Dr Whites Code Of Sluts Ch 01 Pt 01

(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.)

(Also, this is a continuation of a story that begun in my story "Hurricane Gina". While it's not necessary to read that one before this one, it would provide some added context, I'm sure.)

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(Dr. White)

My name is Dr. Jennifer White, and I am a fully licensed sex therapist.

I got my Bachelor's degree at the University of Chicago, where I double majored in psychology and sociology. I went to med school at the University of Michigan, and at all these levels, I graduated with honors. I did my residency at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota, I had been published multiple times in APA journals for various studies and research I had taken part of. And now, at the age of 30, I was one of the most accomplished young therapists in the country, running my own practice where I had received multiple commendations. I was well known by my peers as one of the rising stars in my field, and the multiple degrees and awards on my wall supported this. I had accomplished a lot in this field already.

And I also just had sex with a patient's husband for the first time, and it was life-changing.

But anyways, I had been working professionally for a few years, and I now worked at a small but thriving practice. My office had received multiple accolades and awards, and I was very conscious about remaining fully accredited and licensed, to keep everything on the up and up. I had trained with some of the best minds in the field, and my resume was filled with more recommendations than anyone could hope to ask for. My grades in school had been impeccable, and my work ethic had served me well, making my journey through med school about as smooth as possible.

Now, just going back for a moment, when I said I had sex with a patient's husband, I'm not just talking about a normal hook-up, or something where I only learned who he was after the fact. No, I knew exactly what I was doing when I chose to fuck him. And it wasn't just us two, either, it was actually a three-way! And I'm not talking just any standard threesome. I'm talking about me, my patient's handsome studly hubby, and my patient's smoke-show of a mom. I mean, it was an insane thing to involve myself in, but I couldn't deny that it was the best sex I'd ever had!

So, moving on... my initial plan while coming up through school was to go into family therapy, which I did indeed practice for a couple years during my training. But I always held this fundamental fascination with sex and human sexuality, and part of me always wanted to delve into it a little further and really explore that side of things. But, coming from a somewhat conservative family, I feared what their response would be if I told them I wanted to be a sex therapist. Seems like a silly way for a grown woman to think, but I was younger then, and those concerns were really important to me at the time.

But, as I went through school and began my training in family therapy, economic hard times hit, and getting work in that field became slim pickings. It was an expenditure people couldn't justify making in times of hardship, so the jobs began drying up. My adviser did her job and gave me advice, laying it all out for me, letting me know that positions in this field were sparse, and if I wanted to pivot into a different arm of therapy, one that might have more job prospects, now was the time. It seemed like a sign from God to explore a field I found endlessly fascinating, so I decided to just take a chance and go for it.

It was then I switched gears from family therapy to sex therapy. On top of it being a field I really enjoyed delving into, I knew the job prospects were a lot more promising, as it would be likely I'd be the only game in town wherever I ended up. Plus, there was a certain flashiness and cache to the title of "Sex Therapist" that might catch some attention.

Pivoting towards sex therapy required some additional education and training, but it was truly worth it. I have been working in that field for a few years now, and my practice has only grown more successful. While my main focus was on sex related matters, I was still happy to pick up patients who were seeking out a standard therapist. More people needed a regular therapist than a sex therapist. And while I had the market cornered in this neck of the woods in regards to sex therapy, picking up regular patients on top of that helped pad out my schedule and get more people through the door. Additionally, I still did have some carryover patients from my family therapy days, leading to a few awkward moments in the waiting room. But overall, things were running smoothly.

I'm the type of person who is committed to doing my absolute best at whatever I choose to do. I did research into sex therapy even before it became my job, and once I decided to make it a career, I made it a point to read as many clinical studies as I could, some of them going back to the 1800's, and some of them on the bleeding edge of research in this field. It was all extremely fascinating, and I truly loved it. It was what I was meant to do, and I had high hopes for the future. My goal from the beginning was to use my knowledge of both the history and the present of this field to push it forwards in new and exciting ways.

And yeah, I think you could count recent events as a major breakthrough!

The funny thing is, for a sex therapist, my own sex life hadn't ever been very active. I certainly enjoyed sex, of course, but I'd never had it steady enough for it to become an absolute necessity. Back when I was in high school, I'd been a bit of a late bloomer, and I suppose that carried over into adulthood. I'd always been the type to be more focused on my work and my studies than my personal life. Not that I was a prude or anything, I just didn't make time for that kinda stuff. And while I was certainly not unattractive, I was too quiet and studious to stand out, with most guys ending up with girls that were more outgoing and effervescent. That being said, I'd had a few relationships, both back in school and in my adulthood. But none of them lasted long, and to be honest, none of them exactly lit my world on fire either. So, I was a lonely, studious sex therapist who didn't have much of a sex life. I know this sounds like the premise of a lame rom-com, but it was how it truly was for me. I just didn't have any great drive to find a relationship and start a family and make babies. I had too much work to do.

So, I'm probably the last woman you'd imagine getting pulled into a hot, nasty, mother-in-law/son-in-law three way, but yeah... I had done that! That alone probably pulled me even with women far more promiscuous than myself in terms of sexual accomplishments.

I was a bit of a homebody. On a typical night, I would much rather go home to my apartment and relax and watch reality shows than go out to a bar and flirt with guys. I enjoyed my life, despite how quiet and uneventful it was. My work gave me enough satisfaction where I felt like I didn't need a boyfriend or anything like that to feel complete. Sure, I wish I had a more active sex-life, I mean who doesn't? But honestly, I was doing okay without it. It just didn't feel essential to my happiness. So, for most of my twenties, I was an attractive and successful woman with almost zero sex-life.

You would think this would taint my advice as a sex therapist. If anything, I think my lack of a sex life was part of the reason I went into this field. Sex was this thing I was on the outside of for the longest time, this mysterious rite of passage that other people were taking part in and enjoying, and I wasn't. People changed because of sex, letting their thoughts and desires consume them, and I just didn't quite get it. I didn't share that view of things. I certainly had my own needs and desires, but I'd never had this incredible, religious experience that others seemed to. Wars were fought because of sex. The modern world was consumed with sex. At the center of everything was sex. And I was driven by a need to understand why.

To make up for my lack of practical experience, I studied these things on an intellectual level. I read books, I read case study after case study. And as silly as it sounds, I watched a lot of porn for research purposes. Honest! I know that sounds like reading a nudie magazine for the articles, but in my case, it was the truth. I mean, not only with porno movies, but I literally did go back and read some of these nudie magazines for the articles, and I did get some good information out of it. I was a voracious reader in general, and some of the most important things I'd ever learned came from books. I did my best to gain experience on an intellectual level in any way I could so I could give the best advice possible to my patients. And for a while, I thought this would be enough to get the job done.

In retrospect, I was very wrong.

This truth was exposed to me by another. That aforementioned mother of one of my patients. The one who spurred on that fateful threesome involving myself and her daughter's husband. A woman who I initially thought of as a lesser mind, just some oversexed older woman.

How wrong I was...

I almost laughed looking back at how much I'd underestimated her, a woman I now practically idolize. A woman who'd impacted my life in such a substantial way in such a short period of time. But that skanky older woman... Gina... she was absolutely brilliant. I was someone who understood all this stuff on an intellectual level, but Gina... she knew it on a ground level. Even as a woman in her forties, she was out there, getting laid like crazy, picking up actual real experience with every young dick she ensnared. I plied my craft behind books, she did her best work between the sheets. I still remember sitting down with her during our first appointment. Despite me seeming to have a position of power over her thanks to my job, from the start of our conversation she was the one in control. Her devilish words and clever mind quickly caught my interest, her mind conjuring a web of filth so potent that it cut through my professionalism like a hot knife through butter, stirring something inside me I didn't know was there. She intended to seduce and fuck her son-in-law, and she didn't even try to pretend otherwise, laying out every step of her plan to me, a plan that required my assistance. She so casually wanted me to betray her daughter's, my patient's, trust, for the sole intention of helping her, an already oversexed older woman, to get the filthy sex she craved. My logical mature mind at first rejected this request outright, but she didn't give up. She kept spinning her web, painting a picture of something truly filthy, and as much as I tried to deny it, the temptation of a life of hedonism that defined her life drew me in like a siren's song. So much so, that by the end of that conversation, I somehow found myself on her side. I couldn't quite believe it. It was all so new and exciting and wicked... I just had to explore it further.

Jenny, her daughter and my patient... she trusted me completely. I considered her a friend. Yet, as I helped aid the destruction of her marriage at the hands of her mother, I couldn't deny the forbidden rush of excitement coursing through me. I felt a true, bone-deep sexual excitement that I had never once experienced. For the first time, I'd glimpsed upon the sublime. I'd found my thing, core desires that had never been toyed with before.

And it was all thanks to Gina.

She stimulated me on both an intellectual level and a sexual level. Not that I was necessarily attracted to her, at least at that point, although she was smoking hot, but the magic she could kick up in her wicked mind struck a chord with me that damn near left me speechless. Gina... just being in her presence, and interacting with her... it was just intoxicating. Being around her, watching her at work... I felt caught up in her wake as she laid out every step of her plan. All I could do was hold on for the ride.

It was amazing how quickly she had it all worked out. Within minutes of meeting me, she had me read like a book. Instead of treating me as an obstacle, she saw me as an opportunity, so instead of trying to fight me off, she brought me in.

As a chronic learner, I began to view her as a twisted older teacher, a mentor, even at that early stage. She was spouting lessons, and despite my initial dislike of her, I was taking notes the whole time. Along the way, I had inadvertently become her apprentice. In a way, she was regarding me as a daughter more than her actual daughter, and I found myself following along.

And wow, was it ever worth it.

Let me first pause for a moment and explain the case more fully. To sum it up quickly, my recent work with Jenny revolved around the fact that she was having recurring nightmares where her husband and mother were having sex. Based on all my experience and my studies, my initial instinct was to prescribe it as her husband Matt having a deep-seeded older woman fetish, which reared its head fully around Gina. I'm sure he did his best to hide the fact that he was sexually attracted to his mother-in-law, but his wife was no doubt registering on a subconscious level. It seemed like a pretty straight-forward diagnosis, to be honest. This older woman fetish had been catching on lately, and after reading case study after case study detailing it, this felt like a classic case. Matt was attracted to Gina, despite his many denials, and this subconscious attraction was what was causing this consternation in his wife.

But this was no normal case, as I was soon to discover. Gina was like no one I'd ever encountered. Her level of confidence, her hot body, and the fact that she had sex dripping from her pores... Gina was a fucking vortex, and she shaped everything and everyone around her. Her daughter was affected, her son-in-law was affected, and I was soon affected. And our responses were all different. Jenny was afraid of her, Matt was attracted to her, and I was intrigued by her.

Jenny had a bright, lovely spirit, and she was very pretty. She could have really been a confident, vibrant, happy adult woman. But having Gina as a mom, a woman who would always be hotter and have a better body, left Jenny as an insecure mess, completely cowed by her mother's superiority. And Matt... he probably didn't even have a MILF fetish before meeting Gina. But him having a mother-in-law who was so nuclear hot made him interested in aggressive, hot-bodied older women like Gina. Despite his best efforts, him being attracted to his wife's mother was simply undeniable.

And me?

Upon meeting her, I found myself so fascinated on every level by this woman that... I found myself just giving her what she wanted. My tacit agreement to aid in her pursuit of Matt by keeping Jenny out of the way. Giving in to her whims and allowing her free reign to seduce Matt turned me on to the core in a way I never had experienced before. And of course, she seduced Matt. Of course, she ended up in his bed, bouncing on his big fat cock, giving him pleasure he'd never known was possible. Women like Gina... they don't fail. They don't lose. Others bend to their will, no matter the damage caused. Part of me was horrified for helping reap such destruction, but my regrets... they fell by the wayside quickly.

In exchange for my help, Gina pulled back the veil and showed me life on the other side, the life only insanely beautiful, highly-sexed women like her get to live in. She brought me in, showed me around, imparted her lessons to me, and used Matt's obvious appeal to bring me in fully to her world of illicit, evil fucking.

And GOD FUCKING DAMN, was it ever good!

With Gina and Matt, I had the best sex of my life, world-shatteringly good. Before, I was barely getting laid, more focused on my work. But with Matt beneath me as I rode his big dick, and Gina's wicked lips spewing her dark twisted lessons into my ear, I was screaming out like a whore as I gushed on Matt's massive cock. I couldn't believe how strongly my body reacted. My world was changed orgasm after screaming orgasm. Gina's wicked ways were quickly imparted onto me, leading me to the point where I actively joined them in my friend and patient's Jenny's humiliation and downfall, because doing it was so intoxicatingly hot. Demolishing someone like her completely, using her downfall to ascend to something greater... as wicked as it sounded, it resonated with me in a near fundamental way. Embracing this illicit darkness was irresistibly tempting, and giving in to it was an incredible sensation that I couldn't even begin to understand. I had to pursue this amazing sensation further, despite how illicit and immoral it was. It was my imperative as a sex doctor to do so. To understand sex fully, I had to fully explore its sinful nature.

I had been fundamentally changed by this encounter. Changed as a person. Before this, I was a normal, professional, admittedly reserved woman. And after it... because of it... because of me sampling the waters of sin, I had become changed to such a degree that I'd actively allowed one of my patients, Jenny, a real friend, to be committed to a mental facility under the false pretense that she was making it all up, no doubt permanently shattering her grasp on reality. And alongside this act of betrayal, I continued to encourage an illicit affair between an older woman and her once kind-hearted son-in-law.

The old me would never even dream of doing something like this, something so truly wrong. I'd betrayed my oath as a doctor and broken my trust with one of my patients just because the sex I'd had with her husband had been so fucking good. Her husband's ability to make me scream like a whore and gush all over his big cock was enough to change who I was and what I'd be willing to do. I was a whole new woman now, and because of it, as crazy as it sounded, I felt no guilt for what I did. No shame. No bad feelings at all.

I felt... great.

I felt confident. I felt sexy. I felt amazing! I had touched the fires of sin, and I'd found myself already addicted to the heat. I was changed permanently. Those same fires had burned away everything I'd thought I was, exposing a side of me that I wasn't aware existed. My approach as a sex therapist was changed forever. My approach to life was forever altered. Instead of fleeing from that blazing, unruly fire, I basked in its heat. I got used to its burning kiss so I'd never fear it's flame again.

So yeah, it had been a pretty eventful last few months for me.

To be honest, I was still adjusting to this sudden gigantic, major, world-shattering change in my life. I was still trying to sort out everything that had happened, doing some pretty deep reflection and self-analysis, going over it all again and again, trying to figure out exactly how and why everything went down as it did. And the only way I knew to do this all correctly was to write it all down.

I'd always been a chronic note-taker, so detailing my own thoughts and feelings on recent events allowed me to fully come to terms with what had happened. Not only had this whole thing turned me on, it also stimulated me on an intellectual level, so I spent a lot of time trying to understand why it just clicked with me. Why was this encounter so fundamentally hot to me? Why did me demolishing one of my favorite patients so thoroughly turn me on? Was this just specific to me? No... it couldn't be, because Gina clearly felt the same way, as it had proven alluring enough for her to do it to her own daughter. Was this something so fundamentally hot that it translated to everyone, yet only a select few had discovered? I couldn't say for sure, but it was certainly worth some further investigation.