'Tis a rake's solemn duty to teach his friends how to please a lady.
No rake in London has a better reputation for pleasing the ladies than the handsome Lord Lucien. When his friends beg him for a bit of advice, how can he refuse? It would be downright churlish not to pass on the skills he has acquired. Of course, teaching such things requires more than a few words and naughty images, and hands-on experience is by far the best way to learn. Which means he's going to need a willing wench to offer some demonstrations. And he knows just the lass for the job.
Cora, a sassy barmaid at Lord Lucien's favorite tavern, has enjoyed his particular talents more than once. She's shocked at first by his request that she help him show the lads a thing or two. Sharing her bed with him is one thing, but having an audience is quite another. Yet wouldn't she be doing a favor to ladies and low-born girls alike if she helped teach these gents what to do? It would be an act of kindness, really. She certainly wouldn't mind earning a hefty fee in exchange for having the time of her life. Why, with a bit of luck, it might even be the start of a new career.
Reader discretion: contains voyeurism, menage/multiple partners elements, public sex
They all sat around the table when she returned, and she wondered if they intended to play cards first. But no, Lucien had something else in mind. At his bidding, she hopped onto the table and lay on her back.“Well, gents.” Lucien glanced at each of them. “Are you ready for another lesson?”Huntington leaned forward in his chair and looked Cora over with an amused smile. “Quite ready. So is she, it would seem.”She blew a kiss, making him laugh.Briggs sat up straight and put his hands on the table. Knowing how easy a young lad got excited, she guessed he was already stone hard and trying to control himself. She felt a tug at her hair, and glanced around to find Dickie Carlisle toying with it. Cora gave his wrist a smart slap.“Don’t go taking liberties,” she said, mimicking a haughty lady’s voice, then giggled. “At least, not ‘til you’ve got permission.”“Saucy little tart, isn’t she!” Lucien said. “Now, if you remember from last week, it’s important to warm her up first.”Bending over the table, he gave her a kiss, then bared her breasts and moved on to her nipples. She gasped, arching her back at the lovely jolt of pleasure. When she combed her fingers into his hair, though, he caught her arms and pinned them to the table.“You’ll block the view,” he explained. “Can you behave, or do you need someone to hold you down?”She thought about it. “I don’t rightly know, milord. Maybe if I sit on me hands.”“Very well.”He let go, and she wriggled to trap her hands under her arse. Then he continued the lesson. “When you suck, you want to strike a balance: too gently won’t be enough, too hard will hurt. It’s different with each woman, so pay attention to how she reacts. When she arches”—he sucked her nipples again just the way she liked, and her spine bowed—“you know you’re doing it right. But if you suck too hard, she’ll pull away.”This time he made her wince. Lucien gave her an apologetic kiss before he continued.“The same goes for using your teeth, or your fingers,” he said. “Cora, would you mind if Dickie gave it a try, since he’s so eager?”Her face flushed, but she managed to shake her head. “Don't mind a bit, milord.”Dickie Carlisle reached over to give her breast a squeeze, then gently pinched the nipple. When she didn’t react, he pinched a little harder, and this time she sighed and arched. “That’s good. Go on, now, give it a nibble.”His teeth were a bit too rough, and she drew back. He glanced up. Then he licked the hurt away and tried again.“Perfect,” she mumbled as he sent sweet ripples of sensation through her body.Lucien nodded. “Well done. I think the other tit’s feeling neglected. Master Briggs, would you take care of that, please?”The boy gulped. He darted a look at her face, and she smiled encouragement. His hand shook slightly when he stroked her breast, but he soon lost his shyness and began pinching the nipple with more skill than she’d expected. When he bent to suck it, she lifted right off her hands.Lucien patted the lad’s shoulder. “That’s enough for now. Most girls take longer, but Cora’s an eager one. She’s quite ready to go on, aren’t you, girl?”“Oh, yes, milord.” She squirmed and circled her hips, begging for more.“I think you should take those clothes off,” he said. “They’ll just be in the way.”Cora hopped down to get out of her dress, petticoats, chemise, stockings, and boots. When she climbed back onto the table, Lucien arranged her so her knees hooked over the edge and her lower legs dangled. She didn’t have to be asked to open them wide. The gentlemen gathered around so they could get a better look at her cunt.Lucien nudged her thigh. “Would you mind if Huntington shows us what he learned last week?”She giggled. “Not a bit.”Huntington gave her a lazy grin and moved closer. He stroked her slit with two fingers, and she shivered at the burst of pleasure.“She’s already wet,” he announced, sliding his fingers inside. Her hips rose toward him as he thrust slowly in and out. One of his eyebrows quirked. “I feel her squeezing me. Is that good?”Lucien chuckled. “Yes. Move up to her clitoris, now.”He did as he was told, and his gentle massage made her head swim.“Sweet Jesus!” she gasped.“Hmm…” Lucien eyed her thoughtfully. “I do believe she might spend. Go a little faster, and let’s find out.”Cora whimpered and bit her lip as the pleasure built. “A little firmer,” she gasped. “Now stroke in circles. Faster. Yes, just like that, don’t stop—”