Blowjob lessons for Betua

You sit down on the couch, stroking your cock idly to keep it hard as the two kneeling slaves look at you warily. “You—” you point to Coblaith—“are a decent cocksucker. You, on the other hand—” you point to Betua—“could use work. Coblaith, teach Betua to use her mouth well. Betua, come here and start sucking.”

Betua crawls over to you, tears starting to form in her blue eyes, and takes your cock in her mouth, beginning to suck rhythmically at it. You raise an eyebrow at Coblaith, and the dark-haired woman slowly comes to join the two of you. Gently, she gathers Betua’s long red hair up in one hand and watches as Betua slurps dutifully away at your rod.

This goes on for a few moments in awkward silence, and just as you think you’re going to end up punishing both of them, Coblaith pulls Betua firmly off your cock by the hair, getting a surprised yelp from the Gaul.

“You only suck one way?” she asks Betua, sounding perplexed.

“I—I don’t know what that means,” Betua says tearfully.

“You just do same thing over and over. Up, down, up, down. Is boring. Man likes variety. Watch.” Coblaith has grasped your cock by the head, and pulling Betua in with her other hand to make sure she watches, the Pict begins licking your balls. “Man likes tongue on...on balls. You try.”

She leans back and Betua, making a face, leans forward and begins to lick your balls. Her eyes are screwed shut and her nose is wrinkled as she laps away at your scrotum. Coblaith scowls and tweaks her nipple. “Fool! Act like you enjoy. You think man always enjoy when he fuck you? No. Sometimes is just need. Sometime any pussy do.” A thought seems to occur to Coblaith, and she pulls Betua back again. “You no like sucking cock?”

Betua shakes her head mutely. Coblaith frowns. “Is too bad. Dominus seems to like a lot. But it be better for you if you play with pussy then. Here. Lick more, and on cock too this time.”

Betua leans forward as instructed and begins lapping at your balls, occasionally extending that into a long lick up your shaft. You lean back, enjoying the blowjob and the sight of Coblaith taking charge of Betua. The Pict has reached down and is now playing with Betua’s pussy lips and clit now, and the pale Gaul is starting to squirm. As promised, her cocksucking begins to become more and more energetic and enthusiastic, and after a few moments she actually takes your shaft fully into her mouth without prompting.

“Is good!” Coblaith exclaims, yanking her off. Still diddling her, the Pict leans in and continues the lesson. “But remember: not just up and down. Twist sometimes, suck different, use tongue. Keep going. I be back.”

You frown and almost stop her from departing, but you’re distracted by Betua’s renewed and much more engaging attention to your prick. Coblaith trots off, ass and tits jiggling, into your house as Betua sucks away. A few moments later the Pictish woman returns, carrying a small cucumber. Leaning down, she rubs Betua’s pussy quickly to make sure she’s still wet, then without ceremony shoves the cucumber a couple inches inside—not roughly, but not gently, either. Betua lets out a shriek and tries to jerk up, but Coblaith’s got one firm hand on her head and one on her back, and she holds her down on your cock. Betua is audibly starting to gag, and Coblaith shakes her head. “We work on that,” she mutters. She gently works the cucumber in and out of Betua for a few strokes while the girl struggles on your cock, then pulls it out. “You fuck her now, dominus?” Coblaith asks you. “Is good for lesson.”

You shrug. “Sure. Anything for her education.” Coblaith nods and yanks Betua off your cock and onto her feet. You grab the girl’s waist and spin her around, and Coblaith pushes her legs apart and shoves the girl toward you, so that she can ride your cock while facing Coblaith. You guide your cock in, and Betua shudders as you begin to fuck her slowly.

“Hold hands,” Coblaith mutters to you, and you nod, grabbing Betua’s hands and pinning them behind her back as you continue to fuck her. Coblaith stands in front of the other girl, hand on hip. Her curvy body seems powerful at rest, and she holds the cucumber up in front of Betua’s face.

“This was in pussy, yes?”

“A-ah! Yes.”

“And now his cock in pussy...” she glances down and nods approvingly “all the way, yes?”

You grin and, for emphasis, thrust extra hard. Betua shrieks.

“AaaAAAAAhhh! Yes!!”

“Good. Now this a lesson...” Coblaith leans forward and grabs the back of Betua’s head. “Any cock that fits in pussy? You can fit in mouth, if you try. Now try!” As you continue to fuck her, she pulls Betua forward and pushes the cucumber past her lips and into her mouth. Betta begins to gag on the cucumber, and Coblaith pulls back, but only slightly, before thrusting again. She begins to gently but firmly fuck Betua’s throat with the vegetable.

The sight of one of your slaves facefucking the other with a vegetable is too much for you, and you begin to pound into Betua’s pussy with wild abandon. Her shrieks are muffled by the cucumber as Coblaith skillfully matches your pace, and a few minutes later you groan and explode, pumping wave after wave of seed into Betua. Coblaith continues to hold the girl in place until you’re done, then gently pulls her off your cock and removes the cucumber from the other girl’s mouth. “Good try for first lesson,” she says softly to Betua, who’s breathing raggedly and wide-eyed.

You laugh and squeeze Betua’s ass, enjoying the sight of Coblaith holding her. “Indeed,” you say, “and I look forward to many more such lessons!” Betua shudders slightly and looks away from you, while Coblaith just meets your gaze with a frown. You beckon the Pictish girl over, and she crosses the few steps to you. You lean into her and when you do, you suddenly seize her nipples, winning a gasp of shock as much as pain.

“That was excellent,” you murmur in Coblaith’s ear, “and you seemed to like it. Well and good; but remember that I am dominus here. So though I favored you tonight, that may not be the case next time. Understand?”

Coblaith may not have quite gotten all that, but she gets the gist and nods slowly. “I keep practicing with her,” she says quietly.

“Good,” you say with a smirk. “And buy more cucumbers next time you’re at the market.”

Coblaith nods inscrutably and leads Betua off to clean up as you retire to bed, deeply contented.