Reining Her In — Part 2: After Dinner

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Reining Her In - Part 1

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She called me a Wombat? WTF

This was Ben’s first reaction when Mike told him about Teresa and Claire calling them a pair of “Wombats” after that night at the company “Kick Off”, and then the insult of “giving him a lesson” about pleasuring women.

“That fucking cunt, Claire. She’s the one that seduced me up to her room, then spent her time leaning against the window and waving to someone outside. Then she had the cheek to accuse ME of not ‘pleasuring’ HER, when she didn’t show any interest in wanting to be pleasured!” Ben thought to himself. “She’d be a great fuck if she just dropped the attitude!”

It was Monday lunchtime when Mike told Ben about Friday night. Ben started formulating a plan to set Claire straight, to rein her in. The afternoon’s work took a back seat to his thinking. Every time he walked past Claire, she flirted with him or as she sashayed past his desk swirling her short skirt flicking a lock of hair or casually playing with her unbuttoned blouse to show off her ample cleavage.

“So she wants to be pleasured more, does she? Hmmm! Let me see:-

• First I mustn't cum too soon — twice daily wanking all week should minimize my load and lower my sensitivity — tick!
• Secondly an extra hard erection — get some Viagra from big brother — tick!
• Lots of preliminaries and foreplay — crank up the ‘wow’ factor with some fine dining and romance — tick!”

Friday morning Teresa called in sick so Claire had to change her plan to a one-woman lesson. But at quarter to five just as Claire was thinking of getting ready for Happy Hour drinks, Ben came up and said “Come on Claire, we’re skipping drinks tonight — I’m taking you to dinner!”

(Claire continues:-)

“Dinner? Uh, uh… OK!”

“I’ll pick you up at 6:30 then. Dress up a bit! Cut the slut!” directed Ben and then walked out.

“What the fuck just happened” thinks Claire. “He’s gone and turned my lesson plans on it’s head. How am I going get through to him now?”

Standing in front of her wardrobe, Claire ponders the “cut the slut” directive. To some people, only her ‘sweats’ would be non-slutty enough. Seeing as they were going to dinner she selects her most conservative little black dress even though its neckline shows off her ample bust and it’s hem is rather short. Following the ‘conservative’ thought she decides that bra and nickers would be ‘de rigueur’ but she selects her sexiest set just in case they do get that far.

At six thirty on the dot there is a knock on her apartment door. Opening the door she is surprised to find a very handsome well dressed young gentleman. “What happened to that ‘boy’ from work?” she thinks. Her surprise deepens as he takes her hand and guides her to the red Porsche parked outside. He opens the door and takes her hand to guide her down onto the low seat.

Claire has a sudden twinge of shyness and modestly keeps her knees tightly together as she slides in. It seems the slutty Claire that wouldn’t think twice about flashing her knickers to a guy, has taken leave of her senses. As Ben slides in beside her she demurely tugs the hem of her dress down as far as she can.

When Ben starts the engine there is a deep throaty rumble that comes up through the seat that Claire feels through her core. “So this is why they call these sorts of cars sexy!” she thinks to her self.

With a roar and the squeal of rubber Ben speeds down the street and in no time is on the motorway toward the city. Claire is still too stunned for words with the way the evening has started. Ben breaks the silence with “I hope you like Italian food. I have something very special planned”.

Claire finally finds her tongue - “Nice car. Had it long”?

“A few years” replies Ben. “I got it for my 18th birthday”.

After a bit of small talk, Claire notices that they have gone through the city and are approaching the harbour. Ben swings the car round onto the harbour-side boulevard then slows and turns into the underground car-park of a swank looking apartment block using a key-card for access. “I didn’t know there was a restaurant around this area” declares Claire.

“Oh, very exclusive dinning,” retorts Ben.

Ben swings the car into the vacant parking spot next to the lift foyer. Claire notices the parking bay sign, ‘Penthouse only’. “Shit, this guy’s got some cheek,” she thinks.

Ben hands Claire out of the car and guides her into the foyer and summons the lift. Once in the lift he swipes his card-key again and presses the ‘Penthouse’ button (25th floor). “Well if there is an exclusive restaurant around here, of course it would be at the Penthouse level,” thinks Claire.

After a swift 30 seconds, the lift slows and the doors open. Claire’s jaw drops and her eyes bulge as she sees not a restaurant but a luxurious apartment lounge room.

“Benvenuto nella mia casa,” declares Ben with a sweep of his arm. “Welcome to my home”.

Fortunately Ben has his arm around Claire’s waist which stops her collapsing in disbelief. “How do you afford to live here?” Claire blurts out without thinking.

“O, I own it,” declares Ben. “In fact my family owns the whole building. My family name is Giovani, though I don’t like that to be known at work”.

“But that’s the bosses name isn’t it?” asks Claire.

“Well yes,” replies Ben shyly. “I don’t like it to be known. I made it very clear to Papa that I wanted to make a life of my own in business without family help, so please keep that secret”.

“So you’re Italian then? Ben isn’t an Italian name though?” asks Claire.

“I was Christened Benito, but when we came out here when I was just a kid, Benito was a hated name, being associated with Mussolini and I hated being called a ‘wog’, so I Anglicized my name to simply Ben.”

“But enough of family history. Let me get you a drink”.

Ben guides Claire out onto the balcony. The rays of the setting sun light the harbour with an ethereal glow. A couple of yachts’ sails glow pink. Other boats’ navigation lights twinkle green and red. The honks of the commuter ferries echo up the harbour. On the opposite shore, house and apartment lights are coming on to welcome business people home from work as meals are being prepared. For a moment Claire’s slutty mind wonders how many people across there are being seduced into bed or wives ushering lovers out the back door before their husbands get home!

Ben breaks her reverie arriving with a tray with glasses of prosecco and bowls of olives and cheeses. Claire has a little giggle when she sees Ben has a white napkin over his arm — “Ben the waiter — who’d have thought!”.

As they finish their aperitivo, Ben takes her hand and draws her up to him. She grasps his arm to steady herself and feels his bulging biceps. Their faces are just inches apart. His black eyes sparkle and a broad smile of pearly white teeth splits his strong Mediterranean face. His hand reaches out to lightly brush some hair off her neck and his warm breath sends a shiver down her spine and her heart skips a beat.

“Come sit at the kitchen bench whilst I finish preparing dinner” he says in a seductive voice that she imagines inviting her into his bedroom.

Ben places a plate under the fridge’s ice-maker and presses the button. From inside the fridge he gets a dozen oysters and some slices of lemon.

“Oooh. Aphrodisiacs! Not that I need them tonight,” thinks Claire, as she squirms a little on her stool feeling the wet patch in her nickers developing. As Claire swirls the mollusc around her palette she imagines she has just slurped cum from his exploding cock. She leans over and kisses Ben snowballing the oyster between their lips before she swallows it.

“Mia bella,” says Ben, putting his hand around her neck and drawing her in for a deep ‘bacio alla francese’. Their tongues caress for a minute, then Ben turns back to the stove.

The timer bell on the oven sounds — Ben has obviously planned and programmed the oven cooking schedule. Ben checks the oven and the delicious aroma of spiced roast lamb fills the room. The saucepan of water has come to the boil and he drops a bundle of asparagus in. He takes a jug of prepared gravy from the fridge and pops it into the micro-wave.

With their oysters finished, Ben fetches a bottle of Sangiovese from the wine-rack he has under the mezzanine stairs and pours a couple of glasses.

Plates are set out. A bowl of ‘pane di casa’ is to one side. For secondi Ben brings the tray from the oven and brings out a crown of roast lamb with oregano and rosemary herbs, along with roast potato wedges and pumpkin. The asparagus is drained. Ben carves the lamb and plates their dinner. He carries the dinner plates, bread and gravy boat and Claire brings their drinks to the dining table. He seats Claire and drapes a napkin across her lap then sits opposite. “Buon appetito” Ben declares.

With the main course finished topped off with home made gelato, Ben makes a couple of cups of strong Italian caffe and they retire to the lounge overlooking the harbour. The sun has set and the twinkling harbour lights and warm summer breeze through the balcony door say romance.

Read about what happens after dinner in the next episode.

Note: “Wombat” — an Australia marsupial that eats roots and leaves. Read the first episode for the background.

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This story was originally published by the author at "https://medium.com/tantalizing-tales/reining-her-in-part-1-864acc3260f8" on Apr.10 2023, in the Medium Publication "Tantalizing Tales".

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Extending Michael’s Sexucation

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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The Clitoral 'Erection'

"WTF are you talking about Thomas? A 'Clitoral Erection'? Guys have erections - we all know about that and seen them. But a 'clit' is just the size of a pea, isn't it? How can a clit have an 'erection'?"

A Good Erection requires Perfect Alignment
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Some Anatomical Facts of Embryonic Development

Before c.2017, medical research of fetal development of the cavernosa was almost exclusively about penis development. In 2018, Baskin et al published "Development of the Human Penis and Clitoris".

This "VeryWell Mind" web-site  gives a good simplified introductory overview.

1. The first 2 weeks after conception are the Germinal stage, up to when the multiplying cluster of cells implants in the uterine wall.
2. Then comes the Embryonic stage; the cluster of cells have already differentiated into three layers. At about 4 weeks, the neural tube forms which will develop into the brain and nervous systems; the head is forming and the small cluster of cells that will become the heart start to pulse. By week 5, buds form that will become arms and legs, and internally, the circulatory system is forming. Specific to this post is the formation of a couple of very specific blood vessels, the 'corpus cavernosa' (note: there are two 'cavernosum'). These differ from arterial and venous vessels, in that they are full of a spongy cellular structure that swells as they fill with blood. These are the basis of the formation of the genitals. Note that at this stage, the embryo is still physically asexual. (Some researchers have claimed that all fetuses up to differentiation, are 'female', but personally I think 'asexual' better describes them).
3. At around 6 weeks, it is in the Fetal stage. Around 14 weeks, the 'differentiation' process starts when gender specific organs develop. Specifically, in the male, the cavernosa become sheathed in skin which will become the penis. In the female, the cavernosa form the clitoral structure which becomes the base on which the labia grow to form the vulva. The full clitoral structure is shaped like a 'wish bone'; the 'head' of the clitorus is the female equivalent of the male's penis glans, and is the only part of the clitoral structure externally visible. The urethra passes between the two cavernosa 'legs' of the clitoris and the ends of the cavernosa form the entrance of the vagina, the 'G-spot'.

Anatomical Ability of a Clitoral Erection

So you can see that the female anatomy has an analogous internal structure to the penis, and thus is capable of an equivalent 'erection', even though shorter (average about 4"/10cm) than the average penis. Sure, the word 'erection' implies a structure arising (externally). So whilst the female cavernosa fill with blood and swell and harden like a penis, it is all internal, so technically not an 'erection' by the strictest definition of the word. 'HealthLine' has a good recent article on the subject, "14 Things to Know About Clitoral Erections".

So What Does a Clitoral 'Erection' Look Like. 

The head of the clit, it's glans, can swell and harden. The vulva swells slightly and the labia (lips) become full. The inner labia (minora) push out through the outer labia (majora). The labia become flushed (vive la chatte rouge). Some have described it as looking like a flower blossom opening. The bottom end of the labia spread the vaginal opening. Some have described it like the labia are whispering "Avanti! (Come in!)".

The Female Perspective - Some Questions

I won't presume to write about something that I've only observed a couple of times, and I'm relying on anecdotal descriptions and the little there is in the literature. But what I would really like is to get some feedback from my female readers (use the comments or write your own blog response). Are you aware of the ability of your clitoris to have an erectile type response? Apart from the outward visible engorgement/swelling of the clitoral head/glans, have you experienced full vulva engorgement, including 'blossoming' of the labia and 'gaping' vagina? Does arousal of your G-spot send feelings up the full length of your clitoral structure?

The Epidemic of (Sexually) Uneducated Males

Even medical web-sites like 'Healthline - Human Body Systems' describe the penis in detail under "Reproductive System (Male)", but "Reproductive System (Female)" only discusses the vagina (and uterus and Fallopian tubes); the vulva and clitoris are totally ignored. As long as sexual education only focuses on reproduction and not on sexual arousal, will the 'orgasm gap' continue!

The "orgasm gap" is well known, but the truth of the cause is not well understood. Men complain about their wives losing interest is sex, as if it's the wife's fault, when in fact it is the male's fault in that he never learned to arouse his wife, to give her any clitoral erections and orgasms. So often women have to satisfy themselves. Is it any wonder that some women turn to other female company, either 'bi' or lesbian, because a woman knows how another woman can be aroused - "Why can't a man love more like a woman?"

If only men were taught that women have an organ just like their penis and can have 'erections' just like them. Men need to learn to watch and learn from how women arouse themselves, massaging their clitoris head and their labia and vulva. Of course, another person can arouse in a way that a woman alone can't - the tongue!

NOTE TO ALL MEN - a women's sexual centre is NOT the vagina. From their teens, men learn that sex is all about their penis, its erection and orgasm, then when they start fucking women, it is still about their penis ejaculating into a vagina.

Do Dildos Perpetuate the Penis Preeminence Myth?

The promotion of dildos to women, I suspect is due to male owned sex toy manufacturers. When I read more honest women's reviews of dildo use, I hear women saying that with dildo-in-vagina they still don't reach orgasm. Is it any wonder that at least there is a move to clitoral stimulation 'toys'.

Outercourse vs Intercourse

One work-around is 'outercourse' where his penis and her vulva rub against and arouse each other. But in typical male fashion, he knows it as a "pussy slide", something that the woman does to him to arouse him. It was only recently that I read a woman's take, calling it a penis massaging her vulva. Perhaps its all about who's on top, "in the drivers seat"! (Of course the penis can be replaced with another vulva for intimate massaging.)

From this position, once both have been equally aroused, and her 'erection' is calling "Avanti", then it is a simple slide into coitus.

Good Sex is a Shared Experience - She Comes First

The number one rule of good sex is that he delays his gratification, focusing on her arousal with extended fore-play, until "She comes first!".

Cunnilingus - Techniques, Do's, Don'ts and Attitude

When I saw the prompt for 'The Oral Sex Project' was "Oral Techniques", I thought it was time I collected and refreshed a group of posts from 2012 & 2013. They were written from a male perspective, in primarily transactional sex situations and were originally targeted at fellow 'punters'. Those posts started out with "Cunnilingus 101" which is by far my most frequently read post, passing 6000 views in 9 years, and still gets 1 or 2 views per day. In this compilation essay, I present them in a different order, starting with a question from a reader.

Co-incidentally, the current "4Thoughts" meme prompt is "Addiction" and I can't think of anything more addictive in sex than the visual, olfactory, tactile, aural and palatable delights of cunnilingus.

(Gender note: This was written 9 years ago where he/him and she/her had their traditional meanings. Any use of 'male' references should be read to include all 'givers' of cunnilingus, and she/her refers to persons with a vulva).

Why Doesn't She Respond to Cunnilingus?

The simple answer is - use your tongue - TALK TO HER!

Does she want you 'down there' at all?

Does she enjoy being touched and if so, where?

Does she enjoy self masturbation?  Some ladies just cannot bring themselves to have oral sex at all, either giving or receiving. Respect her.

Have you asked her how she likes it? Ask for directions!

Does she have any "turn offs"?  See "Cunnilingus Don'ts" below.

What responses were you expecting?  Every woman's response is different. (See "Cunnilingus Responses") If you go down with high expectations, then you are highly likely to be disappointed.  

Cunnilingus is NOT fore-play - there needs to be a lot of play before you go down. Below in "Cunnilingus 101", I cover a lot of basics around techniques.

There was a phrase used in old-fashioned marriage vows, "With my body I thee worship", that is worth revisiting.  Good "sex" is a 'whole of body and mind' experience by/for both partners.

Are you both enjoying yourselves?  Then enjoy the ride and be surprised at what might happen!

Cunnilingus 101

Don't get me wrong, I am not professing to be an expert, though many of my ladies have made very complimentary noises ("Oh my God, don't stop!"). In fact it was one of my lovely appreciative ladies that dubbed me "Thomas the Tongue Engine". I have learnt by trial and error (fortunately not too much of the later).  Also, I am writing as a male, but as I write below it is critical that you take guidance from your lady(s). Further many of the points raised come from my ladies themselves in our conversations

From the start, you need to understand that it is not just about technique, but like all good sex, is very much about attitude, mood and personal "connectedness".  So if you have come together with mutual 'joie de vivre' and desire for mutual pleasure, then you have started off on the right foot.  

Invitation to Dine At The “Y”?

Now it might seem trite and obvious, but ensure beforehand that the lady will be receptive, either by explicit or implicit Q&A in your introduction.  Remember, that in the commercial environment, not all ladies are willing to provide this level of service (see my "Respecting Personal Preferences and Space" post). Some ladies don't like it on a first visit - wait until you have got to know each other a bit. Also, time-of-day and time-of-month come into play. I have had some ladies turn down an offer because she has had “too many clients just trying to make me come”!  Personally, I find ladies most receptive in their first booking of the day/week, or last booking of the day when they are ready for some “me time”.

Preparation

Again, it might seem trite and obvious, but it still needs to be stated - make sure you have prepared yourself physically before your encounter - freshly smooth shaved, showered, deodorized, nails closely trimmed, teeth brushed and gargled, and of course you won't be 'going down there' if you have mouth ulcers, cracked lips or cold-sores (you don't want to be giving or receiving anything except pleasure)!

Warming Up

The "warm-up" and "get-to-know" phases are important.  Don't just dive straight in - there will be caressing, kissing, and discovering erogenous zones, neck, ear-lobes, breasts, nipples. Slowly work your way down her body with light kissing and licking, perhaps down one leg, up the inner thighs, across her pubes, then the other leg and back up, circling in on her sweet spot.

Anatomy 101

Lets pause at this point to ensure you have a working knowledge of the female genital anatomy - the outer and inner lips (labia), the location of the clitoris and urethra relative to the vaginal entrance (advanced Linguists will also need to know the location of the "G-spot").  Internet photos and video will help in understanding the enormous variety, but only with experience can you appreciate the variety of "innies", "outies" and "flaps", prominent and embedded clits, not to mention artificial adornments.

Technique - More Lips, Less Tongue

In terms of technique, I can't go much better than the phrase from fellow dearly departed blogger ‘The Barreness’ - "More lips, less tongue" (and definitely no teeth!).  Cunnilingus is much more akin to kissing than intercourse, and should not be seen as just an opportunity to fuck your lady with your tongue (or finger), though digital stimulation of her G-spot may be used by experienced practitioners once she is fully excited, if agreeable.

Its not a good idea to home straight in on her clit. Perhaps kiss your way up her inner thigh, circle the outer labia. Gently lick across the outer labia, very gently sucking each lip in turn. Lick up and down her slit, from her clit to gently parting her lips with your tongue. Well, you can work out the rest...

Be Sensitive to Feedback

Be guided by your lady’s responses. If in doubt ask her if she likes something. If she puts her hands on your head and pulls you hard into her or wraps her legs around you in a neck lock, then you know you are doing something right - just beware the orgasmic pelvic 'punch in the nose'.  Be aware that she will get super-sensitive and that you then need to pull back or stop (unless of course she screams “No! No! NO!!! DON’T STOP!!!”.

Also be aware of the variety or intensity and frequency of female orgasm. Some ladies will not come easily. Others only come once. There is a plateau state where a lady will shudder on the brink for some time. Mostly you will encounter clitoral orgasms, but deep vaginal orgasm typically from G-spot stimulation is something different. It wasn’t until I triggered one once that I now understand the difference - “My god.  I haven’t had one of those for months!” was her response.

Know When to Back Off

As part of your feedback, be sensitive about when it isn't working and when you need to back off. In your early attempts, don't be discouraged if you just can't make it work for your lady. Or it simply just might not be her day. Be respectful, and don't overstay your welcome.

Give Her Time To Recover

Be aware of her sensitivity afterwards. She might not be ready to progress straight into intercourse.

Post DATY Benefits

If you have pleasured your lady well, she will very likely be highly desirous to have her fill of you.

Cunnilingus Responses

Of the dozens and dozens of ladies I have had the pleasure and delight of "dining on", every one responded differently. I will try to roughly group them by similarity of response. I have a separate post dedicated exclusively to "O-O-O-OMG! The Female Orgasm".

The Unexpected

With many professional Ladies of Pleasure, orgasm can be a wearying drain on a day full of clients. Thus many refuse cunnilingus outright. I remember one lovely young thing agreeing, but saying that she probably wouldn't be able to cum - I was delighted to have her bucking in under 5 minutes. Another neophyte didn't even expect that she could or was "allowed" to cum in a commercial arrangement - she squealed with surprise and delight when she did.

One A Day

Not all ladies are able to be multi-orgasmic. One special buddy of mine, could only ever have one orgasm per day. So we timed our meetings so that that one was a mighty good one. (It's a bit like blogging - some people can write one or more times per day, but some of us struggle with a weekly post).

Vocality

Vocal response during orgasm varies from a small grunt and sigh, through "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh God, Yes!", to the "screamer"s - one lady I saw was nicknamed "Firecracker" - she went off so loudly that everybody in the place knew it. Some others wanted to, but bite on their wrist to hold it back. But beware, her verbal response is easily exaggerated. (For myself, I'm afraid I'm a 'quiet achiever'!)

Encouragement

When a lady is really starting to appreciate your ministrations you will receive encouraging signs. She will be pushing back into you. I have had ladies who I could swear their vulva was kissing me back. Then there are those that give directions - take notice - she knows what she likes so let her guide you. Then there are ladies that grab my head and pull my face hard against their cunt, twisting and squirming their pelvis against my face  - just be careful she doesn't suffocate you.

The Linctus of Love

Probably the first obvious response is lubricating. Like all the responses listed here, the degree will vary enormously from lady to lady and time to time. But from my experience at least, gushing or squirting is highly unlikely from cunnilingus alone, though there are the exceptions.

The "Lichter" Scale

I have had enough ladies 'in my face' to know that the intensity of the female orgasm is very much an individual thing and that 'stronger' does not automatically imply 'better', so I won't put any numbers on the Lichter scale. I have ladies who's orgasms are a ripple through their body. And I've had ladies who's orgasms seize their body totally stiff - pity me if I have their legs around my neck. There are orgasms that are a single contraction with perhaps a single after-spasm. On the other hand, I have had ladies who contracted repeatedly, perhaps up to a dozen times.

Controlled Release

Occasionally I meet a lady who knows her own body very well, an obvious player of her fine instrument. Although technically on the receiving end, she controls and paces her response, not allowing herself to tip over the edge of full orgasm. She prefers to rumble along a plateau of continuous pleasure in pre-orgasm, then only letting herself go when she is good and ready for maximum effect.

Clitoral vs Vaginal Orgasm

This is one of those topics that is more meaningful to ladies than to we mere males. Some people still dispute whether different types of orgasm even occur. Mind you, I'm sure most ladies only experience one type of orgasm, whether or clitoral or vaginal stimulation - it's all about individual nerve and neuronal 'wiring'.

It took me 2 years of 'research' before I encountered a practical demonstration. This particular lady was quite multi-orgasmic. After her third or fourth (clitoral) orgasm, I added some digital stimulation of her G-spot to my cunnilingus. Suddenly there was a deep-down, almost rumbling sort of contractions that built up and up to a full body orgasm. Her response was "Oh God, I needed that. I haven't had one of those for months".

The Blossoming

One of the most beautiful sights for a cunnilinguist, is the blossoming of your ladies vulva. Again, the degree of response is highly individual and highly dependent on the lady's personal anatomy (go and read "Pussy Pride" if you are not fully aware of the wide diversity of vaginal anatomy). Like an erectile response, her labia engorge with blood, swelling until they spread and 'pop' out like a flower bud opening. By this time, her vagina is gaping open, calling to you, "Come and fuck me". (The particular lady I visualise with fond memories, was coincidentally a "one-a-day" lady.

Read up on "Sexual Arousal" at “https://www.wikiwand.com/en/Sexual_arousal”). 

All that's left to say, is "Bon appetit!".

Cunnilingus Don'ts

After discussing the above posts with my buddy, "Oh Gracious One", she shared with me some of her turn-offs.

No Means No!

Even in a "commercial" arrangement, this still applies - this is a negotiable option only. And it doesn't just mean a verbal "No"! If your lady pushes you away or expresses discomfort or dislike, that's still "No!". Proceeding with unwanted cunnilingus is "Rape" in some jurisdictions, or at least "Sexual assault".

Don't Bite

I could hardly believe OGO when she said that she had men bite her lady bits. Firm nibbling with your lips perhaps if she agrees, but biting - ouch. How would you like it if she sunk her teeth into the tip if your cock? Oh, you do? Its all about preferences - respect each other's.

Beware Stubble Rash

Facial hair, like public hair, is a choice and acquired taste. The two-day-old stubble might look "manly" but even 5-o'clock shadow can be quite irritating on a ladies sensitive bits. I always try and have a fresh shave before visiting my ladies. I did forget once and my lady told me it was rough - so I placed my hands on her inner thighs so my stubbly cheeks don't touch her skin and a wonderful time was had by all.

Don't be a Pussy

OGO told me that one of her pet peeves is the man that lightly flicks his tongue on her bits. She likes her cunnilingus full on, like Deep French Kissing on the mouth. Again, find out what each individual lady likes.

Oral Hygeine

No-one like kissing anyone with halitosis. But with cunnilingus, the risk of infection is higher. So gum disease, bleeding gums or cold sores on the lips means cunnilingus is off the menu, just like if she has her period. But kissing of her erogenous zones, ears, neck breasts, inner thighs or mons can be a real turn-on.

Long Nails are Not In

If you plan on searching for her "G" spot, your finger nails had better be clipped and filed.

Your "Visiting Kit"

When visiting my ladies, I have my own "visiting kit" - razor, tooth brush, mouth wash, deodorant, nail clippers, massage oil and condoms.  Be a good scout and Be Prepared, and you will be hearing "Don't stop!", instead of "DON'T!".

Foot Note

Colloquially, cunnilingus is also known as DATY (Dining At The 'Y'), and apparently also as "The Australian Kiss", mind you I've never heard this expression in Australia myself - perhaps it was a "foreigner's" description of an Ozzie's ministrations.

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