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.
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