Geeta and her Aunt - Tales of Geeta, part 5(mf, ff, teen, prostitution,
pros, lactating, incest)



   Geeta had always exercised the utmost caution in hiding her activities
as a prostitute (for that is what she thought of herself - she didn't
believe in using euphamisms to hide the truth, not even from herself).  The
massage parlor in which she gave men handjobs (and much more, if they had
the money - and sometimes even if they didn't) was located on the fourth
floor of an office building.  The other floors were all occupied by
respectible businesses - law offices, a real estate brokerage, insurance
firms.  So she was able to enter the building in complete safety. 
Nonetheless, in order to hide her tracks even better, she often entered the
building from the real estate office or the hair salon on the ground floor.
Anyone following her would have a tough time.  Once in the lobby, she
always took the stairs.  In the summer, she wore sun glasses and a baseball
cap, the brim pushed low down, hiding much of her face.  In the winter it
was even easier to keep covered up.  She always changed out of her school
uniform before going to work, and her clothes were non-descript, even
frumpy.

   Her caution had been become habitual, and instead of getting careless
over time, she was constantly developing better techniques at hiding her
activities from her parents, friends and classmates.  The only time she had
ever been outed was when she entered a massage room once only to find her
English teacher lying on the table, wearing nothing but a hard-on.  How she
dealt with this will be addressed in a later Geeta tale, but subject to
that one incident, she had been quite safe from detection.

   Or so she thought.

   Readers of the Geeta series will recall how she resued her impecunious
Aunt Madhu from the clutches of a rapacious bank lattorney (see Tales of
Geeta 3).  Using all her skills (which included the infliction of severe
pain, bondage, humiliation and incriminating video tapes) Geeta compelled a
lecherous lawyer to not only stop suing her aunt on a mortgage, but to also
pay out of his own pocket everything that was owing on the mortgage, but
also to pay Geeta herself $100,000 for her trouble.

   Geeta's aunt had always been mystified how a young schoolgirl could have
possibly come up with the huge sums required to pay off her mortgage.  She
had pretended to accept her niece's explanation that one of her teachers at
school had referred her to his brother, a lawyer, and that the brother was
able to convince the bank that they had made a bad mistake, and were
discharging the mortgage by way of apology for their lawyer's behaviour. 
Aunt Madhu was well-educated, but very unsophisticated, and Geeta had
counted on her Auntie's lack of knowledge of how the world worked to
prevent Madhu puzzled her exceedingly.  She knew without a doubt that Geeta
was lying.  Somehow the girl had raised the money.  After thinking over the
matter for some weeks, Aunt Madhu reached a conclusion.  The only way she
knew of for a young, beautiful teenage girl to raise large sums of cash was
by prostituting herself.  She could not imagine there being any other
explanation.  She assumed that Geeta had sold herself to the bank or its
lawyer, and had committed herself to sexual slavery on her aunt's behalf.

   This conclusion disttressed her greatly.  She could not stand the
thought that her lovely niece might be allowing a filthy man to slake his
lust on her for her aunt's sake.  Geeta was so like a daughter to her, Aunt
Madhu having no children of her own - now in her early thirties, she had
almost given up hope - she couldn't afford the cost of the invitro
procedures she so badly wanted.  And so Aunt Madhu was resolved to
investigate the matter.  Approaching Geeta's parents was out of the
question.  If Aunt Madhu somehow was mistaken about Geeta, it would be
terrible to make such an accusation.  But if Geeta had been reduced to
common prostitution by Aunt Madhu's creditors, this could never be told to
Geeta's parents, for the inevitable result would be the mother of all
honour killings, with Aunt Madhu herself perhaps also a victim.  Aunt Madhu
would have to investigate the matter herself.

   It took Aunt Madhu weeks to put everything together.  Renting different
cars (she had more disposable income now, given that her mortgage had been
paid off), wearing western clothing instead of her habitual sari, changing
her hairstyle - all this had made it easier to observe her niece's comings
and goings without detection.  After a while, a pattern emerged.  Three
afternoons a week after school, she would see her niece walk the short
distance from her high school to an office building in northern Toronto. 
Geeta would remain inside from 3:00 to 6:00.  After that, she would cross
the street, make a deposit at a bank machine, and then catch a bus for
home.

   On two occasions, Aunt Madhu was able to get from the bank machine the
deposit printout that Geeta had carelessly left behind - on each occasion,
the deposit was over $1,000 - an unbelievable sum.  And the balance on
Geeta's account was also displayed - well into the five figures.

   Aunt Madhu had to re-think her theory.  Whatever Geeta was doing, it
wasn't for free.  She was being very well paid.  She felt some of her guilt
disappear - there was no reason to think that the bank or its lawyer was
forcing Geeta to do anything, at least not for free.  But now Aunt Madhu
was driven on by the force of her own curiosity.  She went to the office
building on Tuesday, on a day when she had seen Geeta head straight home,
and knew there was no risk of finding her there.  Aunt Madhu entered the
building, and looked at the list of companies displayed on the wall.  She
went through each of the tenants, until she saw that the entire fourth
floor was taken up by a spa.  The name looked innocuos enough - perhaps her
niece simply was making money giving massages.  But that night, when she
looked up the spa on the web, she got the shock of her life.  The website
was filled with pictures of naked young women, their faces only partially
obscured.  The services supplied by the spa didn't look like anything she'd
seen before, and one of the young women on the site was obvioulsy young and
Indian - Aunt Madhu was sure it was Geeta.  The girl wasn't called Geeta,
but Aunt Madhu correctly guessed that all of the girls were using
pseudonyms.

   A few days later, on an afternoon when she knew her niece was working,
she telephoned the massage parlor from a payphone, asking for Geeta under
the name she suspected her of using.  The girl was fetched, and as soon as
Aunt Madhu her the girl say, "hello", she knew it was Geeta.  It could be
no one else.  It was official - her niece was a prostitute.

   One Friday afternoon Geeta left school in a particularly good mood.  She
had aced her Grade 12 calculus test (she was only in Grade 11), and was
looking forward to a weekend of no homework.  But first, she was headed for
the massage parlor.  She decided that any money she made over $500 that
afternoon would not go into savings, but instead would fund a treat for
herself.  She walked to the building where she worked, entering through the
hair salon, and proceeded through to the lobby.  Once she was in the
stairwell, she removed her baseball cap and sunglasses, and undid her
ponytail, allowing her long beautiful black hair to cascade down her back.
She took the four flights of stairs almost at a run, and waltzedthrough the
open the door to the massage parlor.  At which point she screamed, for
sitting on the couch in the waiting area was none other than her Aunt
Madhu.

   "Auntie what are you doing here?" shrieked Geeta in Hindi.

   "I could ask you the same question," replied her aunt.  "But I don't
need to.  I know what you are doing here."

   "Please Auntie don't tell my parents, I beg you let's go downstairs and
talk, ok?  Please?" Aunt Madhu nodded her assent, and Geeta ran to the
office of her boss, Mai, to tell her she had a problem involving a close
friend and would be starting her shift late.  No problems there - Geeta had
long been Mai's favourite.

   Downstairs Geeta and Madhu sat in a Tim Horton's.  Geeta hardly touched
her coffee.  It was only with the greatest difficulty that she kept her
composure.  Had she been a white girl, Geeta would have been blushing a
bright red.  She was unprepared for the shame that washed over her,
threatening again and again to push her to tears.  She knew that if she
started crying, she would not be able to stop.  The only thing that allowed
her to maintain at least some control was that she knew her Auntie owed her
dearly - without Geeta's help, her Aunt and her husband would have lost
their home.

   "Geeta, please don't worry.  I didn't come here to criticize you, or to
find out something bad about you so that I could tell you parents.  It's
just that I was worried about you.  It was so strange that you were able to
pay off our mortgage, and I knew you must have been up to something to get
all that money together.  I was worried that the bank's lawyer had been
forcing you to do something.  But actually I'm relieved by what I found
out."

   "So you're not going to tell anyone?" asked Geeta, her voice quavering.

   "No, definately not.  Especially since I want you to get me a job where
you work."

   Geeta was incredulous.  "Auntie have you lost your mind?  What are you
talking about?  You're OK now.  Your husband is working again, and you have
no mortgage.  You don't need the money."

   "But Geeta, you don't need it either."

   To this Geeta really had no answer at all.  She didn't need the money.
But she loved making far more money than her parents put together.  She
loved the independence and power that came from her earnings.  And, truth
be told, she enjoyed her job, too.  With her less attractive customers, her
job was just fine, so long as they were polite, and with such men her job
was, to her mind, not much different from a nurse's.  She was simply
attending to the customer's needs.  But when the man was attractive, then
her job was truly wonderful.

   Aunt Madhu explained that she was tired of living on the edge.  The
paycheque to paycheque existence held no appeal for her.  Her university
degree in engineering was useless in Canada - she'd never be able to
practice her chosen profession, and she was tired of working in grocery
store for minimum wage.  She wanted something better than that.  And she
wanted children - without access to funds, she'd never be able to afford
the fertility treatments.

   And so that very day Geeta introduced her Aunt Madhu to Mai, to see if
Mai would hire her.  But first Geeta took her Aunt into the back room where
the girls waited for customers.  Aunt Madhu was not shown to best advantage
in what she was wearing that day, and Geeta asked Ming, a beautiful young
girl from Shanghai, whether Madhu could borrow one of her outfits.  Ming
complied with cheerful alacrity - everyone at work liked Geeta and would do
anything for her.  Geeta took her Aunt into an unoccupied massage room to
change.  Geeta remained in the room with her Aunt to watch -she had two
concerns that had to be addressed.  First of all, did her Aunt look the
part?  Her Aunt had always worn loose saris which didn't show much , but
today Madhu was dressed in a track suit, which showed even less.  She
wondered whether her Aunt was in shape for the job.  She didn't want to
introduce her Aunt to Mai if Madhu was unsuitable.  Her other concern was
her Aunt's modesty.  If Madhu couldn't handle dressing up like a tart, then
there would be little chance of her managing to strip for men and let them
use her body as a plaything.

   As Geeta watched, her Aunt quickly stripped off her clothing with no
sign of hesitation.  Aunt Madhu had persuaded herself that this was no
different from going to the gym.  She'd stripped in front of many women
there, and so this was no different.  What Geeta saw amazed her.

   Aunt Madhu was 5'2" and not much more than 100 lbs.  A good portion of
her weight was in her breasts, which were a mouth-watering 36D.  Aunt Madhu
was in excellent shape - she was built very much like her niece, but on a
smaller scale.  She had a supurb hourglass figure, her narrow waist flaring
to wide, feminine hips.  She went to the local gym five times a week, and
it showed - she had the body of a much younger woman.  As Geeta watched,
her Aunt squeezed her lucious frame into the revealing outfit Ming had lent
her.  Madhu's breasts almost exploded out of the costume, the beautiful red
colour going very well with her dark skin.  A bit of aerola was visible and
very alluring.

   Madhu posed for Geeta, her hands demurely behind her back.

   "Will this do for the interview?" she asked.

   "Damn right!" said Geeta, who escorted her to Mai's office.  She
explained to her boss that she had a friend who was looking for a job in
the trade - no experience, but eager to learn.  Mai looked Madhu up and
down.  Mai noticed the family resemblance immediately, but said nothing. 
She wondered what was going on - perhaps this was a cousin of Geeta's. 
Impossible that she could be as good an earner as Geeta - she'd never
encountered anyone better.  But Madhu would do very well indeed.  In fact,
Mai found herself staring at Madhu's dark nipples, protuding out from
underneath the translucent fabric of her outfit.  Geeta was observing Mai
closely, and knew exactly what was on her boss's mind.

   "Well," said Mai, "You're hired.  The only thing is this - while Geeta
was downstairs, we got backed up a bit.  Can you start right now?" Madhu
nodded affirmatively - no time like the present.  Mai told Geeta to partner
with Madhu on her first massage - she couldn't send Madhu in alone with no
training, knowing absolutely nothing.  And so Geeta and Madhu made their
way down the hall to room 8, where a man in his mid-twenties was waiting
for them.

   Geeta and Madhu entered, and they exchanged greetings with the customer.
Geeta had never seen the man before.

   "I know you only asked for one girl, but you're getting a treat today.
My friend here is new (Geeta introduced Madhu using the pseudonym assigned
her by Mai), and I'm going to show her the ropes."

   The man was all eagerness - he'd dropped by today as a bonus for
himself, having just finished the probation period at his first job after
graduating from university.  And it was already worth the $60 door fee -
two drop-dead gorgeous women only a few feet from him.  He put his head
back down on the table and lay face down, awaiting events.

   Geeta started by removing the towel off the man, leaving him completely
nude.  She had told her Aunt before stepping into the room to watch
carefully, and Geeta could see that Madhu was indeed taking all this in,
her eyes wide and twinkling with anticipation.

   Geeta asked the man if he liked oil or lotion (oil was the answer), and
soon Geeta was giving the lucky fellow an expert massage, starting on his
upper back, and working her way down gradually.  After rubbing the man's
back for a while, she turned him over to Aunt Madhu.

   Madhu's technique was no where near as good as her niece's, nor was she
as strong.  Geeta showed her how to make up for her lack of strength by
using her forearms and her bodyweight instead of her hands in order to put
sufficient pressure on the customer.  Madhu carefully did as she was told,
gradually increasing the force she was using as she learned that the man
seemed to be enjoying what she was doing to him.  Geeta worked on the man's
thighs and calves, watching her Aunt work.

   Geeta told the man about the extras.  He'd never been to a massage
parlor before, and so Geeta explained the services and rates - topless,
nude, nude reverse, and body slide.  She explained what each of these
involved.

   "And then of course there's the extra extras," she added.  The man was
quite curious about these.

   "Well, I don't do those that often," explained Geeta.  "But I want my
friend here to know a bit about these.  Some ladies will give you a blow
job, with or without a rubber, and may or may not let you cum in their
mouth.  A number of ladies will also provide you with full service - I
don't need to explain that, do I?"

   The man shook his head no.

   "Now full service always involves a rubber, of course.  You can ask a
lady if she will do any extra extras, but of course it's not expected of
her, and many will say no.  And let me give you a little piece of advice -
when your service provider quotes you a price for something, don't haggle
with her.  We hate that.  Either pay or don't pay, but please don't try to
bargain us down.  It's a real turn-off."

   The man was grateful for the instruction, and said as much.  His manner
was very polite and respectful, and Geeta was pleased with him, and so she
began to perform an external prostate massage on him, gently stroking his
perenium.  She explained to her Aunt what she was doing, her clinical
instruction contrasting amusingly with the customer's moans, which
increased in volume and urgency as Geeta worked on him.  She let her Aunt
take over, and the man's pleasure was somewhat reduced.  Geeta explained
that it took practice to do a good prostate massage, and that Madhu would
learn with time.

   "She's doing very well," said the man encouragingly.  Geeta rewarded him
by taking over from her aunt, and placing the tip of her middle finger on
his anus.  "Do you like that?" she asked.  The man gasped, raising his ass
in the air.  Geeta kept her finger at the man's entrance, teasing him for a
while as his hips rose and fell on the table.  Finally she let her finger
gently slide into the man's rectum, only the tip at first, gradually
working more and more in until the finger was buried to the hilt.  Later
the customer would come to realize that he'd been spoiled.  He tried other
girls both at Geeta's massage parlors and in others, but never did he find
anyone even close to her, except of course Madhu.  And so he was destined
to become a regular and favourite customer of each of them.

   Geeta's finger began gently to stroke the man's prostate from inside,
while she teased his perenium from the outside.

   "Oh god that it so good oh please sweet jesus don't stop oh fuck I can't
believe that's so good no one has ever done that to me oh god you're sooo
wonderful. . .  "

   Geeta and Madhu smiled at each other.  Geeta withdrew her finger as she
didn't want the man cumming too soon.  Time to get down to serious
business. She told him to flip over onto his back.  He did, and Madhu
gasped.

   "It's so big!  I didn't know they came that size!" Her tone was so
obviously genuine that the man had no doubt that her admiration was real,
and he was highly gratified.  He was only six inches when erect - very
average in his estimation.  No woman had ever reacted this way before.  But
unfortunately for Madhu, her husband was not well-endowed - barely four
inches when hard, and he was not hard very often, at least not often enough
for Madhu, who had had far too many solitary orgasms alone at night
downstairs while her husband slept.  She practically drooled at the sight
of the beautiful cock in front of her.

   Without prompting from Geeta, Madhu reached out to hold the man's penis,
taking it into her hand and feeling the incredible heat it radiated.  She
had given her husband handjobs before, and she started to work on the
customer, happy that he was obviously enjoying her work.  As she did so,
Geeta moved to the head of the table, removing her top.  She started to
massage the man's chest, allowing her ample breasts to sway slightly
slightly above the man's face.

   "Is touching allowed?" he asked.  He scored another brownie point with
Geeta for asking.  As it happened, with Geeta touching was always allowed -
it was one of the reasons she got such good tips.  But it was nice to be
asked.

   "Oh yes sweetie you're welcome touch me - and not just with your hands!"

   Geeta was immediately rewarded with the sensation of a nipple being
hungrily but gently sucked into the customer's mouth.  He gently tugged at
the nipple with his lips, and then began to work his tongue around,
switching from one breast to the other, enjoing the feel of a heavy, firm
breast in each hand.  Madhu watched in fascination (and to her surprise,
with increasing lust - she liked the sight of her the man suckling at her
young niece's firm breasts).  As Madhu slowly moved her hand up and down
the man's shaft, she thought she'd try Geeta's prostate trick, and gently
placed a finger at the man's entrance.  Quickly the fellow forced Madhu's
extended middle finger inside himself.  There was no need for her to direct
her finger; by now the man knew where he wanted it, and positioned his body
accordingly.  Soon he was issuing muffled moans which barely escaped him,
as his mouth was filled with Geeta's breast.  Madhu sensed the man was
close to cumming, and backed off, instead starting to massage the man's
legs.

   When she sensed he was in no danger of cumming right away, she shocked
Geeta, the customer and even herself by bending over and taking the head of
the man's penis into her welcoming mouth.  The man raised his hed from the
table, looking into Madhu's lovely brown eyes.

   "Oh that's is so damn good oh thank you thank you oh I can't believe
this!"

   Neither could Geeta.  Only a few feet from her was her oh so proper
Auntie, bobbing her head up and down on a stranger's cock with great
enthusiasm.  Geeta felt herself getting wet, turned on by the combination
of the sucking on her nipples and the sight of her Aunt's enthusiastic cock
sucking.

   "Would you like to put a rubber on him before he cums?" asked Geeta.

   Madhu hadn't thought of that, and agreed.  Geeta got a rubber from the
supply drawer, and with practiced skill rolled it onto the man
effortlessly. "Now you can finish him off!" said Geeta with a laugh.

   And indeed Madhu did, climbing onto the table between the man's splayed
legs.  She took the man into her mouth again, touching her own clitoris
with excitement as she worked on him.  And then, to Geeta's disbelief, her
Aunt quickly mounted the man, inserting the head of his penis into her
snatch.  She grunted with pain - she'd never felt anything so big inside
her.  But she was very lubricated, and in no time the man was in her to the
hilt, she riding on top of him, happy to be filled for the first time in
her life.

   On top Madhu controlled the pace, rocking her body back and forth at a
tempo that suited her, but which would not let the man cum.  He reached up
his hands to grasp Madhu's bountiful breasts, gently pinching the nipples
and causing the woman to gasp with pleasure.  Geeta sat down on a couch,
content to watch her Aunt go to work.  Finally the man could take no more,
and he moved Madhu onto her back, and took her in the missionary position.
Madhu raised her legs over the man's shoulders, loving the sensation of
feeling the man pound into her over and over again.  Madhu had never
managed to orgasm as a result of being penetrated by her husband - he just
couldn't stimulate her enough.  But this was different.  Geeta explained
later to her why - the man's cock had a much greater circumference that
Madhu was used to, and it stretched the entrance to her vagina, causing her
clitoris to protude.  It pushed up against the man's pelvic bone as he
thrust in and out, and soon Madhu felt the most powerful orgasm of her life
wash over her.

   "Oh yes oh YES!" she screamed.  "Oh fuck me give it to me hard with your
big cock fuck me like I've never been fucked before oh that's it that's it
I'm cumming I'M CUMming I'MMMM CUMMING!" Madhu screamed as she completely
lost control to the man almost ten years her junior.  He could hold off no
longer, and came in strong spurts so powerful that for some time afterwards
his balls ached.

   After they'd all showered, the man asked what he owed.  Geeta stepped up
to him, and gave the man a deep kiss.  "Nothing for me - I was just the
instructor.  If you'd asked Madhu before you fucked her what full service
cost, she probably would have told you $250.  But because she did it
voluntarily, you don't have to pay full price.  Just give whatever you
think is appropriate."

   The man paid $250 without any hesitation.  After all, he'd just had the
best sex of his young life.

   * * *

   Some months passed, during which Madhu had assumed regular duties at the
massage parlor.  She was not as big an earner as Geeta, but she was far
better than average.  Indeed, the two of them working together became a
very popular duo for the higher-end customers who like that sort of thing.
The reader may think that money could not tempt Geeta to engage in
incestuous lesbian sex - after all, by this time in her career she had
considerable sums set aside.  But the reader would be wrong.  Despite the
fact that Madhu was Geeta's favourite aunt, Geeta was, after all, a whore,
and it did not take all that much extra money to persuade her to perform
expert and pleasing cunnilingus on her Auntie - all it took was an extra
$500 for Geeta (and the same for her Aunt) to arrange for this interesting
diversion.  Soon Madhu too was persuaded that it was worth the extra money
not only to receive oral pleasure from her teenage neice, but to return it,
too.  Madhu's initial resistance to this act was in fact easily overcome by
the massage parlor owner, Mai, who (just as she had with Geeta), introduced
Madhu to the joy of lesbian sex.  Mai did this one Friday afternoon by
persuading Madhu to watch while Geeta and Mai made love, and in no time at
all, Madhu found herself joining in, french kissing Mai while Geeta brought
her over and over again to spectacular orgasms.

   * * *

   Soon Madhu had enough money to pay for the fertility tests she had so
badly wanted.  With difficulty, she persuaded her husband to participate.
She soon had her diagnosis.  There was nothing wrong with Madhu - the
problem was her husband's low sperm count.  Madhu lied to her husband,
claiming that it was her fault, but also told him that the doctors held up
some hope - she claimed they'd perscribed her a fertility drug, and that
soon they should try again to have a child.  Indeed, Madhu planned to have
a child, but her husband would not be involved.

   She'd been keeping an eye out for the appropriate customer, and
eventually found him - a man about 5'8" tall, Indian background (although
from Trinidad), with her husband's wirey frame and not dissimilar facial
features.  One day, when the time was right, this man happened to come by
to see Madhu for his usual massage (he was not a wealthy customer, and
could not afford to pay much in the way of extras).

   The fellow was surpised when, after rubbing his back and being flipped
over, he saw that Madhu was now topless.  He'd never had the money to pay
to see her breasts, and they were wonderful - far more bountiful than his
wife's.  He spoke his admiriation of her figure.

   "I like you, sweetie.  I thought I'd give you a treat" Madhu replied. 
The treat of course did not stop there, and the man was even more surprised
when the rest of her clothing was removed.  Madhu climbed up onto the
table, and without prompting, slipped a rubber onto him.  He closed his
eyes, thanking god for the blowjob he now expected.

   But he was in for a surprise, for instead Madhu moved herself over him,
and gently lowered herself until his hard cock was deep inside her.  The
man came almost instantly, so surprised was he.  He was also disappointed.
If he'd known what was in store, he'd have held on longer.

   But Madhu comforted him.  "We've got plenty of time.  Just relax, and
I'm sure you'll be up to the job in no time!".  She slipped off him, and
the man never noticed that the top section of the rubber was missing -
Madhu had removed it.  Madhu didn't want the man's precious cum to leak out
of her, and instead of standing, she lay down with the man on the narrow
table, kissing and holding him for a while, allowing him to suckle at her
ample breasts.

   Soon she felt the man again grow hard, and she repeated what she had
done earlier, slipping a defective rubber on to him and mounting him - this
time even more easily.  Then she manuvered the man into the missionary
position, and let him pound away for all he was worth.  Having cum once
aleady, the man's control was excellent, and after a while he felt Madhu
begin to respond beneath him.  Suddenly she arched her back and thrust
against him repeatedly, her vaginal contractions and ecstatic moans far too
realistic to be fake.  Gratified, the man came violently, filling her with
his potent cum.  After some rest, the man fucked her a third time to their
mutual pleasure.

   At Madhu's invitation, the man returned the next day, this time staying
almost two hours and cumming inside her no less than four times.  A few
weeks later, Madhu received the news she had been hoping for - she was
pregnant.  In this same time span, she had slipped viagra into her
husband's drink a few times, making it far easier for the unmanly fellow to
achieve erection and fuck her to completion, not that she felt anything,
having been much stretched out in her new profession.  But the husband was
convinced that his wife's pregnancy was due to his own efforts, and
recognized the child as his own with no hesitation after the boy was born 9
months later.

   Madhu had been careful not to gain too much weight during the pregnancy,
and worked very hard to get back in shape.  After a few months, she was
again taking a short shift now and again, but this time with a new
speciality - catering to men with a lust for lactating women.  Yes, this
may shock some innocent readers, but such women are very much in demand -
Mai had explained this to a stunned Madhu when she'd told Mai of her
pregnancy.  And so 3 or 4 times a week, Madhu would attend at the massage
parlor, and allow special, well-heeled customers to suckle at her breasts.
Such men particularly delighted in fucking her while draining her of milk,
experiencing furious orgasms as they did so.  And Mai too delighted in this
practice, putting on a show for the occasional customer by lying in Madhu's
lap while being breastfed.

   Doubtless we will learn more of Madhu in future Geeta tales.
   


  
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