention of the adults
upstairs. He had no idea about who was really in
control. It was therefore with a mixture of lust and
trepidation that he began to move a hand up his niece's
kilt.
"Oh Uncle you mustn't put your hand there," complained
Geeta. "I won't let you touch my leg!" and she moved
her left leg out from under his hand. This stopped him
touching her leg for the moment, but of course it meant
that her legs were now splayed wide. Geeta now lay
beneath him, her kilt gaping open, and now his hand
gently cupped her mound, Geeta gasping with genuine
shock as Raj's fingers began gently to stroke up and
down through her underwear on the lips of her cunt.
"It's dirty for you to touch me there, Uncle, please
don't..."
But now Geeta was having trouble even pretending to
resist. She moaned softly in her girlish 14-year old
voice as the gentle touching continued, and arched her
back up in response to her uncle's renewed suckling at
her nipple, her hand at the back of his head pushing
him against her.
Raj could feel her really responding to him and was
wondering just how far this would go. He was encouraged
to see Geeta's hips now moving up and down under him,
and so he slipped his hand underneath the panties,
touching now the moist virgin vaginal lips of the
innocent schoolgirl, his hand easily sliding up and
down, his niece wet, and now be began to touch her
clitoris.
"Uncle oh what are you doing to me down there?
Shouldn't we stop? Oh uncle do stop before someone
catches us!"
"No one will catch us," assured Raj. "Lift your hips,
sweetie!" He was gratified to see his niece comply
instantly, and he effortlessly slid her panties down
her legs. He sat her back up on the couch, kneeling
between her legs, and began to kiss her again, and now
she kissed back passionately, their tongues
intertwining, her hands moving over his broad
shoulders, through his hair, down his back. This time
it was he who broke the embrace, gently moving her back
while he moved down, and now his head was at her
thighs.
Geeta gasped as she felt for the first time a man's
tongue on her, like a hot wet snake exploring her core,
teasing her at her entrance. Now Raj sucked the girl's
clit into his mouth, in and out, in and out, and Geeta
felt herself liquefying at the ecstasy. She was in a
place she'd never been before. Her fledging
masturbatory efforts had not given her pleasure
anything like this, and of their own volition her hips
now moved up and down, seeking to grind her clit
against her uncle's face. She was not even aware that
her uncle was undressing himself, and was puzzled when
he stopped licking her.
"Oh uncle you stopped is someone coming?" she
whispered. "No one, Geeta, there's only you and me,"
her uncle answered, now kneeling upright again, looking
into her beautiful face. He moved raised her legs,
putting her feet on either side of her ass on the
couch. She moved her hands down his body, and realized
with surprise that his pants had been lowered.
"Oh where are your pants? Why are you naked?" But Geeta
knew the answer as she felt her uncle's hardness
nuzzling her entrance. Instinctively she reached her
hand down, grasping at him. "Oh uncle it's so big!"
exclaimed Geeta, amazed that she couldn't get her hand
around it. "You can't put that in me - there's no way
it will fit!" (Geeta would learn later that Indian men
are not exactly known for their size, and that Raj was
unusual well endowed for his race).
Again, Geeta raised only a practical objection to what
was being done to her, and this was not enough to stop
a young man with a sprawling, naked beautiful teenager
beneath him. Raj was absolutely insane with desire for
his niece – so young, and surely a virgin, unlike her
sister, the bitch! Raj had never gotten over
discovering on his wedding night that he was not
Lakshmi's first. Since then he'd always wanted to make
love to a virgin, but had never had the chance – until
now. To him this was wonderful revenge on Lakshmi for
disappointing him so cruelly at the start of their
marriage.
Geeta felt her uncle's hard cock nestle again at her
vagina, just barely moving past her lips. He moved
himself up and down with his hand, lubricating the tip
of his cock with Geeta's juices. He flicked his penis
rapidly on her clit, Geeta moaning as he did so, and
now he started to penetrate her, Geeta wrapping her
long, slim legs around his waist, making it easier for
him and for her.
She felt her uncle stop at her hymen. "Oh don't take my
virginity uncle oh please don't I want to save myself
for my husband please oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh, OHHHHH!"
moaned Geeta, has she felt her uncle moving in and out
now, more and more rapidly, his large cock stretching
her vaginal lips and stimulating her clitoris. Now he
moved her onto her back on the couch, he on top of her,
his cock again pumping in and out, but nowhere near all
the way.
"Do you like that, Geeta?" his voice husky. "Yes uncle
I do but it's wrong it's so good but we have to stop
what if I get pregnant?" Raj began to tongue her ear as
the partial fucking continued. He kissed her deeply,
she responding to him, and then he said, "Geeta, look
at me!"
She obeyed, the two of them locking eyes. She continued
to stare into his face as she felt him now press harder
against her barrier, which strongly resisted him. He
pulled back and has he thrust into her once more she
pushed back hard and he burst through!
There was a brief, sharp pain, and now her uncle's hard
organ was free to explore more deeply in Geeta, his
shaft invading her and filling her. She hadn't imagined
a penis would be so thick – she hadn't dreamed that
she'd be stretched like this, or that it would feel so
good. Now she lay underneath her uncle, giving herself
up to him completely.
Her uncle rode her and rode her, his control excellent,
and he was very gratified to see the way Geeta was
responding to him. As the fucking continued, her head
began to toss from side to side, her breathing getting
faster and more shallow. Soon she was panting under
him, her lust equal to his, and he felt her building
towards orgasm.
"Oh uncle it's soooo good what you're doing oh don't
stop keep fucking me fuck me uncle OH GOD! OH GOD!!"
The most powerful orgasm of her young life washed over
Geeta, consuming her with pleasure as her uncle started
to fuck her like a jackhammer, pulling out almost all
the way, then slamming back inside her to the very
hilt, over and over with tremendous speed. He could
feel the young girl's vaginal walls contracting in
ecstasy around his cock, and now he felt himself too
reaching the edge.
"Uncle, don't finish in me – I'll get pregnant!" warned
Geeta, but she was far, far too late, and now Raj
moaned as he began to shoot over and over again into
the fourteen-year old girl, his invading cock reaching
her very depths, firing off repeated blasts of sperm
deep inside her. His orgasm went on and on, and even
after he'd finished, he continued to move himself in
and out of Geeta's sweet cunt, reveling in her.
Finally his thrusting stopped, and he remained on top
of his niece, their arms intertwined, their body's
slick with sweat, his penis gradually softening inside
her. He kissed her once more, she eagerly responding,
and then the broke apart, quickly getting dressed.
Geeta ran to the basement bathroom, feeling wet cum and
blood dribbling down her leg as she did so. She washed
up, and then so did her uncle.
It was not long before dinner was ready, and the two of
them went upstairs, Geeta smiling sweetly at her
mother, thinking about the revenge she'd just gotten
against her. So her mother didn't want to protect her
from her uncle? Fine. She'd just fucked him, and would
do so again as often as she'd like.
She got revenge on her uncle too for violating her
innocence. What he didn't know is that shortly after
the first time he'd touched her, she'd gone to the
family doctor, and gotten a pill prescription. When her
uncle took her virginity, she knew there was no way
she'd get pregnant. But her uncle didn't know that, and
when she told him two months (and a number of fucks)
later that she was pregnant, he believed her, and paid
without question to her the $5,000 she said she needed
for an abortion.
The price was ridiculous, of course, but he believed
her when she said that most of the money was a bribe so
that the clinic would do the abortion without a
parental consent form being signed.
Once he'd paid money to her the first time, it seemed
natural to do so again, and Raj found himself
constantly giving the girl cash, along with jewelry and
electronic gadgets. He didn't know how this developed,
but they had settled into a routine where Raj would pay
Geeta after they'd fucked. Soon he was giving her
several thousand dollars a month.
At first he thought he'd only seduced the girl. Then he
thought he'd acquired a mistress – but he was wrong.
Geeta was a succubus. After almost a year of this, the
amounts getting larger and larger, he found he was
spending so much on Geeta that it was depleting his
finances – there was a danger that his wife might
notice. And so he arranged to be transferred to New
York, far from Geeta. He knew that if he stayed in
Toronto he'd never be able to stay away from her.
Geeta had mixed feelings about seeing him go. On the
one hand, she despised him for taking her virginity. On
the other hand, she now had her own bank account, with
a balance of just over $30,000. She had saved most of
the money she'd earned by fucking him. She wondered how
she would replace the earnings that she'd lost with her
uncle's departure.
A few months after Raj left, Geeta found herself both
horny for sex and also wishing that she could increase
her bank balance. She started searching the web,
finding out how to make money in the sex trade. She
found a website for a local massage parlor, and in no
time arranged for an interview with the manager. On the
appointed day, before leaving school Geeta changed out
of her uniform into normal clothing, doing her best to
look older. She was only 15, but she was 5'8" tall and
had quite a presence. Although she usually wore contact
lenses, for the interview she wore her glasses, making
her look a bit more mature.
The manager, a Chinese woman named Mai, was delighted
with her new find. The girl was exquisite. Indian girls
were very much in demand, but there weren't many in the
trade. Everyone liked Indian girls. White guys, black
guys, Orientals – they all would go for Indian woman.
And Indian men loved them as well. She knew Geeta would
be a real money maker. Geeta hadn't fooled her one bit
– Mai knew Geeta was underage, but she didn't care
about this at all.
What with 9/11 and then SARS, the whole entertainment
industry had been hurting, and the rub-and-tugs were no
exception. And so Geeta quickly found herself hired.
Mai made arrangements to get Geeta fake ID, so that if
the police ever raided the place, Geeta would be
charged under her fake name, the police never realizing
that they were dealing with a minor.
Mai explained to her how it worked. Geeta made money
only on tips. The customers paid $60 at the door for a
30-minute session, which was to culminate in a hand
job. If they didn't order "extras", such as topless,
nude, nude reverse or bodyslide, then Geeta earned
nothing. For topless, the tip was $20, nude was $50,
nude reverse was $80 and bodyslide was $100. But the
customer could tip more, of course.
And so Geeta had started her new career that very
afternoon. Her first customer was a middle-aged
professional, a balding accountant who practically
drooled when Geeta came into the room, even though she
was wearing normal street clothes. Geeta talked him
into a body-slide in no time, and the man came almost
instantly when she started to rub her ample breasts on
his cock.
He'd only been in the room 10 minutes, so Geeta flipped
him onto his back and massaged him for a while. When
she judged the man had had long enough to recover, she
started gently running her hand along his perineum, a
trick Raj had taught her very early in their affair.
Once the customer started moaning and moving his ass up
and down, she turned him over again and went to work on
him. She'd perfected the art of handjobs with Raj and
had no problem making this man cum again in less than 5
minutes, his second orgasm even more fierce than the
first.
The man tipped her $200. Other times when he'd cum too
soon the girl would treat the session as over, and he'd
leave, feeling ripped off. Geeta however had been
wonderful. The accountant instantly became addicted to
Geeta, visiting her weekly, and always tipping very
well indeed.
Not all the customers were so generous that day, but by
the time Geeta left for home, she'd given handjobs to
four men and was leaving with $500. Not bad for less
than 3 hours of work. It sure beat flipping burgers.
She stopped by a bank machine and deposited the cash to
her account. Her friends would have had to work about
60 hours to get that much, without even taking taxes
into account, but of course Geeta would never pay a
nickel of tax on her earnings.
She'd lied to her mother about where she was going to
be that afternoon, and explained when she got home that
she'd gotten the job at nearby nursing home and would
be working often in the afternoons and sometimes on the
weekends. Geeta didn't have to worry about her mom
figuring out she didn't work there. The home was
occupied almost entirely by white people. Indians don't
put their parents in old folk's homes, and the chances
of her mother running into someone who had a parent
there were virtually nil.
And so Geeta established a new routine for herself.
Each day she'd march off to school in her uniform, and
when school finished at 3:00, three days a week she'd
head off to the massage parlor, leaving in time to make
it home for 6 pm, usually richer by $400 or $500. She'd
work a 12-hour shift on a weekend two or three times a
month, and usually came away with at least $1,500, but
often more.
Her bank account was growing by about $10,000 a month
(she couldn't resist spending some of the money, and as
well she had to give some to her mother, who had
insisted on keeping what she thought was the lion's
share of Geeta's wages from the nursing home). Her
parents never knew that their 15-year old daughter was
a whore who made more money than her parents combined.
Pictures of her beautiful teen body (with her face not
showing, of course) were all over the massage parlor's
website.
After dinner with her family, Geeta would go to her
room and do homework for three hours straight. She
maintained an average in the mid-nineties, and her plan
was to get a scholarship to university and obtain a law
degree and also her M.B.A. She thought that if she
played her cards right, she would finish university in
about 10 years, with over a million dollars in the
bank. Not a bad start.
One of the reasons Geeta did so well is that she was
Mai's favorite. The other girls never complained nor
even noticed, because Mai only directed the more
affluent looking customers Geeta's way, so the other
girls always thought they were getting their share.
Whenever there was a way Mai could help out Geeta
without making the other girls angry, she did so, the
reason being an incident that took place about a month
after Geeta started.
It was a Saturday afternoon. Geeta had started her
shift at 9:00 am, and by 4:00, was starting to get
tired. Her arms (particularly the right) were sore from
all the massages and hand jobs, and Geeta was waiting
in the back, hoping that no one would come in for a
while so that she could get a rest. The day had been
fabulous – she'd already made over $2,000 - her best
day yet so far.
She would have liked to leave, but she knew that Mai
needed a minimum number of girls on duty, so there was
no way Geeta would be able to go home until 9:00. She
went to get a Coke from the fridge in the back, and on
her way back to the sitting area, she heard a
disturbance from Mai's office – angry male voices, then
shouting, and the unmistakable sound of a hard slap to
someone's face, followed by sobbing.
Geeta quickly crossed the hall and flung the door open
– Mai was in her office chair with two men, one of the
men standing over her with his hand poised to deliver
another slap. The second man was casually sitting
across from Mai. Mai saw Geeta first, and shouted at
her to get out and close the door. Mai did so
instantly, running to another room, hiding there until
the men left. When she heard them leave, she knocked on
Mai's door, and entered.
Mai's head was on her desk and she was sobbing. Geeta
came around to Mai's side of the desk and gave her a
hug. After a while, the story came out. Mai's massage
parlour was owned by Mai's worthless older brother.
He'd come up with the money to open it (it hadn't take
much – less than $50,000) and he'd also signed the
lease.
The brother ran his own massage parlour near the mall
closer to downtown, leaving Mai to operate the other
parlour for him. Mai did all the work, and risked
criminal charges if the place was ever raided. Mai was
responsible also for paying off the local police. Her
two visitors were cops. They weren't the ones Mai
normally dealt with – they were from her brother's area
of town, and they were visiting because her stupid
brother hadn't paid them. He was now behind two weeks
and owed $4,000.
They'd shown up two days in a row for their money, and
not been able to find him. So they'd roughed up a few
of the girls at the brother's place, then come to see
Mai to see if they could collect their money from her.
They said they'd be back at the end of their shift
(9:00 p.m.), and that Mai better have some money for
them. They suggested she start giving blowjobs herself
if that's what it took to come up with the cash in the
next few hours.
But Mai's brother had been there only an hour before,
and had taken all the cash. There was no way Mai could
come up with the $4,000 in the next few hours. She was
terrified of getting a beating. She was a beautiful
woman, and wanted to stay that way. She was stunned
when Geeta reached into her purse, and handed over
$2,000 on the spot.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," said Geeta, and when
she returned, she gave another $1,000 to Mai. "That's
all I can get from my bank machine in one day," said
Geeta. "But from the door fee and the rest of my
earnings tonight we should be able to get you another
$1,000 by 9:00."
Mai was so grateful, she hardly was aware of Geeta
saying she was leaving but would be back in an hour or
so. Geeta soon returned, bringing a customer with her
off the street.
When the cops returned later that evening, Geeta
greeted them, telling them that she had the money for
them and that Mai had had to go. The cops followed her
to the small room Geeta used.
"Ok so where's the money?"
Geeta lifted her kilt (she was wearing her schoolgirl
uniform again that evening), revealing a money clip
attached to her garters. She acted entirely
unselfconscious as she pretended to have difficulty
getting the clip off of her garter, the cops getting an
eyeful teenage leg. "Oh this damn thing – it must be
stuck because the wad's too thick for it – can you get
it off?" she asked the nearest cop.
Constable Reese was having difficulty breathing as the
beautiful Indian teen smiled up at him. She was perfect
– tall, beautiful features, bright eyes, white teeth,
heavy, firm breasts. Reese loved working in vice – it
brought him into contact with so many moneymaking
opportunities, and sometimes truly beautiful women, but
this girl was the most gorgeous piece of ass he'd ever
seen. And the school uniform thing was really cute – it
brought back memories of high school.
Geeta read all this instantly in Reese's eyes, and was
not surprised when, as he took the money from her, he
suddenly grabbed her, his mouth on hers, one of his
hands under her kilt on her ass, the other under her
blouse, undoing her bra. In no time her breasts were
free, and as Reese's mouth started to work its way
towards a brown nipple, he spoke to his partner, a
younger cop named Schapiro. "Close the door behind you,
dammit, and wait in the car." Schapiro slunk out.
Geeta whispered in Reese's ear. "I love uniforms and I
love cops. I've always fantasized about being raped by
a cop. Rape me!"
Reese was only to happy to comply, slapping her around
(but not too hard), twisting her arms behind her back
while he licked her cunt, tearing her panties off while
she squealed in pain, and eventually taking her roughly
on the massage table, fucking her brutally while she
begged him to stop, pleading with him not to hurt her –
she was a virgin! It hurt! Oh please stop!
Reese loved the play acting, and Geeta really got into
it as well, have a tumultuous orgasm beneath the cop,
biting into his shoulder to stifle a scream so that her
orgasm would be silent and her face hidden from the
camera that had been running the entire time – she had
purchased it when Mia allowed to leave earlier in the
day, and the salesman had set it up for her, receiving
a heavenly blowjob in return. It turned out to be the
most profitable blowjob of Geeta's career.
Finally the fucking stopped, and Reese got up from on
top of her. Geeta lay still on the table, a hand on her
forehead, limp and defeated. "That was a really good
fuck, girl," said the cop. "If you're lucky I'll come
back some time and do you again." Geeta said nothing,
remaining mute and silent on the table. After he left,
she forced herself to sob silently for
A week later Reese came back for more, as Geeta knew he
would. "Mai's not here right now – let's go to her
office!" said Geeta with excitement. The stupid cop
thought she had something kinky in mind, and followed
her, his hard-on already raging. He sat where he was
told, and Geeta started to undo his pants. "Why don't
you watch a video while I blow you?" suggested Geeta,
pushing the on button without waiting for the cop to
say anything.
It took Reese a minute or so to realize what he was
watching – it was a video of him, raping a girl in a
school uniform! A tape of the great sex he'd had with
Geeta only a week before!
He pushed the girl's head off his hard cock. "Geeta,
that's a great tape and I'll be glad to keep it, but
you shouldn't have made it without telling me. Don't
fuck with me like that, or I'm going to get really
pissed off." Reese felt invulnerable, and it never
would have occurred to him that he didn't have the
upper hand. After all, he was a cop, and she a whore.
Her word meant nothing in court. Geeta said she'd hand
over the tape, and then her head started bobbing up and
down again, and in no time she was taking a full load
of cum down her throat. Reese lay back in the chair,
sated. Geeta hadn't blown him the first time he'd been
with her, and he was amazed at just how good she was.
Geeta moved to the other side of the table, and waited
for Reese to recover from the orgasm he'd just
received.
"Well, officer, I'll give you the tape. But I've made
copies. Dozens of them, in fact. The copies are with
friends, in hidden places, in safety deposit boxes.
There's also a copy downloaded onto a computer
somewhere where you can't reach it."
"You fucking bitch!" hissed Reese. "What do you think
you're going to do, blackmail me? For fucking a whore?
You've got nothing on me. I'm gonna slap you
senseless!"
"The camera is running right now, officer. I suggest
you sit back down!" Now Geeta had raised her voice for
the first time, and Reese in shock looked around the
room, as if to find the camera.
"The tape doesn't show you fucking a whore, you stupid,
stupid man. It shows you fucking a 15-year-old girl.
Yes, I'm 15. Look!" Geeta slapped her birth certificate
on the table. "You are on tape fucking an underage
girl. And what's more, the tape shows you slapped me
around, pushed me onto the table and raped me when I
begged you not to. You'll be prosecuted, and before
you're even convicted you'll be off the force. I'll bet
they'll be really nice to you in jail, you stupid pig!"
Reese was not used to being spoken to this way, and
stood up in a rage, as if to strike her.
"Go ahead – beat the shit out of me. That'll be on
camera too, remember. Go ahead!" Geeta shrieked,
slapping the cop hard across the face. But by now Reese
had realized just how impossible his position was. He
was truly fucked. He sat back down. After a long pause,
he spoke. "What do you want from me?"
This is what Geeta had been waiting for.
"The $2,000 a week you're collecting from Mai's brother
– each week you'll come up here, and you'll hand that
to me. Yourself..."
"No fucking way you stupid cunt I'll see you in
hell..."
"And I'll see you in jail. You'll come here every week
and you'll hand over the money to me and you'll do it
with a smile. And don't pretend the money really
matters – you must be shaking down places all over
town. You can afford this, no problem. The biggest blow
is to your pride. And I'll throw this in to ease the
pain. When you come up each week, I'll let you rape me
again. So when you're mad after handing the money over,
come see me, and pound your hard cock into me. You can
cum in my mouth, in my ass, on my face, in my hair.
Whatever you want. Deal?"
"Deal," replied Reese, who on the spot fucked Geeta on
Mai's desk to seal the bargain. And so next Thursday
Geeta to received a visit from Constable Reese, which
ended in her being $2,000 richer. She also received her
first ass fucking, which hurt like hell, despite loads
of lubricant. Geeta felt like the cop had torn up her
insides. But it was worth it – it wouldn't do for the
cop to think she'd completely defeated him. As long as
she was collecting money from him, she'd let the cop do
pretty well whatever he wanted to her body so that he
would feel like he was in control.
Of course, Geeta never told Mai that the cop was giving
her the protection money collected from Mai's brother.
All Mai could see is that somehow Geeta had tamed the
evil cop, who had now become a regular customer.
In part 2, we learn more about the inner workings of
the massage parlor. E-mail me if you'd like me to post
it.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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