Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 03 Pt. 03

(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

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It had been an eventful past five years for Chad Bethel, and lying back in his hotel room, after a long day at training camp, he had reason to feel reflective as he looked back. The fame, the glory, the wars on the football field. The attention of the sports world both on and off of the field. Going from being a no name farm boy from Iowa to the biggest college football star in the nation, then the top pick in the draft, and then a week later getting married to the girl he loved... it had been a busy few years for the young athlete.

But the more things changed, the more they stayed the same.

Five years prior, he'd often be camped out in his dark, quiet bedroom till all hours of the night, ending his evening with a nice relaxing wank while watching porn on his laptop. That's not to say he didn't have an active social life back then. He had had a ton of friends, and he would go to parties, but his hometown in Iowa didn't exactly have the most active social scene in the world. So, most nights would end this way, at home, alone, his eyes glued to the delightful pornographic filth the internet could provide. And now, five years later, after all the glitz and glamour, here he was, all alone, cock in hand, ending his night doing the exact same thing.

Training camp was pretty intense, even for someone in as good of shape as Chad. The camp was a healthy distance outside of town, free of distractions so the players could only focus on football, just as the coaches liked. They housed the players at a nearby hotel, each athlete with their own room. They had curfews, and they really didn't encourage people to leave the area. They fed you at the hotel, and gave you enough supplies to get by. They wanted you focused entirely on football. When you were on the field, you were focused on football. When you were at the hotel, they wanted you to focus on football, using your free time to study the playbook and memorize it. It was all football, all the time, and they weren't there to make it comfortable for you.

That being said, the hotel room wasn't bad. The rumor was that a few years prior, the old-fashioned coaches made the players stay in sparse dorm rooms. No TV. No internet. No phones. Nothing. If they had their way, you wouldn't have a single thing to distract you from what this was all about: Football. Compared to that, the comfy hotel room, with a nice big bed, a large TV, and speedy internet wasn't bad. You got to have your phone, but you had to leave it in the room during the day. That was nice in comparison to how it used to be, but it didn't line exactly up with Chad's schedule. His wife, Jeanie, just transferred to the local hospital, so she was working nights. This meant that when he was free, she wasn't, and vice versa, reducing their communications to a few stray texts back and forth whenever either could manage to do so. Because of this, when his brain had enough football for one day, he had nothing to distract him other than shitty summer television shows and the internet. And with nothing on television worth paying attention to, he would lay back and revert back to his old ways, scrolling through the internet until it was well past dark. And he would inevitably end his nights the same way he would back in high school.

With a nice, relaxing wank.

Chad used to be a bit of a porn fiend in his younger years. Living in a relatively conservative area, sex was heavily discouraged, so even someone like him who was one of the most popular guys in school wasn't exactly getting a ton of action. He was no virgin, having a few tentative moments at a party with his high school girlfriend, but that wasn't enough for a young man bursting with need. So, for the most part, he found refuge in porn, getting his rocks off just so he could think straight. He got really into it, knowing the places to find the best stuff, knowing the porn stars' names, and developing a wide swath of favorites, the women who were especially effective at getting him off. For a few years, this was his nightly ritual.

But then he went to college and found himself surrounded by girls who were very eager to have sex with the popular young athlete, and he suddenly didn't need the outlet that porn provided him. His habit fell by the wayside as he found himself drowning in coed pussy, and when he moved beyond that stuff and met Jeanie... let's just say porn was discouraged by both her and the church-based rehab program he took part of that steered him away from his parting ways. And as his relationship with Jeanie became serious, looking at porn felt so unseemly to the lovestruck young man. The church had successful tainted porn for him, and he didn't really have the urge to dive back into it, the whole thing feeling like a hobby best left to his teenage self. And plus, if Jeanie ever caught him looking at that shit, she would freak out.

But then a lot of things happened at once. Away from Jeanie for training camp, he found himself without an outlet for his desires for the first time in years. And with his newfound fame, he had a lot of companies reaching out to him on social media for sweetheart deals to hype their brands. He left most of that stuff to his agent, but in the condition he was in, one offer caught his eye.

A porn studio named "Sisters of Sin" privately DM'd him, offering him a free, no strings attached, secret, lifetime account to their most popular website. No stranger to the internet game, he was not one to be duped easily by an offer like this, figuring it was some phishing attempt. But looking into it, the offer seemed legit, coming from the studio's official account. Under normal circumstances, he never would have pursued it. But with him being away from home, away from his new wife, his heavy nuts filled to the brim... let's just say his judgement was a bit clouded. Replying to their message, he worked out the details in private, and with barely any work at all, he'd gained free unencumbered access to one of the most popular porn websites on the planet.

Even in his most fervent porn watching days, he found the concept of signing up for porn unnecessary, as there were just heaping amounts of free stuff out there to watch with no issue. But having easy access to a treasure trove of pure, undistilled, ultra-high-def porn starring the best of the best pornstars, a site that he could access with little effort whatsoever... it was quite nice compared to risking getting infected with spyware watching potato footage of a really good scene with watermarks pasted all over it. When he gained access to the site and saw all the high-end footage available to him at one click... his eyes went wide at the possibilities just as they did five years prior when he was first exploring this world.

As strange as it sounded, it was oddly nice seeing a bunch of familiar faces again, even if they were porn stars. With how crazy the world was, it was nice to see these women still at it. The site he had been granted access to was a MILF themed site, so the younger women who he used to watch had now graduated to MILF scenes, and the women who were already MILFs five years ago had all somehow gotten even hotter in the interim.

He still remembered his early days traversing into the world of porn. Growing up where he did, he was surrounded by girls who dressed conservatively, who went to church, who saw sex as a thing to be scared of. And the adult women in his community, for the most part, were not exactly paragons of sexual vitality. So, staring into this online world that seemed so foreign, filled with women dressed in little to nothing, who had excessive curves in all the right places and were so confident with sex as to not just take it but demand it from men... it was thrilling! It was exciting! He couldn't get enough, becoming an avid watcher for years until he cleaned up his life. But, like a reformed alcoholic taking his first drink in years, that relapse tasted extra sweet. And it was extra potent. Out on his own, away from home, dipping his toe back into it after years away... the porn just hit harder.

It wasn't just that it was enough to get him off and clear his head... this shit was high end, high quality extra nasty shit that scratched an itch in just the right way. It had been five years since he last dove into porn... maybe it was just because he was returning to this old vice of his, but it seemed far nastier and far more wicked than it used to be. The women were hotter, the sex filthier, and their bodies... they were absolutely obscene! It was incredible.

Maybe it was just because they were MILFs...

It was a hunger that had been stirred to life within him in those formative younger years thanks to porn. In his narrow, conservative upbringing, he'd never looked beyond the girls his age for the longest time. But it wasn't until he got in porn, and saw how MILFs were treated as the ultimate, the absolute best... that's when his tastes began to evolve. He quickly realized the pedestal these older women were put on was fitting. The MILF scenes were better. Their tits, bigger and fleshier. Their asses, rounder and juicier. The sex they took part in... hotter, sweatier, and just so fucking nasty in all the best ways. Early on, he spread the wealth, watching scenes with all types of women as well as MILFs, but he couldn't deny the extra thrill these older women added to the scenes they were in.

There was just something about them. Older women were supposed to be more composed, more mature, evolved past the immature all-consuming need for sex. To see them being so nasty, so slutty, so horny... it was extra thrilling. And for these older women, these moms, to have tits that were even more massive and better than their younger peers, and to have perfect firm asses that could take even more intense action than just standard fucking... it just clicked with Chad. But at that point in his slightly younger days, it was merely a ripple in the lake of his desires, only making noise around the edges of it. These MILFs... you don't meet women like that in real life. They were something of fantasy... and that was all that they'd remain. He wasn't thinking about MILFs after he was done and his browser was closed. He wasn't weighing one type of women above another, and he wasn't thinking about MILFs any more than any other type of woman. At that point, being so bursting with need, just about any reputable porn with hot women would get the job done.

But as he went to college, and he finally gained an outlet for his desires and started hooking up with lots of girls, he gained the confidence to start trying new things, specializing his tastes, exploring the waters of lust that he'd finally dipped his toes in. He wanted to swim around a bit, and possibly explore those far off edges that he hadn't drilled into. Dabbling with all sorts of girls, his tastes were expanding. He did all sorts of different things, multiple girls at a time, different types of fucking, his skills getting better the more he went at it, only causing him to want to seek out the next big thrill. New itches began rising to the surface that needed to be scratched. He needed something different. Something new. Something beyond these sexy, hotter than hot coeds who were throwing themselves at him. His eyes began to wander past college girls.

And onto older women.

He had this one professor... God, she did it for him in the worst way. Professor Albright... fuck, she was so fucking hot! A tightly wound brunette whose stern, withering gaze was just as nut-busting as her massive rack. She taught a business class he took, and he just couldn't get over how sexy she was to the point of struggling to pay attention to her in class. Even though her outfits were professional in terms of coverage... they were also quite snug, the older woman often wearing tight skirts and figure-hugging cotton tops. They covered her up, but in another sense, they let you see everything. You got to appraise her full, shapely ass. You got to admire the delicious shape of her massive, firm boobs. She kept her dark hair pulled back tightly, and her glasses only highlighted her stern, fiery eyes. So many professors in college were deferential to Chad, the star quarterback. But Professor Albright didn't seem terribly impressed by him, one of the few who didn't tolerate any of his bullshit, not letting him get away with anything. She pushed back at him in a way few had the nerve to do, and he frankly admired that fact. She didn't seem intimidated by him in the slightest, and that made her infinitely hotter in his mind.

Professor Albright didn't dominate his focus, as he was hooking up with plenty of girls during the time he was taking her course. But unlike most of those girls, this professor that was 20 years older than him stuck in his mind. He wanted to get her in pants more than anything. Her treatment of him in class only motivated him to win her affection, forcing him to put in the work that a lot of his other classes didn't require of him. That came with great effort, as her no-bullshit attitude made her seem impossible to win over. Even as his grades improved, her gaze at him in class remained unimpressed. His efforts to chat her up in any manner were met with deaf ears, the professor staring at him coldly until he gave up. He feared her more than any coach, and that made her even more of a tempting figure. The brash young athlete wanted to make the ice queen moan.

With the boldness that only the star quarterback could ever possess, Chad shot his shot. Visiting her during office hours the week before finals, her took the opportunity not to ask her any questions about the class but instead ask her on a date, explaining what he would treat her to, flirting with her in a very boyish manner and promising her that she would have an amazing time if she said yes. The stare she gave him in return would make most men crumble, but not Chad, confident enough to not second-guess himself. He wagered that there was a fire to her, something beneath the surface that you had to work to get at. And he was doing the work, banking on the fact that hidden behind her tightly wound exterior was a sex-kitten waiting to be tamed. She said nothing in response, prompting him to propose a deal, that if he got an A on the final, she would then agree to a date. She shook her head and betrayed the smallest smirk at the gall of this young man, but he took that as a yes, not even waiting for an answer.

Studying his ass off, he torched through the final, a hail Mary attempt to get in Professor Albright's pants. An A on the final would give him a B in her class, but he hoped that B would give him a shot at her A.

The thing he didn't account for was that they had no reason to see each other once the final was done, so he had no way to press the issue short of chasing after her during office hours, which even he knew would come across as desperate in a manner that would be unappealing to the icy older woman. No, he had to play it cool. He checked his grades once they were posted, and the A he saw as the grade on his final confirmed he'd lived up to his part of the deal.

And Professor Albright lived up to hers, sending him an email with a time, a place, and nothing else.

It was a date.

Dressed to impress his MILF teacher, he had to drive well outside of town to meet her at the restaurant she'd dictated they meet at, an attempt to escape any prying eyes. It was a somewhat ritzy place, the type you'd only hear about on the food channel. For as confident as he was by this point, perhaps overconfident considering just how many girls he'd hooked up with in the last few years, even he was nervous to face down with Professor Albright.

And he had good reason to be.

His youthful bravado caught in his throat when he first laid eyes upon her. His hot MILF professor was dressed to kill. Her conservative clothing was left behind, and in its place a figure-hugging black dress that left nothing to the imagination. The neckline was PLUNGING, diving down to below her breasts, showcasing practically the full expanse of her sizable cleavage. Her boobs had never looked more gigantic, stuffed into the tight dress, bursting out from within. Chad still remembered every detail about the inner hemispheres of her massive globes, pressed against each other in a mouthwatering fashion, the smooth flesh jiggling ever so slightly every time she moved. With a dress like that, she was clearly not wearing a bra, as further evidenced by the indents from her nipples, stiff but not rock hard. Tentatively stiff, and any further progress in that regard would be dictated by how the date went. She wore a dangly necklace, the shiny bauble resting at the upper delta of her cleavage, ensuring that your attention would be drawn to her chest. Her arms were bare, the dress held by up black straps digging into the creamy pale skin at her shoulders. Her perennially pulled back hair was let down, and she'd replaced her bookish glasses with a more stylish pair.

As she stood up to welcome Chad, he got to admire her lower half. Unlike the conservative hemline her dresses stuck to in class, this dress ended halfway down her thighs, leaving her long, smooth legs exposed and her firm calves on display. On her feet were an expensive looking pair of black high heels. The material of the dress clung to her firm, juicy ass, highlighting its immaculate shape.

The one thing about her that didn't change one iota was her attitude. Even as they sat across from each other for what was undeniably a date, she gave him the same withering attitude and dismissive, unimpressed glare as he tried to turn the charm on. It was enough to shake his confidence. He couldn't get beyond the most surface level conversation with her. She didn't seem the least bit interested in small talk.

He didn't know what to make of her. Was she toying with him? Was this a game for her or something? But if she was just messing with him... why go as far as to accept the date? Why dress up like this in a manner as if sex was very much on the table if she continued to treat him with this same cold disinterest? You wouldn't do all that unless... unless sex was a definite possibility. Perhaps that's what she was in this for. Not for any personal connection. Not for any particular affection she had for Chad. Perhaps his reputation as one of the biggest studs at the school proceeded him, reaching the faculty.

Perhaps she was just in this for sex.

With all else failing, he steered the conversation in that direction. With how much experience he'd gained with girls, he knew when they had intentions of taking him to the bedroom, and he knew how to expedite proceedings to reach that point. So, he did the same here, being more blatant about his hopes for the night. And it was here that she finally perked up, betraying a small grin and responding with the same spirit. Here she was, this otherwise classy older woman across from him, sipping her wine with her boobs practically hanging out, going back and forth with some heavy flirting. If he doubted that she wasn't responding, he could see her nipples getting noticeably stiffer as the night went on. Also as noticeable was her bare foot jammed firmly against his cock, her toes teasing him to full stiffness through his pants. When he laid it all out in the open, and questioned whether it was okay for a professor to have sex with one of their students, she replied.