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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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