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Tales of Geeta - 2
by Spiccato (suprapubic_cystotomy@yahoo.ca)

***

In part 2, we learn about the inner workings of a 
massage parlor, and witness Geeta's introduction to 
lesbian sex. (FFmf, prost, 1st, bi)

***

Where we left off, Geeta, having been molested by her 
uncle, seduced him in revenge and took as much money 
from him as she could before he fled to New York. 
Thereafter she joined a massage parlor and was earning 
good money not only from her work there but by 
blackmailing a cop out of his protection money.


Geeta began to pump faster and faster on her customer's 
cock as she sensed him coming closer and closer to his 
release. The man sucked hungrily at her nipples, going 
back and forth between them in turn, squeezing her 
breasts. His moans were almost smothered by the large 
36C orbs dangling in his face.

"I'm cumming!" was about the only expression that Geeta 
could make out from the man's otherwise 
incomprehensible sounds, but it was enough of a 
warning, and she raised her head, lifting her bountiful 
breasts out of the man's face and her head out of the 
way as the first jet of cum shot out of the customer's 
aching cock. Blast after blast followed, landing in 
long strings on the customer's chest as his hips bucked 
up and down. 

Like any good massage parlor attendant will do, she 
didn't stop working until the last of the man's cum had 
dribbled out of him and he had begun slowly to soften 
in her hand. But Geeta was still not quite finished 
with this customer. Geeta moved around to the foot of 
the table, and gently spread the man's legs apart, 
leaving her with enough room to climb up onto the 
table.

"Watch this," she said in her soft, low voice. 

The man raised his head slightly and looked down, 
wondering what was to come. He was treated to the sight 
of Geeta's tongue slowly following a trail of cum up 
his stomach and chest. He felt the warm wetness of her 
tongue, mouth and lips lapping up his jism, and watched 
as the unbelievable Indian beauty worked on his entire 
upper torso, not stopping until she had taken into her 
mouth and swallowed every last drop of the white fluid 
he had sprayed in such copious quantities during the 
most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced. 

During this procedure, Geeta had made no effort to pull 
back her long, black hair and as a result, its 
beautiful inky sheen was marred here and there, matted 
together with samples of the man's cum.

The customer could not help thinking of the contrast 
between the way Geeta treated him and his wife's 
negligible efforts to please him. His wife almost never 
initiated sex and also usually refused his advances. 
She rarely did hand jobs and had never performed oral 
sex on him. He had given up asking for it years before. 
And at no time had his wife ever allowed the slightest 
particle of sperm to come anywhere near her mouth. 

His whole married life consisted of cold rejection. 
Geeta, on the other hand, did everything a woman 
possibly could to make him feel accepted. For some 
years the customer had been going to massage parlors as 
a matter of routine, and was used to being hustled 
along by rushed service providers who often didn't seem 
to care too much about the quality of his experience. 
Since his favorite girl had retired from the business 
some months earlier, he had been going from parlor to 
parlor and trying girl after girl in the hope of 
finding someone that he would want to see regularly. 
And now he had found Geeta.

He had been so excited when she walked into the room, 
wearing a blouse and kilt and pretending to be a high 
school student (he had no idea that she really was a 
high school student) that he had almost cum when she 
started massaging him. Only a minute or two into the 
massage he had flipped over onto his back to let her 
start to go to work on him in earnest. 

He had been out drinking before dropping by for a quick 
rub and tug, and when he overcame his initial urge to 
cum on the spot, he found himself having a bit of 
trouble reaching the pinnacle. Geeta's hands had 
ceaselessly worked up and down his length at jackhammer 
speed for 10 minutes before he finally came. Most girls 
would have stopped at that point, leaving him to get 
into the shower, having paid $60 at the door and owing 
a substantial tip for receiving massage in the nude.

But not Geeta. After lapping up every drop of his cum, 
Geeta flipped him back over onto his stomach, and 
proceeded to give him the massage he is skipped earlier 
in his eagerness to feel her soft hands on his 
hardness. Thus what could have been only a 10 minute 
experience was longer and much more enjoyable, and he 
was very surprised when after giving him the best 
massage of his life, the girl reached her hand 
underneath him to feel that once again he was hard.

"I can't let you leave like this!" Geeta exclaimed. She 
turned him over, and once again her tired hands went to 
work on him, Geeta standing at the customer's right 
side so that he could admire the way her gorgeous tits 
stood out from her chest without the slightest bit of 
sag. The customer salivated at the sight of her dark, 
berry-like nipples, the areolas so puffy and swollen, 
almost purple in colour. 

She let go of him for a moment, moving around to his 
left-hand side, from where she recommenced her 
exquisite hand job, pouring copious amounts of mineral 
oil all over him. Now her left hand began to massage 
his prostate, something the customer rarely had 
received before.

"Oh Geeta that is it yes Geeta don't stop my girl 
you're the best oh keep it up!"

She whispered in his ear. "Don't worry, I'll keep it 
up!" She sucked gently on his earlobe, and then tongued 
his ear. Her lips moved down to his throat, and then on 
to his mouth. They kissed passionately, their tongues 
intertwined. The customer found this more sensual than 
anything Geeta had yet done. Almost never had a massage 
parlor girl kissed him. 

Kissing was one thing that was almost taboo - a barrier 
that was very rarely crossed, and now he felt something 
else new, as well. Geeta's left hand had been gently 
stroking his perineum while her right hand jerked him 
off, and now her middle finger, slick with oil, begun 
to flick gently at his anus. He gasped as her finger 
circled his entrance, moved away, and then returned. 
His breath became more rapid and shallower as she 
teased him, lightening her grip on his throbbing cock 
to keep him cumming before she deemed it time.

But now it was time, and her middle finger snaked its 
way up his ass, and now she was massaging his prostate 
both from the inside with her finger and on the outside 
with her thumb. At the same time, she suddenly picked 
up speed with her right hand and a huge jet of cum 
fired out of her customer, hitting him under the chin.

Geeta laughed out loud. "Oh yes cum for my baby that's 
it yes keep shooting your cum for me!" She pointed the 
hard cock towards herself, letting several well-aimed 
spurts splash across her breasts, holding the cock like 
a miniature fire hose as it sprayed her. "Cum on my 
tits baby yeah keep cumming!" 

The customer had no choice but to comply, the finger 
still moving steadily and rapidly in and out of his 
ass, his orgasm so fierce that it was physically 
painful. Eventually the waves of pleasure eased and 
finally stopped his body limp upon the table.

He opened his eyes to see Geeta staring at him. He 
gazed at her beautiful green eyes, her perfect teeth 
and striking features. Geeta raised her arms and held 
them behind her head, causing her breasts to lift. Now 
the customer noticed the large amounts of his cum all 
over Geeta's beautiful tits. 

The jism was starting to run, and little white rivers 
of cum were running to the tips of Geeta's nipples, 
forming drops and then falling to the floor. Another 
rivulet was moving between her breasts towards her 
pierced and decorated navel. Geeta began to wipe her 
hands all over her body, moving the cum onto her 
breasts, which became shiny as she kneaded the sperm 
all over, gently working the product of her customer's 
lust into her dark, heavy tits.

"Thanks for the skin lotion," said Geeta.

"I'd love to do the same for your face," laughed the 
customer. To his surprise, Geeta nodded her head up and 
down in agreement. "I like you a lot. On your fifth 
visit to me, I'll take you into my mouth, and you can 
cum down my throat or in my face if you like. Your 
choice."

The customer was very surprised. Lots of massage parlor 
girls gave blowjobs or fucked customers, but they were 
usually the older ones. Fine young girls like Geeta 
didn't have to resort to such things to earn good 
money, but if they did, they usually advertised 
themselves as escorts. He didn't know that Geeta's 
practice was to encourage repeat business by promising 
a customer a blowjob on his fifth visit, and on his 
tenth, full service.

It was time to go. The customer showered, and felt 
himself growing hard again as he toweled himself dry. 
Geeta had temporarily left the room, and the man 
dressed and then opened his wallet. He placed a $300 
tip on the small table near the shower. He was putting 
on his shoes when Geeta returned, once again in her 
school uniform, looking radiant, young and innocent 
(now that the cum was washed out of her hair).

She approached her customer, putting her arms around 
him and kissing him hotly on the lips, relaxing in the 
man's arms as he returned her kiss, one hand moving to 
her ass for a squeeze, the other hand taking a very 
full breast. After a minute they broke off, and Geeta 
noticed the cash on the table. "Oh thank you so much! 
You are very nice!" said Geeta, taking the money.

She saw the man out the door, knowing he'd be back for 
more in less than a week. By now she was a very good 
judge of her customers. At 17, she'd had so many, many 
men, and knew when she'd hooked a good one.

As she counted the money, Geeta thought back to all the 
different things she'd experienced at the massage 
parlor where she worked. Although she hadn't lost her 
virginity there, there had been many "first times" for 
other things. Her first lesbian sex, for example.

From the day she first interviewed Mai for a job, Geeta 
had noticed how her boss looked at her. Mai was 
married, but she also loved having sex with women, and 
she frequently hit on the girls in the parlor. Hardly a 
week passed without Mai slipping into a room with one 
girl or another. Everyone always knew when this was 
going on, because Mai was a screamer - the loudest of 
any of them. Mai was carefully not to hit on any girl 
whom she thought wouldn't like the attention, and so 
she stayed clear of Geeta. 

Aside from the fact that Geeta was obviously straight, 
she was a great earner, and the last thing Mai wanted 
to do was drive her away. But it was really tough for 
Mai to keep her hands off the young teen. Aside from 
the fact that Mai practically drooled at the sight of 
the girl, she also had developed a strong crush on her 
after Geeta had saved her from getting a beating at the 
hands of a pair of cops.

For the first six months or so after Geeta started 
working for her, Mai managed to avoid leering at the 
girl too much, and had been careful not to make the 
teen feel uncomfortable. But finally she could stand it 
no longer, and she began to scheme on how she could get 
her hands and tongue on Geeta without offending the 
Indian beauty.

One day Geeta came into work, just a few weeks shy of 
her 16th birthday. She was looking forward to getting 
her driver's license, and was sitting in the back room 
with some other girls. When Mai walked in, Geeta was 
just telling the others that when she took her driver's 
exam, she'd be quite willing to blow the examiner if 
necessary - and it probably would be necessary, because 
Geeta couldn't parallel park. The other girls laughed, 
and then Mai asked Geeta to pop into her office.

Once in Mai's office, Geeta listened to Mai explain 
that an old customer of hers would be coming by. Geeta 
had seen the man, a 30-something dentist who had been a 
regular of Mai's years before, when Mai worked as a 
massage girl. His name was Arthur, and every now and 
again he'd drop by. He was one of the few customers 
that Mai would service herself. He was a tall, handsome 
man and Geeta found him very attractive. He'd been in 
only the week before, and Geeta had noticed him 
checking her out. But he had never asked for anyone 
other than Mai.

Mai explained to Geeta that Arthur had been asking 
about her - he found her very attractive, and wanted to 
see her.

"No problem. Just tell him to drop by when it's my 
shift," replied the teen.

"Well, he doesn't want just you. He wants to have both 
of us together. He used to do this now and again years 
ago, but this is the first time in a long time he's 
asked to have another girl with me. He must really, 
really like you. I told him you probably wouldn't be in 
to it, and that even if you were willing, it would be 
very expensive. But he doesn't care - he's very eager."

Geeta was puzzled. "Why did you tell him I'm not into 
it? I've paired up with some of the other girls before. 
It's fun!"

"What Arthur wants is a bit different. It would be more 
than you and I servicing him. We'd have to do it with 
each other, too. I tried to get him to choose Alice, 
but he didn't want her (Alice was Geeta's best friend 
at the parlor, a gorgeous Nigerian girl in her early 
twenty's. Alice was also one of Mai's favourites when 
she needed a dose of lesbian sex). I told him you'd 
probably say no."

Although Geeta was no lesbian, she could care less 
about being asked to do unpleasant things for money. 
She'd serviced enough nasty balding middle-aged men to 
last her a lifetime, and while she didn't look forward 
to the idea of doing anything sexual with another 
woman, if there was enough money on the table, she'd do 
almost anything, and with a smile, too. She asked how 
much the customer was prepared to pay.

"$1,000 for each of us, Geeta," was the reply.

"No problem," replied the teenager. "Bring him on!" And 
so a few days later, Arthur appeared as scheduled. What 
Geeta didn't know is that Mai had set the whole thing 
up in advance with Arthur, who would be paying nothing 
whatsoever that day. He had agreed to pretend he wanted 
a threesome with Geeta, so that Mai could enjoy the 
pleasure of the beautiful Indian girl's body. It was 
Mai who would be paying $1,000 to Geeta, and Mai was 
sure it would be worth every penny.

Geeta greeted Arthur at the door, and led him to the 
room, leaving him alone to shower. A few minutes later, 
Geeta returned with Mai, by which time Arthur was 
sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but a towel and a 
hard-on.

"Someone's a bit excited," said Mai, removing the towel 
and stroking Arthur's throbbing cock. "Would you like 
to have some fun first, or watch Geeta and I do it?"

Arthur knew what he was supposed to say. "I'd really 
like to watch you two first, if you don't mind." Mai 
didn't mind at all. "Why don't you lie down on the 
table, Geeta, and let me give you a massage to get us 
started?" Geeta loved being massaged and happily 
complied, first taking off the panties and bra she'd 
been wearing when she met Arthur at the door.

Mai poured a generous helping of massage oil into her 
hands, and got to work, starting on Geeta's lower back. 
Mai was much smaller than Geeta, and so instead of just 
using her hands, she used her forearms, using all of 
her weight as she moved her arms in opposite 
directions, one moving up Geeta's muscular back, the 
other down over her firm, ripe ass and onto the backs 
of her legs. Mai admired the figure of the flawless 
young girl underneath her.

"Do you like what you see, Arthur?" asked Mai.

"Oh yes," he replied. "She's very, very beautiful. Can 
you turn her over though so I can see more of her?" 
Geeta flipped on to her back, and turned her head 
towards Arthur, smiling at him. "Do you want to help 
Mai massage me?"

Arthur had been told by Mai to stay out of the action 
until she gave him a specific signal, and so he replied 
that he still just wanted to watch, and so he remained 
an observer as Mai put some more oil on her hands, and 
started to work on the teen's muscular thighs. The she 
moved to the other end of the table, above Geeta's 
head, and started to massage her neck from underneath. 

Geeta moaned with pleasure, surprised at the strength 
of Mai's small hands. The oriental woman gently rubbed 
Geeta's scalp, then tugged on her ears. Her hands then 
moved down Geeta's arms, and she began to rub the palms 
of Geeta's hands, one after the other. Geeta had never 
had her hands rubbed before, and she loved it. 

She found herself relaxing completely under Mai's 
touch, luxuriating in the pleasure of being paid a lot 
of money to receive such pleasure. Unnoticed by either 
of them, Arthur had been masturbating furiously, and 
now he held a towel over himself to catch the sperm 
flying from his cock. In only a few minutes he was 
again rock hard.

The pleasure suddenly increased for Geeta when she felt 
her nipples being gently tugged. Her eyes were closed, 
and she was imagining one of her favourite customer 
making love to her, and felt herself growing moist as 
Mai gently tugged and twirled her nipples. 

Geeta had learned that she could take pleasure from 
almost any man (provided he was not utterly repulsive), 
and that if she allowed a man to finger her or lick her 
during a massage session, very often he could make her 
cum, provided she was in the mood to fantasize as 
things were done to her. And so it was with another 
woman. As Mai continued to work on Geeta's breasts, the 
young girl incorporated what was being done to her into 
a sexual fantasy playing through her head, and so when 
Mai suddenly took a nipple into her mouth, Geeta's gasp 
of pleasure was unfeigned.

"Mai, that's so good that's so good..." moaned Geeta, 
as she felt the mouth of her boss moving to the other 
nipple, gently sucking, far more gently than the men 
who sucked so greedily at her breasts. Mai could tell 
Geeta was genuinely turned on, and was very encouraged 
by this. 

She moved to the foot of the table, and then climbed 
on, spreading Geeta's legs and moving them up, and then 
lay down on top of her young friend. She held a breast 
in each hand, squeezing a nipple with her hand while 
twirling her tongue on the other, back and forth, back 
and forth, taking her time until she felt Geeta press 
upwards with her hips, trying to push her clit against 
Mai's body. She had been waiting for a sign that Geeta 
was starting to really get in the mood, and then Mai 
did something she'd wanted to do for six months and 
more. 

She licked her way up Geeta's throat, and the gently 
touched her lips to Geeta's. The Indian girl opened her 
mouth in acceptance, and now their lips locked their 
tongue intertwining. Geeta wrapped an arm around the 
older woman, holding Mai's head as they kissed, Geeta's 
other hand moving down Mai's back, over her ass and 
back up again. 

The kiss went on and on as the two women explored each 
other's bodies. Then Mai gently began to finger Geeta. 
There was a sharp intake of breath from the darker 
girl, and the kiss was broken. Mai moved down the 
table, and her tongue replaced her finger as she began 
to lap away with quick, gentle strokes.

Mai was about as happy as a woman can be. She not only 
found Geeta beautiful (which of course everyone did), 
but she also felt a deep attachment to the girl. In 
fact, she was in love with Geeta, and dearly wanted to 
show the girl how she felt about her, and here Mai now 
was, between Geeta's thighs, the teen spread before 
her. Geeta's body was like a living temple, and Mai 
worshipped with her tongue - tasting, licking, 
sampling, nibbling as she pleased, every movement 
meaning the same thing - "I love you, I worship you, I 
want you..."

Geeta had been licked far more times than she could 
recall, and on average the customer was able to bring 
her to orgasm. But the licking she was getting now was 
better than anything she could recall. For one thing, 
there was no facial hair to bother her. 

She wasn't fond of having a beard or mustache rubbing 
against her sensitive regions and even worse was a man 
who had a day or two of beard growth - far too bristly 
for Geeta. Mai's skin was perfectly smooth and soft, 
and her movements were far more knowing and skilled 
than any man's. In a matter of minutes, Geeta's hips 
her leaping up off the table in time to the tonguing 
she was getting as she felt herself moving closer and 
closer to a wonderful orgasm.

"Mai oh Mai oh Mai lick me you're so good you're the 
best I've had please let me cum oh please no 
nooooooooooo" - Geeta moaned in disappointment as the 
licking slowed, then stopped. Geeta lay still for a 
moment, and then opened her eyes. Mai had reached for 
the massage oil, and was now applying a generous 
helping onto Geeta's vagina and Mai's own hands. 

Mai started to work again, inserting a couple of 
finger's into Geeta's passage, and began gently to work 
on the girl's G-spot. Soon the girl was moaning again, 
begging to be allowed to cum. But Mai slowed her 
movements again, and pulled her two fingers almost all 
the way back.

"No, no - you mustn't stop!" begged Geeta. "Put them 
back in me - now!"

Instead of putting two fingers back in the girl, Mai 
put three fingers at the entrance to Geeta's vagina, 
but no further, and Geeta pushed her cunt lips against 
the fingers, trying to force them in. Mai let Geeta 
work beneath, and allowed her fingers gradually to be 
pushed in, and soon she had three fingers in to the 
hilt as the schoolgirl writhed in ecstasy beneath her.

But again before Geeta could cum, Mai's hand was 
withdrawn. The same pleading and begging followed. 
Arthur was wanking furiously again now, his body 
shaking as an even more powerful orgasm wracked his 
body. The towel dropped to the floor, and his jism 
rocketed out, splashing against the massage table. 
Neither lady noticed, Geeta because she was lost in the 
sensations she was receiving, and Mai because she was 
so busy.

Now Mai grouped five fingers together into a point, and 
moved them to the young girl's vaginal entrance. As she 
did so, her other hand began gently to rub Geeta's 
clit. Immediately Geeta started trying to hump Mai's 
hand. All Mai had to do was hold her hand still as 
Geeta began to fuck the Oriental's fingers. 

Mai's hands were very small, and so as Geeta rubbed 
against her, it was not hard for Mai to get her hand in 
past the second knuckle. A veteran fist-fucker, Mai 
then aligned her hand to the best shape possible, and 
started gently to insert it further. She wasn't sure if 
this was something Geeta could tolerate, and had to be 
very careful.

There were some cocks bigger than Mai's fist, but so 
far Geeta had never encountered such an organ, and 
Mai's hand was the biggest thing ever to enter her. She 
struggled as the fist gently probed, stretching her 
more widely than she'd ever been stretched. It was more 
difficult for Geeta than losing her virginity to her 
well-endowed uncle, and even tougher than the time 
she'd fucked a customer with a rock-hard 9 inch cock. 
But she kept at it, gently moving her hips up and down, 
until Mai whispered to her to lie still.

"Geeta, my hand is in you to the wrist now. Just be 
still, and let me do the work." Geeta obeyed, her hands 
crossed over her heaving chest, tugging at her own 
nipples as the fist went to work inside her. Now Mai 
began to gently rotate her fist back and forth inside 
the teen, as the girl's incredibly tight vaginal 
muscles rippled and sucked hungrily at the large 
invading object. Mai knew that Geeta would not be able 
to take too much of this, as this was her first 
fisting, so she decided she would end it quickly.

Mai pulled her hand back slightly, so that her fist 
came back out of Geeta's vagina, and now stretched 
Geeta's cunt lips to the very maximum. Once in this 
position, Mai leaned forward, and at the same time she 
rotated her hand back and forth, she took Geeta's clit 
into her mouth, sucking and licking furiously.

Geeta started responding instantly. "Oh Mai oh, oh yes 
fuck me with your hand fuck me I've never had it so 
good MAI fuck me FUCK ME NOW yes PUMP YOUR FIST INTO ME 
lick me LICK ME and FUCK me yes I'm yours MAI I'm your 
girl YOUR GIRL YES YESSSS!" 

What sent Geeta over the edge is that as Mai licked her 
and fist-fucked her, Mai's other hand suddenly inserted 
a finger up the girl's ass, and now Geeta exploded into 
the best orgasm of her life. It was as if Geeta had 
lost all her senses. She could see nothing, hear 
nothing, feel nothing except the unbelievable ecstasy 
that coursed through her body, always rising, going on 
and on and on.

When Geeta next became aware of her surroundings, she 
was alone - Mai and Arthur had left. Geeta learned 
later that she had actually fainted on the table. Once 
Mai was satisfied Geeta was alright, she'd left her 
there to recover, taking Arthur to another room to help 
him have yet another orgasm. When Mai returned, Geeta 
was just coming out of the shower. 

Mai handed Geeta a towel, but instead of taking it, 
Geeta wrapped her arms around her boss, kissing her 
hungrily. She held Mai's head in both her hands as she 
bent down over the shorter woman. Mai leaned back 
against the massage table, and then Geeta knelt before 
Mai, spread the woman's thighs, and went to work on 
Mai's shaved pussy. 

Geeta had never tasted a woman before, but she had to 
show Mai how grateful she was for the experience she'd 
undergone, and this was the best way to do it. In only 
a few minutes she was gratified to feel and hear Mai 
undergo her own powerful orgasm, holding Geeta's head 
and grinding her crotch into the young girl's mouth as 
she came and came and came.

After this experience, Geeta and Mai became regular 
lovers. Mai knew that Geeta would never be able to 
return the affection she felt for her. Geeta just 
wasn't built that way - she could never love a woman as 
she could a man. But Mai was content to take what Geeta 
could give, and give she did - frequently. Once Geeta 
had been introduced into the joys of lesbian sex, she 
experimented sometimes with her friend Alice. 

Alice lived on her own, and sometimes Geeta would 
pretend to her parents she was working an extra shift 
after school, instead going to Alice's nearby 
apartment, where the two women would spend a few hours 
in each other's arms. Alice and Mai sometimes laughed 
out how easily Mai had turned Geeta into a lesbian, at 
least at the physical if not the emotional level.

* * *

In Part 3 of Tales of Geeta, our young Indian heroine 
encounters new experiences, and punishes an annoying 
customer, profiting greatly in the process.

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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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