Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 03 Pt. 04

He did consider calling that Dr. White to see if she could help him talk through everything, but she already thought he was a lost cause, hopelessly obsessed with older women even if it led to the doom of his marriage. She wouldn't help... If anything, she would probably just encourage him.

On the field, the coaches were not letting up on the young quarterback, still trying to stifle him, to make a round peg fit in a square hole. He played along, but it only made the urge to rebel grow. But it was just another added pressure on him that he really didn't need right now.

The upcoming game was his team's first road game of the year, but it wasn't that far away, just down the coast. In fact, it was the city where he went to school, so he knew it well. That marketing meeting he had was about this. His college wanted to invite him for some on-campus event, a talk, and the team wanted him to do that. Not seeing any reason not to, he agreed.

It was only when he was on campus again that he saw his error. A delegation from the college staff met with him, and one of those was Professor Albright. Chad was frozen upon the sight of her again. It was like fate was working against him, bringing this specter from his past to life again right in front of him. She looked as incredible as ever, tightly wound, professionally dressed, unbelievably sexy. He'd seen more of her than most, so seeing her like this again only reminded him of what she was working with. Her boobs were massive, her ass was incredible, and she was still just painfully hot. Looking at him again, she betrayed only the smallest of knowing grins. In a crowd, neither could say anything to acknowledge their history. But all throughout the event, from the tour, to his speech, they kept making eyes at each other, sharing knowing glances. His mind kept thinking back upon that missed opportunity with her. And all the current hungers inside him that needed to be quenched. Fuck... Professor Albright could satisfy them. Holy fuck, could she ever...

It wasn't till the end of the event that they had a few seconds to chat, but it was enough. Sidling up to him, putting on a slightly larger smile as she eyed the young hunk, she slipped him a card with her number on it.

"Call me while you're in town. I'd very much like to finish our date..." she teased him.

Fuck... he didn't need this.

In the city the night before the game, a lot of his teammates went out on the town, but he thought it best to stay in, not give himself the opportunity to make another mistake. However, he was a ball of energy all night, pacing around the interior of the hotel room. Bursting with vigor. Bursting with need. Part of him wanted to just run out and get out there, escape this self-inflicted cage he was keeping himself in. He knew the dangers, but again... he was bound up. Kept in a cage of his own making. On top of that, he was horny as hell, and he had nothing on the horizon that would alleviate that. All that, combined with his coaches trying to stamp out any fun... he was bursting at the seams. He needed to vent. He needed some release. He couldn't go on like this forever.

Finally, he did something about it.

A simple text message, followed by some impatient waiting. Pacing his room, wondering if he'd messed up. Wondering if there was anything he could do to avoid his fate. But finally... a knock at the door erased his doubts. His breath caught in his throat as he opened the door.

There stood Professor Albright, dressed slightly more casually, wearing a sexy navy dress that clung to her slim, shapely body and displayed a mile of cleavage, the dark material contrasting nicely with her creamy, pale skin. Her breasts looked incredible showcased like this, bursting to escape the tight dress. Memories of their illicit date years prior flooded his mind, that being the only other time he'd seen his former professor showing off the goods in such a fashion. The tightness of her dress would no doubt do wonders in highlighting her impressive ass, even though he hadn't gotten a good look yet. On her feet were an expensive looking pair of high heels, the older woman clearly wanting to look her best for her former student.

Her gorgeous face still wore her trademark withering gaze, still unimpressed with Chad despite his fame and success, although the ever-so-slight upturned grin in her pursed lips betrayed the fact that she was aware of the front she was putting on. Her hair was down, her long, straight brunette locks cascading down her back. Her dark eyes displayed her sharp intelligence, and her slim nose gave her an almost regal air.

Seeing that her former student was taken aback by the sight of her, she didn't want to waste any time.

"I've been teaching for years now," she began, stepping into his room without being invited. Not knowing what else to so, Chad closed the door behind her, turning back to face her. "Teaching at some of the best schools in the country. But all anyone wants to ask me these last few years is 'What was it like to teach Chad Bethel?'" She rolled her eyes and he gave her an embarrassed grin. "To think that of all the good work I've done, you're all I have to show for it." She continued staring him down, before letting her plump lips curl up into a smirk. "Could be worse," she added after a pause, clearly impressed by the sight of the handsome, fit young athlete standing in front of her. This broke the tension between them, letting Chad relax a little bit as his former professor kept talking.

"Don't worry, I say nothing but nice things," she assured him. "I don't mention that you spent most of the semester you were in my class staring at my tits!" She said pointedly, turning around to check out the room Chad was staying in. He was finally able to check out her ass, the tight dress glued to her rear end, the full, perfectly formed cheeks jutting out against the fabric. And as he did this, she continued talking. "Or should I tell them that you would stare holes in my ass every time I turned around." Chad blushed, clearly having been caught without her even looking back at him, still examining the hotel room.

For the face of their organization, the team made sure to make sure Chad was always given the best accommodations, and this hotel room was no different, a fancy, well-furnished room. Professor Albright seemed pleased, nodding to herself before setting down her purse and turning back to face the tall, well-built quarterback. Looking up into his eyes, she continued speaking.

"Or..." she began, grinning to herself. "Should I explain them how you were one of the most obnoxious, overconfident students I've ever had, who was convinced that I was dying to get fucked by him from our first class together?" She asked this pointedly, making Chad wince, but her seductive smile cooled that embarrassment, "And the worst part of that... you were right."

A rush went though Chad upon hearing this. She always tried to act so icy... hearing her admit that she was as hot for him as he was for her from the start drove him crazy.

"I can't really mention the fact that we went on a date after the semester was over..." she continued, pointing out that dating a student was enough to hurt her professionally, especially with Chad being such a notable student. "Or that we made out in a parking lot..." she asked, the same memories flashing behind her eyes and his own. "And that we had our hands all over each other..." she added, stepping towards the tall young man, her nipples noticeably stiffening as she replayed the events of that night.

"I confess that I've thought about that night a lot in the years since," Professor Albright admitted. "I had the cock of one of the most famous young athletes in the country in my grasp, and we weren't able to seal the deal. No one would blame me for wondering what if..." she paused, giving him a knowing smirk. "But you? You're a young man who could have any girl he wanted. You're handsome. You're famous. I confess I was surprised when I heard you got married so young. But the fact that you have all those things going for you, and you still reach out to me as soon as we see each other again... that says a lot!"

"What do you mean?" Chad croaked out, finding his voice. Smirking confidently, she responded.

"You could have any woman you want... you're married to a woman you supposedly love... but clearly, you missing out on the chance of getting in my pants a few years ago left its mark," she responded, his bulge apparent to his perceptive former teacher. "Do you think about me a lot? Are you sleeping in bed next to your wife still wishing you had the chance to finally seal the deal with me?"

"I have thought about it..." Chad admitted with a grin.

"Does your wife know about you?" she asked, a smile on her face, yet his heart sank as she hit a sore spot for him. "Does she know you were never really hers? That your cock belonged to me before you even met her? I staked my claim in that big, fat, perfect dick long before she did, and it's belonged to me everyday since, even though it's never been inside me. Not yet anyway... Does she realize that every time you screw her, deep down, it's me you're thinking about? It's me who makes that cock so fucking hard? Was it my tits you were thinking about on your wedding night? My ass you were fantasizing about on your honeymoon? Does your little wife understand that she owes her sex life to me and my body, that the mere memory of our unfinished encounter was enough to power you for years?"

He tried to laugh off the accusation as being absolutely ridiculous, but the more he considered it... the more it made a twisted sense. With his descent into a MILF obsession these last few months, he'd come to the realization that his near hookup with Professor Albright had affected him far more profoundly than he realized. As proven by his recent behavior, his former professor had shaped his sexual tastes more than just about anyone.

Seeing him realize this, she gave him an almost wistful expression as she studied him.

"It's a shame..." she began. "In another life, where we finished our date by fucking the shit out each other, you wouldn't have had to imagine these tits on your wedding night." At this, she forcefully tugged down the front of her dress, allowing her massive breasts to burst out from beneath. Chad's eyes went wide... he'd never gotten to see the goods, and having them finally revealed to him after so long was like a dream come true. They looked incredible, firm and full, round and fleshy, each massive orb capped by a stiff pink nipple. With him arrested by the sight, she spun on her heels so her back was facing him. Looking back over her shoulder, she continued speaking. "You wouldn't have had to just imagine my ass on your honeymoon... you would have experienced it!" She yanked the hem of her dress up over her hips, revealing her shapely ass, clad only in a black g-string. Her ass was incredible, each cheek perky and perfectly sculped, the tiny string in the middle disappearing in the crack of her impressive ass. Kicking her heels off, she spun around, turning to face him again, her heavy tits swaying as she stared him down. "If we'd sealed the deal that night, I'd get to be the lucky older woman on your arm for the rest of your life." This line pinged as off to Chad, almost as if she knew about what he'd done with another older woman, Renee. Looking at him, she shrugged her shoulders. "I'll guess we'll have to settle for one night of nasty, sweaty fucking!"

Chad's eyes went wide as she stared him down. Holy shit! Was this happening? He'd dreamed of this for years, wishing he'd have plowed the professor when he had the chance. He'd called her up still unsure if he'd be willing to go through with it. This time, it would be him going out of his way to cheat on his wife instead of it happening to him like with Renee. If he went through with it, he'd be cheating on his wife for the second time in his life. But being in the sexy professor's presence once again, her intentions out in the open, he didn't know how he'd be able to live with himself if he didn't seal the deal this time. Breathing deep, his body craving one thing, he was in disbelief that this was really happening.

Was he really gonna do this?

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"Yes! YES! FUCK YES! Ah shit! GOD! YES!" screamed out Professor Albright, her moans of pleasure echoing through the walls.

The occupant of the room directly next to Chad's could hear everything. But they didn't need to hear the older woman's moans of pleasure to know what was happening in the next room.

In that room sat one of Dr. White's interns, Jaycee, sitting back comfortably, watching all the action with crystal clarity on the big TV screen. Jaycee handled all the videography at the church, and she was handling it here as well, looking into the next room as if it was completely open to her.

On the bed was the professor, buck naked, riding the handsome young stud like her life depended on it. Her massive round breasts were wobbling lewdly as she bounced on him, and his big hands did their best to contain them, squeezing them over and over again. Jaycee had multiple camera angles to capture the action. One camera was facing the bed, hidden near the TV. The other was posted to the side, capturing the illicit lovers in profile. There was another one in the corner of the room, giving an angle right near the bed, proving some good close-up views.

Jaycee had one earbud in her ear playing music, and she was dancing along with the beat, her feet bouncing back and forth in sync as she sat back, her upper half shaking as she worked it, this job going amazingly well. She sipped from a big foam cup, keeping up her energy as she kept one eye on the footage. Compared to the church job, this one was easy. The professor... her name was Erin... even though she was somewhat icy, she was a dream to work with compared to that bitch Renee. She knew the score, and she was on board, savoring the opportunity to finally get her hands on Chad.

Jaycee couldn't blame her. Again, the young woman marveled at how fucking hot Chad was, but internally she shook her head, hating that all that studliness was being spent on these older women.

At least the professor was enjoying herself.

"FUCK! Chad! YES! I knew you'd be good but... goddamn! Your cock's amazing!" she screamed out.

"UGH! Fuck, professor!" Chad groaned, fucking up into her. Fully embracing the action, he slapped the professor's shapely ass as she rode him.

The two lovers had a lot of tension to work out, and even Jaycee was surprised by the ferocity of their fucking. She was well aware of Chad's capabilities in the bedroom, but to see him doing it all again was somehow even more impressive. He just kept going and going, firing off massive loads and then going right back at it, barely slowing down.

And Erin was up to the challenge. Where did all these slutty older women come from? Professor Albright, despite her intelligent mind and academic image... was absolutely filthy! She attacked Matt's cock like a succubus, trying to suck the soul out of the young hunk, her lips ending up near the root of his big cock within minutes of entering the room. She didn't slow down as she rode him, doing so facing him, then facing away from him... Clearly, the bitch was getting her money's worth!

But it seemed like all that accomplished was taking the edge off.

Their fucking culminated in a brutal ass-fuck on the bed, the professor on all fours as Chad railed her from behind, his hands gripping her ass roughly, pulling her butt crudely towards him as he threw himself against her, their bodies colliding loudly. The intelligent older woman was a mess, her creamy skin coated in sweat, her gigantic breasts bouncing lewdly as she was drilled by the beefy married stud. Her mascara was running, her well-styled hair a mess, displaying the intensity of the pleasure consuming her form. Chad was a machine, unrelenting as he fucked the older woman up her ass. Her deep, throaty moans echoed through the walls.

"AHHH! FUCK! GODDAMN! UGHHHHH!" Professor Albright groaned as Chad drove the full length of his powerful cock into her tight ass, making her scream in delight. "Cum in me! I want it! I FUCKING WANT IT! I WANT MY ASS FULL OF YOUR CUM! DO IT! YES! YES! FUCK! FUCK! AHH! OHHH! YYYEEEESSSSS!"

The older woman's body went wild, limbs jerking, body shaking, her tight ass clenching around his shaft as her orgasm hit her. This coaxed one last massive load from his balls, and his imposing frame drove the older woman into the bed as he came, giving her what she wanted by pumping one last massive load into her ass. He'd already cum down her throat, and in her pussy... why not complete the set and get HIS money's worth as well?

This was the last bit of energy the professional athlete had, being sapped of his strength by the older woman's body, collapsing on the bed, panting, his naked body coated with sweat as he recovered. He would deal with the fallout of this later... all he could do in the moment was bask in the pleasure. It was so good... so damn good. First Renee, then Professor Albright... were all older women this fucking good at sex?

That was the thought he was left with as he passed out for the night. That, plus the sensation of Professor Albright curling up next to him, her naked, sweaty body against his own, the feeling of her fleshy breasts ballooning out against his chest the final thought he was left with before falling into a restful sleep.

Happy that the action was done next door, Jaycee shut down things on her end, saving the footage then uploading it to the cloud. Leaving the cameras on just in case, she turned the lights out and settled in for the night herself, but not before pulling out a nice big dildo and moaning Chad's name as the young man's talents made another woman cum that night.

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Chad played with a noticeable looseness the next day. He did his best to play by the rules, but he eventually had to call a timeout. Stepping up to the coaches, he had to lay it all out. He had to stand up for himself and what he was best at. He had to stand up for the team. He had to be the man he was meant to be, and not try to be anything else. The coaches hated it, but there was no universe where they were gonna be able to win the war over Chad in the eyes of both the team and the ownership. With no choice, they gave in to the talented quarterback, letting him drive.

They won by three touchdowns.

Things were looking up. The team had noticed the shift within him, and they were rising to meet it. The football side of things seemed to be improving... all he had to do was step up and take the wheel. His personal life was still a bit of a mess, but at least one side of his life was letting off some of that pressure.

Then his world exploded.

The team called him into a meeting at the stadium on Thursday of the next week, about something of great importance, to the degree where they pulled him from practice in order to come to the stadium to meet with team officials. Not knowing what this was about, he felt that weight returning to his shoulders again.

His life would never be the same.

He met with the HR group for the team, some of the best money could buy. Additionally, Charles, the majority owner of the team, was seated in the back as well. The head lady for the HR group, an attractive Asian woman in her late 30's, gave him a friendly but almost pitying look, as if he didn't know what he was in for. They welcomed him to take a seat before speaking.

"I'll get right to it, Chad," the HR woman, Cordelia, began. "We've got two major timebombs about to explode at the same time, and they both concern you."

Two timebombs? Could it be...

"I'll be blunt," Cordelia stated. "Chad, there's some sex tapes involving you that are about to go public. We've tried our best to suppress them, but they're gonna get out there whether we want it or not."