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

"Do you love my tits?" she asked gloatingly, staring down at him, squeezing his prick again and shaking her heavy round breasts for him. Seeing no other way out, and expecting that his answer would allow him access to her perfect, squeezable breasts again, he relented.

"Yes..." he said, his voice tensed, giving her what she wanted. But that wasn't enough, as she still kept his wrists pinned down. He desperately tried to escape her grasp, but she maintained her hold on him, squeezing her pussy around him hard, sapping some of the fight out of him again. His cock throbbed inside her as her pussy taunted him with exquisite pleasure. He would do damn near anything for more at this point, so desperate he was.

"Do you love them more than Lizzy's?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Are my big fucking Asian tits better than your wife's little, itty-bitty, nothing breasts?" she asked with some bite, demanding an answer. Screwing up the courage, he shook his head and answered.

"Yes." he relented, an immediate rush coursing through him at saying something so wicked. "Oh..." he groaned as he reckoned with it, grinding against her as he rode it out. "I love them! I love your perfect Asian tits! They're bigger and better in every way!" he added before he could stop himself, the pleasure driving his actions. As bad as it sounded... it was true, and frankly undeniable. Stacy had insanely huge, perfectly formed tits, and his wife... she wasn't so blessed in that department. Small and petite and cute, for sure, but no comparison to Stacy's massive melons. No comparison at all...

"Haha! Yes!" she cried out, loving what she was hearing. "It's no wonder your wife's a fucking bully target with how small her little nothing boobies are. UGH! Dumb bitch can't even fill a training bra! A man like you could never actually love a girl that doesn't have boobs. UGH! She's a fucking joke, and everyone will always laugh at her..." He hated the claim that he was solely motivated by a girl's cup size, but he couldn't deny the rush that went through him as she said it.

Eyes still blazing at this admission, she pressed for more.

"Do I have a better ass than your wife?" she asked, slowly grinding against him. His eyes flicked past her to the mirror on the other side of the office, giving him another view of her perfect, juicy ass, the full, meaty cheeks flexing as she ground against him. And the cleft in between was immaculate, deep and smooth and perfectly formed, the sight alone enough to make his mouth water again. Comparatively, Elizabeth's rear end was flat. And formless. Even her butt-crack seemed less well-formed and impressive than the Asian woman's sexy ass-crack. His wife's butt had never made him drool like Stacy's ass did.

"You..." he admitted, again a shuddering rush of pleasure coursing through him at this admission. "Your ass is better. Oh!" he sighed, trying to stifle the sinful pleasure she was bringing out of him. He hated saying things like this... but he couldn't deny the onslaught of wicked pleasure that hit him whenever he did. And besides... it was undeniable. Stacy DID have a way better ass than Elizabeth's.

"Hahaha!" she laughed, rewarding this admission with a loving squeeze of her pussy around his big, needy dick. "Poor little thing doesn't even have a butt! Haha! Flat as a fucking board, front and back! Not like mine. My ass is fucking perfect! Your wife is almost as jealous of my ass as she is of my big tits! I can't wait to let it slip to her how much her handsome, hunky husband was drooling over my perfect ass all night! Yes! I think you stared at my ass more than your wife's face tonight! Haha! No one would fucking blame you! My ass is better looking than her ugly face anyway! Haha! Yes! UGH!"

"Wait..." he groaned, trying to stop the venom spewing from her mouth, but she began rolling her hips, her pussy gripping him tight as more of her juices coated his length, stopping his defense of his wife in its tracks.

"Ugh!" he groaned, again trying to tamp down the pleasure she was conjuring in him, both with her body and her words, the idea of boasting to his wife about her husband's true preferences... it was so fucking wrong, but it made his cock as hard as steel. Why was this all affecting him so strongly? He'd always lived in the middle, on the straight and narrow. This... this was all so far from that. Was that why his cock was loving it so much? That it was wrong, so far from anything he'd experienced, sizzling in forbidden appeal?

"How about my face?" she asked, sighing and biting her lip, slowly squeezing his throbbing pole with her cunt. "Tell me that I'm more beautiful than your wife... oh... tell me how hot and sexy you think I am!" she seethed, her pussy dripping her juices so much it was pooling on his sack.

"Ugh..." he groaned, knowing how wrong it was, but its dark appeal drawing him in. His wife was very pretty, fresh-faced, and lovely. But Stacy... she was a stone-cold babe. As hot as any model, sexy in a way that was truly intimidating... not even Elizabeth would claim to be better looking than her sexy boss. "Yes! You're better looking than my wife! Oh! You're so fucking sexy!" he sighed, his cock throbbing inside her as a jolt of pleasure hitting him hard as he told his wife's bully how hot he found her. It was so fucking wrong.

"Hahaha! YES!" she effused, her cunt locking around his shaft, making him groan in a pleasured agony. "What a hero a man like you is for marrying an ugly girl, but no more of that! Oh! No more taking pity! No fucking more! You're too tasty to be wasted on uggo's like Lizzy. Isn't that right baby... are you married to an uggo?"

"OH!" he groaned, wanting to deny her but unable to form the words. His wife wasn't actually an uggo... right?

"Ugh! Fuck! I love stomping out ugly girls like her," Stacy boasted. "They're fucking disgusting! She's so gross and pathetic it makes my skin crawl! Oh! I bet you took one look at me and realized I was right to be picking on her!"

"Oh! Fuck!" he groaned, wanting again to reject this statement, but the overwhelming pleasure of her cunt around him made saying anything difficult. He again tried to escape her clutches. His arms fought to be freed, but she kept him in place, squeezing her pussy around him one more time, keeping him in place. Looking down at him smugly, she continued. "Since you LOVE my body so much, and you can't shut up about how amazing I am, how gorgeous and sexy I am, how amazing my tits are, and how perfect my ass is... I just want to hear one more thing." She paused for effect, wiggling her butt against his thighs, making his head roll. Only when his focus returned did she ask her question.

"Do you like my cunt, Ryan?" she demanded, rocking on his lap. "How does that big cock of yours feel in my nasty, slutty CUNT! Does it feel better than your wife's? Tell me!"

"Oh..." he groaned, his cock throbbing inside of her. It was SO wrong to admit to this... so wrong to slight his wife in such an intimate way... but he couldn't stop himself. Things had gone too far down this road already. It was beyond his control, now. "Yes! Your pussy's better! It's so much better! Fuck... I've never felt anything like this! Your pussy is the best!" he groaned out, thinking it was what she wanted to hear. It was true. Her pussy was absolute heaven, the best thing he'd ever felt. Bar none. His wife's pussy was nice... but compared to this, it was nothing. It barely even counted.

"No! That's not a fucking pussy! It's a cunt! Don't ever think of it as a pussy again! I want you to say it! I want you to say 'I love your CUNT!'", she demanded, swiveling on his post, ready for hear it. As soon as she said it, he had to give her what she wanted. He had to.

"UGH! I love your cunt!" Ryan screamed out, that sinful word leaving his lips for the first time. It was a word he'd never fathomed saying... until now. For her. "I love your cunt! I love your fucking Asian cunt! Oh my God! It's so good!" he screamed out, a massive jolt of electric excitement coursing through him at this final admission, that Stacy's pus... no, her fucking cunt, because that's what it was. Stacy had a nasty fucking cunt, and it was way better than his wife's. Oh... it was so bad to say, but it was so true. Elizabeth's pussy was nice, but now he realized what he was missing out on, and part of him realized that nice would never quite cut it again. He hoped it would, but he feared that a driving need for cunt would take root in his system and never go away. It felt that fucking good! The nice, slightly warm, kind of snug pussy his wife had didn't compare. No... in the grand scheme of things, she certainly didn't have a cunt, but what she had wasn't even a pussy. It was merely a vagina. Nothing more. Ryan's body was shaking with need, fighting against her, pleasure flooding through his system as the revelation coursed through him that Stacy was indeed superior in every way. "Please!" he screamed out, desperately.

"Yes! That's it! Fucking YES!" she screamed out, releasing her hold on him. Immediately, his hungry palms grabbed hold of her massive tits again, digging his fingers into them as firmly as he could. Digging her nails into his manly shoulders, she lifted herself right up till just the tip was lodged inside her before dropping back down, driving her ass into his thighs, taking his entire cock back inside her, resuming bouncing, now at a faster pace. "I'm better than that dumb bitch in every way! UGH! Yes! Don't forget it! She's so fucking boring! And stupid! And miserable! AH! YES!"

"Fuck!" Ryan groaned, hating how much her insults of his wife spurred him on.

"UGH! FUCK! But I'm a fucking genius, oh!" she sighed, bouncing on the married man's big throbbing cock. "And I'm fun! And exciting! And so much sexier! How could you ever love her now that you know I exist?"

"Oh my God!" he sighed, unable to hide the deep satisfaction going through him. Unable to deny the pleasure her body was giving him. As she bounced on him, his cock was almost tingling it was so excited. He'd tried to resist how good this all felt, he really did. But the more he'd fought against letting himself enjoy this, the deeper she'd pulled him into the pleasure of the moment. It was truly starting to feel as if he'd been destined to do this from the moment they'd locked hands in a seemingly friendly gesture, sparking a connection that could only lead to full-out fucking. He found himself humping up into her ever so slightly as she bounced on him.

His hands kept squeezing the Asian woman's perfect tits, digging into them over and over again, the smooth flesh filling his palms and oozing between his fingers. They were so huge and so soft. So unbelievably smooth and firm. It was insane how good they felt in his hands, and how he'd never felt anything like it. In Elizabeth's flare-ups of self-esteem issues, he'd assured her that he found her small, flat breasts 'cute', and at the time he meant it. But if she asked him again, he didn't know if he would say the same. If he could truthfully muster up the same enthusiasm for anything less than the fleshy, oversized melons that Stacy had.

"Jesus, they're amazing," he groaned, palming her big breasts, her tits jiggling in his palms as they did their best to contain her heavy, bouncy jugs. She grinned, loving that this married man was starting to let himself get into this, his tongue slowly loosening.

"Yes! Oh! Fuck!" Stacy sighed, working up a sweat as she did her work, riding the married man's fat fucking cock, her incredible fitness shining through as she didn't slow down in the slightest. "I can tell you are LOVING this! Yes! Has Lizzy ever fucked you this good!?"

"No..." he said, unable to stop himself from answering her, his cock throbbing in excitement. Compared to Stacy, a woman who was clearly built to take dick, and knew how to do it in a damn near expert manner, it was as if Elizabeth didn't know the first thing about satisfying a cock. Not like Stacy. "No, you're so much better than her at this..."

"Hahaha! Yes! I love it!" Stacy gushed. "I can't wait till the next time Lizzy pisses me off, and I can tease her about whether or not her husband thinks I'm a better fuck than her! Yes! It'll make her cry in a corner, haha!"

Ryan wasn't far enough gone to let this comment slide, wincing noticeably as soon as he heard this comment, feeling her tits only slightly less hungrily, his rhythm of driving up into her interrupted. 'Jesus... what an evil bitch she was', Ryan thought. Seeing this thought pass across his expressive face, she grinned knowingly.

"Hey..." she called out, still bouncing on him as she demanded his attention. With heat in his eyes, he looked up at her.

"Tell me you love this," she asked smugly. He gave her a confused expression. "Think about me... think about my body... think about my CUNT!" she said, driving her ass into his lap and flexing herself around his big dick... hard! His eyes rolled back as he experienced this, barely holding it together. "Think about the fact that we're fucking behind your idiot wife's back! Think about everything we're doing, and say you love it!" she asked.

He again wanted to hold onto some sense of himself deeper down even as this wicked slut pulled him deeper under her spell, but he knew there was no point resisting. She would get what she wanted from him. And he already knew how much of a catalyst relenting and saying such sinful things would be in the broiling pools of lust inside him. And plus... he didn't have the will at this point to deny her.

"I love it," he said. She ground on him extra hard again, making his eyes lid over in unholy pleasure.

"Say it again..." she said softly, wiggling her ass in his lap, squeezing herself around him.

"I love it..." he repeated, his head tilting back, his nerve endings lighting up, fireworks exploding behind his eyes as she teased him.

"Say it again..." she sighed, leaning forward, her nipple grazing against his lips, his tongue sliding from his mouth to lick the stiff nub again.

"I love it..." he said again, his voice a heavy whisper, eyes closing, the lids weighed down with pleasure.

"Say it again..." she said, barely audible, her cunt clutching his swollen, throbbing pole as she slid her smooth lips to his.

"I love it..." he said softly before their mouths sealed together again in the sinful manner of a succubus corrupting a man by drawing his tongue into her waiting mouth, tainting his pure soul in the process. All he could hear was his voice, his own words echoing again and again and again in his mind. With their lips locked, and her heavy tits against his chest, and her pussy squeezing the unholy hell out of his big heavy dick, these words kept bouncing in thoughts, bouncing against his brain until they hit fertile ground and took hold.

'I love it! I love it! I love it!'

Until they were true.

Repeated enough times, his mind finally eroded enough to take it as a truth and not a pleasure driven coercion. His mind couldn't deny it anymore. Couldn't fight it. Couldn't find any foothold to resist her wicked mind and hot body anymore. Couldn't find the strength to fight for his wife's honor while buried in another woman's superior cunt.

He couldn't deny that he loved it.

Sliding their mouths apart, breaking their wicked, sinful kiss, she sat back up. Far from a romantic, and not wanting to let Ryan think things had any chance of going that direction, her face twisted up in a sinfully sexy expression as she looked down at his dazed face.

"Well, if you love it so much, why don't you prove it! Prove it by fucking me! Prove it by making me cum! Hard!" she spat out brattily.

His face lit up in a dark rage, and in that moment, Stacy knew she was in for something good.

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The party out in the main office had slowed down somewhat, with some of the older workers calling it an early night and heading out. But a fair amount of the office workers were sticking around, enjoying the party even as it got deeper into the evening.

'They're probably just enjoying the free booze,' Kendall thought to herself, sipping her own martini, a little away from the crowd, not as drunk as she wished she could be. But someone had to be the adult here. Being one of the women in charge, she knew there had to be a little distance between herself and the other employees. But in this case, she was happy to take advantage of that fact.

Standing a little away from the main crowd at the center of the party, the big group chatting and laughing as the Christmas music played, she backed away from them. As she did, she heard some muffled noises coming from further back. Smiling to herself, she slowly backed away from the crowd, till her shapely ass was resting on one of the employee's desks, allowing her to turn to look straight at the source of the muffled noises.

Stacy's office.

Trusting Stacy from the start to get the job done, Kendall had done her own secret preparations to allow her to play her own part in the proceedings. Nothing too major, of course, as she didn't want it to be too noticeable in the grand scheme of things. Frankly, it was rather simple. She'd merely opened the blinds to both the entrance to the outer room of Stacy's office where her secretary sat, and to Stacy's office itself, allowing Kendall to steal a glance straight into there, hoping to get a glimpse at the fun.

She was not disappointed.

Her eyes going wide, she looked straight into Stacy's office and saw exactly what she was looking for. There on the leather couch was Stacy, her tight red dress bunched up around her torso, with her ass exposed and her tits hanging out, bouncing on the married man, Ryan. She looked incredible, her ass absolutely insane, her boobs looking absolutely mammoth on her slim petite frame. Kendall shook her head and smiled... a bitch like her, with a body like that... no wonder her corporate rise was unstoppable. It was no wonder why she made the big bucks.

Ryan wasn't so bad himself. In Kendall's first sight of him, she hadn't been overly impressed. While he looked nice, he clearly lacked that certain level of style that comes from dressing up beyond events like this. He'd looked somewhat like a teenager dressed up in nice clothes for some school event. But with his clothes half ripped off, his shirt gone, his pants around his knees, he was certainly all man. A well-built, fit chest, strong arms, big hands... and judging by the glimpses Kendall could get, a very, VERY big cock... his body was very impressive. His glasses gone, his face twisted up in sexual exertion... where he once appeared boyish standing next to his mousy wife, he now looked like a man paired off with a real woman. But she could barely see his face, as she was smothering him with her massive tits while she rode him, his tongue extending, licking her nipples every chance he could.

Kendall shook her head and grinned as she kept watching the action through the window. 'Damn, she is good,' she thought, marveling at her boss. And she was totally right about Ryan. He was a total stud. And not only that, but she was also right that he was completely stealable, as in one night he'd been poached from his wife by that stone cold bitch. And they were really going at it! She was riding his big cock like she was breaking in a stallion, riding him from the tip to the balls, her ass slamming into his thighs every time. As she bounced, he had one hand resting on her hip and the other cupping one of her big boobs, allowing him to feast on her nipple as she rode him.

They looked so good together! The tall, handsome married white man and the petite, dominant, hot-bodied Asian woman. Fuck! Watching them going at it was starting to get her blood pumping. And it was making her ever so slightly burn with jealousy, as Stacy had succeeded in landing her man where Kendall had failed a couple years prior.