Erica slept for a long time. By the time she awoke, her father had left for work and she was in the house on her own.
She lay in bed, thinking about what had happened last night at the club. How Mr James had fucked her in the ass. And then, when she stripped on the stage, how all those men fucked every one of her wet holes...maybe 20 men, perhaps more...she lost count as they continued to cumm into her pretty mouth and pussy and her tight little asshole.
"Oh Daddy..." she said to herself as she sat up in her bed. "They...they raped me, Daddy..."
She wanted her father to be there for her, to comfort her. But he wouldn't be home until the evening.
And then she was meant to go back to the nightclub to strip again.
Erica climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom, stepping into the shower. She washed herself even more thoroughly than she had last night when she got home, trying to erase every trace of the sex she had with all those men.
"Oh...ohhh..." she whimpered, as she held her pussy lips apart under the spraying water, washing inside her vagina with silky liquid soap. Her clit was already swelling as she pushed a soapy finger into her cunt...feeling it contract for a moment and then squeeze the finger gently as it slipped deeper inside.
She didn't want to, but Erica couldn't help herself. She leant back against the wall of the shower and masturbated for a few moments, quickly bringing herself to a delicious climax.
"Oh...Daddy...Daddy..." she whimpered, as her fingers brushed against her exposed clit.
She sighed as her climax subsided, and picked up the liquid soap, squeezing some onto her fingertips.
Reaching behind, she leant forwards a little and began to massage the tight little opening of her asshole, pressing harder with her fingers each time until the tiny pink orifice opened up like a flower...
...and she pushed two of her soapy fingers inside.
"Oh...uhhh...uhhhh..." she gasped, as she pushed the fingers deeper into her asshole...
...and then eased them out a little...and pushed them in once more...
...in and out...
...working her soapy fingers quickly in and out of her asshole now, leaning against the shower wall...
"Ohhh...oh Daddy...ohhh...my asshole..." she gasped, as she finger-fucked her tight little soapy anus, the water splashing against her naked body. "Oh...oh yes...my asshole...my asshole!"
Her cunt spasmed as she pushed her fingers deep inside her hot little anus, as she sobbed aloud as she climaxed a second time, her body trembling with excitement.
"Oh...ohhhh...ohhh..." she whimpered, as she let the orgasm spread through her young body...her fingers buried inside her bottom...the water splashing against her as she realised something unbelievably important.
Her asshole was special.
It excited her more than anything.
And she wanted her Daddy. Now.
*
Erica was dressing in her bedroom when she heard the front door open.
"Darling? Are you still in bed?"
It was her Daddy. He was home!
"Yes...yes, Daddy!" she cried. "I'm getting dressed. I'll be down in a moment!"
She was so happy that she thought she would cry. Her Daddy had come home early! Erica quickly pulled her panties up -- her sheer black lace panties -- and pulled on a tiny pink tee shirt.
And she skipped out of her bedroom and went downstairs.
"Daddy...Daddy!" she cried, running into the kitchen.
Her father was putting his briefcase down on the table. He turned to face his beautiful daughter.
"Erica...oh my!" he said, as she ran up to him and threw her arms around his neck.
To his surprise, she burst into tears, sobbing against his shoulders.
"Hey...baby girl...what is it?" he said, holding her tight.
He young body pressed urgently against his, and he could feel her heart beating against his chest. He put his arms around her, letting his hands slips down to her hot little panties.
Erica looked up at her Daddy, her lovely eyes moist with tears.
"Oh Daddy..." she said, her voice trembling. "I...I've been so bad, Daddy..."
Her father looked at her.
"But angel, you can never be bad!" he said. "You're my baby. And you're so fucking pretty!"
His hands moved over her panties as he held her, feeling the outline of her pert round ass cheeks.
Erica wanted to tell her father what had happened at the nightclub. How she had stripped for Mr James. And how so many men had...fucked her.
In all her pretty holes.
But should she tell him everything?
Maybe if...
"Daddy..." she said, whimpering against his shirt as he held her tight. "I...I went to a club last night. A...a strip club, Daddy..."
"A strip club, baby?"
"Oh please don't be angry at me, Daddy!" Erica said, looking up at him. "I...I wanted to earn some money...to...to buy pretty things, Daddy. And someone told me about it. A girlfriend. So I went and auditioned for the manager and he...he hired me...and...and..."
Her Daddy looked at her, his eyebrows raised.
"Did you strip, honey?" he asked, after a moment. "Is that what you're telling me?"
Erica started to cry again.
"Y-yes, Daddy..." she said. "I went to the club last night. I was late. And the manager was kind of angry with me. He made me go on the stage in just my panties, Daddy. And...and I stripped. Oh Daddy, I'm really sorry! I guess I just wanted to be...um...all grown up..."
Her father stopped touching her panties and stepped back, looking thoughtfully at his lovely daughter. He pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Baby", he said. "If you wanted money, you only have to ask me. I can buy you all the pretty things you want! You don't have to strip to earn money, angel. Did you strip naked, baby?"
Erica stood in front of her father, nervously biting her lower lip.
