Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 02 Pt. 04

"You okay?" she asked knowingly, seeing the reaction her words had incited in him, a small smile painted across her face, noting the sweat on the older man's brow.

"I'm fine," he croaked out nervously. She looked between the glass and him, her lips upturning into a confident grin. This was it. She was ready to go in for the kill.

"Do you maybe want me to finish that drink?" she inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" Jake asked, confused, his body tensing up in nervousness. Kendall grinned. She'd lured him into a trap, and it was time for him to realize it. His guard was down, his defenses were lowered, his senses were dulled. It was time to strike.

"You're different than you were when we worked together," she said, giving him a confident look of appraisal. "When I, uh... hit on you, back at that party, you turned me away so firmly that, afterwards, I was just like... damn... I never had a chance. But now, we meet up again years later, and I've done all this maturing and learning from my mistakes, to the point of hosting a seminar about sexual harassment, a subject I myself was guilty of. And at the end of it, you're the one who makes a little teasing comment about my tits?"

"That... okay, that wasn't what I meant!" Jake said defensively as he was put on the spot.

"I mean, you could argue that you were sexually harassing me!" she said with a laugh, clearly unoffended but amused by the reversal of their behavior.

"Again, I didn't mean it like that," he replied firmly. "It was just a slip of the tongue."

"But you had noticed that I got my tits done? Even though I was dressed professionally and totally covered up?" Kendall replied.

"I mean... yeah, I noticed, but I wasn't commenting on that," he answered, still on his back foot as he admitted this.

"And all night, even though everything's been aboveboard and friendly on my end, you just can't stop starting at my breasts!" she commented with a knowing grin, this statement causing his gaze to again fall to her succulent cleavage. He looked away, unable to meet the eyeline of the woman across from him, embarrassed with himself. And embarrassed that she indeed had caught him in the act.

What was going on here? He always kept his behavior in check so easily, his actions in tune with his core values, his eyes on rails, never wandering. But being on the beach, surfing and relaxed with his mind turned off, his inner defenses had followed suit. With a few drinks in him, while he was by no means drunk, he was not at his best. And in that time, his eyes had taken advantage of being free from the restraints they were kept in during the day, falling immediately to the biggest, roundest tits he'd ever been in close proximity with. He'd seen plenty of big ones in his time, mostly covered up of course. But lately, especially with him spending so much time on the beach, he gotten to see some pretty exquisitely large pairs, both among his surf group and with women on the beach. Hell, even before they went to college, the girls... but, uh... moving on, the point was, none of the breasts that he'd encountered in the last couple years were as large as Kendall's. And despite the fact that they were enhanced, none were so flawless as his former employee's perfectly massive pair.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, shaking his head, closing his eyes and rubbing his eyes. He finally opened them again to meet her eyeline, finding her intelligent eyes twinkling with amusement.

"The point is," she began, pulling her glass closer to herself. "I'm starting to get the vibe that if I made the same offer now that I did at that party... your answer would be different."

"What do you mean?" the older man croaked out, frozen in place, unwittingly noticing the way the younger woman's enormous boobs wobbled within her black bikini as she leaned back ever so slightly.

"I mean that if I asked you right now if you wanted to go up to my hotel room and have rough, nasty sex with me... I think you'd say yes," she said, staring him down firmly as she said this. Jake's cock throbbed at the illicit nature of this statement, but he said nothing. The moment hung with the weight of the sexual tension between them.

This weight felt more prominent with Jake, as it felt like he was carrying so much of it on his shoulders, and it was now being exposed to the light. In recent years, whether it being from stress, or all these life-changes, or just getting older and craving a certain immature recklessness of youth, he'd found himself slipping in this manner. His eyes began wandering. Never at work, of course, but a few times at the beach, or out on the town, even around the house. And one time at a neighborhood party, he'd found himself slipping, checking out a pretty young creature, usually the ones with quite impressive busts. He'd always stayed on the straight and narrow, never making any grand mistakes, but he'd found the idea of it a little more tempting in recent years.

He had a fantasy... an intrusive one at that, which kept popping into his brain in unguarded moments. The image of two beautiful women emerging from beneath a surface of water, each wearing next to nothing, only skimpy bikinis. Both were fit and tanned and were showing a lot of skin, one wearing a tiny blue number, the other a matching neon yellow. He could see their bare legs... their exposed midriffs, each of their sexy navels a thrilling sight for the married man. But the aspects of them that stood out most were these two women's monumentally huge, firm breasts. Each of their massive racks were barely constrained by the bikini tops, the heavy, voluminous flesh pouring against the triangle cups, looking smooth and temptingly squeezable. And because they were stepping from beneath the water, beads of moisture would cascade down their bodies. Their firm bellies. Their barely covered nether-regions. And most notably, down their giant, round tits. And with them being freshly emerged from the water, the bikinis were glued to their bodies, meaning he could appreciate every curve of their delicious forms, even getting a hint of their stiff nipples.

In the grand scheme of things, this fantasy might seem quaint, but for Jake, it was quite potent, riling him up every time. Both women in the fantasy were tanned and gorgeous, yet he could never see their faces. He just knew they were stunners. The image of these two sexy young women in his mind was so clear as if to be a memory, yet for the life of him he couldn't quite place who these two were and when this moment could have happened. They never had that many guests come over to the house to use the pool, so it must have occurred on the beach, but he couldn't recall a moment like this. But it felt so real! Nonetheless, this fantasy had carved out a permanent place in his mind. He tried his best to push them down, out of sight and out of mind. But they wouldn't stay buried for long, popping back into his head at many inopportune times, quickly becoming the ultimate go-to when he needed to ease some tension on his own or to reach a climax while making love to his wife. There was just something about these two bikini-clad women that turned him on in a profound way, as if these two were his ultimate fantasy women.

He knew all of this... his wandering eyes, these intrusive fantasies... the root cause of all of it could easily be diagnosed as him having a mid-life crisis, and that was probably true. He'd often found himself looking back at the life he'd live with a tinge of regret. That he hadn't been more wild and reckless. That he hadn't made a few mistakes. That he hadn't taken up some of the offers made to him to do something a little crazy, even knowing the dangers. And now, all those feelings were being brought to the forefront, personified as these two tempting, huge-breasted young women in bikinis, tempting him into the waters of sin. And now, it seemed, in the form of Kendall, he would be forced to have his final reckoning with them.

Jake thought if he ever faced a situation like this again, he'd face it down with all his defenses at the ready, but in the moment, facing down Kendall's perfect fake tits... all he felt was dizzy. He didn't realize the sheer quantity of sinful desires that he had been pushing down into his subconscious, but now, thanks to Kendall and her hot body, those lustful needs were flooding his system. The full weight of his suppressed sexual fantasies was slamming into him like a freight train, more potent than any shot of booze, weakening his defenses right before the final battle. His strength of character had been strong for so long, well past what should be expected for any man... Could it withstand this final test? Or had he been worn too thin?

"But of course, I would never ask that of you," she said with a teasing grin and leaning forward, her firm breasts resting on the hard tabletop, the succulent flesh of her massive melons oozing out against the smooth wooden surface. "You made your intentions clear back then. Nothing changed, right? I mean, it's not like me getting massive fake tits, enhanced breasts that are so perfect and round and squeezable, actually affected your moral code? That'd be silly. Whether or not a man would cheat on his wife coming down solely to the other woman's cup size... that's crazy!"

"Right... crazy..." Jake croaked out, unable to look away from her amazing tits.

"In fact, we should prove it," she began. She curled her fingers around her once discarded glass. "I'm gonna finish this off, even knowing what I said would happen if I did." With that, she downed the remainder of her booze in smooth gulp, slamming down the glass. Her eyes were wild, looking slightly glazed but reckless and fiery nonetheless. And despite the added alcohol, Jake noticed she sounded no worse for wear, as if she had sobered up slightly. Or if she was never even the slightest bit drunk at all...

Before he could react, she stood up, her mammoth fake breasts jiggling as she did so. Kendall stepped around the table, pulling off her sarong and tossing it on the table, leaving her standing only in her skimpy thong bikini, her ass just hanging out for all to see. But the bar was pretty quiet on weekdays like this, and the blonde lady bartender keeping an eye on them seemed amused more than anything at this development.

Jake sat back, confused as to what was about to happen, and this gave Kendall room to maneuver. Stepping up next to him, she spun around, revealing her thong-clad ass to the object of her affections, completely unobscured now. Next to him, the full round cheeks of her shapely ass was right there, exposed to his shocked eyes, framed only by the tiny black thong, the tiny string bisecting the cheeks disappearing in that mouthwatering valley. But this view was only granted to him for a moment as she quickly made her move, sitting right on the married man's lap, right there for the world to see.

"Oh my!" she said, feeling his very evident bulge pressing firmly into her ass as she planted herself directly on it. He groaned as her weight settled on his lap, the pressure she was putting on his swollen cock not exactly helping him clear his mind. "This feels just right." She twisted in his lap, enough to wrap her arms around his neck and face him. This put her huge, mammoth boobs just beneath his chin, with the weight of them heavy as the sides of them pressed into his fit chest. With no other place for it to go, his hand fell to her hip, resting there. Looking at him from close proximity, the younger woman grinned. Jake inhaled deeply, taking in her heavenly scent, the smell making him shudder. She smelled like a girl. A woman. Like sin itself. Like all the bad decisions he'd missed out on.

"Let's consider this a special lesson that I can use in my sexual harassment training," Kendall began, wiggling on his lap against his swollen dick. He groaned again. His mind was floating. His nerves were alight with excitement, a sensation he'd rarely experienced. He didn't know what was happening. She was driving this whole thing. "Having someone like you, someone so upstanding and good-hearted, will make this whole thing perfect. Because, obviously, nothing's changed. We're totally not gonna go up to my room and fuck. Obviously! But we should prove it. We should prove that here and now that if a woman like me spends a lot of money to get breast implants in order to land the man she desires, it won't work. So, if I say, for example..." she paused before grinning and leaning in close, moving her lips to his ear. She then whispered, in the lustiest voice Jake ever heard: "Say the word, and I'll let you do whatever you want to them, Jake! My big, perfect tits! You can feel them up... squeeze them... fuck them... Babe, I'll fucking smother you with them till you can't breathe, and you will fucking love it!" She then pulled back and grinned.

"Oh my God!" he groaned heavily, his cock throbbing against Kendall's ass. His eyes went down, staring directly at full, firm breasts. They were so perfect!

"Of course, I don't mean it!" she claimed, despite the heat in her voice when she whispered in her ear. "I mean, if you said 'Yes', I would totally go through with it, haha! I'd fuck you so good you wouldn't be able to think straight! I mean it, Jake. But you've made your feelings clear, and nothing should have changed... right?" she teased, looking him down, her nearly bare ass wiggling in his lap. "Just say the word and we'll be done here."

"Kendall..." Jake warned, his heart beating rapidly, his nerves on fire. This didn't feel real. Was this really happening? Part of him wanted to throw her off of him... but a larger part of him didn't. He craved something like this. A moment where he felt alive. And he found himself tempted by it. By her. But still he couldn't believe that this was really happening, and that he hadn't stopped her advances in their tracks. What was going on here? He'd been so deftly able to turn her away before, but for some reason, in this moment, it was hitting just right...

"In a situation like this, all you have to do is say no..." she teased, further rubbing her ass against him. "Because if a man like you doesn't, he's gonna make a lot of women think he's willing to fuck them..." She groaned in satisfaction as she kept grinding her ass against his bulging crotch. "You'd just encourage women like me to take things further and further." At this, Kendall lifted one leg and spun on his lap till she was straddling him, facing the married man while sitting on his lap, her tits right in front of his face. He couldn't even try to look away. He didn't want to. She didn't want him to stop either. Grabbing his wrists, each having settled on her hips, she slid them down till he was palming her thong-clad ass. His fingers couldn't help but squeeze her perfect ass. God, it felt incredible. Fuck... it was so firm... so smooth... he'd never felt anything quite like it.

"Please..." he sighed, barely keeping it together, but still not saying no, a fact Kendall noted. With her hands behind his neck, she used one finger to playfully scratch the back of his scalp as she ground against him, her ass flexing in his palms as she did so, her barely covered pussy grinding against his lengthy bulge.

"And if you don't say no, a bikini-clad bitch like me might end up on your lap, humping against you, so horny... so desperate for sex," Kendall sighed, her wobbling tits grazing against Jake's chin as she humped against him. He could feel her moisture against his straining cock. His hands kept squeezing her juicy ass, pulling her into him as he humped back into her, his body acting without thinking twice. "And if you don't stop her, she'll whisper enough sweet nothings in your ear that you'll have no choice but to give in and fuck her! She'll tell you that she's been dying to rip off her bikini and show you the goods since she saw you on the beach. That she knows you want to see her tits so fucking bad! More than anything! Don't you... Daddy?" she teased, grinning confidently, savoring these words, her nipples as hard as diamonds beneath her bikini.

"OH!" Jake called out, the words rising from his throat before he could stop himself, that name touching on something primal deep inside him, something he didn't even know was there. But it jostled something loose within him, causing a break where before it was unbreakable. Before he could stop himself, one hand rose up along her body up to the back of her neck, pulling her in just as she leapt forwards, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss. Kendall melted into him immediately as her tongue slid into his mouth, meeting his, years of desire exploding out of her as she made out with the man of her dreams. It had happened so fast that Jake didn't realize what was happening till it was too late, till he was making out with this woman almost half his age, a woman who was very much not his wife. It had been a long time since he'd locked lips with anyone but Nancy, and the difference in heat and passion was immediate. Kissing his wife had the heat of a slowly fading ember... Kissing Kendall was like a blazing inferno! Being so much different than what he was used to, he couldn't stop himself from responding, sliding his tongue into Kendall's mouth, their kiss becoming more and more fierce and nasty. At the same moment, they were humping into each other lewdly, ready to go at it right then and there. And they would have, except...

"Okay! That's probably enough..." a voice called out, approaching the table. It was the lady bartender, watching them with a sly smile. She was pretty hot herself, in her mid-thirties, long blonde hair, a playful smile, and an indelible quality to her that let you know she'd seen it all. She was a perfectly cut out to be a great bartender, no doubt. Both breathing deep, Jake and Kendall looked up at her, lips parting. "You two are lucky it's a slow night, or someone would have called the cops." Looking around, the sun long set, every other table was empty. "As much as I would LOVE to watch you two go at it right here in front of me, I'd probably lose my job if I let that happen. You'd better pay your tab and take it up to your room." Grinning at the bawdy bartender, Kendall turned to look down at Jake again, eyes blazing.

"What do you say... Daddy?" she asked again, delighting in that word again, victory painted across her face.

Jake paused, breathing deep, unable to believe what he was about to say. But before he could, he was interrupted.

"C'mon, Daddy," the bartender said, turning and walking away, slightly impatient with this whole thing. "We all know where this is going. Go upstairs and make this bitch moan."

Grinning and looking down at him, Kendall saw the answer in his eyes. And in that moment, knowing what was about to happen next, Kendall realized that the wait had been SO worth it.

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The hotel was lucky they weren't terribly crowded that night, because what proceeded from that point on was some of the loudest sex this building had ever endured.

With Jake practically carrying the stacked younger woman to her room, they barely made it past the door before they ripped each other's clothes off. Neither were wearing much, so that didn't take long, nor did it take long before Kendall had swallowed Jake's thick, meaty, nearly ten-inch prick to the root.

Kendall had been dreaming about this moment for years, and she was determined to make it count. She gave it her all, inhaling his cock like a fucking slut, taking it all down her tight, nasty throat. God, he was even bigger than she imagined, but she loved it. It tasted perfect on her tongue, as if meant for her mouth alone. She swallowed his powerful, rock hard, meaty dad-dick like it was meant to be, the wrist-thick shaft sliding down her tight fucking throat. It was soon covered with her heated spit, as were his massive, swollen balls, which she gently massaged as she sucked him off.