The Sommelier: Claire's Debut

Author's note: This is a standalone story, but it continues the adventures of Mira and Claire, characters introduced in my story The Sommelier. I recommend reading that first for context. However, this story and future stories in this collection are meant to be standalones, unless indicated otherwise.

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"Don't tell me you're nervous?" Claire said, grinning as they entered the restaurant. "You're never nervous, babe," she said, pressing a cheek to her lover's face. Blonde with pale blue eyes, cute rounded cheeks, and a considerable bosom to contrast with her tight, pert ass, Claire was the picture of all-American sweetheart.

Mira Kawar, on the other hand, with a slimmer figure, but perkier breasts and a bigger ass, was quite different. Her ethnically ambiguous features made her distinctly foreign and yet hard to place, coppery brown skin and green eyes set beneath shoulder length brownish-black hair. She gave her lover's hand a squeeze as they sat down at the table with a reserved card on it.

"Well, she was my first teacher. Taught me everything." Mira fidgeted as the waiter served them water.

Claire giggled. "And I'm thankful for that every day."

Mira rolled her eyes. "I'm being serious, Claire. Getting my license was my ambition, ever since I met Professor Castelain." And now that she'd finally achieved it, she hoped she would make her teacher proud. But Professor Castelain was a high ranking member of the Sapphic Society, a world-renowned expert on sapphic pleasure and female sexuality. She was a hard woman to have as your mentor.

Claire shrugged and took a sip of her water. "Well, won't she be pleased you have such a hot, sexy girlfriend? And that you finished second in the licensing exam?"

Mira rubbed her neck awkwardly. "She doesn't really approve of monogamy. Or coming in second."

"Indeed, I do not," a Frenchwoman's voice purred behind them, "but I do not insist my students follow me blindly."

Mira jumped to her feet, her body tingling at the presence of her old teacher. Years ago, this woman's tongue and fingers had explored every inch of Mira's body, and Mira had done the same to her. And even though they had not seen each other in a long time, she still felt her loins tingle a bit at the sight. Professor Castelain seemed unaged, her dark hair as sleek and elegant as ever, slender toned legs nicely fitting the shape of her dark skirt, and her cleavage as appealing she had been when Mira first sat in her class. Her brown eyes held a cold appraising gaze as she surveyed her former student.

"Professor," Mira said, reaching out to give the woman a hug, and greeted by two airy kisses on her cheek. "You snuck up on us. This is my girlfriend, Claire."

"Enchante," Professor Castelain said, shaking Claire's hand with a firm grip. Claire was giving the older woman a look, as though wondering who was responsible for her girlfriend's career choices (and talents in the bedroom). "I never pictured you with someone so American, Mira. But it is nice to see you are happy."

She sat down across from them and ordered a bottle of wine. "You know, we're not really monogamous," Claire said, smiling nervously at Professor Castelain. Now she understood how intimidating the Professor was. "I mean, I only really sleep with Mira but she obviously plays with other girls as part of her sommelier work, and..."

"Play?" Professor Castelain raised her eyebrow. "No, what we do is not play. Cunt tasting is an art, not some hapless sport. Mira, I hope you've shown this girl what I taught you?"

"Of course," Mira replied, her cheeks flushing. She felt like a scolded schoolgirl all over again, having to redo her ass eating exercises. Not that she ever minded eating Professor Castelain's delicious dark star. "I actually met her at a tasting. She was... sublime. Best I've ever had."

Claire giggled happily and Mira felt the flush in her cheeks grow hotter, though more pleasurably so this time. She was happy with Claire, who submitted to her sexually and tolerated her work, which was rare in a woman of her quality and attractiveness. But she could already tell her Professor was unimpressed with her.

They ordered food and drank wine, and Professor Castelain turned the subject to more mundane matters than the subject other than cunt, such as how boring she found golf. As the conversation progressed, Professor Castelain was friendly enough to Claire, but Mira could feel some sort of disapproval emanating towards herself, the former student. Mira was curious as to why her professor was visiting California, as she rarely ventured to the United States. It turned out, she was lecturing and conducting tastings around the country.

"I'm looking for talent, quite simply put. Both sommeliers, and samples." She took a delicate sip of her wine, her eyes sweeping over to Claire. "Are you familiar with a sample, Claire?"

"Oh yeah, Mira's told me. That's a girl who trains for tastings. Acquires flavor and character to fit a certain profile, and competes in sampling competitions." She had already had two glasses and was only getting gigglier. "I went to one with Mira. It was pretty hot, but I did get a little jealous. It seemed like she really liked this one of the samples," Claire said, giving Mira a little playful nudge.

Mira smiled forcibly. She'd hoped to avoid mentioning a competition where she'd come in second to Shana, the Asian beauty who'd bested her at the licensing exam.

Professor Castelain, of course, knew of this. "Pity you didn't win that one, Mira." She clicked her tongue reprovingly. "I'm scouting that girl, Shana, actually. I'll be hosting the Grand Tasting next year, and I need to know who to invite."

Mira felt a touch of anger, and resisted the urge to make a snide comment about Shana. Instead, she merely nursed her wine and shrugged. "Well, she's got some talent but I know I can best her. After all, I studied under you."

"One would think so," Professor Castelain said dismissively, shaking her hand. "But I did hope to invite you to a private tasting I'm happened. Shana will be there, as well as a few others with potential. You'll have to bring a sample with you, though. A debut." Her eyes flicked back and forth between the two women, a silent dare in her gaze. "I don't want anyone with official tasting notes in the records. But I doubt you could find one on such short notice. As you're rather occupied with monogamy."

Mira was about to swallow her pride and ask the Professor to find a sample for her, so desperate was she to be scouted for the Grand Tasting, which was the biggest cunt tasting event of the year, but Claire spoke first.

"You really are such a dramatic woman. I see why Mira was so nervous." She downed her wine. "She'll bring me as a sample."

Mira flinched. "Babe, you don't know..."

"No, you don't get to control what I do. Not outside of bed. I want to do this for you." She fixed the Frenchwoman with a brave smile. "And to show this snooty Frenchwoman a taste of real cunt."

Professor Castelain's face was expressionless for a moment, but then a little laugh broke through. "Oh, she has spirit, oui oui. I see why you like her, Mira." She flashed the hint of a smirk at them. "Claire, I would be happy to debut you at my private tasting."

Mira's head was spinning. What had just happened? She had completely lost control of this situation. In a way, it seemed that both Claire and Professor Castelain had gotten the best of her. Momentarily speechless, she just sipped her wine.

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"You're nuts, you know that, right?" Mira said as she strummed her fingers across Claire's engorged clitoris, straddling the blonde from above. The blue contours of her strap-on tapped at Claire's pussy as the blonde nibbled at her lover's nipples from below. "You have no idea what these women do at a sampling," Mira said, her voice turning to a breathy moan as Claire's teeth nipped down hard on her dark, puffy nipples.

Below her, Claire was beautiful, lying on her back, legs spread, her untamed bush rustling against Mira's hand as she worked her cunny. Pale blue eyes were lidded in arousal as she released Mira's nipple, her back arching as the strap-on eased its way inside of her. "Oh my love, that feels so good." She reached up, her hands wrapping around Mira's neck, pulling her in for a soft, yet hungry kiss. "Come now," she whispered against Mira's lips. "You sampled me. I've seen you at work."

Mira began to lower her hips in lazy, probing thrusts, her own pussy leaking against the base of the dildo. "That was just a tasting. They're going to sample you. Taste and probe every part of your body." Her voice was low and hard, protective. She was worried. "They'll grade you, Claire. I don't want you to be humiliated."

Claire pulled her in for a fierce kiss, raising her legs up to wrap around Mira's waist. She lifted her pelvis and impaled herself deep upon the strap-on, urging Mira on. "No one," Claire whispered, in between pleasurable groans, "insults you like that... in front... of me... oh fuck." Her hands snaked down Mira's back as the copper skinned girl railed her, harder and faster. Mira whimpered against Claire's neck as the enterprising blonde slid a finger into her gluteal cleft.

The smells of their pussies filled the air, as did their moans and grunts and yelps of pleasure. Claire's finger teased its way into Mira's tight rosebud, wiggling and probing and playing in a way that only drove Mira to fuck her lover harder. Back and forth she thrusted, impaling Claire on one end, and driving her own ass into Claire's digit on the other end.

Claire's voice grew thin and labored, her shrieks rising in the tiny bedroom, where clothes and boxes lay strewn in a mess. Mira felt her lover orgasm beneath her, shuddering through her legs wrapped around Mira's shapely hips, and felt her own orgasm began, deep inside her ass. They sighed into each other's mouths, riding it out, a delicious cresting wave of pleasure that faded into quiet.

Mira extricated herself from Claire's cunt, lying on one side, smeared in her lover's orgasm. "Do you believe in me?" Claire whispered, reaching out to stroke Mira's hair.

"Of course, I do... I'm just..." How could Mira explain that she didn't believe in herself? That she didn't want Claire to be humiliated by Shana, the way she had been before.

Claire reached down, rubbing her damp and used up cunt. She took her fingers and slid them into Mira's mouth. Mira sucked, automatically, the taste as delicious, sweet and complex as she remembered. Claire was America's sweetheart on the outside, but a dark, sexually depraved girl on the inside, fighting her Christian instincts. Her taste was unique, powerful, and scintillating.

"Come on," Claire said, grinning. "You know I'm going to win. Are you just jealous of some other women getting to taste me?"

Mira didn't bother responding. Instead, she began to kiss her way down Claire's navel, her tongue snaking out with expert capability as it approached the cunny that had bewitched her and never let her go...

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The tasting was a small event, held on the private penthouse rooftop of a Society member. There was an audience of seven Society dommes, four tasters, and three samples. The samples had been provided by the three tasters who Professor Castelain was scouting, and she herself was the fourth taster.

After a little wine and hors d'oeuvres, Professor Castelain rang a bell, summoning everyone to the testing space. Warm rays of sunlight glittered on wine glasses as the masked Society Dommes took their seats, and the tasters assembled behind the tasting tables, three low, cushioned pieces of furniture with leather cuffs hooked to their edges.

Mira examined her competition. Shana was a young Asian woman, probably in her mid-twenties like Mira, with long dark hair and delicate eyelashes that effortlessly fit her skinny frame. Her perfectly muscled legs and pert ass were visible in the clingy dress she wore today and Mira was irritated just looking at her, especially since Professor Castelain had them seated next to each other. Shana shot her a wink as she shot down, the ever present smug smile glued to her lips.

Bitch.

To her other side, next to Professor Castelain, was Cherie, a woman Mira had never met before. She hardly spoke. She was tall, curvaceous with large breasts, and dark-skinned, with braids that rustled in the wind. A flash of jealousy shot through Mira's body. Cherie was very much like Claire's first lover, the woman Mira had envisioned when she had tasted Claire for the first time. Claire loved being dominated by women of color, and of all the women here, Mira felt Cherie was the one who posed the biggest threat to her, of stealing her lover away.

No, that was irrational. She took a sip of white wine and tried to calm herself. She needed to focus. This was her chance to secure a position in the Grand Tasting.

"Thank you all for your attendance," Professor Castelain said, standing up and smiling beatifically at the surroundings. "Let me explain the procedures for the tasting. Each of our sommeliers here will be given one sample to taste and elucidate on their qualities. They have each provided a sample, and will be tasting one of the samples they did not provide. You may take your time and use both tongues and fingers, sommeliers," the professor said, looking at the women sitting at her table, "but do not bring the woman to orgasm. Edge her, only." She pointed at the table. "Each woman will be strapped down by the attendants. Once all three women have been tasted by the sommeliers, I will conduct the final tasting and bring each woman to orgasm. I will not provide my tasting notes, but I will rank the samples, as well as the sommeliers." She sat down once more and looked over to the sommeliers. "Are we understood?"

Mira nodded along with the others, each looking determined to prove themselves. This would not be an easy challenge to win.

"Bring in the first sample," Professor Castelain announced.

The door to the rooftop opened and a woman in a white shift appeared, walking across the stage to stand in front of the gathered audience. Mira's jaw dropped momentarily, as she recognized the woman. She was none other than the older British examiner from Mira's licensing exam, and indeed, Mira had tasted her as part of the final test. She had been exquisite, and as Professor Castelain instructed the woman to cast off her gown, Mira could not help but lick her lips as she gazed upon the woman's aged, lined breasts, her still toned abdomen, and the wild dark bush shot with greys sitting above a beefy, sagging and well-fucked cunt.

"Cherie," Professor Castelain said, turning to the thick, dark skinned girl, "please strap down the first sample and commence the tasting."

The older woman lay down without prompting, sliding her hands and ankles into the cuffs on the tasting table. Cherie approached and began to secure the straps, bending down to showcase her large ass within tight leather pants. She spread the woman's legs wide, her ass placed high upon the pillowy end of the table so that her genitals lay lewdly exposed to the audience, who hummed appreciatively.

Cherie, though buxom and delicious in appearance, did not appear to Mira to be the most skilled taster. Neglecting the mouth and nipples entirely, she descended immediately to the beefy cunt lips of her sample. Though Mira could hardly blame her - the taste of the cunt was still rich in her mind, though she had tasted it nearly a year ago. Salty, rich notes of dark meat, the trails and patterns of many old lovers emblazoned through the folds. Her flavor slowly filling Mira's mouth, she licked drool off her lips, blushing as she felt Shana's contemptuous eyes upon her.

Mira crossed her legs and tried to control herself as Cherie's tongue flashed across the puffy labia with harsh, hungry strokes. "Salt... potatoes," Cherie grunted, her voice low and breathy. "The labia is tough and resistant. Difficult to warm up." She sucked at the clitoris, which did not emerge from its hooded contours. Cherie's frustration grew and was visible as she probed impatient fingers inside, trying to urge the older woman's cunt open.

Mira shook her head. Cherie might be one of those sommeliers who excelled with younger women, but failed at extracting the delicate and powerful flavors of older women. Her former examiner's eyes were closed, lips slightly parted, but her hips did not buck and tremble as they did when Mira's tongue had danced between the folds of her loins. Oh, how Cherie was missing out on the pleasurable explorations and flavors of an older woman's pussy. She hadn't even tried to taste the woman's nipples, sweet and hard, like little buttons for sucking and nibbling upon.

In desperation, her tongue slid downwards, delivering rough strokes across the pucker of the sample's ass. How delicious that had been as well, Mira remembered, her own pussy moistening as flavors of chocolate and dark rum flooded her mind. And yet she had to watch this woman loll her tongue through the older beauty's rim like an artless schoolgirl. It was somewhat infuriating. "Copper... black licorice, I think," Cherie mumbled, desperate. And to think Mira had once though her capable of stealing Claire.

"That will suffice for now, Cherie. Thank you," Professor Castelain said, her expression inscrutable - except to Mira, who could feel the disdain emanating from her in cold, icy waves.

Cherie returned to the table, her face lowered with flushed cheeks. The smell of the first sample's cunt was mild upon her, an indication of poor arousal. Shana snickered, clearly amused by this turn of events, but Mira did no such thing. It wasn't easy to learn the art of cunt tasting - even if this woman had gotten her sommelier license, pleasure of the female body was a lifelong learning process.

"The next sample, please." The woman entered this time appeared to be of Polynesian origin, with honeyed bronzed skin, and curly dark hair that fell to her shoulders, about nineteen or twenty years old. Her dark eyes blinked demurely as puffy lips peeled open to flash a pearly white smile. Her white gown was snug around her considerable Polynesian hips. "Disrobe and lie down please. Mira, strap the sample in and commence tasting."

Mira rose, eager to show her talent to the audience of Dommes and her former teacher. And she was especially eager to show off in front of Shana.

"Good luck," Shana said, smirking.

Mira smirked back. "Don't need luck, when I have this," she said, flicking her tongue out across her lips and dragging it back lazily.

The Polynesian girl had disrobed and lain down. Mira reached over to secure the straps. The girl had ample bosoms, with dark areolas and cute, small nipples. Mira pushed her knees apart, exposing the girl's pussy, with a neatly trimmed mons, and thick, tight labia that peeked out a bit. Really, a cute cunt. She strapped in the ankles and stepped back for a moment.

"Is it all right if I undress?" she said, turning to Professor Castelain. A tasting was always more precise if both parties were nude.

Professor Castelain quirked up her eyebrow, an approving smile touching her lips. "Yes, please do so."

Mira unbuttoned her blouse and discarded it, revealing her small, but perky breasts with rosy areolas to the crowd. She unzipped her dark dress pants and pulled them down, underwear included, so her bald cunt was exposed as well. Walking over, she could smell her sample's cunt, see the moisture slickening her public lips.

She climbed onto the tasting bed, her hands gripping the woman's shapely hips, kneading her dark flesh. A grin split her lips. "This is going to be fun," Mira said, and then leaned in for a kiss.