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Fostering Farah - 4
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)
***
Farah was a thirteen-year old girl in foster care whose
life was going pretty well until her foster father
loaned to his friends to pay off a gambling debt. In
Part 4, Farah starts to provide fantasies along with sex
to Jeb's pals. (M/f, ped, exh, mast, oral)
***
Part 4: Stripping For Steve
Sitting on the side of the bed in the guesthouse next to
me, Jeb found the text he was searching for. "It looks
like my buddy Steve wants to see you tomorrow," he said.
"Steve owns the strip club in town. His fantasy is to
have an underage stripper perform for him. I'm supposed
to bring you to the club tomorrow morning while it is
closed. Is that okay?"
"Sounds interesting," I said. "What should I wear?"
"I think he'll have some outfits for you," he said.
"Just see how it goes."
With that I got out of bed, left the guesthouse, and
jumped naked into the pool. Jeb watched as the rest of
the cum leaked out of me and got sucked into the filter.
Then I got out, wrapped myself in a towel, and went up
to my room.
Jeb didn't make any advances towards me today. I think
he knew better!
***
There was only one car in the strip club parking lot
when Jeb dropped me off the next morning. Steve was
waiting at the door and let me in, locking it behind us.
The club was your typical strip club. It was dimly lit
in red lights and had a stage with a stripper pole in
the middle. Surrounding it was a tip rail and plush
chairs.
Steve was in his thirties and was also quite handsome. I
was in cutoffs and a crop top and he was wearing sweat
pants and a tee shirt. There was already quite a budge
in his pants.
After shaking hands and introducing each other, he led
me to the dressing room.
"What would you like me to wear? What's your biggest
fantasy?" I asked.
"Well I've always fantasized that I had a really young
underage stripper working for me here," he explained.
"Okay," I said. "Sit by the stage and I'll be out in a
little while."
Looking through the outfits, I found a short pink
sundress. It was a petite and I knew I could fit in it.
Underneath I slipped on a pair of white cotton little
girl panties and a white cotton little girl bra. I slid
a pink garter up onto my right thigh. I also slipped on
some black baby doll shoes with little ankle socks. I
put my hair in braids.
Finally I took off all my makeup. Looking in the mirror,
I did indeed look like a little Lolita.
As I walked out onto the stage, Steve started a CD with
music and sat down in front. By the look on his face, I
could tell he liked what he saw so far.
I started to dance to the sensuous sound track. I had
seen enough movies on Cinemax to know what to do. I
swayed my hips and breasts while prancing around stage.
I leaned forward so he could see the outline of my
breasts then stuck my leg onto his shoulder so he could
see my panties. Playing along with the fantasy, Steve
stuffed a dollar bill into the garter. Moving to center
stage, I peeled off my dress just as the first song came
to an end.
I was standing there in my little girl panties and bra.
The bra was white made of cotton, and had no unwire. The
material merely conformed to the shape of my breasts. I
danced like that for a while and after a few minutes, I
turned away from him and undid the clasp on the back of
my bra.
I turned back around letting it fall to the floor and he
got his first look at my A-cup titties. The air
conditioning was on. so my nipples were sticking
straight out.
I again approached Steve, thrusting my titties into his
face. With his head between my titties, I rubbed them
against his cheeks. Before he could lean up and kiss
them, I teasingly moved away. He stuck a few more
dollars into my garter.
Back center stage, I danced in only my panties. Steve
really seemed to like these little girl panties, even
though they were full cut and covered my entire waist
and butt.
After giving him a good look, I hooked my thumbs into
the waistband of my panties and pulled them completely
off, just as the song ended.
The third song was very slow and perfect for what I
wanted. I started by climbing up the stripper pole.
Luckily I was good at gymnastics. I flipped upside down
and did the splits. Steve could see my pussy, but only
from a distance. Then I slid off the pole, pranced to
the far side and bent over backwards, showing him my
pussy from behind. I think he could start to see it was
a little girl pussy.
Then I decided to get up close. I walked to where he was
sitting, lay directly in front of him and did the
splits. Seeing my hairless, thin-lipped pussy, there was
no doubt I was just a little girl, the little girl of
his fantasies.
He was so pleased, he shoved the rest of his money into
my garter. Then he leaned in and gave my pussy a little
kiss. He would have probably dwelled there longer but I
got up and finished the dance center stage. Looking down
at him, the bulge in his pants was much bigger.
"What now?" I asked as the third song ended.
"Most women come down to give lap dances now," he
answered.
"But I'm not a woman, I'm just a little girl," I teased.
"All the better!" Steve exclaimed, sliding back his
chair.
I was really having fun with this fantasy. The thought
of another grown man wanting my thirteen-year old body
was real turn-on.
I walked over naked to Steve, and straddled his lap as
another slow song started to play. He pulled off his tee
shirt so he could press his chest into my naked breasts.
My nipples felt good against his skin.
I wrapped my arms around him tightly and leaned my head
on his shoulder. I'm sure he could feel my hot breath on
his neck.
As I ground my crotch into his, I could feel the hard
cock pressing into my pussy through to soft fabric of
his sweatpants. It seemed really big.
The juices from my pussy were making his pants wet so I
lifted my pelvis up, reached down, and pulled them off.
When I did, his cock flipped straight up and the
underside slapped against my pussy.
"Oh my God!" I thought as I looked down at it.
It was a good ten-inches long and a little thicker than
either of the other cocks I had. I put my hand down
there. I just had to feel it. As I did, I felt his hand
slide down to my pussy. After he rubbed it all over, his
finger went into my pussy hole. It was wet and it slid
right in.
He fingered me for a while as I stroked his cock. I
wondered how it could possibly fit inside me? I just had
to find out. He moved his hand away so I lifted my hips
way up and placed the tip of his cock onto my pussy
hole.
Then I bore down. When I did, I felt the tip straining
to go inside. I wiggled around, coating it with my
juices and pushed down again. This time I felt it slowly
sinking in. His bulbous cockhead stretched my pussy hole
and as it sunk in deeper, my flesh closed around his
shaft.
Feeling this, I bore down harder and felt him go all the
way in. I gasped and stopped, trying to get used to the
feeling. My little pussy never felt so full. After a
while Steve started to thrust his pelvis upward. I got
the hint and began sliding my pussy up and down over his
cock.
This was a new position and one that put me totally in
control. I controlled the depth and speed of our
fucking. I like to start out slow. This way I can savor
the feeling of a cockhead rubbing against the inside of
my pussy.
There are thousands of nerve endings lining the walls of
the vagina and it seemed like Steve's cockhead was
stimulating every one of them. A slow steady fuck is
just the right way to go about exciting them.
I also learned something else about this position. I
learned that the more I leaned forward, the more his
shaft would hit my clit. This was especially true of his
larger cock. Discovering this, I leaned forward
constantly.
I closed my eyes and settled into a slow, mellow fuck.
This went on for a half-hour and then I noticed that
both of us seemed to be speeding up. It must have been
our bodies' way of telling us they were ready to
explode.
There was no point resisting this urge and I speeded up
even more. When I did, Steve's penis started to squirt
his hot cum up into my pussy. Feeling this, I bore down
hard so that he was deep inside me. This, of course,
triggered my own orgasm and we were shaking together on
the chair.
After resting with him inside of me for a while, I
pulled up. He shot his cum so deep inside me, it didn't
immediately drip out.
He leaned back in the chair totally spent so I picked up
the clothes on stage and walked back to the dressing
room. Once there I put my own clothes back on and exited
the side door. Jeb was just pulling into the parking
lot.
I hopped in and we drove away. He noticed my satisfied
demeanor right away and drilled me about what went on. I
felt no need to share and just gave him vague answers.
We drove through a drive-up window to grab a burger. As
we ate in the car, he saw the growing wet spot on the
crotch of my cutoffs where Steve's cum was leaking out.
He seemed to regret ever making the bargain with his
friends.
To be continued...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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