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

Dr. White was standing in front of me, even more exposed than before. All she had on beneath her skirt was some very tiny underwear. A small little triangle of black lace material that was practically sheer, allowing me to see the plump lips of her pussy and the thin landing strip above it. The small patch of material covered up her naughty bits and little else, held in place by some thin strings, the two straps riding up above her hips and around her waist. Removing her skirt also highlighted her long legs, clad in black sheer stockings going up to her thighs. She kept on her high heels as she stepped out of her skirt and spread her legs apart ever so slightly, posing for me.

But she wasn't done yet.

With my eyes locked on her, she slowly spun around, revealing her thong-clad ass to me for the first time. I didn't blink for a full minute as I stared at this shocking sight, taking in everything I was seeing. Jesus... her ass was damn near as perfect as her breasts. Each cheek was full and round and just pure perfection, not overly large, and certainly not small. Like I said, perfectly sized. Her ass vaulted out from her slim frame, standing firm and proud, no doubt the product of a lot of working out. It would take a lot of work to get her ass looking that good, so round and tanned and juicy. And with my dating history, I was very much aware of the work required to keep an ass looking that good. That made it all the more impressive.

And her thong highlighted it flawlessly. Framing the upper slopes of her shapely rear end, the two strings met a teeny black triangle just above her ass-crack, highlighting the crest of it. The string diving down disappeared between her firm ass-cheeks, showcasing how deep the crevasse between the cheeks was.

This view also gave me confirmation of something I'd thought I'd seen days before, specifically... Dr. White did indeed have a tattoo, and not just any tattoo, but a tattoo above her ass. That's right, Dr. White had a tramp-stamp. Nestled just above the tiny little triangle of her thong, the slutty underwear serving to almost underline it, was her tramp-stamp. A pink cartoon heart, looking almost overinflated, with contours and shading that gave it the curvature of a shapely ass. Not that her perfect ass needed any advertising, but this tramp-stamp no doubt did the trick. And from the top of the tattoo, down the middle, the heart was breaking apart. A cartoonish jagged crack formed there, marking that breakage. It was a shockingly brazen tattoo for a professional woman like her to have, but then again, it was the perfect bit of decoration to her lust-inducing frame, a small addition that added another level of wickedness. Of course, a body like hers was marked with a tattoo. Of course, it was. A lot of my exes had tramp-stamps, and despite me even back then finding them pretty trashy... seeing one again in close proximity brought back a lot of memories...

But with her ass right there, I didn't keep my eyes on her tramp-stamp for too long before returning my gaze to her delicious, thong-clad rear end. Dr. White looked over her shoulder and smirked as she saw my heated, arrested gaze. And seeing that she had my attention, she reached back and slid her fingers beneath her left butt-cheek, using them to jiggle the firm cheek.

"Oh..." I groaned despite myself, my cock screaming out in excitement at this sight. She laughed at this.

"Do you like my ass?" she asked, digging her fingers into one of the meaty cheeks. Her eyes looked devilish as she looked back at me, now inhabiting her 'role' so completely she was damn near a different person. In this moment, Dr. White looked like the slut she was saying she was. Having her big tits hanging out while showcasing her thong-clad butt certainly helped in that respect. Her eyes fell to my very evident bulge and twinkled in excitement. "Looks like you do. Looks like you love my ass way more than a married man should. An ass like mine brings back all sorts of wonderful memories back to the surface, doesn't it? I bet you have a lot of very in-depth, personal experiences with asses like this, don't you? Is it hard, Eddie... knowing that you would definitely be having sex with this ass if we'd have met just a few years ago, before you got that pesky little ring on your finger?"

I gulped as my eyes remained glued to her perfect ass. She was right. Any situation where I would have encountered an ass like that a couple years ago would have no doubt ended with sex. If an ass like that ended up on my radar, it wouldn't have taken long for it to be bouncing against my crotch. Or resting firmly against my face. These images were flashing behind my eyes as she spun back around to face me again. With her ass gone from my vision, my eyes rose back to her breasts, swaying heavily before settling into place.

"And I don't even have to say what you would have done to these tits if we'd met before you fell in love with Annie..." Dr. White said, pointing at her exposed jugs with pride. "You probably would have fallen even more in love with these fucking tits of mine..." she added with a laugh, reaching down and bouncing her breasts with her palms. Again... she was right. I'd never seen a pair of boobs that big right in front of me without eventually getting my hands on them. I'd done a lot of bad things with boobs like that... and I had no doubt I would have given Dr. White's big breasts the same treatment. I just kept staring at them, transfixed, and she used the opportunity to continue speaking.

"Do you know how difficult it was for me to keep this body under wraps knowing how gaga you'd go over it?" she asked, jiggling her breasts hypnotically. "After hearing you go on and on and on about all the gorgeous big-titted, perfect-assed girls you just kept having to have sex with? Especially knowing my body was just as good as all those other women, if not better? Knowing that this body would unlock all your buried desires. Knowing for sure that if we had met before you married Annie, you no doubt would have had sex with me. Knowing that the only thing stopping you from letting that happen now is that ring on your finger? Doesn't that seem silly when you think about it? A piece of jewelry and a promise does not change your desires. That's why I know we're gonna have sex, because there has not been a single point in your adulthood where you didn't want to have sex with a woman like me. Isn't that right, Eddie? Don't you just want to fuck me?"

I looked up at her, sweat on my brow, my cock straining against my pants in an obvious fashion, to the point she was looking straight at it. I didn't have much room to stand on here. I'd admitted already to fantasizing about her. And physically, I'm sure my attraction to her and her body was very, very evident. But it still felt wrong to vocalize it. It still felt wrong that me, as a married man, should admit to another woman that he wants to fuck her. But again... I didn't have a leg to stand on.

"Yes..." I relented through clenched teeth. "I guess... I guess I feel some level of attraction to you." I stated diplomatically, but that wasn't good enough for her.

"Yeah, no shit, you've been flirting with me from the second we met..." she replied.

"No, I haven't," I stated firmly, trying to stand my ground in at least one area where I knew I had the high ground. I'd tried to stand up against her accusations previously, but she'd continuously torn through my defenses effortlessly. And she was about to do it again.

"Eddie, literally the first thing you asked me about was my dating life," she pointed out confidently. What was she talking about? Had I? Wait... I had. Not that I meant it in any untoward manner, I was just more curious about her profession in general, and I guess that line of questioning had ended up verging on how her job affected her dating life.

"No, I didn't mean it like that," I replied, again trying to defend myself against some pretty damning evidence.

"Nonsense," she stated, smiling smugly, waving off my weak sounding defense easily. "I think your natural instincts rose up without even realizing it. After years of banging sluts just like me, it's probably second nature to you. You flirt with any hot piece of ass in your vicinity. Your instincts realized that I was a slut before your mind even registered it. Flirting with me, teasing me, feeling me out, seeing if we were on the same page. Well guess what, babe? I liked it. I really did. I mean it. I could tell you wished you could date me, and I wished for the same thing. I wanted to fuck you right then and there, show you all the shit I've learned as a sex therapist..."

"I... I wasn't flirting with you!" I tried to reaffirm, looking up at her, desperate for her to believe me, no matter how weak it was... "I... I love my wife. I know it sounds bad looking back on it, but I wasn't doing anything on purpose."

"I know, hon," she replied, her fingertips absentmindedly toying with the hem of her thong. "You didn't mean to flirt with me, but that doesn't mean you didn't do it. You probably do it all the time without realizing it. You don't have to be a sex therapist to catch on. No wonder Annie senses something is off. You probably even do it right in front of her without knowing it. I wonder how many women's nipples you've stiffened right in front of Annie. You certainly did it to me..." she said, using the fingers of her other hand to toy with her stiff left nipple.

I didn't flirt with other women... right? I didn't think so, but that first conversation with Dr. White could certainly be perceived that way. I didn't mean anything by it, but damn... maybe she was right. Maybe I had been doing it without realizing it. Looking back now... it certainly seemed possible. Sensing that her words were hitting home, Dr. White kept at it.

"Are you beginning to understand why you kept attracting a certain type of girl, Eddie?" she asked, sliding her fingers into her thong, touching herself. Was this even allowed? "Because you totally invited the attention, subconsciously or even sometimes consciously. You brought it on yourself. You welcomed it. You wanted it. And honestly..." she began, looking down at her own body before looking back at me, smirking. "Who wouldn't? You wanted the girls with the amazing butts. You wanted the girls with the massive tits. You wanted confident, hot-bodied women like me, not insecure, flat-chested girls like Annie. That hasn't changed, even now. You've tried to act all goody-goody for so long, and it must be just so exhausting denying your needs like that. But those needs... they are still there. They haven't gone away. You still want gorgeous, busty women. And those women still want you..."

I looked into her eyes again as she stared down at me with purpose. And before I could react, she sauntered forward, pushed me back, and proceeded to straddle me, facing me, planting her ass directly on my lap as she settled into place.

"Oh!" I called out in surprise as her weight landed on me, leaning back as far as I could into the couch as I tried to minimize contact with her. "What are your doing?" I was truly caught off guard by this. Up to now, our physical contact was minimal, mostly in the form of comforting gestures or small, inadvertent contact. But this... this was well beyond anything she had done before.

"I'm sure this is a familiar position for you," Dr. White stated, planting her hands on the couch above my shoulders, looking down at me. "Half-naked slut on your lap, trying to drive you crazy. And judging by your history, I'm sure it always ended with you and her FUCKING! Just like it will for us..."

She wasn't exactly wrong... about my history with girls in this position, I mean, but that was an ancillary concern at this point. I had to deal with the more pressing matter. Namely, her hot half-naked body pressing against me. With her seated on my lap, her front was pressed against mine. But with her hands gripping the couch, she was holding herself up so she was leaning away from me. All this is to say that her massive tits were now currently directly in front of my face, mere inches away from me. They were so huge that they were invading my personal space, forcing me to lean way back into the couch. And to meet her gaze, I had to look past her mountainous tits and try not to be distracted by their visual perfection.

"Dr. White..." I croaked out. "I don't know if you should be doing this..." I said, feeling like this was pushing things over the line.

"You don't have to pretend, Eddie. I know how much you're enjoying this. Trust me, I can tell," she said with a laugh, grinding herself into my lap, acknowledging for the first time that her ass was resting against my straining bulge. And her grinding motion made me squirm beneath her.

"Oh!" I groaned in pleasure, feeling her ass putting the pressure on my rock hard dick. My hands floated in the air, my fists clenching as I tried to withstand this lustful act. My blood was boiling, my cock finally feeling a bit of relief after being stiff as a brick for what felt like an hour now.

"You see?" Dr. White said, moving in closer ever so slightly as her ass settled in place down firmly against me. Her giant, heavy tits were now practically resting on my neck. "I can feel how much you love this body. I can feel how much you love these tits. I can feel how much you love my ass. Here... feel for yourself..." In my addled state, she was able to easily grab my wrists in her hands and pull them behind her, placing my open palms against her practically bare ass.

"Oh my god!" I said, feeling my fingers making contact with the warm, smooth flesh of Dr. White's thong-clad ass. Without being able to stop myself, my fingers ever so slightly squeezed her juicy rear end, feeling the firm flesh against my hands. Replacing her hands back where they were on the couch over my shoulders, the doctor resumed speaking.

"You need to learn how to withstand temptation, Eddie," she began, voice husky with heat. "If you're gonna try carrying on trying to be a loyal married man, you're gonna have to face down women like me who REALLY want to fuck you. Women who know how to turn up the pressure..." As she said this, she ground herself against me again, grinding her thong-clad pussy against my throbbing bulge.

"Uh..." I grunted, my hands on reflex squeezing her tanned ass-cheeks as I tried to ride out the pleasure she was bringing me. Fuck... her ass felt SO good!

"Jesus..." she sighed, languidly grinding herself against my clothed length. "You really are huge. Fuck. With some guys you can just tell, and from the moment I met you I just knew you had a big dick. Mmm... the last guy I fucked had a big cock just like you do. And it really is better that way, especially when they know how to use it. And... oh fuck... with the type of women you used to fuck, I bet you know how to make a girl scream. Do you want to make me scream, Eddie?"

My head was rolling as her gentle grinding made me see lights behind my eyes. Despite my best efforts, my hips were rolling along with hers, slightly humping up into her as she ground against me. Despite this, I had enough wherewithal to defend myself.

"No..." I said, my voice tightened, my palms roughly squeezing her juicy ass without even thinking about it. God... her ass felt amazing. But I could barely think about how incredible her ass felt as her gentle teasing was driving me crazy. My eyes were clenched shut as my cock throbbed in excitement. I felt her shift her weight on top of me, then I nearly jumped out of my skin as I felt her fingers pressing against my clothed weapon, squeezing it firmly through my pants.

"AH! Fuck!" I sighed, eyes still scrunched shut, humping up into her grasp roughly, my cock ready to blow from this contact.

"Shhh! Shhh... it's okay, baby. It's okay..." she said comfortingly, talking me down from the edge until my body settled back into the couch, the contents of my balls simmering. Once I fell back into place, I could feel her fingers against my shaft, appraising its length through my pants.

"God damn, you're huge..." she said under her breath, her fingertips gently feeling up along my steel-hard length. "Eddie, how can you even think straight when you're this hard? How can you ever hope to be a good husband when you get this hard over other women? I bet you never get this hard for Annie... do you?"

"Oh!" I groaned, barely able to hear her words. Yet my cock responded to them by throbbing in her grasp.

"As a doctor, I can tell you that it is seriously not healthy to be this hard," she said, squeezing my throbbing weapon appreciatively. "It is my recommendation that you just have to cum. Before you see your wife, before you leave this office, you're gonna have to drain every last drop of cum out of those big, beautiful balls of yours. I can't responsibly let you leave in this state. I'm gonna need this cock to blow 2 or 3 massive, creamy loads at least before I can in good conscience let you leave. And your own hand won't get the job done, either. This cock needs a pussy. This cock needs to fuck! This cock needs two or three long, hot, sweaty fucks before you can think straight. Don't you want to cut loose and fuck like you used to, Eddie?" She asked, continuing to gently massage my cock with her fingers.

My mind was swimming I was so far gone. The only thing grounding me in reality was my cock throbbing in her grasp. My eyes were clenched shut, as the slightest bit of visual stimulation might be enough to make me lose control. I had to hold it together. I had to withstand this 'seduction'. Somehow finding my words even in this whirlwind, I spoke up.

"No..." I groaned, and this admission caused her to remove her hand from my cock. She settled back in my lap, but she didn't grind against me. She seemed to find mercy, letting me calm down beneath her. I gasped for breath as my balls simmered, and it was when I finally began to breathe a little easier that she leaned forwards against me, her big boobs pressing out against my chest. She leaned forward and brought her lips to my ear.

"You're doing so good, baby..." she whispered. "You passed the first test..." she added, before leaning forwards and gently kissing my ear. She leaned back up and began to gently tap the back of my head, trying to get my attention.

"I'm gonna need you to open your eyes, Eddie..." she said firmly, missing some of the seductive tone she'd been using. Breathing a bit easier, I complied, only to realize my mistake. Opening my eyes made me have to look directly at her giant, bare tits, fully centered in my vision. The sight made my cock jump noticeably, so much so that even she felt it.

"Oh my!" she said with a laugh. But I was still too distracted by her boobs to pay her words much mind.

They looked absolutely enormous. Round, and full, and firm... from this position they appeared to be an unescapable enemy, a destiny I had no choice but to face down. I stared at her stiff, rubbery, suckable nipples, and my mouth watered again.

"A slut isn't going to show you any mercy, Eddie..." she said. "A slut will say anything... do anything... tear down anything in her path to get what she wants. She will even destroy any love and attraction you feel for your wife, until you almost have no choice but to surrender to her and dive into her pants. And lucky for you, my pants are already off..." As she said this, she resumed her slow, gentle grind on my clothed bulge.

"Ah..." I sighed, my hands gripping her ass as I did so. My eyes began rolling in pleasure at this, but she grasped my scalp and made sure my attention was on her.

"And to fully be a slut for you, Eddie... I need to say those awful... nasty... wonderfully exciting things that a slut would say about Annie," she stated, giving me a pointed look. My eyes kept stealing glances at her breasts, making her smile.