"Vrooom... screech!"

A police car came to a sudden stop in front of a modest two-storey residential building.

As the car door sprang open, a policeman charged out, heading for the front door of the building with his pistol in hand.

Through the upstairs bedroom window, a middle-aged woman who was naked inside a large bed with ruffled sheets.....

and in the middle of a heated session of lovemaking with a naked, scrawny-looking young man.....

caught this sudden arrival as a look of sheer terror spread across her face.

"Ben!. Quick, pull out! My husband is here!" she blurted in urgency, trying her best to push away the young man who was still busy going at it between her legs.

"No!" came the young man’s resolute response, as he continued to thrust his waist, heaving the sheets back and forth as he did so.

"What the hell do you mean no?!. Look, he has a gun! Do you want to die?!...."

"Hurry and pull out! I can barely even feel anything you’ve been doing down there!" she added urgently as she tried to push the scrawny young man off her, but she found it impossible to shake him off.

"I am sorry...."

"...but nothing you say or do will make me pull out of you, Mrs Clement!....."

"... Even if Mr Clement is to kill me right here, right now, I don’t care!" Ben muttered defiantly as he increased the momentum of his thrusts.

"You crazy mutherf...."

BAM! BAM! BAM!!

CRASH!!

An agitated policeman with a gun in hand burst into the bedroom and was met with this shocking scene.

"You bastard of a surgeon!. So it’s true ?!...." he yelled with veiny muscles bulging on his skull, visibly shaking from rage as he aimed his gun at Ben.....who was still busy thrusting away with no regard for the sudden entrance.

".... You’ve really been screwing my wife!!" the man yelled again, mad rage evident on his face.

"Honey, wait! Please!... I can explain!!...." the woman screamed pleadingly as she tried to calm her agitated husband.

"Shut up, Fiona!!... I don’t want to hear anything from you anymore...."

"This bastard!... and why ?.... Why the hell is he not stopping ?!" the policeman yelled incredulously, even with him there, and holding a gun to his face, Ben was still going at it.

"Wh?... why won’t he stop ?!... "

"... I can’t take this anymore.... Get off my wife right now!!" the man yelled, pointing the pistol at Ben with his finger on the trigger, visibly shaking from rage and the horror of what he was witnessing.

"Honey, calm down, please!.... Ben! Pull out, you really will die here!!" Fiona pleaded.

"No!..." came Ben’s curt response as he continued thrusting.

"I am sorry, Mr Clement....but..."He added as he turned to look at the policeman still thrusting into the man’s wife as he did so.

"... your wife is just too sweet!"

"You son of a bitch!!"

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Four loud gunshots resounded through the bedroom as Ben’s back was riddled with four puncture bullet wounds, and he collapsed flat between Fiona’s legs.

"No!!! Doctor Ben!!!"

Fiona’s loud wailing was the last thing Ben heard before he drew his last breath and his soul drifted out of his body to the great unknown.

Ben.... Full name...

Doctor Hardwood Ben Dover....

Had just one regret about his sudden passing....

It was the fact that he never got to finish inside the voluptuous Mrs Fiona Clement.

Ben Dover loved women... to an extreme degree.

And he lived by one guiding principle since he was but a young lad....

And that is.... no matter what happens, and no matter the circumstance....He would never pull out until he finishes.

Even though Ben Dover had a really small penis....

He never let that stop him from pursuing his life goal of bedding everything that comes in a skirt.

There were unsatisfied women for sure. A lot of them, in fact.... But he made it work.

See, Ben Dover was quite the handsome young man, and he had a tongue glazed of honey; he knew just what to say to the ladies.

So when he set his sights on what he likes, he also exaggerates the size of his wand, leaving the ladies quite disappointed in that regard when the lights come on.

But he was also an expert with his hands.... and tongue.

So, at the end of the day, he still compensates the unfortunate ladies who were so deceived by his looks and words.

However, it still stung a little.... Being told by the ladies that they could barely feel him.

If Ben Dover were to wish for anything at all.... He would wish for a bigger penis. So he could more easily fulfil his life’s purpose.

All in all, it wasn’t a bad life.... Not in the least.

Ben Dover enjoyed a career as a successful medical surgeon.

He was even regarded as a genius in most circles and dubbed the moniker, ’hand of god’.

He saved a lot of lives during his earlier years as a cardiothoracic surgeon....

But because he found no joy in that particular career path, he gave it up to pursue something more suited to his goals.

He went the route of plastic and cosmetic surgery, so he could get better access to all the women. Both singles and married.

He also became really successful on this path and gained a lot of fame because of how good he was. With lots of influential women at his beck and call.

Ben Dover would serve a couple in need, and right after, proceed to service the wives in ’special’ needs.

Of course, there were rumors in the air about doctor Ben’s extra ’services’, but he’s never been caught.

Not until today, that is.

But Doctor Ben Dover was a man who stuck to his principles until the end. Even caught in the act..... He would never pull out without completion.

Sadly, Doctor Hardwood Ben Dover is now dead. His dreams of a bigger phallus and conquering everything with a skirt, dying with him.

At least that’s how it should have been.

"Sigh... and I was so close to coming."

A naked young man mumbled as he sat up, dragging his hands across his face.

"Wait... wasn’t I supposed to be dead?.... I was shot, right ?" he said, running his hands over his naked body, but he could not find the expected wounds.

"Strange.... And where the hell is this place even?"

Hardwood Ben Dover found himself in a white room of epic proportions, with pearly white pillars reaching to the indescribable void beyond.

"Is this heaven ?"

"Hahahaha.... No.... that can’t be right..."

"So... hell... ?. How did I even get..." Ben’s words became stuck in his throat as he saw a woman of infinite beauty and seductive curves seated upon a gigantic throne, hovering in the void of white.

"By the heavens!"

Ben had his mouth open wide.

If he were to combine all the beautiful women he’s ever seen in his short life, they wouldn’t even reach this woman’s toes.

Her mere gaze gave Ben Dover a hard-on, and he had to bring his hands to cover his penis.

Ben was not sure where he was or what he was expecting this divinely beautiful woman to say next...

But her next words, with her supreme gaze now directed at Ben’s crotch area, took him for a spin.

"Hehe... so tiny."