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

And for a time, this is where they remained, the office going silent. Ryan's conscious form was buried behind a veil within him, looking outwards from inside, having stepped back from the controls of his body. He didn't know how long this lasted.

It wasn't him who moved first, but Stacy. He felt her body slither out from beneath him, escaping from underneath him, sliding onto the floor. In his current state, he could only see her blurry form moving, not even getting a good view of her naked body as she rose to her feet. It took her a moment to regain her balance, standing on shaky feet, her body worn and tired. She reached down and grabbed the nearly passed-out married man, his exhausted form nonetheless obeying her wishes, allowing her to guide him into a seated position. He felt a heavy weight near his crotch, but Ryan was too distant within himself to know what it was. His vision still blurry, he could almost see Stacy smile before she kneeled between his knees, her heavy tits wobbling enough where even he could see it in his current state. She could feel him push his knees slightly apart as she moved in closer.

Then, even from deep within himself, he felt a heavenly softness coaxing him back to life. So soft, so smooth, pulling him back to the forefront. His conscious mind returning to the controls, he blinked his eyes to clear away the blur, and what he saw shocked him.

Stacy, between his legs, her immense heavy breasts resting on his crotch. And squished between those massive tanned orbs was his big married cock, somehow still hard, somehow still upright despite everything he'd endured. How was this possible? What had she done to him? Did she break him?

"Uhh... Stacy..." he groaned sluggishly. He watched as she looked up at him, a confident smirk painted across her face as she held her tits from the sides, smothering his bloated shaft, fucking it with her sweaty breasts, bringing it back to life. Despite the deep depths of her insane cleavage, the head of his cock still emerged from the top, hitting her chin as she smothered his near full length with her fleshy breasts.

"We're not done, baby..." she said, sounding a bit worn down but holding it together far better than he was. He'd had hopes to break her down through voracious buttfucking, but she was the only one who'd emerged from the battle still holding it together. He tried to reject her, but his mind was mush.

"Please... I can't..." Ryan groaned, shaking his head. He didn't have anything left. This was past his limits. At this, Stacy reached beneath him to cup his heavy nuts, still slightly swollen.

"I think you've got one more for me..." Stacy whispered hotly, her voice still sounding scratchy but it only added to her sexiness. Her hair was a mess, and her face gave all the telltale signs of intense marathon fucking, but she still looked amazing.

As soon as he felt her hand on him, he recognized the dull pressure at the base of his cock. His empty balls were somehow refilling again with even more sperm. Fuck... he did have more. How was this possible? How did she know? It had felt like he'd fired off all of himself. But if there was more left, he wouldn't last long. He had no stamina left, nothing to hold back whatever was left within him.

A jolt went down his shaft at a new sensation, Stacy's lips closing around the head of his cock, her tongue tickling the underside of the tip, making him jump. His cock had spent a very long time buried up her ass, and now it was right in her mouth. And she didn't hesitate in the slightest, practically savoring it, almost smiling as she sucked on the end of his dick. Jesus... what a fucking slut! What an amazing slut! She really was the best.

"Oh..." he sighed softly, savoring then sensation of her soft, firm tits smothering the length of his shaft, and her talented tongue working his cockhead just right. She released it from her mouth for a moment, smiling up at him as she worked her tits around his penis.

"You like that?" she sighed, biting her lip, grinning.

"Stacy..." he groaned, waving his hands in surrender. "Please... no more..." he begged, unable to stand up against her, too broken to fight back. But he had to know this wouldn't work. She was the one who had proven herself insatiable and unrelenting in a way he could never hope to match. This bitch was completely unbreakable. How could he ever hope to conquer her? What choice did he have but to surrender to her?

"What's wrong?" she teased. "I just want to leave you with a moment that you'll never forget..."

"Trust me... I won't be able to forget any of this..." he replied. She smiled at that, but it wasn't enough.

"I know that, but I want you to walk out of here knowing that you love me more than anything," she began. "And I don't want you to ignore that."

Even now, the fog was beginning to clear, and the weight of what he'd done was beginning to hit him.

"Stacy... I need to go..." he said, unable to muster the strength to move. "I just... I just can't." She smirked again knowingly. Despite that... fuck, her tits were so soft! They felt amazing around his shaft as she slowly teased his cock enough to have his balls boiling.

"The best thing is... you've said that every step of the way..." she sighed. "And every time, you end up giving in and proving yourself wrong!" She said, sounding strangely proud, squeezing her own massive jugs, pressing them into his dick even more firmly. He groaned lightly at this. "You just end up showing how amazing you are... how amazing you could be if you let go and devoted yourself fully to my hot body. My hot ASIAN body... right?" she teased, knowing that would resonate with him. His cock throbbed between her fleshy, sweaty tits. "Don't you just want to dump boring little Lizzy for good and live every day with this body?" He gulped, the idea sounding so good, his cock stiffening even more between her giant heavy boobs. "Does she ever fuck you with her tits like this?" she said, barely containing a laugh. Even he gave her a half-hearted grin at this statement. "Can she ever give you something that feels this good?"

"No, but..." he began, shaking his head. "But please... I'm done. I need to go." Despite his cock's stiffness, he was so exhausted that he didn't know if he could endure anymore with her.

"Okay... I'll let you go..." she relented, resting her heavy breasts on his crotch on either side of his post, her fingers toying with her stiff nipples as she looked up from her spot between his legs. "I mean, you have done a lot. You filled my cunt with a fucking gallon of semen, and I'm pretty sure you gave my ass even more!" Again, his cock jumped at her words. She looked down at the angry head of it and lovingly teased it with her tongue. "I just figured you'd want to complete the set and fuck my mouth. Fuck my throat like it's my cunt! And then I was gonna let you cum on my tits! Don't you want to see these big perfect Asian tits covered in your cum?" she teased, her smile sickeningly evil as she squeezed her own fleshy tits again. The sight made his cock jump.

"Stacy..." he sighed, feeling more awake the more she teased him.

"Would you be able to live with yourself if you DON'T end up covering these big, perfect tits with cum?" she asked, again tonguing the tip of his cock oh so teasingly. "Because the next time you go home with flat, boring, ugly Lizzy, and she takes off her top, are you gonna look at her pathetic, itty-bitty boobies and not think about how you like mine WAY better? Is that sight gonna make you think about spraying another massive wad of cum across these perfect cum-catchers instead?" she sighed, glancing at her own breasts.

"Oh!" he sighed, his head falling back.

"Will you be able to ever to look at your wife's boobies and not think about my perfect tits?" she asked, toying with her nipples.

"No..." he replied truthfully, the lust invading even this moment where he was as drained of lust as could be. And still, she had her hooks in his big dick.

"Do you even love your wife anymore? Because it feels like you love these big Asian tits even more, haha!" she teased him.

"Oh... Stacy..." he begged, desperate.

"Then why not just finish this off right?" she asked, toying with him. "Why not fuck my throat like the slippery little cunt it is, then finish off all over my massive, round titties? Isn't that what you want right now... more than anything?" she sighed, speaking his language, sliding her heavy tits up and down his lengthy, throbbing shaft. "Or do you still want to walk away?"

Ryan hated how tempting the offer was. Even in his weakened state, even though the full weight of what he'd done was fully hitting him, a big part of him still wanted to do it. In this state, her words to his wife seemed extra harsh as they hit his sober mind, yet he still wanted to do it more than anything. He really did. But in this moment, he wanted to at least assert some control of himself. Show that he had some control over himself, his actions... his fate.

"Stacy..." he sighed weakly. "I need to leave." Finally, he said it. At last, he stood up for himself. And, for the first time, she respected his choice. She sat up straight and backed away just enough to release his cock from her grasp between her tits. Despite everything, her teasing had done its magic. His cock was towering and mighty, even after the brutal fucking he'd taken part in. Thus was the magic of her body... her tits... her big, perfect tits. God, those tanned tits would look perfect covered in his thick white cum...

No. NO! This was over.

Shaking his head clear, he found the energy to move his limbs, taking the opportunity to stand up in the space she'd vacated. Inadvertently, this meant that as he stood, his cock settled into place directly pointing at Stacy's gorgeous slutty face. She smirked with the tip of his weapon mere inches of her eager mouth. She let her lips part ever so slightly in anticipation. Ryan noted this moment as well, this action on his part inadvertent but nonetheless potent, making his balls fill up even more with the cum that she was so hungry for. But he was committed to finally escaping this evil slut's clutches. And there was nothing she could offer that would stop him now.

"Stacy," he began. "This is over."

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(10 Minutes Later)

"Take it!" Ryan growled. "Take it you fucking slut!" With one hand holding the back of Stacy's head harshly, he drove his cock roughly into her mouth, fucking it exactly as she wanted. From the tip to the base, he gave her every inch, enjoying the sight of her dirty mouth stuffed full of dick. Sometimes, he savored the sensation of her plump juicy lips sliding along his shaft, and other times he enjoyed the sight of those smooth lips forming a tight seal around the base of his cock, holding her in place till her eyes watered. A newly blooming dark side to him loved seeing the smug bitch choking on his thick rod. But hey... this is what she wanted.

"You like that, bitch?" the married man growled, sounding unrecognizable. "You like tasting your fucking ass... oh... that fucking cunt juice... you love tasting all that on my dick?"

"MMPH!" she groaned, mouth full of cock, grinning. He felt her tongue lavishly licking the underside of his shaft, making sure he knew how eagerly she was savoring the flavor. Jesus...

"Fuck! Your amazing!" he effused, unable to contain it, lust lighting up his system. There is nothing he could give her that she wouldn't love. "What a fucking slut you are!" Her eyes lit up as she shook her head back and forth with his cock down her throat, gargling on his meat lewdly. She even bared her teeth as she gently rested them around the base of his cock, not only asserting that she was as nasty as they come but that she owned this fucking cock of his.

Ryan kept giving this bitch his full length, and she fucking took it like the slut she was, the head of his cock getting buried down her throat as she tried to swallow his lengthy meat again and again and again. His heavy, cum-filled balls kept pressing against her chin, and she was drooling everywhere as she gave him this extra-sloppy blowjob. But she was hungry for it, almost attacking his dick as hungrily as he gave it to her.

However, after a night with so much heated action, he lacked the stamina to keep things going. His balls were boiling, the pressure was already too much, and he couldn't deny the hungry slut her prize. As she sucked him off, and those massive wobbling jugs kept shaking from her efforts, he wanted nothing more than to fucking cover them in cum. He wanted to see her tanned golden tits glazed with his fucking sperm.

Finally removing his spit-soaked shaft from her glorious slutty mouth, he held her by the hair while he grabbed the base of his cock with the other. Stepping towards the kneeling slut, he proceeded to rub his soaked cock across her slutty face.

"I want you to wear it, bitch," he grunted out, knowing his cock was coated with the combined juices of all three of her holes. "I want it painted across your fucking face."

"YES!" Stacy gasped. "Please!" she sighed like a true whore, eagerly rubbing her face against his cock and balls. This act of pure whorish delight made his cock shake. It was that time, and she knew it. Grabbing the base of his shaft deftly in her palm, she began stroking it, poised to coax the cum out. He stepped back as she aimed it at her perfect tits.

"Oh God!" Ryan groaned, his balls churning up one last load for this cum-hungry bitch.

"Am I prettier than your loser wife? Am I hotter than Lizzy?" she asked, her gorgeous face covered with a cocktail of her sex-juices, wearing it like war paint. He had never seen anyone look sluttier than Stacy did in this moment, and even so, comparing this expression to his wife's fresh, pretty, smiling face, he knew which he preferred.

"Yes! YES! You're hotter than Lizzy! She's so fucking ugly compared to you!" he groaned out, his cock about to blow.

"Then prove it! Prove it by fucking cumming all over me!" she screamed out. His cock vibrating, his balls flexing, a massive wad of cum flew through the air, landing on her giant round breasts. She was using her elbows to press her boobs together, giving him a perfect canvas to paint.

Rope after rope of thick, potent semen fired from him, landing on the Asian slut's breasts. Up and down, left and right, his sticky cum was soon crisscrossing her tanned boobs, and it was still going. How was this possible? He'd cum so much already? How did he have anything left? Or was it that she got his motor revving so rapidly that he was producing it so fast he wouldn't be able to go very long without needing to cum over and over again and again. Fuck! What had she done to him?

"That's it, baby! Yes!" Stacy sighed, her hand expertly jacking the cum out, pointing it at her chest as he painted them. "You are cumming so hard! You must really love my tits!"

"Jesus fuck, they're perfect! Yes!" he groaned, his cock shaking as it kept firing, an exceptionally large band of it traversing from one stiff nipple to the other, his sperm soon dangling from them. Another shot landed right across the upper crest of her cleavage, and one entire band of semen absolutely disappeared down in that same crevasse. His balls kept flexing as his cum-cannon kept firing. And she was there to coax it out of him, letting the married man coat her fucking breasts with his semen. "I love them! I love those amazing tits so much!"

As he fired off a few more thick bands of sperm, she could feel some of the oomph being taken out of these rocket-shots of cum. Knowing one last thing would complete the picture, she pointed his weapon directly at her face, just in time for a heavy shot to paint her from chin to forehead, landing on one side of her nose and weighing down her eyelid. He fired off again and again and again, a few shots landing on her face, one landing across her plump lips, and one shot landing directly in her open mouth, which of course she eagerly swallowed.

"Ahhhhhh!" he groaned out, his cock still firing off even as it felt like his balls were near empty, his system digging so deep to eject cum out the end of his dick that it felt like it he was tapping into his soul, firing off his essence onto this Asian slut's face.

Finally, with one last shot not quite making it to her face and instead landing on her jutting tits, the weapon was fully out of ammo. He'd given her absolutely everything he had, and there wasn't a drop more. He collapsed back into the couch, feeling her sex-juices against his ass as he did so. His gaze fell to Stacy's naked form, his eyes going wide as he did so.

Stacy fell back onto her butt, looking down at herself. She was fucking coated in cum, even more than expected. She licked her lips and tasted another warm mouthful of the stuff before letting her fingers toy with some of the pools of semen on her chest, looking up at him as she did so.

"So..." she sighed, lips swollen. "How do I look?

She was right... this was a sight to be remembered. This image of her absolutely covered with his cum... it was burned into his brain forever. He memorized every inch of her, on one hand impressed by his own cumload after what he'd endured, but on the other horrified by what it could mean. But despite that, the lust still in his body compelled him to say one last thing.

"You look... perfect."

As the endorphins left his system and his cock began to finally soften for good, the weight of what he'd done flooded back to him fully. The many betrayals and sins he'd committed had been masked by lust this whole time, but now that it was all gone, he just felt empty. Hollow. Horrified at what he'd done, what he'd been convinced to do. Before he'd surrendered to her, he promised himself that he'd do his best to endure this and try to escape as unscathed as possible. But now... looking at where things stood... he didn't know how he'd ever move on. How he'd ever look past his own betrayal of his wife. Of Lizzy.

Uh... Elizabeth, he meant.

She didn't deserve this. She was so nice. And so sweet. And so kind. Sure, she had some faults, but that didn't mean he could just go off and cheat on her with another woman just because she was better than his wife in every way? It was wrong! It was fucked up! It was about as deep of a betrayal as possible. He'd cheated on his wife and betrayed her, not with just any woman but with his wife's boss. The woman his wife hates more than anything. That's the woman he fucked.

Jesus... he was screwed.

His mind working overtime but not seeing any clear solutions to the predicament he was in; he knew the first thing he had to do was escape. Then he could regroup. Recover. Try to find a way to get past this betrayal. Get past it so his wife didn't find out, not just for his own sake but for hers. She... she was so fragile. She couldn't handle such a betrayal. She would shatter completely. She was so breakable, unlike Stacy. No, Stacy could take anything. She really was kind of amazing...

No! He had to move on. He had to get out of there before he let himself get talked into another mistake.

Luckily, Stacy didn't put up a fight, simply falling back onto her elbows and resting on the carpet, escape only possible because she was allowing it. Suddenly finding one last deposit of energy, he stood up and moved quickly, grabbing his misplaced clothes. He aimed to put them on before realizing that he was a mess, showing every bit of the intense sex he'd just taken part in. Lucky that she had a restroom connected to her office, he ducked in there and cleaned up as best he could, enough where it wasn't completely obvious that he'd just had crazy sex with his wife's boss. Finally, he re-dressed, making sure his clothes were as in place as possible. Looking at his reflection, it was obvious what he'd endured. He could see it in his eyes. How would he ever get away with this?