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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 41