Foster Home in Germany, Chapter 1

by cs.unwin

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My name is Zainab. It is an Arab name which means "a fathers precious jewel". I work as an escort in the city of Frankfurt, Germany. I am very good at what I do and I am very well paid for it. My customers are mostly wealthy businessmen and some women. Because I was born in Iraq and look Middle Eastern you would think that I would be popular with wealthy visitors from the Middle East. But you would be wrong. These men, when they visit Germany, invariably choose buxom blondes with fair skin for their entertainment. But that is fine with me, because many Germans have the opposite preference and I do not lack customers.

I would like to tell you the story of how I came to Germany and my sexual education which, in some ways, led to my career choice. Members of my family were refugees from Iraq and we were all illegally smuggled into Germany. My father was the first to arrive followed by his three wives and some of the children he had with these wives. I was the youngest and the last to join my family. Refugees are not permitted to work in Germany so my family operated a black market cleaning business to make a living. One day the authorities clamped down, my father was caught and he and his wives as well as the adult children were deported back to Iraq.

Since documentation in war-torn Iraq was haphazard and hard to come by, there was no clear evidence that I was directly related to my father or any of his three wives. The court recommended I be placed in a local foster-home rather than be returned to Iraq. My father, no doubt sensing a future opportunity, chose not to contest this ruling. I was separated from my family and sent to live in a foster home run by Frau Engel.

Frau Engel was a German woman in her mid-forties, who lived in a spacious apartment in a dingy suburb of the city of Cologne. She looked like a typical German 'hausfrau' (housewife). She was quite big with large hips, a large bust, and a visible belly. Her flat had three bedrooms - one for Frau Engel and two others for her foster children. She only accepted girls for foster care.

I was twelve years old at that time with the typical dark hair and olive skin of my race. I was short and thin, and I had only just begun my monthly cycle. It was only a year later that my breasts started to bud and sparse dark hair began to grow on my pussy. I spoke German well and I was already pretty knowledgeable about sex. When you live in a one room apartment with a man and his three wives, it is hard to avoid seeing and hearing what goes on after the children are supposed to be sleeping.

Whichever wife slept next to him was the one he chose to relieve his male needs. He would pull down his

underpants, lift up the nightgown of the woman next to him, and push his big sausage shaped cock into her hairy bush. He would grunt and groan as if in pain then roll over and go to sleep after he had discharged himself into her. Each of his wives made a different noise when they were being fucked. One simply grunted when she was being ploughed, another gasped when her own climax arrived, and the third was prone to talk dirty. She would say: 'Yes Amir, fuck me harder, give me your big cock,' and so forth.

On a few occasions, when my father was away, and his wives thought I wasn't watching they would pleasure each other. I could hear the rustling of hands groping under bedclothes and telltale sucking sound a woman's fingers make as they piston back and forth into a wet pussy. I would hear phrases like: 'fuck my pussy', 'I am so hot', and 'help me cum now'. Needless to say this prompted me to rub my own sex on the rare occasion I was alone. I got a nice tingling sensation from rubbing between my hairless pussy lips, but I was then too young to experience a real orgasm.

Once I arrived at Frau Engels, I knew this life was behind me and I realized I had to adapt to a new situation. The Children's Aid official who brought me stayed while Frau Engel welcomed me, explained the house rules, and showed me to my bedroom. I was assigned the top of a bunk bed and given a small cheap flat-pack dresser for my few possessions. I was told I would be sharing the room with Lotte, a fourteen year old girl. I unpacked my meagre belongings and made my bed. When I was done I pulled off my jeans and lay down and took a nap wearing only a t-shirt and baggy cotton panties.

I was awoken by the arrival of my roommate. She was tall for her age, blonde, pretty and typically German. Her natural beauty was somewhat marred by the quantity of cheap makeup that she wore. She had a full figure and a pair of boobs I could only dream of having.

"My name is Lotte. I am going to be your big sister." She said with a grin and she tousled my hair with her hand.

I was a bit surprised at the physical contact, and even more so when she climbed up onto the top bunk and lay down beside me. Her boobs were resting against my arm and she draped her leg over my own.

"My mother ran off with a trucker and my father started giving me baths when I was your age." Lotte said with a laugh.

"That is why they put me here."

"What's your story?" She asked me.

I explained to her my situation. While I was talking she eyed me intently, brushed the hair from my eyes and stroked my arm. It felt nice.

"It is pretty OK here." Lotte told me.

"Frau Engel is nice if you get on her good side. The other girls are pretty cool. Only watch out for Hannah. She sometimes hangs with a bad crowd."

Then she changed the subject:

"Did you ever get fucked?" She asked me.

"Do you like to rub your pussy?"

Without waiting for an answer she told me she rubbed her pussy every night and that her father tried to fuck her but he was too big. He made her suck him off a few times.

"Can I rub your pussy?" She asked me. And without waiting for an answer she slipped her hand underneath my pants and ran her finger over my hairless young slit.

"No hair." She said.

"I like that. I got lots of hair on my pussy. Here feel it." she said, and unzipped her jeans, lifted her bum and with one movement removed her trousers and panties.

True to her word she had that natural regular triangle of thick hair typical of developing teens, which older women have to shave and wax to obtain. Oddly it was very dark in contrast to her blonde hair. She took my small hand and placed it on her mound. It felt very different from my own.

Her own hand returned to my hairless sex. Her probing fingers bisected the plump mounds and found the sticky crease which lay between. It was the first time anyone had touched me there and the tingling I had felt when touching myself was magnified fourfold.

"Rub me like I rub you Zainab." Lotte instructed me.

My own fingers eagerly separated her fleshy cavity and caressed the slippery insides.

"We will give each other a nice cum." Lotte promised me.

She began to move her fingers up and down my slit which moistened under her touch. I copied her faithfully, matching her stroke as her tempo increased. Lotte kissed me on the mouth. First gently and then forcing her tongue between her lips. She tasted of cigarettes and chewing gum and my senses were overwhelmed by her cheap perfume. Lotte began to pant and moan under my ministrations.

"Use your fingers" she said. "Fuck me with your fingers."

I obliged, pushing my small fingers deep into the fleshy wet envelope of her vagina. First one, then two, and finally three fingers made their way into Lotte's vagina. She took my hand in one of hers and guided it, increasing the tempo while her other hand rubbed her clit. I increased the speed of my actions, and my arm was beginning to cramp when Lotte's hips began to buck. Her legs quivered and I could feel her cunt spasm around my fingers. They were wet and squelchy with her cum. I withdrew them and tried to look closely at the juices which her vagina had expelled. My fingers were covered in clear mucus which, when I separated them, clung together in viscous strand.

"Ooh that was good! You are a good sister to me," Lotte said panting slightly.

"Did you have a cum?" I asked her.

"Yes a very good one," she said.

"Now I am going to make you cum. I am going to lick your pussy. I love young hairless pussy. Come, it is better we do this downstairs."

She helped me down onto her bunk bed, pulled off my panties and sat me on the edge of the bed. Kneeling between my legs she spread them and paused to admire my hairless twelve year old sex.

I was self-conscious and wanted to stop her. I could not believe Lotte was planning to put her mouth where I went pee, and I felt embarrassed because I had not been very scrupulous about using toilet tissue in the couple of days since my last bath.

Before I could do anything her whole mouth was clamped onto my sex and I could feel her hot wet tongue lapping at my slit. The feeling was overwhelmingly good. The familiar tingle gave way to a much stronger sensation which came from deep inside me. And as Lotte's tongue ran repeatedly up and down my slit, and over and around my small clit, an urgent longing for something came over me. I did not know what it was; but it got stronger and stronger until I was completely overwhelmed and everything went dark for a few seconds.

When I came to the first thing I saw was Lotte's face closely looking at me. Her lipstick was smudged and she looked funny. I smiled at her. Next I saw Frau Engel look over us. She had a big grin on her face. I tried to move quickly to cover my naked pussy with my hands and find my underpants.

Frau Engel gave me what I could have sworn was a wink. Her grey hair was worn to just below her ears, in a plain hausfrau style. Her plump body was covered by a plain housecoat and she wore no makeup.

"I see you are getting to know each other," she said smiling.

"Don't mind me girls, I wanted to know how you are getting on. I did not mean to interrupt you."

And with that she left the room and closed the door.

I scrambled to put on my clothes. Lotte seemed unconcerned and sat on the bed naked from the waist down, texting someone on her mobile. I was embarrassed at having been caught, and confused about what was normal in this family I had just joined. There was a knock on the door and a girl's voice announced dinner was ready. Lotte slipped on her jeans and headed for the dining room. I followed her.

- to be continued-

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