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

"It's funny seeing you like this knowing how badly you want to FUCK me!" she said, breathing deep, feeling alive as she chased down her prey, the challenge he presented more exciting than anything she'd ever experienced. She was loving this! As she spoke, she was looking up at him, so in close her feminine scent was under his nose, making his blood pump. God, she smelled good! Why did a slut like her have to smell so good!

"Stacy... please!" he begged again, looking down at her gorgeous face, but in the state he was in, his eyes kept going, his gaze getting lodged in her cleavage. He breathed deep, his throat went dry, and his nose scrunched up. He suddenly had the urge to rub his face against her massive tits to feel their immaculate softness, to wedge his nose between those massive jugs and take in the intoxicatingly girly scent no doubt located there.

"Look up... if you can!" she teased him, licking her lips, her eyes guiding his to look above him. Addled, trapped, his eyes followed hers, his gaze ripped from her tits for just a moment. Standing in the doorway, he realized he was standing just under the sword mounted above the door. But while he'd noticed the glimmering weapon in the dim light a few minutes prior, he'd failed to see the little bit of decoration hanging from the middle of the blade. It took him a few moments to figure out what it was.

"HR wouldn't let me hang those up for the party, but somehow, I don't think you'll mind," Stacy said. Then, Ryan figured it out.

Mistletoe.

Suddenly looking down at Stacy in confusion, his sluggish mind not putting the pieces together in time, he looked down at the Asian woman in front of him just in time to see her open mouth approaching his. And despite his immediate desire to escape, his desire for his wife's gorgeous boss exceeded it, and pressed in so close to him, he didn't stand a chance. So, when she moved in to kiss him, the lustful magnetism between them drew his lips forward, his mouth meeting hers halfway.

Almost immediately, the kiss became obscene. Lips pressing into lips, open mouths forming a tight seal together, she wasted little time in sliding her talented tongue into the married man's mouth, the sinewy muscle curling around his. The pressure had been building up all night, and finally in this moment, it was being released.

And God, it was amazing!

His body lit up with pleasure as soon as he and his wife's boss locked lips. He knew it was wrong, he knew that he should be rejecting this, but it felt so GOOD! He'd never been kissed so well. His body was responding faster than he could comprehend, filled with the heat and pressure of the moment, melting into the fiery kiss with the Asian woman despite his best efforts. Their tongues mashed together as they made out, his beginning to duel with hers as they went at it, swapping spit, breathing in each other's breath, really attacking each other's mouths. Cheeks hollowed, lips locked, mouths sealed together, they were really going at it, the heat between them finally igniting.

Their bodies were following suit. She pressed her delicious body against his firmly, her slim hands having slid to the back of his neck, pulling him into her as she forced herself against his body. Additionally, she slid one of her legs between his, really invading his personal space as she pressed herself into him. And in doing this, she could really feel his throbbing, rock hard, very lengthy cock pressing into her belly, screaming out for her hot body in a way the man it was attached to was still so hesitant to do.

Ryan felt like he was falling down a steep slope towards a valley of sin, unable to slow himself down, not even knowing if he wanted to. Feeling her smooth, plump lips sliding against his as their mouths smacked together, their tongues at war as hers slowly pushed him towards surrender, his body was alive with pleasure in a way it never had before. His wife had never incited such unbelievably pleasurable feelings, nor had any other woman he'd been with. Unable to escape these feelings, he couldn't be helped from letting himself succumb to the pleasure, reaching around her and dropping his large hands down to her shapely ass, squeezing the round cheeks firmly, pulling her into him as he pressed his body into hers.

"Mmm!" Stacy groaned at this small acceptance of the pleasure she was bringing him, loving the fact that she was driving this calm, reserved married man crazy with need. She wanted to leave her mark in him, making him swallow her gooey spit as they made out, making him feel her heavy breasts as she pressed herself into him roughly, grinding her dripping pussy against his tree-trunk thick leg lewdly. She kept doing this until he did the same, slowly humping against her, his big married dick craving her body and the pleasure it could bring him, wanting nothing more than to be inside her.

Ryan couldn't control himself. He'd never felt anything like this. For a man who prided himself on being so even keeled, he wasn't ready to handle such extreme sensations. Stacy had been turning up the pressure on him all night, and it was all finally getting unleashed. He'd never been so turned on, so consumed with lust. While he certainly enjoyed things in the bedroom with his wife, this was in a whole other stratosphere, making what he was used to seem like 1% of the all-consuming lust he was feeling now. Not even lust at all...

Lips smacking together, her tongue now having fully coaxed his tongue into her mouth, Stacy turned up the pressure even more. Sliding one hand down between them, she slid her fingers along his torso till they curled around his swollen married pole, bulging lewdly through his pants. As soon her fingers made contact, he jumped noticeably, but not enough to break the seal their hungry mouths had formed. Having made contact, she let her fingers tease the length of his thick, meaty bulge, gently appraising his impressive endowment. And within seconds, her hands moment became less controlled and more feverish, eagerly feeling him up.

'Jesus...' Stacy thought. 'He's REALLY big! Not just big... fucking huge!' Her fingers kept gently pressing against his unyielding, seemingly steel-hard, wrist-thick cock, again and again and again, getting more and more excited. Fuck! That big, thick white cock of his would feel SOOO FUCKING GOOD inside of her. Holy shit! The Asian tease was a total size-queen, and this married man's big fucking dick was exactly what she was looking for. Even though her pussy was very tight and petite, and even though taking his monster dick would almost be the equivalent of a pinhole taking a torpedo, she couldn't wait for it. She loved the sensation of being filled to the brim with dick, and this cock would get the job done in a way few had before. This big cock, and her petite, filthy cunt were about to get very well acquainted with each other.

Ryan's head was swimming, his cock practically tingling with pleasure, his entire system on fire, desperate with need. He tried to resist, to cling to thoughts of Elizabeth, but the all-consuming pleasure coursing through him demolished those thoughts like a hurricane destroying a house made of straw. He tried to hold on to that desire to escape, to rescue his wife and escape out of here, but such wants felt far less important compared to the world-changing levels of pleasure he was now feeling. How could anyone experience something like this and survive it? How could anyone not succumb immediately to such overwhelming feelings of desire? He loved his wife more than anything, but he was experiencing feelings at a level he'd never known possible... how could he not follow these feelings further? He found himself tumbling closer to drowning in that deep, dark valley of sin, and he didn't even know if he wanted to avoid that fate anymore. He almost didn't care that his soul was at stake. It felt that good!

Mouths still smacking together, lips locked, drool leaking from their mouths, they kept hungrily attacking each other, their mouths making fierce love with each other. This woman was a bully, someone who made his wife's life hell every single day, and this was something he hadn't forgotten. But this kiss was so fucking exciting for him that such a huge obstacle didn't even register with him anymore. He was so lost in this moment with her. His lips locked with hers. His palms eagerly squeezing her juicy, perfectly shaped ass, his large palms digging into the firm but pliant flesh through her dress, the skintight garment providing no protection against his touch. He squeezed her fleshy ass again and again, unable to get enough. Her ass felt so fucking good in his hands, and he found himself unable to stop feeling her up. And in doing so, he was pulling her into him, forcing their bodies together. But he didn't need to, as she was lewdly humping into him, grinding herself against him. His hands followed her ass as she ground herself into him, gripping her flexing ass-cheeks as she did so.

But as they went at it fiercely, both barely pulling in air as they were more focused on making out, they both hit the breaking point at once, mouths finally parting as they gasped for breath, gooey spit connecting their swollen lips. They took in precious air for a few blessed moments, but both were too hungry for each other to slow down. With Stacy angling her face away for just a moment, he leaned down and began trailing kisses down her cheek, along her jaw, and down to her neck.

"Fuck!" Stacy sighed, still panting for breath, her body shivering with lust for the married man. She couldn't remember the last time she was this turned on, this hungry to get fucked. Her pussy was soaked, boiling with need, ready to get filled to the brim by this stud in the making. Her small, tight, slutty cunt was ready to absolutely inhale this married man's huge, juicy dick, take every fucking inch of it inside her and squeeze the fucking life out of it.

"Fuck..." Stacy groaned, letting her grasping palm slide along his impressive length through his pants. He was as hard as iron. She slid her hands down towards the base of it until she could feel his swollen balls. Cupping them as much as she could through his slacks, she got what she wanted. They felt huge and swollen and fucking perfect. "I want you to fucking murder me with this big fucking dick, baby..." she sighed.

"Oh!" Ryan groaned, his lips still attached to her neck. It was all so wrong, everything she said so fucking wrong. This was his wife's boss... a truly wicked woman. But he'd never been so horny. His body was alive with excitement, his cock literally tingling from her touch. Feeling her enormous breasts pressed against him roughly, feeling her hand on his swollen dick, feeling her firm, juicy ass-cheeks in his eager palms... He couldn't pull himself from her clutches even if he wanted to. How could he evade tits as large as hers! He'd see her huge boobs wherever he looked! He couldn't escape her. He never had a chance. That slope was sending them both down into a pit of sin where they'd end up naked in a sweaty tangle of limbs, and it was only getting steeper. Using his grip on her ass to pull her into him, increasing the pressure between them, he groaned into her neck, the pleasure making him fall further and further towards the unescapable valley of sin.

Unescapable valley...

He couldn't stop himself. His lips left her neck, moving down her body towards her chest. He traced upper slopes of her giant melons with his lips, hungrily feeling their softness as he kissed his way downwards. Following the curvature of her big round tits, he found his lips tumbling down the slopes of her breasts and into the cleavage, his lips sliding against the soft, luscious skin. The way her exposed breast-flesh rebounded against his lips was... indescribable. Feeling one of her hands at the back of his neck pulling him down deeper, he found himself lodged nose-deep in her cleavage. Her arm hooked around the back of his neck to hold him in place against her tits while her other hand continued to stroke his throbbing married prick through his pants.

Ryan was a tall man, and Stacy was quite petite, yet she was the one in control here, having completely subdued him with her luscious body. Instead of shoving her away, his hands were groping her perfect ass. Instead of screaming at her, his face was smothered between her big tits. And instead of ignoring what his cock was clearly screaming out for, he was getting the pleasure he so richly needed.

It was... heaven. Such soft, succulent flesh pressed against his face... their smoothness, their weight, heavy and firm, the silky skin molding against his features as he was held against them. He'd never felt anything like it. And the girly, heavenly scent nestled right between her tits... it was incredible, even better than he hoped. His body shuddered with need for her.

"Come with me, Ryan..." the Asian woman sighed into his ear, stepping back slowly, leading him back into her office, back towards the couch. His body stayed glued to hers, blindly following the pleasure she was bringing him. And in truth, he barely heard her command, because he was drowning. Immersed in softness. Smothered against the smooth golden skin of Stacy's mammoth round breasts, his nose lodged in her cleavage, her pheromones hitting him directly. At the moment, her tits were his everything. All he could see. Feel. Smell. They made his blood pump. They made his cock throb. Nothing else mattered.

That's how fucking good at this she was. He'd come into this night with designs of winning her over and cooling her feelings towards his wife. He'd heard the warnings about her. He'd been on guard from the moment they'd met. But still, she got him admitting to himself that her big tits were all that really mattered to him. He'd truly not known what kind of woman he was dealing with.

As he was guided back to the couch, he kept scrubbing his face against her ripe, smooth titty-flesh, planting kisses on her huge breasts while keeping his nose planted in between them. As he moved, he kept humping against her grasping hand, continuing to grip her ass and hold her against him, increasing the pleasure he was feeling. In these moments, he was truly lost in her body.

"Hahaha! I could tell you wanted this from the moment we met... fuck!" she announced arrogantly, delicately walking backwards, pulling him along with him. "If you'd done this right then, right in front of your wife... shit... I'd have fucked you on the spot... right in front of her... yes... made her watch..." She was really feeling herself now. Despite spurring his failed attempt at escape, the fact that she'd immediately re-ensnared him let her know she could get away with anything with him, and she was gonna push that fact. Her words were getting far crueler towards Elizabeth as he fell deeper into her clutches, inciting further turmoil within him. But at the same time, she squeezed his cock more firmly and humped against him even harder, overwhelming such petty concerns. Thoughts of escape were forgotten. He just kept going along with her, despite that alarm bell in the back of his mind telling him how wrong all this was. And at this point, even with those alarms blaring in his mind, she didn't bother to slow down. She was robbing the bank, and it didn't matter that she was being caught in the act. That would only make it better when she still walked away with the prize. And if he already knew about the theft being committed and was letting it happen, it didn't matter if she savored her victory and stomped out the competition in the process.

"Just think... oh..." she moaned, a particularly potent thrill going through her as she ground against him. "If your wife didn't embarrass herself and get super drunk... ah..." she sighed. "If she had stepped up for her man... fuck... as much as you tried to stand up for her... shit... this wouldn't be happening! You wouldn't be about to fuck the living hell out of another woman! Yes! But it's for the best. You deserve it, baby! You don't need to let that dreary piece of shit hold you back from what you deserve! Ah! You could have the best! You could do so much fucking better than her! AH! Feel those fucking tits against your face and try to convince me you'd rather stick with boring little Lizzy over me and my perfect fucking body!"

It was as if she were trying to rile him up, say as much as she could before he'd finally pull his face from her perfect rack. Her slights against Elizabeth, her proclamations that she was holding him back from his true potential... it made his blood boil, but it wasn't enough to break his face away from her giant round fucking tits. He just couldn't do it. They felt so amazing! So incredibly satisfying that it seemed damn near impossible to pull himself away from them.

"Hahaha! Yes! If you disagreed, you'd be screaming at me, not about to fuck me!" she whispered devilishly into his ear, slowly spinning him so his back faced the couch. "I guess deep down, you do think your wife is a miserable little bitch, just like I do!" she said, gripping his neck, holding him in place so she could keep rubbing her boobs against his face. That being said, he didn't need the help. He still wasn't trying to pull himself away from them, not a bit. "I bet you wanted this before you even met me, didn't you? This is why you came here, isn't it? This was never about standing up for your wife. You like hearing your wife bitching about me... I bet you LOVE hearing about me demolishing her every fucking day. I bet it gets you so fucking hard, doesn't it?" she said, squeezing his throbbing cock. His blood was pumping as she stepped up her accusations, those alarm bells getting louder and louder, cutting through the lustful daze inside him. Even as he kept scrubbing his face against her smooth, luscious breasts, his defenses were getting louder, warning him to pull back from danger, noticeable even in the haze of lust coursing through him.

'It's not true. It's not true!' he screamed out internally, his inner dialogue emerging after having been lost as he surrendered himself to her breasts. 'He wasn't some maniac who got off on hearing about his wife getting humiliated,' he thought to himself as his cock pulsed in the hand of the woman responsible for that humiliation. Fuck... why couldn't he stop himself? He wanted to, he really did. But her breasts... they were just so soft and smooth. And just so, so big! But he did want to stop. He did want to stand up for his wife. He did want to preserve his soul, but this wicked woman was just so damn tempting. Some part of him started bargaining with himself, starting to think that corrupting his soul wouldn't be so bad in order to experience this perfect woman... no! He had to resist! He had to fight back!

"I mean, after hearing how I dunk on her again and again and again, how could you resist eventually taking my side?" she purred evilly, really pushing her tits against his face. "No man wants to be married to a born bully victim like her. Even a guy like you wants to be with a winner! Poor girl drunk herself stupid at the mere sight of me talking to you. Just imagine how she would have reacted if she saw all the stuff you did with me as soon as she passed out! Maybe I should tell her about it..." Those warning bells were getting louder, almost enough to force him to deny himself the pleasure of her incredible rack and confront her. His resistance was getting stronger.

This wasn't just petty arrogance spewing from her mouth, although she was certainly enjoying badmouthing that miserable bitch to her husband's face and seeing him so enraptured by her tits that he still didn't come to her defense. But in truth, she'd dabbled in shit like this in negotiations with clients she intended to seduce. By speaking her mind and staking out her terms, no matter how bold and unfair they were, by then seducing the client afterwards, they were left without a leg to stand on. They were forced to accept her terms, because the sex was so fucking good that they couldn't deny her or her abilities. It was the same principle here. By voicing the truth about pathetic little Lizzy right off that bat and establishing the terms, when he completely succumbed to her hot body, which he most certainly would, he wouldn't have a leg to stand on to stand up for his wife. By surrendering to her despite all the awful shit she said about his wife, he was in essence endorsing everything she said as truth, because by fucking her he was taking her side completely, in the most intimate way.