Erica's Daddy couldn't stop gambling. In a few weeks he had lost all his money. Which meant he couldn't buy Erica any of the pretty things she needed so badly.
Erica didn't know what to do. She had tried stripping and modeling. But they had only got her into trouble.
And now her father was broke. There was no money in the house. For anything.
To make things worse, he was still masturbating into Erica's panties. He would do it while she was out, at college. He couldn't help himself. The panties were so pretty...so flimsy...so tight and wet and hot. He picked them out of the laundry basket and took them into his bedroom. Lying back on the bed, he wrapped them around his hard cock, thinking about his lovely daughter. He fucked the panties hard, working his cock in and out of the thin fabric, letting his pre-cumm soak into them as he masturbated. Then, when he was about to cumm, he would pull them off his cock -- usually ripping the fabric open as he did so -- and ejaculate into them, watching as the creamy spunk splashed over the damp, torn material.
"Daddy!" Erica cried one morning, as she opened her empty drawer. "I haven't got any panties to put on!"
But her father had already gone to the casino. He wouldn't be back until late in the evening.
Erica sighed as she stepped into a sheer summer dress. The fabric hugged her naked body, showing off every curve, every detail. As she lifted the thin straps over her shoulders, she could see her pink nipples pushing through the thin bodice.
"Even my dresses are worn out!" she sighed, as she smoothed the garment down over her thighs. "I haven't bought a new dress for ages. And I need panties so badly! Oh, I wish Daddy would stop gambling like that! Soon we'll have nothing at all!"
She was almost in tears as she left the house and made her way to college.
Without any panties on under her pretty dress.
*
Peter Appleby had been watching Erica real close. His father was one of the richest men in town. They lived in a huge mansion at the top of the hill in one of the wealthiest suburbs.
His father was also the proud owner of a local strip club and a modeling agency.
Peter knew all about Erica.
He knew she had stripped at his father's night club. And he knew she had modeled at the agency. Mr Jones had given a copy of Erica's video to Peter's father, who gave it to his son when he had finished with it.
Peter had already jerked off to Erica's video over and over. She was the hottest girl he had ever seen. And she seemed to like getting fucked in the ass. The girls he had dated didn't let him fuck their asses. They didn't seem to like it one little bit.
But Erica did. And she also did ass to mouth. She sucked cock after she had been fucked in the ass.
Plus she was in his class at college.
"Hey, Erica!" he said, as she came out of the lecture theatre.
Erica looked over and blushed. She knew that Peter Appleby's family was incredibly wealthy. And she knew he only dated the richest and prettiest girls. Why would he want to talk to her?
But now he was walking towards her.
"Hey, baby," he said, smiling. "Did you like the lecture?"
"I...um...yes...it was fine..." she said, looking down at her tight little dress.
Peter smiled.
"You look real pretty, baby," he said. "Have you done any...um...modeling?"
Erica couldn't stop herself from blushing again. She was so conscious of being naked under her dress. Of not wearing any panties.
"N-no..." she lied.
"Hmmnnn...a pity, 'cos you'd be so fucking hot!" he said. "I'd like to take you out, baby. Will you come out on a date with me?"
Erica stared at him.
Was the richest boy in college asking her out?
"O-okay..." she said, in a tiny voice.
Peter laughed.
"I'll pick you up at eight, baby," he said. "Make sure you look real pretty for me, okay?"
And he walked off to class, smiling to himself.
*
Erica's father was still at the casino. She sighed as she stepped out of the bathtub and picked up her fluffy towel, gently drying her soft young body as she made her way to her bedroom.
She stood in front of her mirror and looked at herself. Naked. Her lovely long dark hair. Her pretty face. Her firm young breasts and pink nipples. Her smooth flat tummy and shaven pussy mound. And her perfect thighs and long shapely legs.
"But what can I wear?" she sighed, as she admired her reflection. "I've only got a few dresses and skirts that still fit me. And no panties to put on!"
She knew that should dress as prettily as possible for Peter. She wanted him to like her. He seemed nice. And of course, he was so rich!
Maybe he would buy her pretty things.
Erica opened her wardrobe and looked inside.
Then she reached up and took out a dress. Pink and flimsy and soft.
"My favourite dress..." she said to herself, as she held it up against her naked body. "But it probably won't fit me now..."
Her father had bought it for her when she was just fourteen years old. Four years ago.
"Maybe I'll try it on..." she said.
And she slipped the dress over her head and shoulders, and pulled it down over her bare breasts.
The thin fabric hugged her body tightly as she smoothed it down over her tummy. Her full breasts pushed against the bodice, making it difficult to do the buttons up. Erica pulled them together and it seemed as if they might burst open...so she left the front of the dress unbuttoned to the base of her cleavage, allowing the swelling roundness of her breasts to push provocatively over the tight bodice.
She looked down at the hem of her dress, which only just reached to the top of her thighs. To make matters worse, the dress flared out from her waist. Without panties on underneath, there would be nothing left to the imagination.
Erica turned around in front of the mirror.
"Oh no...it's much too short!" she gasped, looking at her lovely reflection.
The back of her dress didn't even cover her ass cheeks. She could see the soft swell of the underside of her bottom below the hemline.
Suddenly she heard a car pull up outside and a horn sounded loudly.
"Hey baby...are you ready? Let's go!"
It was Peter.
"Oh!" Erica gasped. "But...my dress..."
The horn sounded again. And again.
Erica didn't know what to do.
"My dress...it doesn't cover my pussy and...and my bare bottom!" she said to herself. "I...I..."
"Hurry up, baby!" Peter called, sounding the horn again. He sounded annoyed.
Erica felt as if she would cry. She picked up her handbag and quickly ran downstairs to the front door.
"Come on, baby, let's go! Hurry up!" Peter said, as she stepped outside.
He sat in the front seat of a shiny new red sports car.
"O-okay...just coming!" Erica said.
She turned around to lock the front door, but in her panic she dropped the key.
"Oh!" she gasped, reaching down to pick it up. But as she did so, her breasts swelled and the button at the base of her cleavage suddenly burst open.
She picked up the key and the little button, but the damage was already done. Her full breasts were almost completely exposed to view, the pink nipples pushing over the top of the open bodice.
"Hey, what a hot fucking dress, baby!" Peter cried, as Erica stood up.
She tried to pull the sides of her dress back together again to cover her bare breasts. But as she did so, the hem of her dress rose up...
...over the front of her smooth, shaven pussy mound...
...and over the swelling curves of her ass cheeks behind her.
Peter stared at the lovely sight as she walked towards his car.
