After Claire and Teresa were let down by a couple of ‘boys’, they decided that they needed to teach them a lesson about sexually satisfying a woman
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The unwritten rule about corporate conferences was “What happens at Kick-off stays at Kick-off”.
(Teressa shares her story). It was only a week after the ‘Kick-off’ conference, when Michael, my failed conference pickup, came round and was leaning (or should I say leering) over my desk partition. After my little tête-à-tête (and chatte-à-chatte) with Claire, I have decided to sex-up my office attire a bit. I lean back in my chair so my new blouse with the plunging neckline pushes my very evident cleavage out to button-popping point. I flash him my sexiest smile and flick a wisp of hair away from my face.
“Hi Michael! All recovered from ‘Kick-off’? Want to catch up after Friday night drinks?”
“L..lo…ve t…o” he splutters with his eyes popping at the sight of the new me! Claire across the way smiles at me and gives me a little ‘thumbs-up’. We have something special planned for sweet innocent Michael.
The work week drags along in anticipation of Friday’s after-work drinks. At 10 to 5, I close down my computer and head to The Ladies to change into something more suitable for a Friday evening. Claire has helped me update my wardrobe with more alluring clothes. As I step into a cubicle with my bag, Claire arrives and pushes in beside me.
“Here’s to ‘Operation Mike’s Ed’!” she exclaims as she pulls me in for a deep kiss. We help each other out of our office clothes including bras and knickers. In the crush of the cubicle we embrace enjoying the tingle of naked breasts caressing.
“I am so looking forward to this”.
We help each other into skimpy thongs. Tonight will be a ‘free nipple’ night. I slip on a little black dress with deeply scooped décolletage and high hem-line, then zip on long black boots. The 5" heels ensures my arse twerks my dress as I walk.
Claire, the cheeky devil, pulls on a red lacy dress. Well the word ‘dress’ might be a slight exaggeration. The shoe-string straps barely hold up the two pieces of material that barely cover her voluptuous breasts and finally join at her navel. The lace catches on her perky nipples just keeping her breasts from falling out; her just visible red nips are cleverly disguised by the red material. Her back is completely bare with the ‘dress’ coming round her waist at butt-crack height. With barely 10" from ‘waist’ to hem and her red thong clearly visible through the lace, Claire looks fucking hot. She finishes her ensemble with red sandals atop 6" heels. There will be a lot of boners at drinks tonight.
With our office clothes stuffed in our bags, we head on out. Most of the girls have changed but Claire is the one that jerks a lot of necks straining to get an eye-full. I get a few glances too as people see the new-me flaunting my body for the first time. Most of the men’s idea of drinks-night dress is to remove their tie.
We all head across the road to the pub. Michael zeroes in and offers to get drinks. Claire is my wing-woman for the evening, or more to the point, I am Claire’s wing-woman which helps keep the number of times she get hit-on down. We both order white wine spritzers with the intent of minimizing our alcohol intake for the night — we have to keep our wits about us for what we have planned.
Michael hangs around all evening like a love-sick puppy.
By about 9 o’clock, the die-hards are settling in at the bar but there is a fair trickle of people heading home. I slip Claire a key, give her a peck on the cheek, and she heads out to door. I turn to Michael and say, “Come on, drink up Mikey, we have a date remember!”
We finally head out to hail a cab. My apartment is only 15 minutes away. I get my key out of my purse and unlock the door. Mike is such a ‘boy’; he’s not even gentleman enough to open the door for me.
As we step inside, Claire steps forward now sans sandals and thong I notice. She is quite short without heels.
“Surprise!” she exclaims, throwing her arms around Mike’s neck and giving him a big sloppy kiss.
Michael is dumb-struck, his jaw drops open and his eyes are popping out of his head.
“Well after your pretty feeble performance at ‘Kick-off’, we thought we would spice things up for you. You obviously have some things to learn about satisfying a woman, so I’ve brought my fuck-buddy Claire along to help in your sexucation!” I explain to him.
Mike stumbles along like a stunned mullet as Claire and I grope him and drag him into the bedroom. We have his shirt off by the time we push him onto the bed. I pull his shoes and socks off whilst Claire unzips his trousers and we pull them down together. There’s no sexiness about Mike’s vest and ‘grandpa’ boxers, but they soon join his other clothes.
“Wh.. wh.. what are you doing?” he stutters.
“Just getting you ready for your first lesson” I explain.
With shrugs, Claire and I slip our dresses off and my thong quickly follows. We push his legs apart and straddle one leg each rubbing our pussies for some initial stimulation. We both lean forward and caress his balls and rising erection.
Michael, eyes bulging, looks confused with his eyes darting from breasts to faces. “So you two are….. you know?” he blubbers.
“Well not exactly” replies Claire. “After you and Ben left us totally unsatisfied that night at Kick-off, we sort of found ourselves in my room and ended up finishing what you two couldn’t” Claire explains.
“So that’s why we’ve got you here” I chimed in, “to teach you some home truths about how to really satisfy a woman”.
“You might have heard about operas” retorted Claire, “the shows not over till the fat lady sings. Although perhaps you haven’t, you don’t seem to be the sort of guy that would take a lady to the opera. Let me put it another way. Sex isn’t over till your lady has orgasmed at least once, or you’re so bad that she boots you out.”
I add, “It’s very simple really, just three little words, ‘She Comes First!’”
“Good sex is so much more than you getting a hard-on” I explain as I worm my way up his body till my wet pussy is just an inch or two from his cock that is thickening in my grasp. “It’s more than shoving this up a cunt”, as I twist his cock down to rub his glans across my moist lips, “and unloading your cum”.
Claire climbs off his leg and over his chest till her vulva hovers over his face. “A guy’s centre of sexual pleasure might be his cock, but a woman’s pleasure centre is NOT her cunt, but up here, at her clitoris”. She spreads her labia and then her clitoral hood to expose her pearl to show him. “Here, put you tongue on it to feel it”, she says lowering her sex onto his mouth.
“Come on, be a man, don’t be a pussy. Eat me, more tongue, more lips, but NO teeth. Think of French Kissing me! That’s it. Now you’re getting the hang of it”. Claire is squirming and twisting riding Mike’s face for every ounce of pleasure she can get out of him.
Meanwhile, I have slid across his hips rubbing my vulva and clit especially along the back of his cock. Claire and I both lean forward to kiss and fondle each other’s breasts. Mike is aware of something going on though with his face covered he can’t see anything. But his own arousal is rising as he wriggles under the weight of me trying to gain access. I slide back down off him and say “Now, now. Not so fast. We will take you to the edge a couple of times and then back off so that you don’t come before we do. You understand?”
A muffled grunt emanates from under Claire. The vibration on her clit sends a shudder through her body and she proceeds to work her whole vulva harder across his face. “Now lick and suck the opening of my vag. Work your tongue in there if you can,” she directs. “Good boy. Now you’re learning!”.
I return to my own clit stimulation rubbing along the back of his cock. As I pause, I think I can feel the throb of his big veins. My natural lubricant is flowing and I am slipping and sliding. I have to be careful not to let him slip into my pussy. My clit feels like it is swelling and my outer labia are too and seem to be wrapped half way around his shaft so that I can feel the extra sensation of my inner labia and vaginal opening sliding along his length. My arousal is rising, the Big O is not far off.
Mike’s lesson has been going for 15 or 20 minutes. Claire’s gyrations have been intensifying when she lets out a sort of moan and grunt, then lifting her body off Mike’s face, lets a gush of squirt cascade over his face and into his mouth.
With a cough and a splutter, Mike calls out “What the fuck was that?”
“That my dear boy is an orgasmic squirt. Not all woman do, but THAT is how you know when I have cum!” explains Claire.
With all of the excitement, my own orgasm hits with my whole body shaking (I’m not a squirter). “Now my dear boy, now that WE have cum, you are allowed to cum!”
With that I slide my vulva all the way up to the tip of his glans sitting at the entrance to my love tunnel. With his glans caught in my vaginal entrance, I am ‘locked and loaded’. I lift a little pulling him into an uptight position then quickly and easily slide straight down onto his length and proceed to fuck him mercilessly.
In no time I feel his cock twitching and I know he can’t be far from coming. This triggers my own deep vaginal orgasm as my Kegal muscles clamp around his thickness, pulling him in as far as they can, then finally sucking his load of spunk and holding him in for what seems like eternity, well at least 20–30 seconds.
Breathless, Claire and I flop into each other’s arms. Mike, similarly exhausted, flops out of me, then we all collapse back onto the bed.
“Well, not bad for your first lesson Mike,” states Claire.
“Wow, I see what you mean about you coming first,” replies Mike.
“Well, since there’s no work tomorrow we can continue with lesson two later tonight. How do you like your eggs for breakfast?” I continue. "Wet and sloppy I hope, but definitely NOT fertilized!"
“Can we catch up again next Friday?” asks Mike.
“Sorry mate,” explains Claire. “We have some lessons booked for Ben”.
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This story was originally published by the author at "https://medium.com/tantalizing-tales/extending-michaels-sexucation-a12534bd2f2c" on Mar.20 2023, in the Medium Publication "Tantalizing Tales".
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