The start of something big
By Lance Discovery

Biff Splending looked down into the expressionless face of the blow-up doll he was making love to - although "making love" was hardly the correct expression, and Biff knew it. The Septuagenarian stopped what he was doing to the inflatable doll and called for his personal assistant Darryl Zachary.

Darryl entered Biff's sumptuous bedroom (complete with 10-metre swimming pool and 2 queen-sized beds). Biff didn't bother covering his manhood in front of Darryl. After all Darryl Zachary was nothing more than his very own shit kicker and fixer. Once his chauffeur, he was now his "personal assistant". But the name meant nothing. Darryl simply did Biff's dirty work for him, including meeting the demands of Biff's sometimes unusual sexual wants and needs.

Lately Biff's sexual needs had been simple: he'd been into blow-up dummies. Darryl Zachary had been sent on a four-week overseas trip, buying up each and every type of blow-up dummy from the great sex shops of Europe and Northern America. He came back with over a hundred. The blow-ups kept Biff's interested for a couple of months, but the interest subsided…

"Darryl, I've had enough of the blow-ups."

"Sure boss. What do you want now?"

Darryl's eyes purposefully strayed away from Biff's shrivelled manhood. Sensing his discomfort, Biff parted his legs further to expose himself even further.

"I'm going back to real women. These blow ups just don't do it for me."

"You wanted "em."

"Sure I did. I'd had it with real women. I was depressed by them, knowing that I couldn't bring them to orgasm. Me, seventy-five, one of the richest men in the world, and I've never been able to take a women to climax. You know how that makes me feel, Darryl? At least with the blow-ups there was no sexual guilt."

"But you want to go back to real women?"

"I want more than that. I want you to assemble the five sexiest women money can buy and I'm going to have me an orgy. I'm going to get those girls off if it's the last thing I do. Maybe with all five and me things will be different. I've got to try it."

"Okay, okay. I'll see what I can do."

Darryl started walking from the room. But before he got outside Biff said: "And make sure you check them out properly, Darryl. I want the best. The sexiest. So maybe you'll have to… you know, test drive them."

"Sure boss," said Darryl laconically.

 But he wasn't so laconic when things got down to the interviews. Over a two-week period he interviewed and slept with over 120 girls. Some days, when the viagra really hit him, he'd have them lining up outside the bedroom, taking them in one after the other. He thought to himself that the whole thing was not unlike what he'd seen on that TV show Claudius where these two women - one a whore and the other Roman royalty - fucked as many men as they could. It was a competition between the two. Well this was a bit different - this was a competition against himself. How many women could he do it with before he lost interest? Or before his manhood fell off?

He had to pick five girls from those he'd slept with. But there was no way he could just five…

What do I do? Why not take, say, the best forty or so girls, put them into groups of five, and invite the groups of five into my bedroom? Let them display a little teamwork on me. Then pick the best group of five, that's what I'll do…

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