“Uh huh,” Amber said, waiting for the punch line.
“He told me that you had a lot of experience giving fellatio… on a LOT of men…”
“Uh huh,” Amber smiled.
"And that he was sure many of them had come to you because they"d feared they were impotent, only to find out that they weren"t. So ... will you please come and tell us, and maybe show us what you do? It"ll be in May ... that"s four months for you to get ready."
Amber shook her head in disbelief.
“How many doctors will there be?” she asked
"Well... there will be several hundred at the conference. But most talks over the lunch hour only draw 30 or so."
“All right,” Amber said. “I’ll come.”

Time passed. Then about two months later, Dr. Smith from the local University called and told her that, of the 270 or so doctors who had signed up to come to the symposium, over 250 had signed up for the "Fellatio as a Cure for Impotence" lecture.

****

"So we"d like to ask you if, instead of just giving a single guest lecture, you"d agree to give a series of workshops, every morning and afternoon over the three days."

“Workshops?” Amber asked.

"Well ... you"d still give your lecture, but you"d give it first thing on Monday morning ... starting at 8 a.m. Talk for about 35-45 minutes, then take questions or do a demonstration or whatever. That will be in a big lecture auditorium that everyone can come to. Then, you"d have a series of 2 to 2½ hour workshops throughout each of the three days. From 9 until 11:30, then break for lunch. Then from 12:30 until 3, and 3:30 till 6. That would be 9 workshops over the three days with about 20 to 25 doctors in each. "

“What should I do for the workshops?” Amber asked.

“A demonstration or two would be nice,” he answered calmly.

Now the day had come. Amber had prepared a speech in which she would outline what she always looked for when deciding how hard it was going to be to get a man to cum in her mouth. Then she’d give a detailed description of what she would try to get each man to cum.
She"d wondered all along about the demonstrations, and worried what she could do. But then Dr. Smith"s secretary had called back to tell her that they had purposefully arranged the workshops so that there would be at least three doctors in each workshop who had volunteered that they were impotent.
“Dr. Smith was hoping you would demonstrate your techniques on each of them,” the secretary said.
That first day, Amber dressed very professionally in a pretty brown turtleneck, a black skirt and black high heels. She even wore her glasses so that she"d look a bit more professor- like. She carried her notes in her purse as she calmly walked across the parking lot to the fancy hotel where the symposium was taking place.

She was both extremely nervous and extremely excited as she waited off stage to be introduced. Was that sweat or vaginal juices that were making her red satin panties moist? Finally she was at the podium, standing in front of a jam-packed auditorium. As she looked around, she saw not only doctors, but also several nurses and other therapists, perhaps some secretaries, and even several reporters with cameras.
“Can you hear me?” she asked nervously into the microphone.

But soon her nervousness disappeared as she began to tell everyone all about her favorite subject. She knew that no one there could possibly know more about blowjobs than her ... she had blown so many guys over so many years. As she spoke, she especially noticed many of the young women in the audience taking notes.

***

"I"m convinced that 99% of all impotence could be cured by a real good blowjob," she said emphatically, in conclusion. "And I can prove it."
She looked around. She had been debating in her head how to best end her presentation. Now she had committed herself and there was no turning back.
"Is there anyone here who feels he is completely impotent? I mean, someone who hasn’t had a rise in several years?" she asked. Slowly, hesitantly, several hands were raised.
Amber"s eyes scanned the crowd until she saw the man she wanted, off to the left in the first row, a very old doctor who looked like he was at least 80. She called him forward, and he slowly made it up onto the stage, needing a bit of help to manage the last couple of steps. But finally, he was standing in the middle of the stage, facing her.
She was still speaking to the crowd as she kneeled at his feet.

"At each of the workshops I will show you the many techniques I have developed over the years to make men hard," she said.
Then she looked up and smiled at the doctor whose zipper was in her hand. "But right now, I"m just going to have some fun."
And with that, she reached up and deftly unzipped the old doctor’s pants. With a shaky hand, he helped to pull his penis out of his underwear. It was small and very shriveled. But Amber knew from experience that sometimes the smallest cocks grow huge when aroused. She confidently leaned forward and took this man"s cock into her mouth.

Slowly, lovingly she sucked on his flesh, teasing it with her tongue and applying gentle suction with her cheeks... all the while gazing up at this senior’s appreciative face with her big brown eyes. At first, she used her hand to hold his cock in place. But, after about a minute, his cock started to become hard. She rested her hands back against her own bum, slowly fondling it through her skirt and panties. She wanted to bring him to climax using her mouth alone.
By this point, several reporters were right up front, right near the stage, squatted down so not to block the audience’s view, but with their cameras flashing from only a few feet away. There were at least two videocams too. Amber paused a few times, holding the old doctor"s cock deep in her mouth while posing for the cameras.

It turns out this old man had a cock that was quite thick and at least 7 inches long.
She calmly deep throated it (she"d deep throated a twelve-inch black cock that was almost as thick as the far end of a baseball bat once, so seven inches was easy) and held it there, her nose pushed deep into this octogenarian’s belly, his hair tickling her nose. With his cock buried in her throat, she rocked her head slowly side to side. Then she pushed her head even harder into his belly to feel his cock head even further down her throat. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of this rigid bone deep inside her throat, all the while tickling the underside of his shaft with her talented tongue.


Finally, she slid back. By this time, his cock was rock hard. Everyone, especially the doctor himself, was amazed. Amber smiled at the cameras, and then slid her mouth back onto this rigid shaft again to slowly finish her work.
Soon she felt his entire body quiver and the first jet of semen hitting her throat.
“Uhhh! Uhhhhh!” the old man said.

Amber pulled back so that his cum would land on her tongue. She held him quietly there for a few seconds while several years of pent up semen was released from his balls into her welcoming mouth.
Finally, the eruptions ceased. She continued slowly sliding her mouth up and down the doctor’s shaft as it got softer and softer. Her mouth was still filled with his cum. When he was fully soft, she let him slide out. Then she opened up her mouth for everyone to see how totally full of cum it was. Two cameramen jumped up on stage to get some close-ups of her cum-filled mouth. Then she closed her mouth, smiled and swallowed.
At this point, the entire room exploded in applause. The old doctor smiled from ear to ear.

“Thank you,” he said, breathlessly.
“Thank YOU,” Amber replied, sincerely. “And, ANY time you need to release, you call ME.”
Well... needless to say, the rest of the symposium speakers got very little attention. Amber almost fainted when she walked into her first workshop and the room was packed... too full even for Amber to kneel down in. Fortunately, a larger room was found quickly where everyone could make a semicircle around her. After a brief introduction, she dropped to her knees and called forward the first volunteer to be blown.

It turns out that all nine of Amber"s workshops were filled to the brim. She spent virtually the entire time on her knees demonstrating her techniques. In each workshop, she blew between 10 and 12 appreciative men. And in every workshop but the first, there were young to middle-aged women who asked to practice their techniques while she observed them ... including several nurses, a couple of therapists and at least 7 secretaries. One of them was Dr. Smith"s pretty blonde secretary, whose name was Jennifer. Amber recognized her because she had met Amber in the wings before Amber went on stage.

Jennifer turned out to be the most dedicated of all those who attended the workshops. She attended them all. She was present at all three workshops on Monday. During the first workshop, she just watched Amber as she demonstrated her oral techniques on several men. But she was the first girl to raise her hand when Amber asked if any of the women wanted coaching during the second session. She again volunteered first during the final afternoon session. And after this, she immediately asked the other men in the room if any wanted her to practice on them. Eight docs immediately migrated over to this pretty young blonde on her knees. Over the next 2 hours, she blew them all.

On Tuesday and Wednesday, Jennifer was on her knees as much as Amber. The two of them kneeled at opposite ends of the room, both still fully dressed (Amber in short skirts or a dress and Jennifer in nice dress pants, tight sweaters and heels) as a steady line-up of docs approached them for mouth-on experience. Jennifer worked steadily on taking cocks further and further into her mouth, and was extremely proud of herself when she finally felt one cock-head ‘pop’ past her tonsils into her throat. She gagged, of course, but instead of pulling off, drove her face even harder onto the cock until she literally felt the cock sliding down her throat. Luckily, the doc knew what she’d just accomplished and helped the young blonde secretary by grabbing her head and holding her firm against him for a full five minutes before letting her back off a bit.

By the third day, Jennifer was almost as fast to make her men cum as Amber. Between them, they were blowing at least 30-35 men at each of the 2½ hour workshops. And with Amber doing more and more coaching, and the eager secretary getting more and more capable, Jennifer actually was blowing at least 20 of them. And, at the start of that day’s last afternoon session when one blind doctor showed up with a guide dog, a big black male Labrador retriever, Amber purposefully steered them both towards Jennifer. Soon, it was a perfect picture: Jennifer in a light blue sweater, and black dress pants and heels, on her knees in front of this big black dog, whose front paws his master supported so that the animal could stand up on his hind legs on a wooden box, and hump away with all his strength.
Later, once Max was finished and the blind doctor himself was in Jennifer’s mouth, Amber commented upon the perfect example of ‘face-fucking’ or ‘mouth-fucking’ everyone had just witnessed. Then she laughed describing how effective Max had been, repeatedly bumping Jennifer’s nose with his belly each time he drove his member down her throat, and added: “Though I guess it actually was more like throat fucking.” At this, everyone else laughed too.

For the rest of that afternoon, all men who wanted to ‘face fuck’ were directed towards Jennifer, who actually enjoyed the break from having to do all the work, and just rested back with her bum often resting on her heels and opened her throat up as wide as she could. There even was a live-in couple of gay doctors, one of whom was having trouble staying hard during anal sex. Amber coached them, by having the other doctor pull down his pants and allow his partner to butt-fuck him, while Jenny kneeled right next to them, on the ready. Whenever the one doc grew soft, he popped out of his partner’s butt directly into Jennifer’s mouth, where she sucked him hard again. He was very apologetic the first time when he pulled his cock out of his lover’s ass and it was covered in shit, but Amber told him not to worry and Jennifer opened her mouth for him most willingly.

“See,” Amber explained as Jennifer worked the man’s cock. “Even anal sex can work if your partner, or a talented girl like Jenny – whom I’m sure would give you her cell number if you ask her - is there to use her mouth when necessary.”
“Thank you so much,” the formerly impotent gay man told Amber after he shot his load into Jennifer’s mouth.
“No problem,” Amber said. “Maybe your partner would like to try now. Againh, I’m sure Jennifer won’t mind.”

Of course, the pretty blonde secretary was delighted to offer up her mouth again; and readily told the couple her cell number too, hoping that they would, in fact, invite her to join them at home.
“Thanks so much, Amber. You’re the best!” they both said again, as gay doctor #2 carefully eased his shit-coated cock past Jennifer’s lips, and she playfully clamped down to feel the soft shit ooze all through her mouth.

Now, seeing that Jennifer had everything under control, Amber returned to her knees to instruct others. Meanwhile, after she finished off the second gay partner, Jennifer returned to having her throat fucked. As it turns out, even those men who were blown by Amber ultimately ended up in Jennifer’s line, so the pretty blonde had her tonsils pounded mercilessly until well past 9 p.m. Amber left Jenny still on her knees at around 7:30, and asked her if she still intended to return the next day. Jennifer couldn’t say anything with her head held firm and her throat being pulverized, but she gave an enthusiastic ‘thumbs up’ sign as she turned her eyes towards Amber and gurgled a bit.

By the second day, it had become apparent that there was too much interest to get everyone into the nine planned work-shops, so Dr. Smith asked Jennifer to make arrangements for a full fourth day, consisting of four workshops, the first starting at 8 and ending at 9:30; then 10 to 12:30, 1:30 until 4; and finally a somewhat longer final workshop from 4:30 until 9 in the evening.

“Can you arrange that with the conference centre when you’re done here today, Jennifer?” he asked politely, all the while ramming his rock-hard boner down her throat. “You can have Carol at the office rebook my appointments and handle the office while you stay here with me.”

“Hghhhgxxxx,” Jennifer answered happily, her excitement over this generous request clearly evident in her big brown eyes.

The fourth and final day, and especially the last two afternoon sessions turned out to be especially busy. Though Amber did break for lunch hour, Jennifer’s ‘lunch’ consisted of 8 or so more doctors, including that same gay couple, plus Max again. Then, because no one bothered to check if docs had actually registered for the last two sessions, and because so many docs who had attended earlier sessions had told their colleagues about it, over 250 men show up, at least two thirds of them ones who"d not formally signed up for the workshops, but who had just been waved in at the last moment because no one really cared… Hey! It was the last day!

Luckily, the symposium organizers had foreseen this and scheduled the biggest conference room for this final afternoon. Amber had agreed to blow as many as she could, but knew she had to leave right at nine because she had placed an escort ad in the paper promising that she’d start taking calls at 9 p.m. (and she had regular clients who’d been patiently waiting for her all week). Now it was nine o"clock and she"d just finished her 50th blowjob of the afternoon. As she was packing up her notes to head home, she looked over to see Jennifer, still on her knees, thoroughly enjoying herself with a crowd of at least 100 more guys who, realizing that Amber was leaving, were waiting to enter Jennifer’s now highly-acclaimed mouth. Jennifer looked especially sweet that day, wearing a pretty, white, long-sleeved sweater, camel-coloured front-pleated, front-pocket dress pants, and black 2-inch heels. As she leaned forward to take each man into her throat, the seat of her pants became exquisitely tight, revealing both the lovely curves of her ass and the cute lines of her underlying satin bikini panties.

Amber saw Dr. Smith and went over to him.

“It looks like your secretary is going to be busy for awhile,” she said, hoping the good doctor got the hint and would give Jennifer the next day, a Friday, off, so she could finish of all these guys. But Dr. Smith, being the great boss he was, already was one step ahead of her.

“Yes,” he answered. “Tomorrow, Saturday AND Sunday, I’ve booked this conference room from 9 a.m. to 11 p.m., as well as a room for Jenn to rest in at night through Sunday night; and she can have Monday off to rest… so she can stay here as long as she wants.”

“That’s so sweet,” Amber said, sincerely. But the good doctor wasn’t finished.

“I also checked at the front desk,” he continued, his voice clearly both excited and pleased, “and this hotel is going to be hosting two huge symposiums over the weekend, starting tomorrow: one for blind businessmen (Amber’s eyebrows shot up hearing this – how many Max’s would there be in that crowd?); and the other for bikers over 65. AND I specifically asked them to let EVERYONE know about Jennifer.”

“She’ll be so pleased!” Amber smiled.

“She already knows,” the doctor corrected, “and she seemed very happy.”

“You’re such a sweet boss!”

“Jennifer is a really great secretary, so I am happy to do it.” He looked at Amber sincerely… “She REALLY deserves a fun break like this. And, best of all… not only did the front desk assure me that they could keep Jenny on her knees all morning, afternoon and evening , and to expect at least one to two hundred men to blow each day all three days… they also have a staff photographer I’ve hired to take pretty pictures of Jenny all weekend.”

Amber’s smile was ear to ear now, she was so happy for the young blonde. She kissed the good doctor on the cheek, and then walked over to where Jenn was on her knees, where she put her hand gently on the young secretary"s shoulder.

“Can you handle all these old farts on your own, all weekend?” she asked the pretty young secretary.

Poor Jenny couldn’t answer, because the man she was feeding on had pulled her head so hard onto his cock and was holding his cock so far down her throat that her face was totally lost in his belly fat, her hands on his thighs were useless to push away, and her high-heeled feet waving helplessly side to side in the air behind her. The best she could do to answer Amber was keep repeating something that sounded a bit like the word ‘long’, but without the letter ‘o’, and with the letters ‘kuh’, ‘kx’ and ‘ghug’ occasionally thrown in. All in all, she sounded a bit like:

“Llnnngg… lllnnnnggg… llnnnggg kuh… lllnnngggg… lllnnggg ghuh… kx… kxxx… lllnnnggggghhh.”

Amber laughed and told the doctor in Jennifer’s throat that there was no hurry. She’d be happy to wait a few minutes. Meanwhile, she just stood there, marveling once more at Jennifer’s gorgeous little ass, and at the perfect panty-line that was fully apparent through her light-coloured pants. At one point, she reached down with one hand to trace the panty line with her fingers. It was very nice.

Finally, after several minutes, the man in Jenny’s throat relaxed his grip and Jenny pulled back enough to answer Amber’s question.

“Hmm hmmm,” she said, confidently, when finally she was able to glance Amber’s way. And then the man yanked her even harder onto him and up went Jenny’s sexy little feet again.

““Llnnngg… lllnnnnggg… lllnnggg ghuh… kx.. kxxx… lllnnngggggghhhhghuh.”

Amber smiled at how cute this all was, told the doctor and all the doctors in line to have a good time; and then left, certain that Jenny would please ALL these men and swallow every last drop of their semen and sperm, AND that she would have tons of fun doing it.
As Amber crossed that parking lot back to her car on that final day, she was satisfied that she had probably helped thousands of men avoid future drugs and surgery. Surely, many of the doctors in attendance would think twice before suggesting such radical solutions when a good blowjob from their wife or, if she’s not willing, a pretty, younger woman would do the trick almost every time.

‘Just send them to me,’ she thought. And then she smiled… ‘Or to Jenny.’
Without a doubt, Jennifer"s newfound talents would be put to good and extremely frequent use in Dr. Smith"s office; at the home of that very friendly gay couple; and maybe even on the street, where, with a sexy top and a nice tight pair of jeans and heels, she’d ultimately make the perfect little street whore.