Wednesday

Erin's Wednesday was even worse than Tuesday. After Dale asked her why she was not wearing make-up, she again thought about him and Greg fucking her. She quickly put on make-up, adding a bit more than usual. Just like the day before, Dale and Greg seemed to need her more than usual, and each time they either came into her office or called her office phone, she thought about her erotic dreams.

It was hard for Erin to get any work done. For one, she needed to orgasm after unsuccessfully trying the last two days, and two, she kept fantasizing about Greg and Dale fucking her. She could not figure it out. Greg and Dale were her underlings. She was their boss. She was in charge. If anything, _they _should be fantasizing about her, or so she tried to convince herself.

Erin even spent most of her lunch hour in a stall in the women's executive washroom finger fucking herself trying in vain to get herself off.

Five o'clock finally came, and Erin went to her favorite bar and grille, not to eat, but to get fucked. She downed a Cosmopolitan and found a single man and had him to her to his place. Erin wanted to skip foreplay and get right to it. They fucked doggie style and Erin thought about Dale and Greg during it. The man was skilled and lasted for quite a while, but Erin could still not orgasm.

Frustrated, she just cleaned up a bit and left without much else. Before bed, she masturbated again and again could not get herself off. She cried herself to sleep in frustration as she desperately needed to orgasm.