Tales of Geeta part 3 (M/f, prostitution, bondage, oral, teen, humiliation, humil, bd, torture)
 
In part 1 of Tales of Geeta, we learned how a 15-year old girl of
East Indian background, living in Toronto, began working in a
massage parlor, and in part 2, we witnessed her introduction to
lesbian sex.  Now in part 3, we leap forward a year and learn
more about Geeta's mean streak.
 
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Geeta's heavy 36C breasts jiggled in time to the fucking she was
getting from one of her best customers.  She had already cum
twice as the man's 7-inch cock pounded into her - first a
beautiful G-spot orgasm, followed by a massive clitoral orgasm as
her vaginal lips repeatedly opened and closed around the cock,
pulling her clit in and out of its sheath.  Geeta didn't get
fucked that much - usually just hand jobs, with some blowjobs
tossed in now and again, and so her teenage cunt wasn't that
accustomed to the treatment it was now receiving.
 
The customer had been deliberately holding back as long as he
could.  It wasn't every day he got to fuck a gorgeous girl like
Geeta.  He wished he had enough money to make her his full-time
mistress, but unless he won the lottery some day, that would
never happen.  But he could afford to visit her once a week, and
every 10th visit, Geeta rewarded him by letting him fuck her.
This was the third time he had had the privilege, and he had been
looking forward to it.  He would have been very surprised to know
that the orgasms displayed by the young girl squirming beneath him 
had not been faked.  The man was over 50 with almost no hair and
very overweight.  He knew he couldn't get a date to save his
life, and the very idea that a young girl would take
pleasure in being with him was something he found laughable.  He
thought Geeta was just being polite by pretending to enjoy
fucking him. 
 
But he was mistaken to think so.  Of course Geeta found the sight
of her customer distasteful, as would any teenage girl.  At
school just that day (Geeta was a top student at Our 
Mother of Divine Mercy Secondary School)in religion class they had been discussing the various
challenges posed by marriage, and their teacher Sister Mary had
mentioned how the challenges could be increased if there was a
big age difference in the couple.  She made reference to former
student of hers who, at age 19, had married a man in his
forties.  "Ewwwwwwwwwww that's gross!" was the comment of most of
the girls in the class, and Geeta had felt the same way.  But
lying on her back on a massage table, spread open for her
customer's pleasure, her legs wrapped around his waist, Geeta
felt rather differently.  Her mind was lost in a fantasy, in
which she was being fucked by an Indian prince who had picked her
above all the other girls in the harem.  In her mind, she was
fucking a handsome young man.  The customer's cock was rather
larger than Geeta usually got, and this, combined with the man's
decent technique, allowed her to relax in his arms and enjoy the
experience.  More often than not a customer was able to make
Geeta cum by fucking her, provided he could keep going for 5
minutes or so.  And when Geeta allowed a man to lick her, it was
rare indeed that she didn't cum - cunnilingus usually reduced her
to quivering jello within a couple of minutes.
 
But now enough was enough.  She was starting to get sore, and
there was always the possibility that the rubber the man was
wearing might tear if she stopped lubricating.  Geeta was
very experienced, and knew exactly what to do. She raised her
legs even higher, whispering in the man's ear, "That's it baby
keep going - fuck me harder and faster like I know you can!" The
man responded, luxuriating in the warm wetness of Geeta's inner
folds.  And now her tongue was in his ear, and then she began to
kiss him passionately on the lips, which no other whore ever did
for him.  And then, incredibly, he felt a finger snake up his
ass, heading unerringly for his prostate, and he could hold back
no longer.
 
"Uhh UHH uHHH  UHHH! he grunted in time with his heavy thrusts,
as he filled the rubber with a deposit of cum.  He kept on going
and going, his erection taking a long time to die down, Geeta
matching him thrust for thrust, pushing back in the same rhythm. 
Finally the customer ceased his movements, resting on his elbows
above the teenage beauty beneath him.  The man was as white as
could be, and he loved the contrast of his skin with the dark
beauty beneath him, with the breasts like mangoes, the nipples
bulbous and bursting.  He had fallen deeply in love with the
girl, something he knew was absurd, but that was how he felt
nonetheless.  He had no way of showing his love for her other
than by visiting her regularly and paying her very, very well.
 
Geeta slipped out from under the man, who then turned over onto
his back.  She wet a towel in the shower stall inside the massage
room, and gently washed the man down.  Except for his cock - she
cleaned that with her mouth, staring into the man's eyes as she
took in his member and washed it with her tongue.  She opened her
mouth, and let him see the last few drops of cum that he'd
deposited on her tongue - then she closed her mouth and
swallowed, opening again to show that the cum had disappeared
down her throat.  She licked the man's cock and balls for a
while, curious to see if he'd get hard again.  If he did, she'd
give him a quick hand job, not wanting to send him away erect and
wanting more.  But the man had had enough, and when there was no
sign the cock was going to stir to life, Geeta gave it a good-bye
tug, and hopped into the shower to clean herself off.  The man
watched from the table as Geeta covered her body with soap.  Her
ass was strong and tight, her breasts large but carried very
high, her neck muscles clearly visible as they held up her
beautiful head.  The legs were athletic and there was hardly an
ounce of unnecessary fat on the girl.  It occurred to the man
once again that there was no god, for if he had existed, the man
would have met someone like Geeta when he was young enough to
have married her.  But he would have to take what he could get,
and was content to see her once a week.  He would not be allowed
to fuck her for another ten weeks, but he knew next week he would
be allowed to kneel before her, and lick her while she moaned and
writhed, her hands pressing his head firmly into her
snatch as her juices ran down his face.
 
Geeta stepped daintily out of the shower, wrapping her body with
a towel.  This made her customer a bit sad - it would be a week
before he would see the girl's nude body again.  He showered when
he left the room, leaving as he always did when he fucked her a
tip of $200 on the table.  He dressed, and waited for the girl's
return.  She appeared dressed in a high school uniform, a white
blouse and kilt, an outfit her customers all loved.  Like most
customers, this one had no idea that the uniform was genuine and
that by fucking her he had just committed a serious criminal
offence - in Canada it is very much against the law to have sex
with a prostitute under the age of 18. 
 
Geeta gave the man a parting kiss, no mere peck on the cheek,
their lips locking together as she shoved her tongue into his
mouth.  She thanked him for the tip, and escorted him to the
door.  "You were awesome!" she whispered in his ear as they said
their goodbyes.  The man returned to his office where he resumed
his duties as a senior vice president with one of Canada's
biggest accounting firms.  The staff noted that he was in a particular good
mood all day long.
 
But Geeta was not in a good mood.  Not at all. Her mother's
sister, her Aunt Madhu, had been over at the house again the
night before, distraught.  She and her husband had been having
financial problems for some time.  Aunt Madhu was Geeta's
favourite Aunt, so unlike her sister, Geeta's bitch of a mother. 
Aunt Madhu's husband had been unemployed for six months, during
which time their mortgage had gone into default.  The bank had
followed routine procedure, referring the matter to one of their
law firms when three payments were missed.  In no time Aunt Madhu
and her husband were sued, and now the bank's lawyer was trying
to throw them out.
 
Aunt Madhu had not wanted to ask for help, but finally she had come to
the house a week earlier, crying and needing money.  But
Geeta's mother refused to help her, saying their lucky sister
Lakshmi, married to the brilliant young stock broker in New York
should be able to help.  But Lakshmi was even more of a bitch
than Geeta's mother, and she had already refused to help Madhu. 
Madhu had left the house as she had arrived, in tears.
 
Geeta had visited her aunt the next day, bringing with her enough
cash to pay all the arrears and the ridiculous legal fees
demanded by the bank's rapacious lawyer.  Madhu asked her where
she had got the money.  "Don't worry about that - just don't tell
mom.  And don't worry about paying it back, either," Geeta had
replied.  Madhu was too desperate to feel embarrassed about
accepting the money from a schoolgirl, and thanked her niece most
sincerely, although she was baffled as to where the girl had got
the money.  Geeta had thought that this was the end of the matter.
 
But it wasn't.  Unknown to Geeta, her aunt or even the bank
itself, the lawyer the bank had hired was a nasty piece of work, 
and a racist as well.  He and his blond barbie doll witless wife lived out their white mangia cake existence in a beautiful home in Rosedale,
sending their daughters to Bishop Strachan School, where there
was no danger they'd mix with people of colour, or at least not
Geeta's colour, other than the odd token girl allowed in, and who
of course was never invited to other girls' birthday parties.  F.
Bernard Thompson not a scion of some well-established Tory
family, no, not at all, although he liked to pose as such.  He
was unnecessarily ashamed of his trailer-park background and went
overboard trying to conceal it, thus the shelves full of books
he'd never read, the collection of classical CD's he'd never
listened to, the wine cellar full of expensive bottles that he
couldn't tell from plonk, and so on and so on.  He despised his
job. He hated being the minion of bankers, and his days at the
 office were spent filled with anger that he downloaded to a certain extent on the staff, but primarily onto the debtors he sued.  
The underlying source of his rage lay deep in his childhood, and barring years of psychotherapy, would never be discovered.  And so he dealt with his anger by expending it on helpless debtors.    He didn't just sue defaulting debtors - he destroyed them.  He loved crushing the weak. It was obvious that debtors could rarely get good legal advice, and for all practical purposes, Thompson usually had no
opposition at all. 
 
Aunt Madhu was a case in point.  The stupid immigrant had showed
up at his office, pleading with him in her ridiculous accent.  Mind you, he
had noticed and appreciated her hourglass figure, but the woman hadn't thought to use her body 
to buy some time, and he'd sent her on her way,
advising her that he'd have her out soon and the house up for
sale.  And so when he was told the woman's niece was in the
reception area, he laughed to himself.  It was so common for a
debtor to send a relative as an intermediary, and so useless.  He
enjoyed such meetings.  He would allow it to go on as long as
possible - he was billing at $400 per hour, and he knew there was
lots of equity in Madhu's home.  He would be able to charge his
usual outrageous fees on this matter with no problem at all.
 
He was a bit surprised when Geeta was shown into the boardroom. 
Aside from the fact she was exquisite, she was also a school
girl, wearing the typical blouse and kilt uniform used by
Catholic high schools.  The girl looked so innocent and
helpless.  She was obviously nervous - breathing heavily, her
otherwise perfect hair marred by one small strand falling down
her face, unaware that the top two buttons on her blouse had come
undone, showing a wonderful view of her beautiful breasts as she
sat down after shaking his hand.   This was going to be fun.  He held his file in front of him to conceal his raging erection.
 
Geeta tried again to get him to accept the money.  The bank was
required by law to accept it, but Thompson cared nothing about
that. If he let this family pay back the bank, he'd not earn much
in the way of fees.  And so he explained to Geeta his usual
line, saying in regretful tones that things had gone much too far
for that.
 
"No, young lady, I'm afraid there's nothing for it.  Your aunt
will have to leave her home and it will have to be sold. That's
how the law works in this country, you know, not like back where
you came from," added the racist pig.  Geeta concealed her rage, 
but it took great effort to do so.
 
"Oh but Sir, please, please do not do this to my Auntie!  She is
such a wonderful person and it would hurt her so much.  She
doesn't even know I'm here - I'm offering you my savings for
university!  It's all the money the bank demanded!  If it's not
enough, please tell me what more you want.  I will give you more
if you want more.  I will give you anything you want.  I will do
anything you want.  Please Sir just tell me what I have to do and
I'll do it!"
 
By this point Geeta was at the man's feet, giving him a very
healthy look down her top.  Her 36C breasts were in almost full
view, under a very sheer lace bra she'd worn especially for the
occasion.  She knew men adored the way her nipples puffed out,
and they were clearly visible to Thompson, who felt himself
growing harder than he had in years.  This girl was so unlike his
pale wife - the same hourglass figure as her aunt, only so, so
young and unbelievably beautiful.  He'd had women offer
themselves before to him in exchange for lenience, and he'd
accepted when they were pretty enough.  But could this girl, who
surely wasn't older than 16, possibly be offering her perfect
young body to him?  It was out of the question, surely.  In high
school no girl of her quality would have looked twice at him. 
The very idea she would sleep with him, regardless of the
incentive, seemed ludicrous.  And yet here she was, on her knees
before him, holding his hand in both of hers now as she begged,
head bowed abjectly, her face hidden by the long, shiny perfect
black hair.
 
He cleared his throat.  "I'm not sure I understand you.  Other
than pay the money, which the bank is now refusing, what more
could you possibly do?" he asked.  The girl looked up at him, her
eyes a startling green in her dark face.  Her voice fell to a
defeated whisper.  "Oh Sir, I don't know what needs to be done. 
I'm very inexperienced in these things.  I only know that what
ever you need me to do, I know I'll do it."  She knelt there
motionless before him, her hands now on his knee, her head bowed
again as she waited for his reply.
 
"Well, I'll have to think about it.  I'll call my client and see
if there's something to be done.  But by the time the bank gets
back to me, it will be rather late.  Can you come back to my
office tonight?  If we are going to settle things, we'll have to
sign some papers."
 
"Oh yes I'll bring my Auntie tonight no problem -"
 
Thompson cut her off.  "No, we won't need her.  Remember that
legally, you're the one making the offer, and so the settlement
will be with you. Your the only one who'll have to sign. Do you have a number where I can reach you?"  Geeta gave him her cell phone number. 
 
She wasn't sure she had hooked the lawyer, but just in case, she
arranged with her mother that she'd be staying at her Aunt's
after school that day, helping her out with some task or
another.  She and her Aunt got along very well - Geeta wished
sometimes she could leave home and move in with her.  Aunt Madhu
was happy to have her niece over, bringing her tea and snacks
while the girl did her homework.
 
Around 8:00 that evening Geeta's cell phone rang.
 
"Geeta, can you come to my office?  I have some papers ready for
you now."
 
"I'll bet you do, you bastard!" thought Geeta.  "Oh Sir you are so kind that's wonderful but I'm all alone right
now.  I'm at work all by myself doing some bookkeeping at my
family's business.  I can't leave - I'm not allowed - it's not too
far from your office please oh please could you come here I'm so
sorry I wasn't supposed to have to work tonight please come and
see me there's absolutely no one around to interrupt us I promise
you!"
 
This was even better than what Thompson had planned.  He'd been
going to seduce the virginal young teen in his office, but that
could be risky - always the chance of being interrupted by some
stupid articling student or cleaning staff.
 
"Oh alright!" he said irritably, scribbling down the address the
grateful girl gave him.  Thirty minutes later he pulled up at an
office building, and took the elevator to the fourth floor.  He'd
had to call up to get into the building, and Geeta had answered. 
The elevator doors opened, and she was there, still in her
school uniform.  "Oh please come with me, Mr. Thompson!"  She
seemed delighted to see him, and looked sexy as hell.  Geeta
walked him in, leading him to her boss's office, for of course
they were at the massage parlour where Geeta worked.  Geeta had
told the other girls what was going on and they were laying low
for awhile.
 
Geeta had covered the desk with papers and other items.  "Oh Sir
this desk has so much on it, can I take you to another room where
there's more space to lay everything out?"  Thompson agreed, and
Geeta led the man to the nearest massage room.
 
"What kind of place is this, anyway?" asked Thompson.  He'd never
been to a massage parlour before and didn't realize where he was.
 
"My father is a chiropractor, and this is one of his examination
rooms," replied Geeta.  Thompson turned around as she spoke, and
was shocked to see that her blouse was already off, and he watched in stunned silence as the bra came of next, 
and now the girl's magnificent breasts were fully exposed, jiggling as the girl kicked off her shoes.  His
mouth fell open.
 
"I may be a virgin, Mr. Thompson, but I'm not stupid.  I know
what you want, and I'll give it to you, just so long as you
promise to let my Auntie pay off that mortgage."  Through some
miracle Thompson managed to avoid cumming in his pants, but all
he could do was stand there, motionless, staring at the
mango-sized orbs that swayed as Geeta stepped towards him.  "You
do want me, Mr. Thompson, don't you?"
 
He grabbed the girl around the waist pulled her towards him,
jamming his lips against hers, one hand on a breast, the other
exploring the rest of her sweet body.  He pushed her back against
the massage table, grabbing her ass as he did so.
 
"Oh please Mr. Thompson not so fast oh please!" the young girl
begged.  "Can we please slow down just a bit?  I've never been
with a man before and I want to remember the experience!"
 
The girls in the waiting room giggled silently at this last line,
as they watched the scene unfold on the T.V.  screen, for of
course Geeta was videotaping the entire scene.  Geeta's good
friend Alice and their boss Mai were both there, along with a few
other young women.  They watched gleefully as Geeta undressed the
man, his erection bouncing up and down as she pulled his
underwear off.  "Oh my God it's so big!"  squealed Geeta, her reaction utterly unfeigned.  In 
fact, it was a rather good specimen, almost 8 inches.  In this if
nothing else nature had been kind to the foolish lawyer. 
Thompson enjoyed the young girl's reaction to his raging
hard-on. 
 
Geeta persuaded him to lie face down on the table, saying that
she wanted to touch him first, to get used to being with a man
before they did anything further.  She was manipulating him
perfectly - Thompson felt like he had all the power and was in
complete control.  He felt totally secure, and paradoxically it
was for this reason that it was so easy for Geeta to persuade him
to do as she asked.  Soon Thompson was lying with his head on his
folder hands, naked under the young girl's touch, loving the
feeling of her strong warm hands moving up and down his back. 
And so he didn't hear the door open, nor sense the presence of
others in the room until it was far, far too late.
 
Suddenly several pairs of arms grabbed his arms, and more grabbed
his legs.  Two other girls sat on him.  "What the fuck IS this?"
shouted Thompson, struggling helplessly while his hands were
handcuffed and his ankles similarly bound.  He started to scream,
but soon even that was impossible, for a large plastic ball had
been shoved into his mouth, attached to straps that went around
his head.
 
"Thanks, girls," said Geeta.  "That's all I needed.  Everything's
under control now."  Geeta got dressed again as Thompson writhed
helplessly on the table, the room silent but for the muffled
sounds coming from beneath the ball gag.  Geeta looked through
the man's wallet, taking his driver's license and social
insurance card.  She moved to the head of the table and roughly
lifted the man's head by his hair, stretching his neck to an
unnatural and painful angle so that Thompson could look her in
the face.
 
"Ok asshole.  I'm going out for a while.  You, on the other hand,
are not going anywhere until I decide it's time.  Got it?"
 
Thompson of course could not reply, and would have been
speechless even if his mouth hadn't been gagged.  Suddenly Geeta
gave him the back of her hand, her ring opening a slight cut on
his cheek.
 
"I know you can't talk, you idiot, but I just asked you a fucking
question, and even though it was rhetorical, you WILL give me some sign that you understood."  Several more hard slaps were required before
Thompson realized that he should bob his head up and down in
an affirmative reply to Geeta's question.
 
"Good.  I'll see you later." And with that, Geeta left the room
for Mai's office, and made a phone call to a customer of hers, a
real estate agent who worked in the brokerage downstairs.  Allan
was at her door in no time, eager to please Geeta.  Like so many
of Geeta's customers, Allan found himself emotionally involved
with the young teen, and there was nothing he wouldn't do for
her.  He'd discovered her only a few weeks before and was
besotted by her.  Geeta showed him Thompson's I.D., and explained
that she wanted a credit check done on the man.  Allan sat at
Mai's desk, fired up the browser on the computer and keyed in the
passwords to get into a credit agency.  He entered in Thompson's
social insurance number, and on the screen appeared pages of
details.  Geeta printed these, listening patiently as Allan
explained what each entry meant.  Allan frequently did credit
checks for landlords checking out prospective tenants, and was very familiar with how credit scoring worked.  
Allan also searched the real estate agent's
database, finding out how much Thompson had paid for his home,
and how much it was worth now.  In thirty minutes Geeta had a
very complete picture of Thompson's financial situation. 
 
She came around the desk to where Allan was seated, and without
further ado knelt before him, undoing his fly.  She pulled out
his cock (which had been erect from the moment he'd heard Geeta's
voice on the phone, asking him to come up) and began to fellate
him quickly and professionally.  She could have made him cum
instantly, but she strung it out for five minutes because she was
particularly pleased with him.  As was her usual practice, when
she sensed the man was about to cum, she looked up at him, their
eyes locking.  "Cum for me sweetie yes give me your load," she
whispered in a husky, soft voice as she jacked the man off with
rapid strokes.  She was rewarded by an immense eruption of cum
hitting her full in the face.  She directed the rest of the
blasts into her waiting mouth, letting Allan see as the cum
coated her tongue and teeth, swallowing his load only after she
had squeezed every drop from him.
 
Allan saw himself out, and went back downstairs to his office, 
and after logging onto the massage parlour's website, masturbated repeatedly to faceless pictures of Geeta's young body that were posted there.   His dick was very, very sore the next day.
 
After a quick shower during which she simply had to masturbate
herself to a very satisfying orgasm, jamming a dildo inside herself
as she moaned, her fingers rubbing at her clit, Geeta emerged
refreshed and ready for the next stage in the proceeding.  She
returned to her usual massage room, where of course Thompson
still lay on the table.  He was looking very uncomfortable, and
Geeta undid his gag, worried he might be under too much
stress. The lawyer gasped, gulping the air and very grateful that
the gag at least had been removed, even though his hands and feet
were still cuffed.  Thompson knew better than to shout or call
for help, and he lay there silently, waiting for Geeta to speak.
 
"I'm pleased that you're smart enough to keep your mouth shut. 
But I'll let you speak now, and you will have a lot to say, I
promise you.  Here's my first question.  As a legal professional,
how would you assess the present situation?"  Geeta asked this
question in a calm, professional tone, without the slightest hint
of mockery.  She sipped at a Tims, legs crossed as she sat in a
chair, staring at her victim.
 
Thompson answered without any hesitation.  "I would say that I am
completely, totally fucked.  You obviously want something, and my
bargaining position is not very good.  There is little I can do
other than wait for you to tell me what you want and what I have
to do."  Geeta was very happy with this response.  It was exactly
what she wanted to hear.  Maybe Thompson wasn't such a fool,
after all.  Thompson's head was turned towards her, his face red,
beads of sweat running down his forehead. 

"Is there anything else you have to add, before we get started?"
 
"Only that for whatever I've done to offend you, I'm very, very sorry," replied Thompson.
 
"Oh, I know that, Mr. Thompson," said Geeta softly into his ear,
"But let's just make sure shall we?  Now open your mouth while I
re-insert the gag.  It wouldn't do for anyone to hear you scream, would
it?"  Thompson meekly complied as the plastic ball was once more
strapped into his mouth.  Suddenly Geeta began to beat him
viciously with an old-fashioned razor strap, firing off a
half-dozen rapid blows on his back, ass and legs.  Muffled
shrieks of pain came from under the gag as Thompson arched his
back in agony.  No sooner had the beating started that it
finished, Thomson now openly weeping as the gag was again removed
from his mouth.
 
The girls in the waiting room erupted in laughter that could
easily be heard in Geeta's room.  They loved Geeta's mischievous streak,
but this latest caper of hers was truly wonderful.
 
A horrible thought entered Thompson's head, and he looked at the
teenage Indian beauty queen enquiringly.  "Yes, you may speak,"
said the girl.
 
"That laughter - someone knows what's happening in here - we're
on camera, aren't we?"
 
"Bingo, you stupid hoser.  Not only are you on camera - you're
also on videotape.  You're in a massage parlour, something you
lawyers would call a "common bawdy house".  Your very presence
here is a criminal offence.  And I am only sixteen years old, and
the video shows me naked with you, you filthy man, pawing at my
breasts and grabbing my ass, wanting to fuck me. I have enough to
get you disbarred and criminally convicted," observed Geeta
dispassionately.  "The question is, what are your priorities?"
 
"Please tell me what you want.  The only thing that really matters to me right now is giving you what you want.  Please."  
Prior to meeting Geeta, Thompson never would have imagined himself uttering such words.  
 
"It's really quite simple.  I want money from you, and lots of
it.  And here's how we're going to do this.  You are going to
name a figure that you're prepared to pay to buy your way out of
this.  If it's high enough, I'm actually going to let you go. 
You can leave here, go home to your wife and kids, and return tomorrow with a bank draft made payble to cash in the amount we agree."  She paused.
 
"And if the figure I name isn't enough?" asked Thompson, his
voice trembling.
 
"The beating will start again, and then I'll give you another
chance.  And each time you name a figure that's too low, I'll
beat you some more.  And the beating will get worse each time. 
But before we start talking numbers, I thought I'd encourage you
just a bit."
 
Thompson lay helplessly as Geeta quickly and professionally
lubricated his asshole with vasiline.  He hated the fleeting
sensation of pleasure he felt when the girl's middle
finger briefly stroked his prostate.  His eyes widened as Geeta
showed him the dildo.  Wisely she one again gagged him before she
inserted the dildo inside him.  It was very large, and the
process took a very long time.  Eventually the job was done, and
now Thompson's anus was distended enough that she could slowly
fuck the man with the artificial cock.  With some effort she
managed to turn the man over on his side so that he was facing
the camera, and then she resumed the fucking.  To his
embarrassment and horror, Thompson felt himself growing erect. 
He would not have thought it possible that anal stimulation 
would arouse him so much.  Surprisingly,the pain had not been 
all that bad, for Geeta had been mercifully slow and gentle.  
He was very grateful to her for that, and years later when he 
thought back about this experience, he would always
to some extent be more grateful than resentful, happy that she
had not unnecessarily hurt him.  He lay motionless as the dildo
fucking went on, Geeta exploring him, gently stroking his
prostate with the dildo on each downstroke and upstroke, now
inserting 10-inch instrument fully into the man's ass.  By this
point Thompson was completely erect.  Geeta let go of the dildo.
 
"Amazing!  I got you erect without even using my hands!" 
She gently stroked Thompson's cock, he hating her for the brief
pleasure it gave him, for it was such cruel mockery.  Then she
rolled him back onto his stomach, hiding his erection from view.
 
By this point there was very little left of Thompson's ego.  He
knew he would have to placate this girl.  The one thing he had
going for him is that she was after all only 16, and she knew
next to nothing about the business world or about him.  He
probably could get out of this without paying all that much.  And
when Geeta now asked him how much he was prepared to pay, it
was without hesitation that he said, "If you give me a couple of
days I can raise almost $5,000, if I max out my credit cards."
 
He realized this was the wrong answer when the gag was placed 
in his mouth and  the razor strap descended once again on his 
ass.  He reached ten before he could no longer count the strokes, 
out of his mind with pain.
 
"That answer was very, very wrong.  Why don't you think for a
bit, and then we'll try again?"  Geeta left, going to see the
other girls in the waiting room.   Alice and Mai were both still
there, almost doubled over with laughter.  The other girls looked
at Geeta in open admiration.  They all chatted for a while,
giggling, and when Geeta judged it time, she returned to her room
and the helpless lawyer.
 
"Have you rethought your answer?" she asked.  "I really don't
want you to waste my time."
 
Thompson had indeed rethought his position.  He would have to up
his offer by an order of magnitude.  He didn't want another
beating, but on the other hand, he didn't want to have to pay too
much.  He offered $15,000, confident this would at least start
some discussion, and he was stunned when he realized that once
again the gag was going back into his mouth.  He was just
starting to increase his offer when he lost the power of speech
to the plastic ball forcing open his jaws.  This time the razor
strap fell on the soles of his feet.  He had not thought that such
pain existed, and when the gag was once again removed, he was
sobbing uncontrollably.  But he was a lawyer after all, and was
 still lying.
 
"I'm not as rich as you think, please please!" he moaned.  "I'm
over-leveraged - my house is mortgaged to the hilt, I can barely
keep up with the car payments.  I do make a lot of money, that's
true - but I've never saved any of it - I swear   - I just don't
have the money!"
 
Geeta grabbed him by the hair with one hand, and with her other 
took hold of the base of the dildo, which she'd left inserted 
in the man's ass.
 
"List - en  to me ve -ry care - full - y" said Geeta quietly,
fucking Thompson up the ass with the dildo, one stroke for each
syllable.  "I have your credit bureau.  I know what you paid for
your house.  I know how much your mortgage is.  Why do you think
I took your I.D. from you earlier, you stupid bastard? "
Now that Thompson understood just how truly fucked he was, things
went rather more smoothly.  In no time he and Geeta had agreed on
the appropriate figure.  Thompson of course would himself pay off the
arrears of Aunt Madhu's mortgage.  But more than that, he also
pay off the full balance of the mortgage, so that there was no
danger she'd ever go into default again.   Only one more beating
was required before Thompson agreed that Geeta herself was to
receive $100,000 on top of everything else to pay her for the
trouble.
 
She left the room again, returning with small, brand new lock
box, with two keys.  She opened it in full view of Thompson, and
placed inside it a video tape.  She then locked the box, and put
both keys in Thompson's pants pocket, explaining that tomorrow,
Thompson could come with the money, and in exchange, she'd give
him the box, which of course she would be unable to open as he
had the only keys, so that no copy would be made in the
interval.  Thus was Thompson  assured that she would keep
up her end of the bargain.
 
The next day the chastened lawyer appeared at the appointed time,
bearing several bank drafts.  He was surprised when Geeta led him
once again to her room, and practically tore off his clothes
before placing him on his back and mounting him in one practiced
move after slipping a rubber onto him.  She was very
tight indeed, and very wet.  After Geeta had triumphed over a
man, she loved to fuck him.  There was a certain irony in it that
appealed to her. 
 
Thompson came swiftly, crying out with the ecstasy, almost
unbelieving as he stared at the naked body of the most beautiful
woman he had ever seen rocking back and forth, her breasts
swaying, her ass tight, her hips wide and flaring over a narrow
waist.  Finally his orgasm (and hers) was finished.  "Can I see
you again?" asked Thompson.  "For sure," said Geeta.  "You and I
have settled our differences.  I'd love to see you whenever you
want.  But this time was for fun and to seal a bargain.  Next
time, you'll have to pay, like all my other customers."
 
Thompson was more than happy to oblige.  

Over the next few weeks, the staff noted a significant change in Thompson.
  He was actually civil to them.  And Thompson himself was surprised to note that he was starting to be kind to the debtors he sued, making it easier for them to resolve their differences with the bank, and recommending to his client settlements on easy and even generous terms.  

Thomson smiled to himself, looking forward to his appointment that afternoon with Geeta.   
Maybe she'd fuck him up the ass again with her dildo.  He'd grown to like it.   


* * * *

I'm thinking it's about time I gave Geeta a face.  If anyone has
any pictures of Indian girls that they think would be a good
candidate, please send them to me or email me a link.





  
Blackmailed by a teenage prostitute