Dr Anderson's POV
"Really?" Michelle asked, displeased.
"You don't want to worry about anything later, do you?" I asked, and she nodded in agreement.
I may have decided to flow along with the tide, but I didn't plan to do that blindly.
I tried to put on the condom but Michelle offered to do it instead.
She wore the condom on my hard dick, stroking me at intervals. Unlike the other ladies I have been with, Michelle faced no difficulty in putting the condom on my huge dick, which didn't sit quite well with me.
With her legs wide apart, I could clearly see her female opening, juicy and inviting. I made to dip a finger inside, but she hit my hand playfully, and winked at me.
"Now, be patient." But I couldn't wait to bury my shaft inside her juicy pussy.
We exchanged a knowing look once she gave me a final stroke, and arched closer to each other.
One moment I was on top, and the next moment she was in charge. All my assessment of her proved to be wrong as she turned out to be an expert in the things related to the bedroom.
While we rolled, smooched, and pressed against each other, Michelle expertly prevented a penetration, but I wasn't in the least bothered, we had all night. Also the excitement I felt at the thought of going inside her stretched with each second.
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"One more." Michelle requested as she threw the used condom to the floor, where several others laid.
"Anything for my lady." I replied, pulling out the drawer to retrieve another pack.
In a few seconds, I was fully protected, and ready to explore her walls which to my disappointment was wide. Too wide.
Wide enough to easily accommodate my dick, huge as it was, and not compel a shrill cry from Michelle as I expected. Although I felt challenged somewhat, her cries of pleasure kept my ego, and I didn't want to spoil that.
I thrusted deeply into her, and her moaning resounded in the room. Pleased with the outcome, I increased my pace, and so did her cries.
After thrusting in and out of her for about twenty minutes, I finally felt her orgasm building up for the umpteenth time, and I increased my pace some more.
Her whole body vibrated for a few seconds, and went completely still. All I heard were her cries which had increased. Milky fluids poured out of her opening, and pushed my shaft out of her.
Brushing her breasts, I reached out for the tissue which was on the bedside table, and cleaned her opening which now was covered with thick red flesh.
I pulled the drawer once more to retrieve yet another pack, while muttering a silent wish.
Every part of my body ached terribly, but I needed to put on a show of strength.
"What do you think you are doing?" Michelle asked, once she noticed the pack.
"Once more." I said, not meaning a sound.
"No way, Anderson. We are done for the night." She said climbing out of bed and I breathed a sigh of relief.
She stepped into the bathroom, and the sound of water splashing was heard the next instant.
Just as I climbed out of bed to join her in the bathroom, my phone began to ring.
Why would Mr Crawford call me at this time? I asked within me as I answered the call.
"You need to come to the hospital now." Mr Crawford said from the other end, without any exchange of pleasantry. There was so much urgency in his voice.
"Like right now?" I asked, looking at the clock. It was 01:15 AM.
"Yes, Anderson. Right now." He replied, and the call disconnected right after.
Hurriedly, I walked into my walk-in closet, and picked the suit nearest to me, which is very unlike me.
While I applied cologne to hide every smell of sex, Michelle walked in.
I had totally forgotten about her.
"Why are you dressed up? Didn't I satisfy you enough?"
"No, I mean yes. I need to get to the hospital." I explained.
"This late? Is something wrong?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
"It's an emergency. Mr Crawford called me." I said, wondering what to do with Michelle now that I was leaving.
"You can drop me off, close to the hospital." Michelle suggested, as if reading my mind.
"No way! That could be dangerous." I replied.
"I can't stay here all by myself." She said,
"You'll be fine. There are no human-eating monsters in my house." I joked.
"There could be without you knowing it." She joked back, and I rolled my eyes.
My phone rang again just then, and I resumed my hasty movements, after showing the screen to her which had "Mr Crawford" as the caller.
"I'm on my way already." I said into the phone, once I answered it.
"It's Stuart, he just got worse." Mr Crawford said in a voice that was way too close to panic.
I mouthed a goodbye to Michelle, and hurriedly walked out of the closet, and out of my bedroom, towards the exit, with Michelle strolling after me.
I waited for the call to disconnect before starting the car, and waved at Michelle who for some reason remained in the doorway.
Once I drove out of my compound, I increased my speed. Recalling what happened earlier, I knew this was no joke.
In a breakneck speed, I drove into Medcorp's gate which was widely opened in anticipation for my arrival. My lab coat in hand, I raced towards the far end of the hallway, where the private elevator is located, and stepped inside.
"Thank goodness!" Mr Crawford exclaimed once he saw me.
I studied him for a brief moment. He looked exhausted, and very much shaken up. Two characteristics which I have never seen in him. Within me, I concluded that the situation must be really bad.
"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed once I stepped into the hall and was greeted by a strange sight. This isn't bad. It's actually worse.
Stuart stood, covered in blood. One hand holding the remains of what used to be a medical tank. On the floor, the child who must have been the occupant of the tank laid... dismembered, and covered in more blood.
"Dad!" Stuart said, moving towards me.
"Drop the glass." I ordered with false bravery, and breathed a sigh of relief when he did.
"Now where is mom?"