As quitting time finally came, I was actually somewhat disappointed that Erica was not at my office ready to use me once more. I mentally review the day, how I had allowed myself to become Erica's slave and sex toy. How she so expertly used me both in my office and in the ladies room earlier. She had told me that I was to be here at night, so I naturally thought she would come fetch me once the work day was done. But here...

It had only been an hour since Erica made me her slave, but it seemed like an eternity. The smell of her sex still filled my office. The taste of her pussy lingered on my tongue. Trying to work was useless. I could only think of Erica and our new 'relationship' - my undeniable desire to serve her and please her. I could only dream of how she would use me for those purposes.My daydreams were cut short by an incoming IM fro...

I really never thought I would be one of those people... the kind that would turn into a virtual stalker. But Erica brought that out in me. Turns out she brought a lot more out in me that I ever imagined. Allow me to explain. Erica started working for me about a year ago and from day one, I found myself fantasizing about her. I had never really had bi-sexual tendencies before, but there was something about her that filled...