Note: This is story no.8 in the Erica series. It begins with 'Erica's First Striptease'. Then 'Erica's First Night at the Club'. Then 'Erica Needs Her Daddy'. Then 'Erica Does Some Modeling'. Then 'Erica's First Date' and then 'Erica and the Private Detective'. And then 'Erica's Daddy Tells her the Truth'. This story is the next one in the series, hope u enjoy it!!!
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When her father left, Erica thought she would never recover. She stayed in bed for a whole day, sobbing into her pillow, thinking about her Daddy and how badly she missed him.
The house was so quiet...so empty...without him.
Erica slept and slept...and cried and cried. It seemed like nothing could console her.
But late the following morning, she finally got out of bed. Naked, she went into the kitchen and opened the fridge to find something to drink.
She was so thirsty!
There was a small carton of milk inside the fridge door, but that was all. There was nothing else to eat and drink.
Erica poured a glass of milk and sipped it, looking in the food cupboard to see what was there.
Just a few cans of soup and some biscuits.
"What am I going to do?" she said to herself, as she finished the milk and washed the glass in the kitchen sink. "There's no food and nothing left to drink, and no panties to put on! And I've only got a few dollars in my purse. I guess I'll have to get a job again...and find something I can do..."
Erica went up to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, washing her naked body with warm water and liquid soap. She rinsed the soap off her breasts and tummy and then reached down to her pussy and opened her lips, washing her cunt slit with her fingers. Holding the pink love petals apart, she touched the slit with her other hand and massaged the wetness of her pussy.
"Oh...ohhhhh..." she gasped, pushing one of her fingers into the hot tightness of her teenage cunt.
She began to masturbate, leaning back against the shower screen and working her finger in and out of her tight little cunt as the water splashed against her breasts and tummy.
"Oh...my pussy...ohhh...ohhh..." Erica moaned, closing her eyes as she squeezed her thighs together...her finger moving inside her pussy...quickly up and down...short little movements...faster and faster. "Oh...ohhhh...my pussy...my pussy...ohhh...oh yes...ohhhh...my pussy...I'm going to cumm...oh...I'm cumming...I'm cummingggg...I'm cummminnngggg!"
Her cunt began to contract against her finger, and she cried out as she felt her hot juices soaking around it...oozing out of her pussy...a little spurt of milky girl-cumm splashing onto the shower floor.
Erica opened her eyes.
It felt wonderful to cumm like that.
She sighed and turned around, letting the water splash over her bare ass cheeks. Then she squeezed some liquid soap onto her fingers and reached behind, slipping her hand in between her ass cheeks. She massaged the tender little opening of her asshole, running her fingers around the puckered rim and then pushing one of her soapy fingers inside.
All the way inside.
It slipped in so easily.
Erica worked the finger in and out of her asshole for a few moments, reaching back with her other hand to squeeze the bottle of liquid soap over her swelling bottom. The creamy fluid ran down between her ass cheeks and trickled over her finger. She slipped it out of her asshole and dipped it into the soap...and then pushed it back inside, cleansing her hot little teenage anus until it was squeaky clean.
When she had finished washing herself, Erica stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. She went up to her bedroom and stood in front of her wardrobe mirror.
The towel fell to the floor and she looked at the reflection of herself, naked. Her bare breasts and nipples. Her soft tummy and the smooth, shaven V of her pussy mound. Her thighs.
"I wish I had some panties to wear..." she said to herself, reaching up to massage her breasts with her hands. "Even the tiniest little babydoll panties would be nice! Just enough fabric to cover my hot little pussy lips. Oh, I wish I had some panties to put on! I always get into so much trouble when I don't wear any!"
She opened her wardrobe and picked out a dress to wear. A pretty little floral summer dress with thin spaghetti straps and a white lace trim around the hem.
Erica stepped into it, lifting the dress over her thighs and tummy and up over her quivering breasts. She pulled the straps over her shoulders and reached behind her to zip up the back, adjusting the bodice so that the dress fitted snugly over her breasts, her swelling pink nipples pushing urgently against the flimsy material.
It was such a pretty little dress. The thin fabric hugged her body, clinging to her tummy, her smooth pussy mound and ass cheeks, and her thighs.
She felt so naked underneath it.
"I wish I had some panties to wear..." she said again, as she stepped into the bathroom.
She did her makeup and lipstick and tied her hair behind her with a pink ribbon. Then she went back to her bedroom and put on her shoes, tying the straps around her ankles.
"Maybe I should go to the mall..." she said to herself. "I mean...I need to get a job...and maybe one of the shops will...um...let me work there..."
Erica went into the kitchen and picked up her handbag, checking to see if her purse was inside. She opened it up. Just a few dollars. That was all.
She sighed softly to herself and went out of the house and walked down the street to the mall, hoping that someone there would be kind enough to give her a job.
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Erica was getting hungry. She had been to six shops but none of them had any work. So she took out her last few dollars and bought a cheese sandwich and sat down in the mall and ate it, wondering what to do next.
There was a lingerie shop just nearby. Its windows were full of the prettiest underclothes that Erica had ever seen. Corsets. Bras. Stockings. And panties in all sorts of colours. So many panties, more than she had ever seen!
She finished her sandwich and got up and walked over to the shop and went inside.
It was like a wonderful treasure trove, full of the loveliest things.
"Can I help you, Miss?" said an elderly woman behind the counter.
She looked at Erica disapprovingly and told herself that young girls dress like little sluts these days.
Erica came up to the counter.
"Hi...I'm Erica," she said, "And...I was wondering if you...um...had any work?"
"Work?" said the woman, scornfully. "For a girl like you? We don't employ sluts here, thank you very much!"
Erica looked at her in surprise.
"But I'm not a slut!" she said.
The old woman scowled at her. The girl was so pretty. The prettiest girl she had seen in a long time. She hated her for being so pretty.
"Really?" she said, raising her eyes. "That dress you're wearing isn't hiding anything from me, my dear. I can see that you're not wearing a bra. And you're probably not even wearing panties. You're a little slut, and we don't hire sluts in this kind of shop!"
Erica suddenly felt her eyes fill with tears.
"O-okay..." she said, in a trembling voice. "But I'm not a slut..."
She turned away and went to walk out of the shop. But something caught her eye.
A row of coloured lace panties, each one neatly hanging up on display in the corner of the shop.
She went up to them, reaching out to touch the panties...feeling the soft fabric...the patterns...the lacy edges...
"Oh..." Erica said softly. "So pretty..."
She picked up a pair of tiny black bikini panties and ran her fingers over the material.
They were so expensive. She could never afford to buy panties like these. They were beautiful.
She held them in her hand, caressing the sheer silky fabric.
The old woman behind the counter was serving a customer.
Erica looked around at her. The customer was arguing about something and the old woman was busy.
The panties were so pretty.
Erica wanted them so much. So badly.
More than anything.
The old woman was still busy behind the counter.
Erica stepped behind the row of panties and opened her handbag. Then -- checking once more to see if the old woman was looking -- she quickly pushed the tiny undergarment inside and walked out of the shop.
"Excuse me, Miss."
Erica gasped and looked around.
A man was standing behind her. He had a badge on his suit lapel. "Store Detective."
"Do you mind if I look inside your handbag?" he asked, taking hold of Erica's arm.