He Was Resistant

Anthony Leaned hard against the filing cabinet jerking his cock relentlessly. His mind locked on how his burning compulsion of pleasure started.

Sue had staggered out of this very office, looking frazzled. Leaning at the front desk she panted heavily looking flush. As Anthony and Karl stood next to her, asking if she was okay she collapsed to her knees.

Sue kneeled there, looking up with eyes of **** want, as Tiffany kneeled down before her.

“Are you ready?” Tiffany's words dripped with temptation as she and Sue each ripped one of the guys pants open, and mouthed a cock each before any objection could be uttered.

Seeing people approach Anthony and Karl quickly turned, concealing their hard ons beneath the counter, only to have their female coworkers follow.

“Yeerr…Cute…” A drunken guest slurred leaning against the counter gesturing at Anthony. Anthony wondered for a moment how she could have been so over served, before gasping as Tiffany's lips resumed sucking his cock.

Anthony tried to focus on the guest at his counter, her appearingly over sized dress barely clinging to her cleavage as its support straps draped down towards her elbows. “If eyes… Er, cawls dees front desk… cans I asks fer youse ta be bra ted up?” She reached forward towards Anthony, breasts spilling form her top.

“Oh, gawd!” Anthony shouted in sudden climax, instinctively thrusting as deep as he could into Tiffany as the idea of stepping back and trying to shoot cum on the brunette before him rattled his brain.

Give in to temptation…

The words echoed foreignly, yet familiar in his mind, as they emanated childhood bible lesson emerged from long forgotten recesses of his memory. His subconscious fortifying itself behind them

“NO!” Anthony cried out, the pop of his cock pulling free from Tiffany's lips lost alongside his modesty as he charged into the office.

Initially he wondered if he was being tempted by the devil, but he had known Sue and Tiff for years. The more he thought about them and their depraved acts the hotter he felt, the more his body ached to shed its clothing, to go back to get his cock sucked on.

To titty fuck that guest.

To unload his cum in a tight pussy without concern for abstinence, birth control, or consequence.

He ripped his clothes free with unknown strength, resisting the urge to pleasure himself to the thoughts, only to wonder in relief how his hand got to his cock again! He threw furniture and papers around in frustration, sobbing as he felt himself yielding to more animalistic desires.

Desires now consenting to him. To be skull fucked, choked, ass fucked, cum on, cum in, roughly thrown around. Increasingly his questions of where those aggressive hardcore desires were coming from drowned out by even more perverse thoughts, like chasing down that guest and fucking her all the way back to her room.

No, all the way back to the wedding reception!