The Sommelier Her First Lesson

Author's note: This is a standalone story, but it continues the adventures of Mira, a character I 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.

This specific story is part of Mira's backstory, and takes place before the events of The Sommelier.

"Mira Kawar, yes?" Professor Emmanuelle Castelain said, looking up from the stack of papers on her desk. "How can I help you?" She spoke in a rich, flowing French accent.

Mira Kawar, nineteen years old and dressed in a pale white sundress that loosely hugged her hips, stepped gingerly into the room. Her pale brown skin and hazel eyes contrasted nicely with the color of her dress, and while she was still developing into a full-fledged woman, her curves were pert and fit her body well. Her round ass jiggled a bit as she took a seat in the chair across from her professor.

Mira had never been to Professor Castelain's office before, and she felt quite nervous about being here today. Professor Castelain, though only in her mid-thirties, was considered quite an expert in her field. She was a tall, imposing woman with dark hair and olive skin, and a spectacular bosom that was barely contained by the pale pink blouse she wore. Though she sat behind the desk now, hidden from Mira's view, Mira had long admired the way the woman's slender and toned legs looked in her collection of pencil skirts. Even the Professor's aquiline nose suggested regality. Just thinking about her Professor, being this close to her, was starting to make Mira's face flush. But she wasn't here to gape at her like an addled schoolgirl. She was here on actual important business.

"Actually Professor, it was about my term paper." She reached into her bag and pulled it out onto the paper. Despite her university being located in France, it was an international women's institution originally established in the UK, and as such, operated with English as its primary operating language. Which was a relief, because Mira's French was only just passable, and living in Paris had taught her that passable was considered mockable by the locals. "I wanted to know why I had received a failing grade."

Professor Castelain raised her eyebrows and reached out her hand to grab the paper. Her fingers were long and powerful, with long, sharp, red nails. "Miss Kawar's paper. The subject was... ah, yes, female oral stimulation. Yes, this was quite unsatisfactory work." She cast it aside and flipped her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Poor suppositions, with poorer research."

Mira felt her stomach churn, her pride stung. "I worked really hard on it, Professor. I read all the leading authors on female sexuality. You can check my citations."

"Pah," Professor Castelain, shaking her head. "Books, this is not how you learn about female sexuality. You learn by practical research." She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against her tight blouse, so that the outlines of her puffy nipples could be seen. "Applied studies, yes. You see, I have written no books. I have published research journals, analysis, interviews. But I insist on applied learning. This is most important."

Mira bit her lip. "But... how would I study something practically? For a paper."

Professor Castelain's lips twitched, and then to Mira's surprise, she burst into a giggle. "Why, Miss Kawar, you must engage in sex. Specifically, female oral stimulation. Don't tell me you are a virgin?"

Mira flushed a deep red. "No! I'm not... look, I'm about to complete my minor in Female Sexuality. I have a girlfriend, okay? I know how to pleasure a woman."

Professor Castelain snorted. "Based on this," she said, jabbing her finger on the paper, "I very much doubt that."

Mira felt her nervousness start to shift to irritation. "Well, Professor," she said, doing her best to remain polite, "I think I would be able to understand this better if you were to explain to me what I got wrong."

Professor Castelain's lips parted into a wolfish smile. There was a bit of hunger behind her eyes, and Mira felt as though she was being undressed with just a look. She felt her loins warming up under the gaze of this powerful, intelligent woman.

The Professor rose to her feet and walked over to a cabinet in the corner of the room. Mira watched the woman's ass, perfectly blanketed in a black skirt, sway with confidence and poise. "Professor Bouvier, the chair of the viticulture department, says that you have an excellent nose and palate for wine." She reached inside the cabinet and grabbed a bottle and two glasses. "Care for a drop?"

Mira couldn't understand the change in Professor Castelain's behavior, but maybe if she played along, the Professor would cut her a break. "I wouldn't mind a drop. That's a nice bottle."

Professor Castelain sat down and poured out two glasses of red wine, turning the bottle expertly in her hand. "That's what you are working towards, yes? A degree in viticulture and tasting. You wish to be a sommelier."

Mira took the glass offered to her and sniffed it, turning the wine around inside the glass. "Lovely on the nose. Apricots and raspberry. Maybe a hint of the sea. Good legs, as well."

Professor Castelain took a long, deliberate sip. Her tongue swept across the redness on her rich, full lips. "I've got no palate for wine. What I do have a palate for, however, is cunt." She said it matter-of-factly, as though discussing the weather.

Mira choked on her wine, gasping as she set her wine glass down. "What? I... I'm sorry Professor, did I hear you correctly?"

"Oh, don't act so surprised. You know what my research is about. But that's research." She turned the wine around in her glass, lips pulled back into a self-satisfied smirk. "Cunt tasting is more of an art form. A pastime. But it can certainly be enlightening, and fuel further research. And I think you have the qualities to be quite good at it. Now, my question for you is this - do you want a passing grade on this paper?"

Mira felt her fingers tighten around the stem of her glass. She needed this grade. "How do I do that?"

"I'm going to give you a practical lesson on oral stimulation." Professor Castelain stood up, and Mira felt herself shrink in her seat. The look in the Professor's eyes was domineering, demanding, requiring her complete submission. "And if I deem your progress satisfactory, I will pass you. Does that seem fair?"

Mira whimpered, shifting her legs as her cunt began to leak. "I have a girlfriend."

Professor Castelain walked around her desk and back to the office door. She turned the lock. "Monogamy is for those of us who don't aspire for sexual greatness. I believe you are meant for more. Stand up and take off your dress."

Mira could feel objections in her throat, but she could not use her mouth to voice them. After all, how many times had she fantasized about Professor Castelain? Sometimes even when she was in bed with her girlfriend, she thought about the Professor, imagined her strong fingers pushing inside of her, tonguing her pussy, and now she had the opportunity to learn from Professor Emmanuelle Castelain, the young phenom in the field of female sexuality.

Mira stood up and reached for the hem of her sundress. Taking a deep breath, she pulled it up and over her head, casting it onto the floor of the dark office. Her pert young breasts were exposed to the cool air of the room, revealing her rich, brown areolas and sharp nipples. She wore a pair of pink white panties, the crotch of which was marked by a wet patch. The smell of her cunny rose with a breeze drifting in from the large window behind the professor's desk.

Mira's cheeks flushed red as the Professor approached, her eyes surveying Mira's body like a hungry lioness. "Is your cunt already wet?"

Mira nodded.

"Use your words," the professor hissed, her hand snaking down to cup Mira's cunt aggressively.

"Yes," Mira said, a moan straining her throat as her pussy throbbed through her panties into Professor Castelain's hand.

"Yes, Professor," the Professor corrected. She massaged Mira's cunt with one hand, causing the young woman to squirm and writhe. Her other hand reached out and gripped her student's throat firmly as she leaned her face in for a kiss. "First tasting - the mouth."

Mira leaned in eagerly, her breath struggling to make it through as Professor Castelain squeezed her throat. Their lips met, and she felt the harshness and power of the Professor's tongue, probing and strong. She fought back, and slowly, their tongues lashing against one another became entwined in an intense, powerful dance. This was nothing like kissing her wispy blonde girlfriend. Professor Castelain's aroma, her power, her body, all of it drove arousal through Mira's entire being.

When the Professor released her, she smacked her lips. "Innocent, fresh and delightful. A little bit of spice and bite, which is interesting for such a simply aged sample. As you'll see, Miss Kawar, your notes on the art of kissing were lacking in detail and sophistication. Sloppy kissing will never achieve superior results."

Mira, gasping, could only nod along. "Yes, Professor. Please teach me more, Professor." She was still painfully, uncomfortably aware of the woman's hand on her cunt. How badly she wanted to hump it like a wild animal, and yet she knew she could not do so. She had to obey the Professor.

Professor Castelain laughed. "Oh, you are a specimen, yes." She dragged her tongue down Mira's neck, sending shivers down the young woman's spine, and then descended to her breasts. "You neglected to fully explore the nipples in your paper. Let me demonstrate." Mira grunted and grinded her hips against the Professor's hand as the woman sucked on her left nipple, rolling it between her teeth, then clamping down.

"Ow, ow," Mira whimpered, twisting. The professor continued her assault, now using her tongue to flick across the right nipple before sucking on it tenaciously.

"Sharp, tough nipples for your age. You have a rebellious and stubborn spirit. Hard to break." The professor stepped back for a moment and wiped her mouth. "Take off your panties and lie on the desk."

"Yes, Professor," Mira said, panting as she gratefully removed her soaked panties. Her cunt was inflamed and almost seemed to exhale with relief as the cool air of the office ran through her pubic lips. She lay down on the table.

"Legs spread wide," the professor said. Mira did as she was bid, spreading her legs and placed her feet at opposing corners of the desk. She felt suddenly exposed as Professor Castelain stood over her, examining her loins with a critical gaze. Her tight, puffy pussy pulsed with expectation.

Mira yelped as she felt sharp nails rake through her dark pubic hair, trimmed down to a nice fuzz. The Professor lowered her head and Mira watched as her sharp nose sniffed around her cunt. "I don't care for the presentation. The pubic hair should be shaved or kept natural for full aroma. Based on your scent profile, I expect you to shave completely going forward."

"Going forward?" Mira said, gasping as she was rewarded by a smack on her ass. "Sorry, Professor. But will you be doing this again, Professor?"

"We will do this until I deem your training complete, Miss Kawar. Now, observe my technique." Mira let out a deep and primal groan of pleasure as Professor Castelain's tongue dragged a long, probing lick across her labia, from the base to the hood of her clit. "Excellent, supple texture. Hints of apples and candy. Fresh and virginal. Needs more seasoning to reach perfect flavor profile."

Mira moaned as the tongue began to circle the outer labia, then flicked up lazily to scoop up at the clit. "Oh, Professor, that feels so good," she said.

"Yes, this appears to be your girlfriend's preferred pattern. She was your first. She took you upon the sweaty sheets of a dormitory bedroom. Her technique is lazy and unrefined. Allow me to demonstrate."

Mira couldn't fully understand what the Professor did with her tongue. It seemed to force its way inside her pussy and then out with a violent motion, striking her clit rhythmically and repeatedly, with more force each time. All she knew was that she was very rapidly approaching orgasm. It was frothing in her loins, churning and rising with each rotation of that skilled tongue.

"Professor, I'm going to... oh... oh..." It took her by surprise, as she gasped her way her climax. Her eyelids fluttered and her hands curled around the edges of the desk as her hips bucked and squirmed under the force of the Professor's tongue. "Oh god..." she rasped, when the shudders abided. "You... I've never come like that, Professor. So fast. So intense."

Professor Castelain rose and grabbed a tissue from the holder at the edge of the desk. She wiped down her lips and mouth, which was smeared with lipstick and cum. Her own face was flushed and Mira was certain she smelled unfamiliar cunny in the air, mixed with her own arousal, creating a delicious atmosphere of eroticism. Mira sat up on the desk, feeling the cold wood beneath her squelch with the wetness of her discharge.

"You lack self control. We will need to work on that. But as you can see, there are many forms and techniques to oral stimulation. Your report barely scratched the surface." Professor Castelain began to unbutton her blouse. "Now that I have demonstrated, you will practice your techniques upon my body."

Mira licked her lips, trying not to drool. She had wanted to see her professor naked for a very long time now, and this was a dream come true. Professor Castelain was not wearing a bra. As she threw her blouse on the floor, her large breasts flopped tantalizingly, showing off rosy areolas and puffy nipples. Though not as perky as Mira's, there was little sag and they stood out magnificently over the woman's toned and slender midriff.

"Taste," the professor said, stepping forward and holding out her breasts for Mira. Mira dutifully leaned forward. Her tongue, normally impatient and eager to venture south, decided to linger this time. She traced patterns around her professor's areola, surprised by the texture. Where she lingered she found she could taste familiar paths, trace them with her tongue. She focused on the right nipple first, and though it resisted her efforts initially, she eventually coaxed it into her mouth. It was soft and sweet, suggesting Professor Castelain had a gentle side to her.

Mira flushed with pride when she elicited a moan from the professor and she delivered similar attentions to the other nipple, this time using her teeth as taught. "Gentle, gentle, judge the texture of the nipple," the Professor said and Mira adjusted, just dragging her teeth along the exposed bud of the nipple. A whiff of cunny rose into the air in response, and Mira grinned in triumph.

"You learn quickly, as I expected. A worthy student. Now, on your knees."

"Yes, Professor." Mira quickly hopped down from the table and got on her knees before her professor. Professor Castelain unzipped her skirt and let it slide down to her heels before stepping out of them. She wore a set of black lacy panties that hugged her toned and powerfully shaped derriere and made Mira's heartbeat race down to her cunt.

The professor sat down on the chair Mira had used earlier and spread her legs, settling them on the arms of the chair. Her black heels came down to rest on Mira's shoulders, the sharp points of the shoes digging into the young woman's flesh. "Do you want to taste your first real cunt?" the professor said, gesturing at her loins, still concealed under her lacy underwear.

Mira nodded her head fervently. All thoughts of her girlfriend, of decency, of shame, or academic integrity were gone - all she wanted was to eat out Professor Castelain. To serve and study under her, to become an expert cunt taster.

"Yes, Professor. Please Professor, I want to taste your cunny," she said, her tongue lolling helplessly from her mouth.

Professor Castelain smiled. A genuine, mirthful smile that split her face and went to her eyes. Her fingers found the ties that fastened the underwear up at her hips and loosed them. A shift of her pelvis and she was unburdened of her undergarments, and cast them to the floor.

"Breathe it in. And then taste," she declared, digging the heels of her shoes into Mira's back and pulling her in closer to her loins.

Mira's eyes and nose watered as the beautiful vision of Professor Castelain's cunt was revealed to her. A wild, untamed dark mass of pubic hair wafted a rich, musky smell into Mira's nose. Beneath that lay rosy, thick public lips, engorged and dripping down onto the leather seat. Her clitoris was exposed, inviting, ready for a taste. Thin fuzzy dark hairs trailed the globes of her glorious ass, creating a thin scrubland around her loins. Below the pussy was a small, wrinkled crater, which winked mischievously at Mira.

"Start from the bottom," Professor Castelain said. "In your paper, you completely neglected oral stimulation of the anus and perineum. You need to be educated." She used her hands to spread her buttocks, giving Mira better access to those regions.

Mira leaned forward, her tongue hesitating for a moment as the harsh scent of the professor's lower valley touched her nostrils. She had never eaten another woman's asshole before. But Professor Castelain's asshole was so beautiful, so inviting. Mira acquiesced to her urges and issued a tentative flick of her tongue.

The taste was unusual, but mild and not unpleasant. She got the vaguest hints of clay and dust, copper and the smell of wet pebbles. The texture was fun to play with and her tongue began to scrape and slap its way around the contours of her professor's rosebud.

Professor Castelain moaned, her legs wrapping tighter around Mira's shoulders. "Yes, Miss Kawar, that is excellent work. Do you taste flavors, impressions?"

Mira's retracted her tongue, relishing the taste of her professor's ass in her mouth. "Yes, I do, Professor. It's hard to describe but I feel them. And I feel people... other tongues. Fingers."

"My previous lovers. Those who have plumbed

mon cul

in the past. Yes, you are learning. Proceed upwards."

Mira happily proceeded up to the perineum. She had never played with this or had it played with - indeed she hadn't known there was any pleasure to be found there. The hairs on Professor Castelain's ass tickled her nose as her tongue flicked and slapped against the tight flesh of her taint.

"Use your teeth," the professor grunted, grinding her hips into Mira's face.

Mira's teeth clamped down on the flesh, causing the professor to howl with pleasure. Encouraged, Mira proceeded upwards, finally lapping her tongue against the older woman's pussy. The folds of her labia were soft, melting into her mouth and the flavor was surprisingly subtle, contrasting with the earthiness of the taste of asshole still lingering in her mouth. Mira could feel the path of old lovers, more faintly here, and she tried to mimic them. Side to side, then dipping inside the soft, pillowy folds of her labia. Fluids released added to the scent of arousal, a rich broth. She tasted laurel, cane sugar, mint.

Mira's mind was overwhelmed. She was lapping away without thought or reason now, her tongue sweeping up to suck the clit in counterpoint with its violent assault of her professor's pussy. Professor Castelain's legs wrapped around her head, bringing them closer in a violent embrace of tongue and cunny.

"Mon dieu!"

The Professor's orgasm was violent and primal, the scream erupting from the core of her cunt and erupting over Mira's face and shoulders, drenching her. The professor grinded her hips, following through with the rhythm of Mira's tongue, unyielding in its delivery. Only when the Professor was satisfied did she pull her legs free from Mira's head, releasing the young woman and settling her feet on the arms of the chair. She proudly displayed her satisfied cunt, dripping and engorged, to the woman whose face she had just marked with her climax.