Erica Chapter One free porn video

It never rains but it pours mused Erica as her phone rang. She was hot, flustered, in a rush, dirty and driving but she knew she needed to answer it. She pulled into the nearest parking space which was a handy parking lot, that was beside a neighbourhood store. It was her husband, frantic to do well in his newly promoted job. He'd left a document in the boot of her car and needed to check the date on it. She slid out of the car and checked the date for him before he ended the call. As she stood there, the smell from her clothes hit her. A small car, an ill, scared dog loose in the car, not a good combination but her dog was the love of her life and like many people in life her dog was a replacement to compensate for her lack of c***dren. The dog was her pride and joy. She knew she spoiled it but, first things first, the Vet! Then she could change out of her gym kit before washing the dog's vomit and urine off herself and clothes. She carefully opened the car door but in the blink of an eye out rushed her wild eyed dog. A yelp, a human cry of pain and Erica turned to see her dog biting the leg of a passing girl. Just as she thought she had control of her day a new path was opening for her.

Another blink of an eye later saw Erica scoop her snarling dog up into her car, before she turned to face a shocked young woman. Her jeans had holes in from Erica's dog and she could see the holes where tinged with blood. With a sense of mortification Erica apologised and tried to explain but the lady was clearly in shock. Things are never simple especially when you're in a rush, mused Erica, as she began to help the woman. The woman wanted just to get store where she worked, which by fortune was right by the car lot. Erica helped support the pale and shaking woman to her place of work apologising to her and then to her boss. All Erica had time to do was leave her number and promise to return after she finished taking the dog to the Vets.

After an emotional hour Erica found herself pulling back into the parking lot and preparing to see the woman her dog had bitten. She had managed to clean herself up at the Vets but her clothes needed a wash. As a desperate measure she had sprayed herself with air freshener in the toilet! If she was honest she wasn't sure it was an any better smell! The problem with being new in town was there is always so much to do in the beginning. She hadn't yet found a Vet for her beloved dog, so when she had gone to get a drink, while doing her keep fit at home and found her dog fitting she panicked. She took her to the first Vets she could find despite it being in what she might consider as the wrong side of town. Still at least her dog was safe and she could pick it up tomorrow from the Vets Surgery. Now all she had to do was deal with the woman her dog had bitten.

She took a deep breath and stepped out of her car. The store was the bottom floor of what looked like a much older store which had clearly seen better times. As seems the modern way the upper floors looked like they had been converted to apartments. The store itself, a classic 'we stock everything approach', lots of aisles and shelves. Erica recognised the woman behind the counter who was chatting to the manageress.

"Hi," said Erica nervously shifting from one foot to another.

"So the lady with mad dog returns!" Exclaimed the manageress. "That dog's a menace, should be put down! And who's gonna fill in for Clara here? She's the only thing stopping me calling the cops!"

Erica gulped, this was going badly. She loved her dog like a c***d, she needed to think quickly to get out of this, but before she could speak the woman spoke.

"Molly here, thinks I should call the cops, get that damn dog put down! She's shown me the CCTV from the parking lot and it looks bad! I love pets but I gotta work and can't. This leg needs rest and I got bills to pay Molly reckons her employee insurance will pay up if I go to the cops so I got no choice but I just wanted to tell you before I rang, sorry," said Clara.

CCTV, cops, Erica's mind whirled.

"Wait!" she cried as she thought. "Maybe I can sort this, ...please.."

"How?" came the chorused replies.

And so Erica found herself in an old store room at the back of the store looking for a uniform, feeling distinctly poorer but relieved. Clara had needed money to cover her wages for a few days, new jeans and as Molly put it goodwill. It had still left the problem of who could cover her shift as it was too short notice to get anyone else, so here she was. Before Clara left in a cab, she had explained where things were, how to use the till, and with a conspiratorial wink, while Molly was away, that all the CCTV cameras in the shop were bust, it was only the parking lot one that worked! Apparently Molly managed this shop and a few other businesses from a back office for guy named Claude who owned the place.

She found the thin housecoat style uniform and was aware that her wet things would mark it so she undressed. Catching a look at herself in a mirror she smiled. She was 37 years old 5'7", 120 lbs, tan skin with tan lines, blonde hair, brown eyes. She looked pretty good, the keep fit was working! She was strangely thrilled, semi naked in a strange place, it felt like the start of new adventure. Something exciting which she secretly craved. She was delighted her husband had got promotion and had his own new start but felt left out, she'd left behind friends, her work and all she knew for his career. She frowned as she patted her matching thong and bra set. She only had a 32A cup breast but had long nipples. Her husband always liked her to make the best of them and her toned legs, the thong seemed to emphasis her ass cheeks which her hubby always teased as being a big fat ass. The lingerie was still wet, it would show through, so she shrugged then removed them and placed them carefully on a chair. Her husband had always begged and teased to go out without any underwear but she drew a line, yet here she felt different, somehow liberated. A naughty impulse washed over her as the thrill of being nude hit her, she spun to face the camera and pouted before performing a slow undulating dance where she caressed herself in the way she had seen when she watched porn with her husband, she cupped her breasts, blew the fake camera a kiss and giggled before slipping on the uniform and stepping out to her new world.

The shift at work seemed to fly past. It was strangely enjoyable, she was anonymous, an unknown, she could be however she wanted to be! The dress was flimsy and coarse but this somehow heightened her senses. She was strongly aware of being naked under it, only a thin layer of cloth between her and prying eyes. The cool air under the dress felt unfamiliar yet exciting, reaching and stimulating normally covered areas. As she moved she had to stop herself gasping at the strange thrill of bare flesh being brushed by coarseness. She couldn't stop smiling! Erica was sure that the customers where teasing her. One lady made her reach things which were high up. She was strongly aware of the air and rise of her hem as she reached up, then when she had to use a small ladder, she knew the lady was just asking for items to make her reveal her ass.

Rather than be offended which was her normal response she found herself excited, her thoughts moved from let them stare, to wanting them to! As she went up she would push her ass out hoping that the lady would see her bare ass, and even lingered on the top step revelling in the silent elicit thrill of exhibiting herself. She felt she was acting like a cheap slut and realised she loved it! She began to wonder who this naughty tease was inside her, but was enjoying having found her and best of all, after a few days she would never see any of these people again! Other customers seemed to have worked out little arrangements so she'd be asked to get something which necessitated squeezing past customers, it was weird but the thrill she got as she felt the odd hand on her waist or ass was electric and she began to offer to get things just to sate an naughty inner demon. Clara had mentioned the odd customer would try this and had just smiled saying the tips all counted! So go with the flow she thought.

As the shift wore on Erica was sure the store got busier. When she tried to squeeze past customers, more and more often she would feel them push their hips into her and smiled in delight as she felt a bulge or two. It made her feel powerful, wanted and made her nipples stand out in her uniform with excitement. The customers loved this new sexy assistant, did she realise when she stood in certain places her dress was transparent and that her nipples were so proud they looked painful? News had spread in the neighbourhood of a new teasing slut and many had gone in for a look or a cheeky feel of her very pert ass. With an odd feeling of loss and regret her shift ended and she went to change into her damp things. She looked at the empty chair and searched the room but her lingerie had gone. She was still too worried and unsettled by Molly to say anything so went home without any underwear on under her clothes.

Erica got home, her head still spinning after the days events. Her husband was still at work, she needed a shower and to get dinner ready. Time flew past quickly as a meal was prepared and it was only when under a jet of hot water that she was able to reflect on the days events. Her whole body felt alive, electric and very sensitive. She smiled at what she'd done, never had she ever imagined doing any of that showing off or going without underwear. Her husband loved her do role play in the bedroom and maybe she should re-enact the slut shop assistant for him, she giggled as she wondered where she could get the dress. This was already wilder than anything she had acted out and even though her husband wanted her to be more raunchy she knew he would blow a fuse if he knew what she had done. As her mind wandered so did her hands, caressing over her body in the pretence of washing, each touch causing ripples of pleasure to flow through her. Erica gave a slight shudder as she realised where her hands were. She was wet and her nipples ached.

One hand had moved to roll her enlarged nipple between her fingers while the fingers on her other hand had entered herself while she was lost in thought. She hadn't been this excited or turned on in months and as she relaxed in the privacy of her mind and bathroom she realised how much she loved having her ass stared at, how sexy and desirable the short dress made her feel. She had missed and needed the level of attention she had got today. Her fingers began to knead more, pressingly in her hidden inner folds while her other hand drew her nipples away from her small breasts, they ached and yet sparked with energy at each squeeze and pull. The harder the squeeze and pull, the harder she breathed. Her hand was quivering between her legs, electricity was flowing all over her, each drop of water was like the most passionate kiss of a lover on her skin. Gasping deeply she felt her knees buckle as a flood of sensation and emotion washed through her. She heard someone in the distance screaming as the blood pounded in her ears. As the most intense orgasm she'd had in weeks ebbed she realised the voice was hers. Her husband had never managed to get to scream in delight like that and smiling decided to add it to her role play skills!

All night she found herself looking forward to the next shift! Before she realised what she'd done she was driving through town again in a short summer dress pulled high up her bare legs. In a totally out of character twist, she had hoped to go naked under the dress. Memories of the previous day were still fresh and it had been such an unexpected and stimulating erotic episode. She smiled as she relished the feel of the air vents blowing against her legs and her exposed slit. Her nipples were already enlarged against the dress. She realised her inner slut wanted a trip out and wanted to make the most of it before it all ended! Waiting at the lights Erica's leg began to twitch away to the music before she realised that the radio was off. She hadn't done this in years, then never outside. She bounced her leg, tensing and untensing, clenching and unclenching, breathing faster and faster. She closed her eyes in delight as she felt a warm moisture spread between her thighs.

A car horn sounded and reality kicked in. She was so near to an orgasm, in public, at the traffic lights. So near and now her body was so hungry to be touched but reality, common sense and years of being sensible overruled her desires. She cleared her head and drove off on hoping her dress was still dry. Even this which in the past would have horrified her, today it only raised a smile and a mischievous look in the eye. Erica felt oddly proud as she realised there was plenty of life left in her and day to day living didn't have to be same dull routine she had fallen into! But first things first, today's shift!

Her uniform was, as expected, hung on the back of the door to the room that was used as the staff room. She found herself eager to remove her dress and fold it on the chair. Lust was still high on her mind. There was a large mirror fixed to the wall and she smiled as she saw her reflection. The hours in the gym where paying off and she loved the way her body moved. Her inner needs took over her hands which began to caress her legs, ass and belly. Her skin tingled and her breathing quickened. She watched enthralled in the mirror, imagining the hands belonged to a secret lover. She cupped her own breasts surprised by how sensitive they were and how good it felt. She began to pant as her fingers kneaded the underside of her pert breasts and let out a loud gasp as she gently rolled her own nipples between her finger and thumb.

Waves of pleasure rocked through her and she felt her legs weaken, burning desire and a sense of wanting new pleasures had swept her away. She grabbed the chair and placed it in front of the mirror. She sat looking at herself touching herself! She wanted to see more! Placing a trembling foot against the glass and keeping the other on the floor she opened her legs to reveal a shiny, swollen, silky and very wet slit. Her hands moved by themselves down her belly and began to explore the wetness of her thighs and between her legs. She watched enchanted as she traced the outline of her lips, watching how they quivered when a nail brushed them and rocking as the associated wave of ecstasy washed through her. She moved her hands remembering a game she had once played with her husband pretending to be a model. She had never gone this far and now she wished she was that model she had seen in one of her husbands films.

As she circled her ring of need she drew the wet fingers of her other hand to her mouth and licked them. The taste was odd, unfamiliar but for the first time ever, desirable. She sucked her fingers clean, hungry for more as her other hand parted her lips and began to seek out the hidden secret spots inside herself which would release her frustration and fulfil her desires. Her hand was quickly soaked as one then two then three of her fingers slipped into to herself. She caught sight of the image of a wild eyed slut, whose pussy was spread wide and dripping, masturbating like a porn actress on heat. For a moment she wondered who it was. She could hear the sound track from the film, a lady screaming, "Yes, Yes!" before realising the slut was her own reflection!

Her mouth was hungry for more of her own nectar and she changed hands greedily sucking her own juices from her fingers while her other hand plunged in and out of her swollen, reddened slit. She let her thumb tap her clit as her fingers moved back and forth and a tidal wave of pleasure swept over her, causing her almost stop breathing. She rocked back and forth as the orgasm tore through her, spasming and twitching as pleasure receptors overloaded. As the waves subsided Erica stared at her reflection in the mirror, the wetness between her legs, the look of lust in her eyes, her glowing skin, her smile and her toned body. Her husband had always wanted to see her do this maybe she'd put on a show and surprise him! But what her overwhelming thought was shocked her! "I look good, I look like a slut, I wish someone saw!"

Meanwhile in the office the Molly the manageress and Claude the owner were watching intently. Molly alternated between watching Claude's reaction to Erica and looking at her with distain. Claude watched intently, a bulge obvious in his pants.

"Told you, that you would like this white bitch," she laughed.

"You recording?" he asked.

"Hell yeah!" she replied, "Glad you put in the extra camera I suggested?"

Claude gave a toothy grin and nodded, lust written over his face.

Erica couldn't believe the sensations going through herself. Her pussy was so wet and sensitive but she wanted more. However her inner voice worried that Molly might come in, so she composed herself knowing work started soon. She lifted down the dress and slipped it on but began cursing when she found it to be much tighter than yesterday. It clearly wasn't the same one from yesterday and they must have given her the wrong dress she mused to herself.

Erica was torn about what to do, she knew Molly didn't like her but the dress was at least one size too small. Biting her lip she decided she didn't want to make a fuss so wriggled the dress on. The hem seemed very high, it barely covered her ass being a good five inches shorter. The neckline was also far more plunging than the previous dress. However her mood was strange, a mixture of arousal and just plain naughtiness. Erica looked in the mirror thoughtfully, "It's bold, it's showy, it's thin, instead of the seven buttons this one only has five but what the hell!" As Erica fiddled with the buttons she cursed as two popped off, the ones from the top and bottom. This wasn't getting any easier! She watched herself moving in the mirror. She caught her breath as she realised as she walked it showed all her leg and only fastened below her breast but inwardly, a naughty, lustful, inner self smiled thinking how hot and slutty she looked. Again her thoughts flooded in. Her mind was in confusion, she secretly gave thanks that her breasts were so small so they wouldn't be so obvious. She knew this whole outfit and situation would be roleplay heaven for her husband! Most shockingly of all she realised, "I look like a slut and I like it!"

"Damm she's hot," breathed Claude, "The dress your idea?"

Molly nodded as she watched the monitor, "Little slut, love to see her in an hour or two!"

Claude raised his eyebrows enquiringly.

"Itching powder over her titties," Molly laughed unpleasantly, "And all the buttons have been seen to, let's see how long they last!"

With that Molly swept out of the office to hurry Erica up, and remind her thats she'd not forgotten what her dog did or that she still thought Clara should go to the cops. Meanwhile Claude's mind worked quickly. This new girl was hot, Molly had a real skill picking up the lost and needy which Claude put to good use.

Molly had managed to unnerve Erica. It was clear that she wasn't yet out of the woods regarding her dog. She would need to work hard to please her new boss. Almost forgetting how she'd dressed, Erica plunged out from the staff room and away from Molly into the relative calm of the store. Standing behind the counter she began to calm her breathing noticing then the wetness on her back. She sighed as she realised how flustered she had got. The morning shift began and from the moment the first customer entered Erica was aware of their probing eyes travelling over her thinly covered body. Behind the counter Erica felt some security but her hands moved instinctively to give herself more concealment. As customers came and went Erica slowly relaxed, aware that they might stare at her but she realised that this was both exciting and arousing. In this shop she was no longer a dutiful housewife but now she was brave, bold and intoxicating to all who saw her. It was a long time since she had felt this powerful, commanding so much attention just for herself and not because she was the executives wife! It was hugely liberating and again she felt herself becoming more and more turned on.


As her confidence built she began to step out from behind the counter, adoring the way the movement of her leg commanded the eyes of both men and women, drawing them up her toned legs, up and up, teasing but never quite seeing what was barely hidden. Already a few times she had bent over to pick something up as a customer entered, each gasp causing a ripple of pleasure and pride as she knew they were staring at her bare ass and legs and her wet slot. As time passed Erica found that her nipples were getting more and more sensitive. Not only were they hard and erect, but they almost felt on fire. They were so hard that they were actually hurting but what was more surprising to Erica was just how wet she felt between her legs because of this. As she moved she felt more moisture leak from herself and slide over her legs. Every time she rubbed her cleavage a tingle of pleasure rippled over herself and she found herself doing this more and more often.

"Ahem," coughed a voice close by.

Startled from her thoughts Erica realised she was leaning forward against a shelf corner her hand lost in the front of her dress rubbing a highly sensitive orb and budding nipple. The coldness of the metal corner had brought some relief to her aching slit. As she stepped back and stammered she caught sight of the shelf corner, it was wet! She gasped and something hard rattled on the floor. Her eyes were drawn down to see one of her buttons rolling on the floor. As she looked back up she saw an old couple looking at her, then at the shelf corner. They smiled and went to pay for some goods, making her wait as they counted out cash slowly while they made lewd comments but they left a tip! With a sigh of relief Erica watched them go, then before she knew it she found herself laughing. She'd been caught masturbating in a shop by a couple and the world hadn't ended, she wasn't in any trouble and what's more she had got a tip. The thrill of it rolled through her like a d**g, never in her wildest role play would she have envisaged this but now she'd done it she felt oddly proud. She knew that whatever life threw at her she would always have her secret life at the shop, those weird and exciting events to think back on. She reflected these memories may help her a lot when she was with her husband who tried but didn't always hit the same switches she had been finding recently.

Time passed and the shop door swung open as a paunchy middle aged man came in glowering at her. Erica slide carefully behind the counter to cover herself and shield herself from him.

"Where's Clara?" he barked.

"Ill, i'm covering," Erica stammered.

He gave her an unpleasant lustful look then walked straight into the back office before Erica could react. She followed hastily. Rushing past a shelf to try to catch this man she felt her dress snag. Flustered she had got careless and realised with dismay that she felt another button break off. As she unsnagged the dress the office door reopened. Molly and this new guy reappeared. Before she could speak, her boss spoke.

"This is the lady I told you about. The one with the mad dog!" said Molly the manageress.

Erica felt her heart sink. She had fooled herself that this would soon be over and she could forget all about it. Erica was summoned into the office but told to leave the door open and listen for customers

"Wait there by the door!" said the guy, as he began to chat to the manageress.

It was surreal, they behaved like she wasn't there, as Molly showed him the CCTV of her dogs biting Clara and explaining why Erica was in work. It was clear he was the owner Claude and he was not in a good mood. Erica listened and her ears pricked up with concern when Claude mentioned the reason for his visit was that Clara had promised to model for him for a photoshoot at a local studio and was very late

"What's your dress and shoe size?" he barked.

"Five shoes, Six dress," Erica replied nervously.

"Come here, sit on the desk while I look at you," he ordered.

Unsure and nervous Erica walked over holding her arms over her dress praying the last button which was at her navel didn't come off. As she sat she was aware how exposed her legs where and tried to manoeuvre her hands to cover any gap. All she could feel where two sets of eyes travelling all over her.

"Well?" enquired Molly

"Not sure," replied Claude. "Walk like a model for me!"

Erica was in two minds, she was no piece of trash to be ordered about but fear for her dog sprang uppermost in her thoughts. Gingerly she began to sway her hips as she walked up and down the office in front of Claude. Lost in embarrassment Erica never noticed Molly move and take her phone out.

"I ain't sure that this girls got it Molly," sighed Claude.

"Try again please, this time as you walk put your hands behind your head, play with your hair as you walk and look intently at Claude. I don't want him taking this whole CCTV thing out of my hands," pleaded Molly.

Again she began to walk, hands in her hair, gazing at Claude, the roll of her body made the dress open around her legs revealing far more leg than before. As her shoulders moved she could feel the front of the dress open and close. The missing buttons meant there was little left to hold it shut. How much flesh was she showing she worried about but the smile on Claude's face relaxed her.

She stopped in front of Claude and looked down. At the top the dress gaped, her small pert breasts were easily on show as the material fell away. Lower down the air on her legs, high on her legs, infact on her upper thighs hinted at how little was covered. She darted a look to confirm before her hands darted to straighten her dress and cover her exposed femininity. What made it worse was the fact that not only was she showing her leg tops but when she glanced she had seen they where glistening! Molly leaned forward showing her phone screen to them both. She hit play and a video of Erica's last walk unrolled.

"Well, is she photogenic Claude?" asked Molly.

A vision of a wanton temptress slinked provocatively towards a seated businessman. Her long legs extended from a thin dress barely covering a toned frame. The dress at the top alternated from stretched tight clearly displaying the outline of long, hard, erect nipples pointing like fingers and loosely sagging allowing a brief glimpse of small firm breasts. The legs were worse, each step caused the dress to come apart, the entire length of her legs and a smooth shaven triangle above visible before being briefly covered and the sequence repeating. It was a porn slut on a mission to ensnare. A woman seeking to seduce. It was filthy. It was sleazy. It was Erica. It excited her. It made her feel alive. It made her aroused. She was wetter than ever.

"Yeah she's got it!" laughed Claude. "She's got one lucky husband if she's like this at home!"

If only he knew she mused. It soon changed into, "God if my husband knew!" which hit her like a bolt of lightening. Concentrate lady she thought, just think about the dog. Claude quickly told her where she was to go and that she was already late. He would ring the photographer and apologise. He would ring again shortly after that, if they said she had got there and posed he would destroy the CCTV footage and that would be an end to it. Erica rushed to get out as Claude also exited, explaining he was late for another meeting now. As she approached the shop door Molly stopped her.

"Are you OK doing this Erica?" she asked.

There was real concern from Molly and Erica was touched, maybe Molly wasn't so bad after all! She nodded yes but Molly persisted.

"Are you sure your happy to be Claude's model for the photographer?"

"Yes," Erica nodded.

"I'm just worried and trying to look out for you girl, I need to hear you say it and look in your eyes as you do, I don't want you to feel pressured and want this to be your choice! But hell you may enjoy it who knows?" said Molly gently.

Erica felt relieved, Molly was finally relaxing and it would be soon over, now let's make Molly happy she thought.

"Yes I am really happy to go to this photoshoot. I always wanted to model, I'm really excited and looking forward to it. I think it will be fun!" exclaimed a lying Erica eager to convince Molly.

Molly looked very pleased but explained Claude had promised to take some water round but had run out of time. She passed Erica two large handled bottles to carry. It was only two blocks away, so what the hell she thought.

Her mind was in blur as she left, Claude was happy, Molly was happy, just a few silly pictures then this was all over! Meanwhile back in the store Molly replayed the hidden cameras. They had Erica, clear as a bell, agreeing to go to the photoshoot. That as well as the film from the shop, the office parading in front of them both and the footage of her changing earlier was all wonderfully clear, highly erotic and would be very useful later!

As Erica stepped outside into the bright sun she struggled to hold the bottles in front of her damaged dress. It might only have been two blocks away but by the end of the street she realised she couldn't keep her arms up all the way. Little did she realise what a tangled web she had been caught in and how much deeper she was going to be drawn into the snare

To be continued...

Thanks to a reader here who helped me with this idea, Bob this is for you.