Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 01 Pt. 02

"In the state you were in that day, stressed-out and turned on... if I'd wanted to, if I actually was that type of slut, your marriage could have been torn apart just like that! In an instant. That's the danger you're in, Eddie, if you don't take ownership of your desires. You put your marriage in the hands of the whims of the sluts around you. If you just run into the wrong one, like you did with me, then she could assert complete control over you and make you do... whatever the hell she wants. That's why I'm being so aggressive about getting you to admit to your feelings. Because someone like you, especially with your history, is a prime target for a slut like that. Trust me." Dr. White seemed assured in this statement, but again, it felt like she was talking about something that I hadn't experienced at all. Sure, I'd probably had a few girls get slightly flirty with me, but it wasn't like there were predators circling around me, waiting to strike. The only time I'd been somewhat put on my heels was with Dr. White.

"I hear you," I began, ready to push back. "But... I think that whole thing a couple days ago was the exception, not the rule. I had a weak moment, but... I don't really think I'm in the danger you think I am. I know when I'm being flirted with, and... if something like what you are saying actually happens... then I think I'll see it coming." For the first time, she seemed almost impatiently annoyed with me, rolling her eyes at what I said.

"I don't think you will," she said firmly, looking me dead in the eye. She made sure I was making eye contact by tilting her notebook up so it was blocking her chest, giving my eyes nowhere else to go. I looked away and shrugged.

"Agree to disagree, I guess," I replied. Again, she looked very clearly annoyed with me.

"Eddie, few people plan to cheat. By the time they realize they are about to do so, it's too late," she began. "Let me give you an example. I had a patient a few months back. A guy about your age. His wife suspected that her husband wanted to have sex with her mother..."

"Her mother?" I said, shocked.

"Her mom. His mother-in-law," she said, nodding. "I met with the husband, and within five minutes, I could tell that his wife was right. He was very clearly attracted to his mother-in-law. He tried to deny it, but it was painfully obvious. I presented this to him, and like you, he rejected it out of hand. Completely denied it, wouldn't even listen to the idea. And he really meant it. And to prove it, as a test to placate his wife, he made a deal to spend a few days alone with his mother-in-law. To prove he didn't actually want her. If he was telling the truth, then nothing would happen." She paused and let that part of the tale sink in. Then, she continued. "By the end of the first day, he and his mother-in-law were having sex."

"What?" I asked, shocked and disgusted. Dr. White nodded, making her large breasts wobble.

"He was so convinced his heart was true, to the point where he put himself in the eye of the storm, the viper's nest. Of course, he crumbled. Of course, he was injected with poison. By the end of the night, they were lovers. Within days, he belonged to her. His mother-in-law. His wife's mom. Now, he and his mother-in-law are married, and his wife's in a mental institution due to the actions of her mother and her husband, and the mental damage was so severe that she has little chance of getting out anytime soon."

"Jesus..." I said. "Did that really happen?" I asked. She nodded and, and from the seriousness on her face, I could see she wasn't lying. I was shocked... I didn't realize people would take part in such depravity in real life. And to think a guy like that had sat in this very chair and ended up doing such things...

"That's the damage this level of complete denial can cause, Eddie." Dr. White said firmly. "That patient clearly had buried desires that he hadn't come close to processing. So, when that high-pressure situation arrived, those desires burst out before he could stop them. You are so lucky that it was me and my body that you ogled, and not some other slut who would take advantage of that fact on the spot. You've already admitted that I affected you, and that was so, so amazing! I was so proud of you!" She did sound prideful, which was strange considering the thing she was proud about was me fucking my wife and thinking about her. "But we need to dig even deeper! What you've done so far is not enough. Not even close."

"What do you want me to say?" I asked impatiently. I was completely upended. First, she showcases her boobs for me, gets me to admit to my most wicked fantasies of her. Then, she asks me if I want her to take her bra off, followed by her trying to convince my marriage was in grave danger, before sharing with me a very nasty story about a guy banging his mother-in-law. I didn't know what the hell she wanted at this point.

"You said that the biggest temptation you faced was with me, two days ago," she began. "I barely know you, and you barely know me, but you admitted to very nasty desires about me and my body. In the moment when you were making love to your wife, in your head you were fucking me. You're not in love with me... at least, I don't think... so it was solely your lust for my body that drove you there. Drove you to overwrite thoughts of love for your wife in your most intimate of moments, with a desire for me. I think, deep down... although you love your wife, and you want to be with her... you need, more than anything, more than even love and companionship for your wife... is a woman with a great body. You need a girl with an amazing ass. You need a girl with big tits! And you will never feel truly content and complete without having that in your life. I know it seems shallow, but this is what years of reckless, unchecked fucking has done to you. These are perfectly valid, natural desires, but if you're married to a girl who certainly doesn't measure up, then you have a problem. Without addressing your desires, you are all but guaranteeing not only your fall, but the fall of your marriage. It's only a matter of time. But if you want to go on with your normal, married life... you need to confess. You need to admit that you love big tits! You need to admit that you love round, juicy asses! That's why I want you to say it, Eddie."

She was making this sound like I was in grave danger. I honestly didn't see it the same way at all. But she seemed so sure about it that I had to question myself. With her looking at me expectantly... I knew I had to say something.

"Okay, uh... listen, clearly, I enjoyed my time with women with those kinds of curves. And clearly, my time with them affected me. But... I just don't think it's as dire as you say. Sure, I guess I learned to like them. But to say I love big tits, and that outweighs what I feel for Annie... that's ridiculous!" I said firmly.

At this, she stared me down and lowered her notebook, revealing her massive, bulbous breasts front and center. My eyes went down to the round, smooth, perfect orbs again, but this time I was able to look away quickly. She gave me a pointed look once I looked back at her.

"Eddie..." she said, shaking her head in annoyance. "Why are you even here? I thought you came here to improve yourself and be a better husband. Yet, when I give my prognosis, and the steps required to improve yourself, you reject everything I say. That's not being a good husband. That's being a stubborn man. I'm telling you what's gonna happen, I'm telling you the danger that's right in front of you, yet... you ignore it. I don't know if I can help you..." She trailed off, shaking her head sadly.

She seemed hurt by my rejection of her theory, and now, she was speaking to me like I was a lost cause.

"Dr. White... I want to help myself, but I honestly think you're wrong. Other than what you just asked me to do, is there anything I can say to move things along?" I asked, not wanting to disappoint her, yet not wanting to admit to her accusations.

At this, she stood up as quick as a flash, setting her notebook down on her side table again. I tried to look past her mountainous peaks, but it came at a great struggle, as her perfect posture really forced them outwards, straining at the black lace. I swear I could see the indents caused by her nipples pressing against the material... my cock lurched in my pants. I eventually met her firm stare.

"Eddie, the only chance we have to move forwards is if you answer one question for me..." she began, staring me down. She took one step towards me, her large breasts shaking very noticeably. "Do you want me to take off my bra?" she asked me this while looking down at my seated form firmly, her fixed gaze holding me in place. "Now... before you answer, I want you to consider this. You know the answer to this question. I know the answer to this question. Even your wife knows the answer, deep down. This isn't about what's about to happen. It's about what you want to happen," she said, palms pressed together as she gestured at me. As she spoke, all I could do was look at her massive breasts jiggling. "This isn't about you actually seeing my tits. It's about you confessing to having the desire to see my tits. It's about you fantasizing about my big, round tits. It's about you having that unshakeable urge to see my massive, firm tits. It's about the urge you will always feel when around a woman like me, a woman with smooth, squeezable tits. You came here today, Eddie, because you recognize that those moments in the past have stuck with you. You admitted to me that my body affected you. You recognize that you have these desires. All I want for you is to be honest with yourself about them. By asking me to take my bra off, you are simply admitting to these issues. You are taking your first step towards diving in face-first and confronting these urges. You are telling both me and yourself that you want to be a better man... a better husband. By admitting that you want me to toss off my bra so your eyes can feast on my perfect bare breasts, you are gesturing that you want to improve yourself. By admitting that you do in fact want to see my stiff nipples, you are admitting that you have a problem that needs to be dealt with. So, Eddie... please tell me. Do you want me to take off my bra?"

After giving this impassioned plea, my eyes fell to the bra in question. The black lace was straining against her enormous, fleshy breasts, the sheer force being exerted by them almost enough to render any admission I made unnecessary. Clearly, her large breasts were bursting to be free, barely contained by the sexy garment. The cups left plenty of smooth golden flesh exposed while covering up enough to be decent. But I again couldn't ignore the fact that I could see a hint of her areolas through the black lace, as well as the noticeable indentations caused by her nipples. The tight garment kept her large breasts pressed together, forming a crevasse of tender looking cleavage. I stared greedily before looking back up at her, meeting her waiting gaze.

I looked up into her eyes as she stared me down, awaiting an answer. I think I finally figured out what she was getting at. The so-called taking off of the bra... it was a symbolic gesture. Not a call to action, not an actual command for her to remove her bra, but an admission to some lingering issues that needed to be dealt with. Her putting her breasts so front and center, her using the language she did, it was all a way to encourage me to make this admission. And while I didn't fully agree to everything she had said, I did agree with the fact that I probably had some stuff to deal with. And by asking her to symbolically remove her bra so I could 'see' her mammoth breasts bare, I was making a veiled admission that I did in fact have some desires towards women like her, women with great asses and large breasts. And making this admission would be confronting my desires for amazingly large boobs face-first.

The only way to get there was to play along with this exercise of hers. She seemed so sure in her concerns about me, and even though I didn't agree with her, I opened the door enough to at least hear her full argument out. And the only way to do so was to make this admission. To tell her... to tell her that I wanted her to take off her bra. Jesus...

"Uh..." I finally croaked out, finding my words, slightly in disbelief as to what words I was about to say. Luckily, I knew the truth hidden behind the symbolic words I was about to speak. "To, uh... to keep things going, then, uh... yes."

"Yes what?" she asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, taunting me by making me say the words. I rolled my eyes, annoyed that she seemed to almost be enjoying this uncomfortable moment. But after thinking it over for a moment, I realized that this moment would be more impactful if I said the words. Looking up at her, she gave me a taunting grin as she jokingly ran her fingers underneath her bra strap at her shoulder, as if she was actually readying to remove her bra. I rolled my eyes again and decided to just get on with it.

"Fine..." I relented. "Dr. White... I want you to take off your bra." The words felt indecent as they left my mouth, but she didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, her face lit up as I said it, her eyes going wide, an excited grin appearing on her pretty face.

"There..." she said calmly. "Was that so hard?" I shrugged and looked away, embarrassed at what she'd compelled me to say. But I must admit this small acquiescence to the exercise was somewhat freeing, despite how performative this admission was. And finally pushing past her frustration with me made me feel like I was doing something right. Looking up at her, I was somewhat surprised to see her still standing in the same place, looking down at me. "I'm so proud that you finally admitted that you want to see my bare breasts. Now... we can finally move to the next step."

Then, Dr. White reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.

My heart dropped as I was filled with a sudden dread at what was happening here. Wait... she was actually doing it? I wasn't even able to get a single syllable out of my mouth to stop her before she let her now unclasped bra fall down her arms and onto the floor between us. And before I realized what I was seeing, I was looking at Dr. White's massive bare breasts in the flesh.

They were simply... amazing. Big... and round... and smooth. Jesus, they were huge. Vaulting off her slim frame, her gigantic melons looked overripe, massive and perky and just perfectly formed. Dr. White had a pair of giant udders on her chest, full and round, a natural cavern of cleavage forming in between them. And the smooth outer slopes of her big breasts insured that, even if you could only see her from the back, you could still see the sides of her oversized breasts. How could a woman of such intellect and accomplishment have porn star breasts? But unlike with most of those girls, these massive jugs were all-natural. Sadly, with my experience, I could just tell by the sight of them.

And even though sizing a pair of breasts by sight alone was a skill I hadn't had to utilize in a long time, the sight in front of me was stirring that part of me back to life. In her professional outfit, with her breasts stuffed into a nice blouse, with a blazer over that... they could have passed as double-D's. Seeing them lewdly displayed in that tight tank top a couple days prior... that was the clue that they were even bigger than that, veering into the territory of being some seriously big tits, E-cups at the very least. But looking at them like this... they were definitely double E-cups. And they were amazing.

My eyes examined every bit of bare skin. Every inch of her soft titty-flesh looked smooth and tanned and just perfect. As she shifted her weight, they swayed and jiggled in a mesmerizing way, each small movement sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. But as my eyes hungrily consumed the sight in front of me, my gaze kept falling to her stiff nipples, completely exposed to me.

They were immaculate. Perfectly sized, rubbery nubs standing out against the otherwise smooth expanse of breast-flesh, each surrounded by perfectly round, smooth, pink areolas. Like Pavlov's dog, upon seeing her nipples, my mouth began to water. My mind still connected having a big pair of breasts exposed in front of me to the many pleasures that always happened after, to the point where I could already taste those perfect nipples...

I found enough self-control to pull myself from this shocked daze. I pulled my eyes from the doctor's exposed chest and looked up at her beautiful smirking face. She was looking down at me calmly as if nothing was amiss. But... this wasn't normal, right? It couldn't be. What was this? What was happening here? My wife's sex therapist had a pair of cannons on her chest, and she was showing them to me. What... what was going on?

"What are you doing?" I asked, fear in my voice. But she seemed unaffected, reacting to my question by reaching up and cupping her own large breasts, digging her slim fingers into the lush, perky flesh. My eyes fell to her breasts again, watching the smooth skin pouring between her fingers. I nearly groaned at the sight.

"Do you like my breasts, Eddie? I think you do..." she said confidently, looking down at me as she felt herself up. She smiled at seeing the dazed look on my face. "I think you like them a lot. I think that's why you came here today..."

I couldn't stop staring at her incredible breasts, unable to look away from such perfection. It had been so long since I'd seen a pair this good, and my hungry eyes remained glued to them, studying them, committing this sight to memory. But despite that, I still had enough self-control to know the situation I was in, and to dig my heels in and try to stop whatever was happening here.

"What are you doing?" I repeated, my voice weaker but still firm, still trying to suss out what the fuck was happening here. But my continued gaze at her enormous tits was slowly taking the wind out of my sails even as I tried to help my own case, to the point where my eyes didn't look back up when she resumed talking.

"This is a very special case, Eddie," she began, her voice cool and confident. "I can tell you're still holding back exposing your true feelings. When I had to twist your arm for you gave the weakest admission you could in order to keep this going, it became clear to me that extreme measures were required..." At this, Dr. White pinched one of her nipples, making it stand out even more. I couldn't look away.

"This isn't right..." I croaked out, practically drooling, my cock straining against my pants. This felt wrong on so many levels, both that it seemed unethical and that it seemed like a dirty trick to use against someone with my history.

"This isn't about right and wrong, Eddie," she began calmly, her voice like silk as she squeezed her massive boobs. "This isn't about following the rules." She dug her fingers into her big breasts again. "This isn't about your wife..." she said, cupping her boobs, displaying them for me. Jesus, they were gigantic. "This is about you. About your needs. Your wants. Your desires. I know what you want, Eddie," she purred, now having slid one arm underneath her giant breasts, putting them on display again. "I can read you like a book. I just want you to be able to admit it to yourself. And I will not stop until you do so. I give you my word as a doctor. I will take this as far as I need to get you to do so, even if I have to shove my tits in your face to get the job done."

My breath caught in my throat, and my cock jumped in my pants at the prospect of rubbing my face against a pair of breasts that big. God, it had been so long since I'd done it. And I SO wanted to do it again. But I had to stay strong. I had to resist this deliberate temptation she was forcing me to endure. I had to.