Yes

You shook your fists in frustration and sighed. You couldn't help yourself now that there was a young woman in distress, never mind that she had just tried to **** you less than a minute ago. She seemed calm now though, calm enough anyway.

"Fine," you said, "But I'm keeping an eye on you." You grabbed the chair again and sat with it on top of the desk.

"Can you think now?" you asked.

"Uh huh," she whimpered then she sat up again and wrapped her arms around her legs.

"You're Diane's friend aren't you?" she asked, "I'm Monica."

"Hi, Monica," you said, "What happened to you?"

"During the ceremony," she began, "I don't know, I just started to feel really hot, then really really horny. Up there at the altar, with you and all those handsome groomsmen, I just started fantasizing about you pinning me down and shoving your cocks inside me."

"But why did you suddenly start acting like, well, like you were a minute ago?" you asked.

"Like I said, I couldn't help myself," she said, "Have you ever been thirsty, I mean dangerously thirsty, like you would literally die if you didn't find water?"

"I can't say I have," you said.

"My parents and Luis and I took the road through **** Valley once," she said, "We didn't bring enough water, and we actually almost died out there before the National Parks Service found our cum... our car, I mean."

"You really thought you would die if you didn't have sex?" you asked.

"I couldn't fuck...ing think," she said, "It's starting to come back now. Please, I don't want to do that again! Masturbating wasn't enough, I'm going to need to be fucked!"

"So if I have sex with you, will you stay lucid?" you asked.

"No, don't have sex with me," she said and got back to her feet, "Fuck me!"

"What's the difference," you asked and grabbed the chair again to defend yourself as Monica prowled closer.

"Fuck me like a bitch in heat!" she gave you that same vicious smile and her pupils dilated again.

"Stay back, Monica!" you said.

"If you don't I'll turn into that... that... that fiend again!" she said with the last bit of self control she had.

"But if I have sex with you, you'll calm down?" you asked.

"I said FUCK ME!" she shouted and slammed her fists on the whiteboard.

"If I do, you need to calm down first!" you said.

"Ok, ok," she said. She tried her best, but it was obvious that she was starting to lose it again. You climbed off the desk and backed away slowly, watching her shake violently as she tried to do you as you had told her to.

"Good," you said, "No more ravenous nymphomania. If you want me to fuck you have to be calm, just like this."

She nodded, but you could tell her calm demeanor was only skin deep. She was still gritting her teeth and hissing like a snake, but she wasn't trying to **** you anymore. You wondered why she was listening to you when other women hadn't listened to any other men, but your cock was too hard to focus on that right now.

Monica was extremely hot and she was begging you have sex with her. No, to fuck her like a cheap whore. You had no idea what came over every woman in the world today, but maybe, just maybe, it wasn't the absolute worst thing in the world if it meant women like Monica were suddenly available. You still loved Diane, never mind that she had turned into a nymphomaniac sex fiend as well, but you were still a single, straight, red-blooded human male. Men have fantasies, and you had to admit, you had fantasized about Monica ever since you met at the wedding rehearsal last night.

The only other roadblock in your mind was that she was clearly not of sound body and mind to consent. If this all blew over, would she accuse you of taking advantage of her?

"Monica are you still there?" you asked.

"Not for much longer!" she said through gritted teeth.

"This is ok with you right?" you asked, "You don't think I'm taking advantage of you, do you?"

"That's what's stopping you?" she said, "What, do you want it writing that I consent? FUCK ME ALREADY!"

And with that the last doubt in your mind drifted away on the wind.