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

"Stacy..." he groaned, trying to fight her off, his addled eyes looking around and noticing that they had gained the attention of some of the other people at the party, some of them stealing glances at the pair dirty dancing in full view of everyone.

"I was just joking, of course," she sighed, still sliding her firm ass against his big, straining dick. "I wouldn't actually go on vacation with one of my employee's husbands..." she paused, looking back into his eyes again. "Despite how impressive they are..." she added with a smirk, wiggling her butt against him. As wrong as it sounded, Ryan couldn't help but acknowledge that impressing someone as stunning as Stacy, to have an impressive enough endowment that someone as insanely sexy as her had to comment on it... it filled him with a strange sense of pride. It made his cock swell up ever so slightly, even in its rock-hard state, as if directly responding to her teasing comment. She smirked as she felt him throb against her backside.

"I know what you really want," she began, slowly grinding against him in rhythm with the slow song playing. "You're gonna go on vacation with your wife. You'll have such clean fun together. Maybe hold hands..." she said, reaching down to curl her hands around his wrists. Still moving together as one, side-to-side, ostensibly dancing but in truth he was still lost in the moment as she continued to press her top-shelf ass against his large, swollen dick. He couldn't think straight it felt so good, and he was so overwhelmed with how amazing it felt that he couldn't pull himself off of her, despite every alarm bell in the world going off in his head. She continued talking. "You two will walk the beach. You'll be walking around shirtless, looking all tasty in the sun. And she'll probably be wearing a bulky, cute one-piece, cause she's too shy to show a lot of skin. Not like me..." she sighed, pulling up his wrists ever so slightly, causing his hands to rise up along her sides.

His mind's eye followed along with her. Yes, that's what he wanted, exactly as she described. The vacation he'd been dreaming about for months. The ultimate getaway to help his stressed-out wife finally relax. Stacy had taken what he'd told her and conjured a moment in time, using what she knew about them to fill in the missing details... correctly. Elizabeth was shy about showing skin, wearing cute, girlish one-piece swimwear, not the type of thing you'd find on a bikini model, but the type of thing a sensible, reserved woman like her would actually wear.

The problem was, Stacy was the type of woman you'd find on that magazine cover. She was the woman that would be wearing that sexy, skimpy bikini. He'd seen it himself, at least for a moment. But it was a moment that lingered. It was an image that had burned itself into his mind in a flash. Because as hard as he tried to keep the image of himself and Elizabeth walking on the beach at the forefront of his mind, that image kept glitching out, unable to stay in place, at least his wife's side of the equation. And in her place... taking her place... was Stacy.

Stacy, hand-in-hand with him, strolling on the beach. Her, wearing a teeny-tiny bikini, a pink one just like in that picture, showing off so much skin. Her juicy, firm ass displayed so lewdly but without shame. Her front, showing off as much skin as she could get away with in a public place, her bikini bottoms scooped very low to showcase a wide expanse of her golden, tanned skin. Her flat, fit belly. Her sexy navel. Her smooth flesh. And up top, a bikini top consistent of two small triangular patches of material, barely containing the massive heavy melons she was so shamelessly showing off. Stacy, dressed like this, and him, dressed just like she said, just wearing his trunks, shirtless, showcasing his fitness without shame, just like she was. The image seemed so potent, with the two occupants such an undeniable fit together, that he just couldn't shake it. And with them in such close proximity at the moment, pressed together, his crotch rubbing against her delicious ass, it was the only thing he could think of.

And she knew it.

"You'll walk along the beach, with her on your arm..." Stacy continued, ostensibly referring to his wife, but in his addled mind inhabiting the role herself. "Because she's the woman you truly want, and you are so excited to be next to her. So... excited..." she sighed hotly, putting a little extra oomph in her grinding of his big married dick. As she did so, she continued to raise his hands along her sides

"Ugh..." he groaned into her ear. His imagination was getting carried away. All he could see was Stacy in his mind, marching along the beach next to him, her luscious body so exposed in that filthy bikini of hers. As she sauntered through the sand, her ripe, heavy breasts were jiggling lewdly, barely restrained by the small patches of material that comprised her bikini top, her stiff nipples showing through the stretchy material. His chin fell to her shoulder, and his glazed eyes looked downward, staring at the mammoth slopes of her giant, round tits, his eyes hungrily consuming at all her exposed skin without shame. So far gone, Ryan began to openly hump into her as she pushed back against him.

"Mmm... yes!" she sighed quietly, her voice heavy with heat, jutting out her chest as she continued to grind her shapely ass into him. The people around them stole more glances at them as things got a little more heated between the two, and while Ryan was far too lost in the moment to notice, Stacy certainly did. But a slut like her was totally undeterred, continuing her lurid dance.

"You stay close to her," she continued. "And every moment you do, she drives you crazier and crazier..." she sighed, pulling his hands up even further along her sides, getting closer and closer to her chest. He imagined himself walking next to Stacy on that beach, glancing over to her, his eyes wolfishly consuming her insane profile, her slim torso, her sculpted ass, and her massive, jutting breasts, barely contained by her minimal clothing. As they walked, her boobs wobbled hypnotically. He couldn't stop staring at them. "Because she's the woman you want, you can barely control yourself, even though everyone else can see," she purred, raising his hands even higher so his fingertips were grazing the sides of her big boobs, still pushing her ass against him as she did this. Ryan could hear the alarm bells blaring inside him, but they were far off. Distant. He wasn't in control of himself... at this point, he was just along for the ride.

"She has everything you want in a woman. You love everything about her," she continued, her voice a harsh whisper. "Her beautiful face..." she began, glancing back at the dazed married man and smirking. "Her fantastic ass..." she sighed, wiggling her behind against him, making his dick pulse with pleasure. Holding his gaze with hers, her eyes flashed with evil intent, licking her lips before speaking.

"And her big tits..."

Before he could react, she tugged his wrists forward, dragging his hands along the sides of her huge breasts, not stopping till his open palms were pressed against the fronts of her huge tits, his fingertips pressing into the soft flesh through the dress. And then, with her hands over his, she made him dig his fingers into her ripe, juicy tits, squeezing her hands over his, making the married man feel the sensation of her massive boobs oozing between his fingers.

"Oh my God..." he sighed quietly, his voice heavy with heat, his body melting into her. Fuck... they were incredible! Even through her dress, the softness of her massive melons was undeniable, so smooth, so firm, so succulent. And his thumbs were pressed directly against skin, landing above the hem of her low-cut dress, the flesh rebounding against the pads of his thumbs. They felt amazing, perfection against his fingers, so insanely soft and firm. And almost even more impressive was their sheer size. They were absolutely huge! He'd never encountered such massive boobs in his entire life, let alone gotten his hands on any of this size. They were enormous!

And as soon as she put his hands on them, they almost acted on their own accord, digging into her succulent melons again and again and again. As if having been wandering in a desolate desert expanse of flat chests, his hands finally found themselves in an oasis of big tits, and his palms were drinking in the moment. He dug his fingers into them over and over again through her dress, his thumbs testing the firmness of her smooth flesh. It was almost as if his hands were meant to squeeze boobs this big. And the fact that his wife was so flat-chested in comparison almost made this feeling even better, his hands savoring their perfection in a way he couldn't if they were used to the sensation, creating a moment so profound that he would never be able to forget it. The feeling of absolute softness was indescribably good, and the only thing that would make this better was if those massive tits of hers were bare. His fingertips found themselves toying with the hem of her top, tempted to make that dream a reality.

"Squeeze my tits, baby..." Stacy sighed softly, arching her back to both press her tits out against his hungry palms and grind her ass even more firmly against his crotch.

So lost in this moment, Ryan couldn't stop himself from obeying. Stacy's body was all he could focus on. His hands kept lewdly groping her huge fleshy tits, her nipples digging into his palms through the dress. And his cock was almost painfully hard as he humped against her ass firmly, unable to help himself. His cock was absolutely throbbing, bursting to be out of his pants and inside of her, desperate for the pleasure only she could provide.

Stacy's head fell back against him, the sensation of finally getting his hands on her body sent fireworks of pleasure through her. She was so wet she could feel a bead of her sex-juices rolling down the inside of her thigh. A shudder of pleasure coursed through her delicious body, and that pleasure transferred to him, their bodies already in sync as they prepared themselves for what would inevitably be next.

Sex.

Suddenly, as if lightning was striking him, Ryan was pulled from his lust-filled haze by this thought, his eyes opening wide, returning to the present, returning to the moment. Despite all the booze he'd imbibed all evening, in a flash, he was sobering up. After minutes locked with Stacy in a world of their own, he was able to take notice of his surroundings again. He was surrounded by his wife's officemates. He was pressed up against her wicked, teasing boss. And his hands were still pressed against her huge boobs, his fingers clutched against them. It was as if he we were in the pilot's seat of the airplane, but it was on autopilot, and it didn't want to give up the control of the flight.

Looking up, he realized that more than one pair of eyes were watching them, stealing glances at them as they went about what they were doing, unable to just ignore them. In the moment, it had felt like he and Stacy were in their own private corner of the office, but in truth, they were just on the edge of the crowd, visible to everyone. Even as he became awakened to what he was doing, he kept groping the Asian woman. As he looked around at the nearby people, his sluggish mind noticed their strange reaction to these lewd events. His wife had always seemed to imply that her and a few of her peers were part of a pocket resistance, making it seem like a large group of her officemates were of like mind to her and hated Stacy. But as Ryan looked out at the crowd of people watching them, he didn't see hate in their eyes. He saw jealousy. He saw resignation. He saw... submission.

There was no true resistance left in them. It had been stamped out... ground into dust. Perhaps the people here had once thought they could stand up against the force of nature that was Stacy, but they'd all fallen. They'd lost. They'd been broken down into obedience. Any hope of a regime change was long gone. They accepted their fate, allowing Stacy to claim complete control and stake her claim as the true queen of the office. They accepted whatever Stacy did, almost silently encouraging her bad behavior, barely flinching as her and a man married to one of their peers looked poised to fuck each other's brains out right there in the middle of the office party. She was in charge. It was either get on her good side or get out. She could get away with anything, and they were so broken they would simply allow it, knowing they didn't have the strength to resist her. No one was gonna help him. No one was gonna defend him. None of them had been able stop Stacy's warpath, all surrendering to her rather than risk further conflict. No one could save him but himself. And he wasn't doing a very good of that, his hands still groping her enormous tits, his cock still grinding into her firm ass through all this. He could feel himself submitting to her. He had to stop this. He had to stand up for himself. For his wife.

Realizing the gravity of what he was doing, Ryan was driven into action, asserting control over himself. With a willpower that required him delving nearly soul-deep in order to overcome the intense desire he felt for Stacy's body, he finally released his hold of the Asian woman in front of him, stepping back as if shocked, slightly pushing her away in the process. Breathing deep, his clothes slightly askew, the bulge in his crotch very evident, the weight of what he'd done was finally hitting his quickly sobering mind.

What the fuck!? He was a married man! Elizabeth! Jesus... what had gotten into him? How could he have gone so far and done so much with this other woman, his wife's boss!? He'd thought he was in control, he thought he'd prepared himself for her, but he was wrong. He'd perhaps underestimated who he was dealing with... he'd fallen in too deep with her. Perhaps his plan had been misguided from the start, and he was trying to combat a force he wasn't fully prepared for. He just wanted to stand up for his wife, to make her life much easier, and instead, he'd made a mistake... lots of mistakes... with another woman. But at the end of the day, his innate, unshakeable sense of justice had bailed him out, rescued him from the cliff's edge of the biggest mistake of all. He'd always taken pride in his strength of character, which led him to always doing the right thing. That had been tested here tonight, far more than it ever had, but he'd persevered before falling too far. He'd made mistakes, sure, and he'd deal with the consequences of them later. But first, he had to fully extricate himself from the mess he'd found himself in.

Stacy spun on one heel, turning to face him. Her perfect dress looked a little tussled, her hair a little mussed, a small sheen of sweat on her smooth, golden flesh, her nipples stiffened beneath the dress, she was showing signs of the effect the night had had on her. But she looked undeterred, staring him down with heat in her eyes and a smirk on her face.

Suddenly, Ryan saw her as his wife did. He could see the evil intent painted across her gorgeous face. He could see her devilish designs, and the sinful delights her body tempted him with, and the blood red dress only accentuated that dark image of her. She was bathing in sin, proud of the wicked temptation she offered, to the point that someone as kind and soulful as him almost fallen victim to her feminine wiles.

Almost.

Now, he kept his distance from her, now fully aware of how dangerous she was, now fully understanding why his wife was so fearful of this woman. Controlling his anger, both at her and himself, the Christmas music filling the office was a far contrast from the conflict inside him. People were stealing overlong glances at him and Stacy, having watched the whole thing, unable to contain their curiosity, wondering what was about to happen next. The fact that he'd made this mistake in public, where his wife's coworkers could see, only compounded the shame he was feeling. Rumors would spread... fuck! He'd have to deal with that later. First, he needed to get out of here.

"It's time for me to leave," he said with a controlled tone, his voice firm but quiet, not wanting to air his dirty laundry too loudly.

"Are you sure about that?" she replied teasingly, a confident smirk lighting up her gorgeous face.

"Very sure," he replied firmly, stepping back, away from Stacy. She took a step forward, moving closer to him. In response, he took three steps back, moving away from her before she could get any closer. "Stay back!" he warned her, looking slightly panicked as he pointed at her. This put her into the position of having to give chase, to expose a little bit of desperation and chase him down. He banked on her pride not allowing that.

And he was proven right.

She winced at his warning, and as he moved away from her faster than she was willing to give chase, her grin transformed into a scowl. That playful beauty that she'd worn in all her interactions with him disappeared, replaced by that cold, severe, angry beauty that was more indicative of her true nature. Unhappy that he'd pulled away, unhappy that he'd escaped her clutches, Ryan realized that she was starting to figure out the game was up. Ryan had escaped it at the last possible moment. In their battle of wills, his had proven just a little stronger.

She took another step forward to approach him, but he stepped away again, holding up his hands to stop her in her tracks. She did the same, holding up her hands, asking him to calm down.

"Okay, listen," she began, the seductiveness gone, replaced by the cool, fearless businesslike tone she no doubt often utilized in this very office. The two were slightly away from the pack, so no one could quite hear what they were saying. But the others were still watching as they kept up the appearance that they were still partying. Holding her gaze firmly, warning her against any funny business, he let her speak. "Listen, I thought you were hot, I took a shot, and I missed."

"I'm married!" he pointed out obviously. "To one of your employees!" If he had any hopes of shaming this woman, then he clearly still didn't fully understand who he was dealing with.

"So?" she said simply, hands on her hips, her gorgeous face wearing a smug yet confused expression, as if unclear as to why such things should matter. Marriage, and love... those were the most important things, yet this cold-blooded woman treated them as a mere afterthought in the scope of what she wanted. He shook his head in disbelief, shocked that someone could be so cold.

"I'm married! I love my wife more than anything! I'd never cheat!" he called out. Her look softened at this and she rolled her eyes, as if what he'd just said was so lame that it had taken all the appeal out of her attempted seduction.

Ryan thought it was over. Perhaps she was so used to being with men of such low moral character that such a thing as marriage and love didn't actually mater. And the fact that it did matter to him, that he was one of those guys who valued the vows he'd taken...perhaps it finally proved to her that he wasn't such an easy target. Perhaps by withstanding her attempted seduction, by standing up for his wife at the moment it mattered most, she'd finally gotten the message. She'd finally realized her seduction would never fully work. Running her fingers through her long, black hair, she looked at him with annoyance.

"Okay, fine. Whatever! It's done!" she said to him snottily. "Truce?" she said, still holding up her hands. He still looked skeptically, but the fact that she'd seemingly thrown out any semblance of continuing her efforts gave him enough pause to consider what she was saying at face value. Ryan was a guy who always saw the best in people, even at their worst, so he gave her the benefit of the doubt, while giving her zero tolerance for any funny business.