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The Ultimate Social Director

By: PeterR



I recently applied for an Ultimate Social Director, a job listed on the net. The ad was short and it requested me to check whether I had four out of the five traits the job required. The necessary traits were sports-minded, friendly, trainable, mature and available. Being happily married I issues with the word ‘available’, but I checked yes for the other four traits. Early the next day I received an e-mail that they’d be calling me that evening at 6:20PM sharp, for a telephone interview. I was not sure whether I had the qualifications they were seeking. I had plenty of reservations, but our funds were kind of low, and we were in no position to turn down any interviews. I told my wife of the interview, and she had even more reservations, but mainly because of the words ‘ultimate’ and ‘social’.

The 15 minute interview and vague, and very general, so I really didn’t think much more about it until two hours later I was asked in for an interview. The job was in Miami, Florida. The place was called: “The Palace," and the interview was for 10 AM on Friday. I’m a guy in his fifties, who looks more like in his mid-to-late forties. I do have about 30 pounds to lose, and I’m not what you would call an Adonis. However, I’ve been frequently told that I’m still good looking and was considered to be a nice package, buns and all.

I don’t have a clue as to what to expect. I showered, shaved, put on my best suit. We drove in near silence for 3 ½ hours. I dropped my wife off at her mother’s, I kissed her, and she wished me luck. I left for Miami and soon arrived at the address I was given. It was this high-rise building, and The Palace was on the 22nd floor, which also was referred to as the penthouse overlooking Miami. Getting off the elevator I noticed, no I gawked at the hostess, who was obviously expecting me. It was 9:45. She was dressed in a very low-cut red dress, and wore no bra. She wore a gold necklace, with two arrows pointing to her two restrained breasts, with nickel-sized hard nipples, which seemed to smile at me. Her skirt was very short. I remember wishing to myself, that she’d bend over to give me a ‘better’ view. She greeted me with a pad and pen, introduced herself as Lucy and asked me to fill out the necessary introductory forms. Incredible as it may seem, for she must have sensed my wish as she dropped my temporary badge. I saw that she was without panties. Her freshly-shaven pink snatch winked at me. My heart began to race, for this had to be the most off-color job I every applied for. She then told me that the team would be ready to meet me. And for my interview, in 15 minutes. I was getting quite concerned for I had no idea what they were expecting of me or what I was expecting of ‘them’.

I was 10AM and Lucy pinned my temporary badge on me, kissed me, pinched my butt, and hugged me for good luck. She ushered me into a conference room, and had me sit on a couch. Plush had to be an understatement, for there were 4 leather couches, one on each wall, with small tables placed in front of the couches. The tables were adorned with erotic figurines, and waterfalls. The carpeting must have been 3 inches thick. Lighting the room was huge chandelier with a male and female symbols intertwined made of gold and crystals. Paintings on the walls were exquisite nudes in various state of undress. There were 8 doors headed out of the conference room, one on either side of each couch. These doors led to the executive suites, I would see later. 

Then they came out, two ladies and one guy. The women were dressed similar to what Lucy wore. One was in a tight blue dress while the other wore a skin-tight black dress. They both sported much too much jewelry. Both women were stacked, and I bet that they were not wearing underwear. I’d guess that all three were in their late twenties to maybe their mid-thirties. The guy was dressed in white leather pants and a very tight mango-colored, sleeveless shirt with a large medallion around his neck, and also wore way too much jewelry. They introduced themselves as Heather, Ginger and Steve. They explained that they were equal partners in the Palace. It seems that each of their parents left them huge amounts of cash, and they recently formed the Palace. The longer they spoke the less I seemed to fit in, but I listened. They explained that the Palace is intended to provide entertainment to the very rich, and they were to young to be taken for real. They knew I was married, and in fact they seemed to know way too much about me.

They then began to describe the position I applied for. The Ultimate Social Director will have a staff of 8 women, 4 men, and one assistant. The staff is to be trained to do everything as wished, desired or even anticipated by the guests. The Palace provides all types of gaming, massages, and other personal services. The stay per night is $7500. I, because of my marital status, and age was being considered, since that I would not necessarily sample the merchandise. My job was to make sure that every guest is pampered, and is completely satisfied. There can never be more than 8 guests at one time, for there were 8 suites at the Palace. My own staff suite would be at one end, certainly large enough to be a home for my wife and I. 

The problem is, what would she do while I do my job. I shared my concern with the trio, and they smiled and said well we’ll need someone to keep the books for the Palace. “Do you think she’d mind?” Because of the exorbitant price, they’ll plan to have few guests, so the hosts and hostesses need to be part-timers. They are not expected to work more than 5 days per month. Their pay would be $1500 per day, and our combined salary would be $250,000 per year. They then took me on a tour of the Palace. First we toured our suite, about 3,750 SF, where my hon and I would live. It was a three bedroom, fully furnished luxury apartment, with 3 bathrooms, a huge kitchen. The master bedroom had a huge round bed. It was explained that we’d have bi-weekly maid service, and that we’ll both have chauffeurs at our disposal. We then toured the 8 suites. And I was in awe, for nothing was spared. They were literally fit for a king or queen. 

They then concluded the interview and asked that I get back to them within 3 days. My wife and I briefly discussed the opportunity, and after I assured her that I will not ‘sample’ the merchandise, but what I’ll do is watch and criticize, and share my days with her. This should spice up our own sex life. I called Heather, for she was the senior member of the trio, or so it seemed. I told her that we could get started in two weeks. “That’s great,” she said, for the Palace officially opens for business on August 6, 2001. “You’ll need to start to interview hosts, hostesses, maids, chauffeurs, and your assistant."

"I know I speak for Steve, Ginger and Lucy when I say welcome aboard," Heather said.

I thought I’d let my honey interview and hire the maids and chauffeurs. I reported for work as soon as I could. I wore a suit, as before. Lucy took my hand and took me to a huge dressing area. Here I was fitted into a real comfortable pair of slacks, made of chamois, which I was told one wears with no underwear and a sport shirt, with the insignia of the Palace. The staff told me that I’d have 12 different colored outfits, custom-made in my size. Prior to starting work I went into a huge hot tub and then had a 45-minute massage, dressed and Lucy showed me to my huge office.

I had 4 interviews lined up each day for the next three weeks. The first girl, Joni, interviewing for the hostess position has been a social director for a small cruise line. She seemed personable, danced well, says that she can massage, and fully dressed she looked great. I told her that the first phase of the interview was looks, and in that department she passed with great marks. A blonde she had long hair down to the middle of her back. She had blue eyes, slightly tanned with small, but small perky nose. Her boobs seemed to be about a 38C, and at about 5’ 7” height, she had great legs and a gorgeous caboose.

I then told her to strip for me, but in a tantalizing fashion. Joni’s attire was a tan business suit, with a sheer blouse, and 3-inch heels. She took off her skirt, and garter revealing blue thong underwear. She did a cute pirouette, and I nodded my approval at the site of her slightly tanned butt. She then took off her blouse, and lacy bra. I was impressed with the pair of 38C breasts which were also tanned, with quarter sized nipples. I asked to cup them for authenticity. I was impressed for they were hard to the touch. I told Joni that 2 out three parts are now behind her. “Now I’ll ask you some questions.” I stated “How do you feel about blowjobs?” I asked. “I love them,” she said. “Do you swallow?"

"yes…oh…yes."

"How can you tell when a man maybe looking for ‘action’?” She giggled; “Hard-ons or nipples maybe more pointed, showing that they are excited."

"what would you do, should you see a guest experience those symptoms?"

"I’d suggest a massage with a thorough blow-job." Joni was natural, and we’ll need 7 more girls like her. This was fun.

I promoted Lucy to be my assistant, and asked her to interview the prospective hosts. Based on her recommendations we’d hire the 4 hosts. She was exhilarated, and gave me a thorough massage. I had to send her away before she was through for she was starting to get my ‘full’ attention. Meanwhile my honey hired our maid, Magda, our chauffeurs Seymour and Ralph. We were ready to open on August 6, and we had guests that very first week. The Duke and the Duchess of Yoda were the first to arrive. Both were in their forties, they were ushered into the southernmost suite. Next came the Ambassador from Lakos was in his fifties; he took the suite next door.

I’d like to point out that all public rooms have one-way mirrored walls for my witnessing the good times and to make appropriate corrections.

The Duke was headed for a massage, while the Duchess decided to gamble at a blackjack table. I nodded to Joni and she met the Duke in the parlor. Lucy signaled to Darren, one of the hosts, who took the Duchess’s arm

Joni helped the Duke get out of his elaborate clothes and showed him to the showers. Dressed in a slim bikini, Joni was getting the massage table ready, when the Duke cupped her breasts from the rear. He whispered in her ears that he wanted a manage-a-trois that evening. Joni looked toward me and signaled to have a second girl ready for tonight. I mentally remembered to team up Carol with Joni for that evening. The Duke removed Joni’s top and sucked, nibbled and playfully bit each boob. Joni’s nipples seemed to burst with pleasure, but she remembered to always please the customer first. She helped the Duke onto the table and started to massage him, starting on his back spending much time on his butt. She kneaded his flesh with exquisite oils, and the Duke was getting uncomfortable, so Joni asked him to turn on his back. She continued massaging him from his shoulders down. She kissed around his belly button, and very slowly headed lower. She put some oil on her hands and she put her middle finger into the bunghole, moving closer to his pecker. The Duke had a 6-inch dick, and it was the hardest he could ever remember. Joni took each of his balls into her mouth, and alternately sucked on them. She then sipped some hot water, into her mouth and engulfed his pecker, and started to bob up and down. At the Duke’s request, Joni took off her bottom and straddled his face. The Duke, for being royalty, was suprisingly good at finding, teasing and making her clit gush. He soon was slurping on Joni’s juices, and was himself on the verge now and bucked, and emptied a salvo of three streams of load into Joni’s waiting mouth. She swallowed the entire load, and cleaned up the Duke, who fell into a deep sleep. Joni smiled and winked at me through the mirror.

Meanwhile, Darren helped the Duchess out of her clothes and into a shower. Darren washed every crevice of the Duchess. The Duchess was in great shape, but her breasts were kind of small, and her butt was a bit too large. Darren helped towel dry her and asked her to sit on the massage table, while he dropped to his knee and placed a tongue into her waiting snatch. He teased and got her sopping wet. He then helped her into a terrycloth robe. They walked hand-in-hand into one of the casinos. Darren selected a comfortable chair for the Duchess, who carelessly left the bottom of her robe open. He once again got on his knees and continued on slurping her love canal. She was getting great cards, but was getting too aroused that she could care less. Soon she was humping into Darren's face as he found her clit, and he locked on it. She started to flow slowly at first, but soon freely, filling Darren’s willing mouth. Another happy and satisfied customer, Darren thought to himself.

The Duke of Yoda got his manange-a-trois that night. The Duchess of Yoda got her own fantasy. The Ambassador of Lakos got his, and the Palace looks to a great success. Heather, Ginger and Steve will continue to spread the word, and we’ll create the desire, need and wants for our guests to always yearn to return to our Palace.

The Ultimate Social Director Ch. 2



As the Ultimate Social Director at "The Palace," I always look forward to my next challenge. My reservation office manager, Lucy, a gorgeous blonde in her mid-thirties called me on my cell. "Doc, we have three new guests arriving, and these will really challenge your imagination!" I quickly responded, "I'll be right there Lucy, but as my second in command I expect you to have this under control!" I quickly continued, "I'll make minor adjustments to your suggestions, but this is why I rely on you!"

"Lucy I want your recommendations, I'll see you in a half hour."

I was in the midst of hiring a new escort, and she was extremely thorough in her presentation. Wearing red stilettos dressed in a red micro-mini skirt, with a pink top that was so tight that I easily witnessed a pair of perfect 36Cs, with pointed nipples. I don't think any brunette could have topped this girl. She wore no bra, and no panties. Her name was Shari, with a very tanned complexion, which was throughout, as I was to learn later. She walked, no sauntered, into my spacious office, and planted a kiss on my mouth. I gently pushed her away, and told her that I was married and was not to be considered to be on her or anyone's menu. She said she understood, but really wanted to be my friend. After which I felt like a combination between a voyeur and gynecologist. Her voice was like a melody, and she kept saying that whatever needed to be done she'll do. 

During the questioning she took off all her clothes. This was not like any indecent act. It was more like in the form of a dance. Her figure, was similar to a coke bottle, 36-24-36. She must have sunbathed in the nude, and often, for she had absolutely no tan lines. Her 36C breasts were exquisite, obviously implanted by a high-priced plastic surgeon. The nipples were like proud erasers and aureoles were light pink, the size of silver dollars. Her face reminded me of Cher, but with much softer features. Her snatch was clean-shaven, emitting a musky, but sweet smell, as she walked inches from me. She left a very narrow tuft of hair, barely enough to cover her slit. Her butt was the most perfect, I have ever seen. I hired her, and told her to report for work on Thursday. She replaced one of our regular hostesses, who married one of our earlier guests.

I called Lucy, and asked her to report to my office, and to brief me on the three new guests, their problems, and her recommended solution to those problems. Lucy came into my office, and she was really shaken, but I figured I'd let her speak before I correct or console her. Lucy, my faithful, assistant, brought with her three files. She seemed very concerned that we may not be able to accommodate them. I told her to brief me one-at-a-time. The first guest is to arrive next Friday, and he is former Superbowl quarterback, Lance Laughton, who had a season ending injury to his lower back near the spine. He's had divorced three wives, and he hasn't had normal sexual relations in some time. He is planning to stay until Monday, or 4 days and three nights. His injury left him partially paralyzed, and he was depressed that he was 37 and was confined to a wheel chair. He hasn't had an erection since the injury. His only request is to have lots of sex for the weekend. Lucy suggested teaming him up with Robin, a very good-looking redhead, who has done marvels, and has received praise for her oral talents. I interrupted her by telling her about our new hostess Shari, and told her to get a full medical report on Lance. I also told Lucy that Shari will do fine, and asked her to brief me on the next two guests. She told me that the other two guests were a husband and wife team, who decided to try other partners just for this weekend. She is the Prime Minister of Grand Aulitia, and he is her husband. 

The good news from Grand Aulitia is that they speak English there, but what is not such good news is that the Prime Minister has never experienced orgasm, and the first husband has had some gay experiences. The task or the problem is that if we don't get her to achieve orgasm, she'll never frequent The Palace again. Evidently she has tried similar places without much success. The Prime Minister goes by the first name of Glenda, and her husband is Richard. His problem is that his pecker is very thin and maybe 4 ½ inches long. He also has a tendency to come very quickly. In fact Richard never lasts longer than 5 minutes. His requirement is to have sex, and have it last at least a ½ an hour. He is no longer interested in gay lovers. I told Lucy I want full physicals on both Glenda and Richard. Richard and Glenda were in their mid to late forties. 

I listened to the background on all three guests, and concluded that we really didn't have great problems. We'll have to evaluate the medical results before we can recommend the respective solutions. I also told Lucy that we'd house them in three different wings. I didn't want the married couple to foil or complicate any plans we may have for them. 

The reports came back just as I thought. All three were relatively healthy other than the paralysis of Mr. Laughton, the thin and short pecker of Richard, and the sexually frigid Prime Minister from Grand Aulitia. After a follow-up discussion with Lucy, I asked her to invite our guests into my office one at a time. Lance wheeled himself into my office. A good-looking blonde guy whom aside from being in a wheelchair looked to be a very happy, and personal person. I explained to him that the facility was open to him, to meet his every need, and that he'll be teamed up with Shari, who is just starting with us. I told Lance that if he has not achieved an erection within the first 24 hours, that I will either add another hostess or replace Shari, but that I am certain that he'd be pleased. I sent for Shari. When she walked into the room, wearing the red outfit, Lance smiled; in fact he had look of a cat that swallowed a canary. Lance confided in me that his pecker gets semi-erect, and that he has been able to ejaculate manually, but he doesn't feel whole without the real thing. I asked Lucy to escort Lance to his quarters, and requested her and Shari to spend a few minutes with me, to discuss our treatment of Mr. Laughton. Lance excused himself and smiled at Shari, and joined Lucy with his motorized wheelchair. 

While waiting for Lucy to return, I asked Shari whether she felt that she was up to the task. She smiled and said confidently that he'll be a regular at the Palace after this weekend. Lucy returned, and we started discuss the treatment. We can start using Viagra at first, also add massage therapy, and oral stimulation. "Shari, Lance needs his erection, and within the first 24 hours." I stated. "Any questions or concerns?"

"None whatsoever!" said Shari. I than asked Lucy "Do you have anything to add?"

"I think that Shari should spend a few minutes with Robin, what do you think Doc?"

"I agree and Shari on the way over to Lance's quarters stop by at Robin's place, and see whether you can pick up pointers from her, OK? Shari agreed. "Call Lucy, or me when you are ready to encounter Lance, we need to watch, and maybe learn." I chuckled and Shari nodded. "Any questions Shari or Lucy?" They both shook their heads, and left my office.

Shari knocked on Robin's door, and was soon invited into Robin's love-den. Shari introduced herself, but Robin just smiled, and said that anyone who can impress Doc the way you did has just got to be a natural. Robin was wearing skintight brown leather out fit, wearing 3-inch heels. They soon discovered that they had much in common, and within a half an hour the two became fast friends. Robin asked what she could do or show Shari. Shari said that perhaps Robin could give her some pointers in giving head. Robin asked Shari to make herself comfortable, as she dialed the phone and called for one of her male counterparts. Within minutes Eric Boone, knocked and Robin let him in. She introduced him to Shari, and told Eric that it's high time for her to give him a blowjob. She asked him when he last had sex. Eric grinned, and blurted out that about a half an hour ago. Robin told Shari that he would be a great subject. Stimulation and quantity of the ejaculation will be a great deciding factor. 

Robin asked Eric to shed his clothes, and to sit on the love seat next to the couch Shari was sitting on. Eric quickly got out of his clothes, revealing an adonis-type a body. He was well endowed, and his manhood quickly grew rock-solid. Robin sat next to Eric, and kissed him on the mouth, and grabbed his manhood. Shari was studying this, and watched Robin babykiss Eric down to his dick. She cupped his balls, and kissed the slit of his cock, he shuddered and smiled. Robin took a quarter of his pecker into her mouth, and squeezed his balls. She loosened her grip, and moved her middle finger to the tip of his bunghole. Eric groaned, as her finger entered his hole, and gently massaged inside. She then took a half of his dick into her mouth as she gently moved up and down with her tongue she flicked the tip, and gently sucked on the slit, and hungrily lapped on his precome. With three-quarters of him in her mouth, she plunged her finger deeper into his anus, and Eric nearly jumped off the couch. Robin now took all of him into her greedy mouth and massaged his bunghole with urgency. Eric was on the verge, as Shari was leaning closer, she watched Eric buck and dump load after load into Robin's waiting mouth. They cleaned him up and sent him on his way. Robin thanked Eric for his cooperation, and Eric, just said: "I do what I can" and winked at them. Shari smiled and told Robin that she has never had any complaints in the sex department. 

She learned a lot today, and couldn't wait to try it on our quarterback, Lance Laughton. Eric and Robin would later team up pleasuring Glenda and Richard, the Prime Minister of Grand Aulitia, and the first-husband, but I'll cover that in the next chapter.



The Ultimate Social Director Ch. 3



Our first guest the former Superbowl quarterback, Lance Laughton wheeled himself into my office. "Doc, I'm ready to start my treatment!" I quickly responded, "Let me get Lucy and Shari and we'll join you in the gymnasium."

"Give me fifteen minutes and I'll change your world!" Lance broke into a sly grin, and took off like a bat out of hell. He made his wheelchair go faster then I've ever see one operated. I dialed Shari and Lucy on a conference call, and asked them to join me in my office for a five-minute briefing. I suggested to Shari to wear her interview outfit and between Lucy and I will coach her for her upcoming meeting with Lance.

Lucy got to my office first; within a few minutes Shari joined us. We discussed the quarterback, his problems and our possible resolutions. Lance sustained a season ending injury to his lower back near the spine. He's had divorced three wives, and he hasn't had normal sexual relations in some time. He is planning to stay until Monday, or 4 days and three nights. His injury left him partially paralyzed, and he was depressed that he was 37 and was confined to a wheel chair. He hasn't had an erection since the injury. His only request is to have lots of sex this weekend. "Shari, Lucy will give you three love potions, all have aphrodisiac capabilities, but you are welcome and encouraged to improvise, as you feel fit." Shari smiled, nodded, and said "I can't wait to get him hard!" Lucy asked," do you need any help?"

"I don't think so, but if he is not milked within two hours, please join us, OK?" Lucy agreed, and asked Shari to keep us both posted. 

The three of us walked into the gymnasium, and found Lance doing curls with two ten-pound dumbbells. He gently replaced them onto the rack and smiled. He must have been working out for ten minutes or so, for he was sweating a bit. I introduced the ladies, first Lucy, whom he has already met, and then Shari. I told Lance, in front of Shari and Lucy, that if he is not progressing as well as I think he will to call me and Lucy or another hostess will join him. Lance was wearing gymshorts and a tee shirt. He looked at Shari and thoroughly checked out her assets. 

Shari was wearing red stilettos dressed in a red micro-mini skirt, with a pink top that was so tight, revealing a pair of perfect 36Cs, with pointed nipples. She wore no bra, and no panties. During the introduction she took off all her clothes. This was not like any indecent act. It was more like in the form of an erotic dance. Her tanned body, was similar to a coke bottle, 36-24-36. Her snatch was clean-shaven, with a very narrow tuft of brown fluffy hair, barely enough to cover her slit. I smelled that sweet aroma, as she walked inches from me to Lance. She reached out to shake hands with Lance, and said "hon you are in for the treat of your life, and all you have to do is enjoy."

"Can you do that?"

"You betcha ma'am" and he took her hand and unexpectantly pulled her towards him and kissed her on the mouth, and their tongues intertwined, Lucy and I took our queue to leave. We walked out of the gymnasium, and found a sofa behind the one-way mirror, and decided to watch for awhile. From my vantagepoint I could see what was going on, and smell the aroma in the room. It was like getting sex, but not participating. I suppose this can be considered a lazy man's thrill without the climax.

Shari placed the three bottles of potion on the rack next to the weights. She then wheeled Lance over to a huge sink, just across from where I was sitting. Lance took off his tee shirt, and with Shari's help he stood up, and started removing his shorts. They had a little problem taking off his shorts, so she reached in, took out his semi erect organ, and kissed it. It seemed to stir, but she knew that this was not going to be easy. Shari pulled down his shorts and wound up ripping them off, when it was down to his ankles. She took a sponge, lathered it and with Lance standing, she commenced to wash him all over. She than washed his bunghole area, but for a good two minutes. She than washed his balls one at a time, saving the best for last, finally she washed his pecker, over and over, always watching Lance's facial expression, and all the while licking her lips. Shari took a very large towel and seductively dried our quarterback all over. 

She then opened one of the bottles containing the potions, and took one capsule in her mouth and gave one to Lance. They both drank some papaya juice to wash down the capsules. She helped him on to a massage table, about two feet from the sink. Lance laid down onto his stomach, and Shari commenced to apply a raspberry scented body oil starting on his toes, and working up to his groin area. When she got to his butt, she gently pried it open, found his bunghole, and worked two fingers in and out. After doing the other leg she started nibbling on his butt. She licked his bunghole, and began tonguing it, while cupping his balls. She sensed that he was aroused, and he felt like he was larger than ever since the accident. Though proud of her achievement, she abandoned his bunghole, and massaged his back, and his arms, at times using her ample breasts to spread the oil. Her nipples were erect, and Shari was getting turned on. She licked his bunghole with a vengeance, cupped his balls, and heard Lance moan. 

She turned him over on his back, and saw that he was ¾ erect. She engulfed his pecker with her mouth and moved up and down with a purpose. He reached up and inserted two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. He moved them in and out, in slow, but methodical movements, carefully massaging her clit. Shari could not stand it anymore, and she mounted his face. Lance licked her snatch until she lost all inhibition and came with a force he never could have imagined, trickling all over his face. She regained her composure, cleaned Lance's face, saw some precome on the tip of Lance's dick, but noticed that he was not fully erect. She licked the two gobs of love juice up and started bobbing up and down, as she cupped and kneaded his balls. She felt Lance become stiffer, but not on his dick, and he spurted his juices which she greedily swallowed. Shari licked him up over and over until he was clean. He asked her to help him into the wheel chair, so that he could go to the men's room. He was gone no more than ten minutes, and Shari noticed that his pecker remained semi-hard. She gave him another capsule, but one with more strength, but didn't take one this time. She wheeled him over to the Jacuzzi and asked whether he could use a little rest. Lance answered, 'no way, I'm here to play lady"! Shari helped him out of the wheel chair, and into the Jacuzzi. She joined him in the tub and kissed him on the mouth. His tongue invaded her mouth, and she playfully captured it. Lance smiled, but it was more of a smirk. Shari reached under the water, and found him to be harder than before. She wrapped her hand around his dick and gently pumped him. He put his tongue into her ear, and was driving her crazy with delight. He grabbed both boobs and kneaded them, capturing each nipple, as Shari moaned. She playfully ducked under water, and took a third of his dick into her mouth. She stayed under for nearly a three quarters of a minute, and all the while bobbing up and down. She came up for air, but quickly returned underwater, and felt him get harder. Shari did this quite a few times, as she felt him get harder yet. He went under every now and then to suck on her boobs, gently biting on each nipple. Lance timed his descents, when Shari was catching her breath. She then asked whether he wanted her to straddle him, Lance just nodded. Shari's snatch engulfed his pecker, as he held onto her breasts, and she started moving up and down. She was on fire, and felt like she was about to explode. She kept riding, and was working her coital muscles that held him tight. She came with a force that even scared her, and briefly stopped, but felt Lance getting harder yet. He was beaming, as he told Shari, "I'm erect, baby I'm harder than I've ever been!" 

Shari helped him sit on the side of the Jacuzzi, and attacked his genitals. His pecker was hard as a rock, and Lance was frantically pointing to his pride and joy. Her experienced mouth now was sucking, bobbing up and down, took turns grabbing his nuts, or sneaking her index finger into his bunghole. She felt what had to be his prostate, for Lance shuddered. Abandoning his balls, she massaged his joy button, and sucked his pecker, licking the slit each time she got to the top. Lance couldn't last at this pace; he bucked and came nearly three times as much as before. Four strong spurts, that Shari greedily swallowed. Lance was beaming, and told Shari, "you cured me, I love you, will you marry me?" Shari started to laugh, and said that getting him hard, and making him come was her pleasure, and maybe in a few years, she'll consider it, but for now she is enjoying her work way too much.

Lance asked Shari to get him to a phone. He called me and he hollered into the phone: "Doc, Shari cured me! I'm going to take a short nap, but I want her around every minute until I leave on Monday! "

"Don't be surprised if I'll marry her in a few years, if she'll have me!"

"I agree, but as to marriage, well that will be up to her."

"Enjoy Lance, I now must check on my other guests." 

I began to make final arrangements to have Eric and Robin team up pleasuring Glenda and Richard, the Prime Minister of Grand Aulitia, and the first-husband, but I'll cover all that in my next chapter.



The Ultimate Social Director-V



Two down one to go. Lance and Glenda are well on the way to each of their sexual well being. In walked Richard. Husband of Glenda, who is the Prime Minister of Grand Aulitia. 

"What about me Doc, or whatever they call you around here." Richard started hollering. "Isn't my money good enough?" he continued. I sat him down to my right, and offered him some wine that seemed to have a calming effect on him. I called Robin and Shari and asked them to join us in my office. "Now Richard tell me what is it that you want to accomplish this weekend?" I quietly asked. He said that he wants to get blown, laid, but most important to him was to have sex for over thirty minutes. He then told me of his 4 ½ inch dick, and that he was so ashamed of it that he just wanted to get the sex act over as fast as possible. I then told Richard that I'm quite familiar with a Kama Sutra method that can actually increase his pecker size, and would he trust me and my staff to teach it to him, and to apply our technique. He said that he is at his wit's end and would be willing to try anything, providing it's straight. He is through with gay experiences. I reassured him that there is nothing gay about the treatment, and that it will be applied by two of my best hostesses. He agreed, and said the he would like to surprise Glenda with it and screw her brains out on their final day here. I told him that it would be no problem, in fact I'd be willing to discount both their rooms by one full day. 

Shari and Robin walked into my office, and they were a site to behold. Shari our best looking brunette hostess, was wearing a red halter that accentuated her large boobs, and protruding nipples. She also wore very tight jeans, with obviously no panties, and 3-inch red heels. Robin our beautiful blonde wore a plaid miniskirt, and a cream-colored silk see-through blouse, revealing tits that were just screaming to be sucked. Wearing no underwear completed her ensemble, and also sporting 3 inch tan heels. Both ladies gave me a peck on the cheek and sat opposite me, waiting and listening to Richard and myself. I told Richard that the treatment involved him to lie on top of the 'dick-surf-board', which has a hole in it for his dick to go through. He needs to maintain an erection, and the girls will take care of that, and a small two-ounce weight will be attached to his crown by a soft yarn. This process needs to be performed every four hours for one hour. As a reward, after each session Robin and Shari will get him to climax. The trick here is to prolong it to over 30 minutes. I then asked Shari and Robin to get the aphrodisiac fruit and the prolonging ointment we had in the fridge, and to join us in the men's locker room, which was next door to my enormous office. 

Richard and I went into the locker room, and Robin and Shari soon joined us. I asked the girls to help Richard out of his clothes, and winked at them, suggesting that they may also want to get more comfortable. I then pushed three buttons; one for music, two for getting the 'dick-surf-board' out, and three to close the door. I then retreated to my favorite couch, behind the one-way mirror. The girls had Richard buck naked in no time. Then first Shari and the Robin entertained Richard by seductively undressing for him. Richard was standing in front of the board stark naked, sort of shy for his pecker was only 4 ½ inches. They took Richard over to the Jacuzzi, and all three climbed in. What a thrill from my prospective, as the hot tub was made of thick glass, and I was able to see the entire 'show' and hear their conversations as well. The girls washed him well, especially his dick and anal area. They also let him wash each of them, as they giggled when he caressed their boobs and playfully fingered their pussies. They all dried each other off and Shari gave Richard a piece of the aphrodisiac, and asked him to lie on the board. Richard got on the board, and he carefully threaded his cock through the hole. Robin gently tied the yarn to his crown and on the other end, about three feet below Shari tied a 2-ounce weight. Richard didn't seem to mind the weight, especially as Shari was licking the slit of his dick, and Robin was fingering his anus. Every now and then Robin would hand the tube of cream to Shari who would apply it to Richard's dick's slit. They would switch and Shari would lick his anus, and Robin would lick the length of his cock. This went on for an entire hour, the girls being extra careful of maintaining his erection, but not letting him come. The hour seemed to last forever, so it seemed to Richard. 

As promised when the hour was up the girls untied the yarn, turned Richard over, and Shari sat on his face, as Robin engulfed his dick with her mouth. Three strokes and Richard was done. He never had a chance as he exploded into Robin's waiting mouth. Shari also came from the expert tongue-lashing applied to her clit by Richard. Robin seemed to be the odd one out, shrugged her shoulders, and started helping Richard to get dressed. As she instructed him to return in four hours Richard, feeling grateful, he grabbed both of her tits, and asked her to just lie down and to enjoy, for this part he was considered to be a master at. Robin was never one to look at a gift horse in the mouth, she followed his lead and waited. Lying on her back, Richard started around her knee, and worked his way up to her shaven pussy. While he was busy kissing, and licking, Shari worked her head between Richard's legs and began to suck on his balls. Richard now landed on his object of desire, and locked in on Robin's clit. Shari meanwhile had Richard erect again, and started to lick the length of his cock. Robin was really enjoying his talented tongue and every now and then would squeeze her thighs around his head, forcing his tongue further into her aching cunt. 

Shari now was sucking on his pecker, expecting juice, but it seemed to take much longer than the first time. Richard playfully bit Robin's clit, which seemed to put her over the edge, as she trembled and flooded her juices into Richard's waiting mouth. Robin got off the table and took his balls into her mouth as Shari's mouth was milking his cock for whatever Richard had left. Robin placed a finger into his bunghole, and found his prostate, and Richard could hold back no more, as he came in three waves into Shari's waiting mouth. They all went into the hot tub after, washed and agreed to meet again in four hours. 

After three sessions, Richard was measured, and his cock now measured 5 ¼ inches. After six sessions Richard's cock was nearly 6 inches. He started planning his escapade with Glenda. The final day for this duo would be in the woman's locker room, and Glenda agreed to meet Richard to check out his surprise. The two went into the room and Richard quickly got undressed and helped Glenda out of her outfit as well. He then showed Glenda his new and improved pecker. I was stationed on my leather couch just outside, hearing all and seeing all behind the one-way mirror. Glenda lovingly smiled, touched it gently at first, but soon dropped onto her knees, and started sucking it like a lollipop. He stopped her and asked her to lie down so that they can mutually enjoy each other. He lied down with his toes to her face and he commenced to suck her juices like it was his last supper, and she resumed sucking on his cock. They went through many different positions. They soon got into the doggy style position as he rammed her from behind, with love and force. He cupped her boobs, tweaked her aching nipples. She reached back to cup his dangling balls. I don't know how long it took, but it was over twenty minutes, as they both came with a fury.

They both smiled, hugged, and on the way out of the woman's locker room, Glenda threw me a kiss, Richard gave me the high sign, and hollered almost in unison; "thanks Doc for a great job!"

I can't wait for our next client. All this fun and I get paid too...WOW!