Josephine took one of the chubby girl's large breasts in her hands and began to fondle it. The slave shook somewhat at being fondled thus, but remembered that she should be pleasing in order not to get into trouble. She knelt still as the woman fondled and caressed her breast, then rolled and pinched the nipple slightly before moving her hand absently to the other breast and playing with it as well.

The footstool had finished her cleaning of Josephine's toes and Josephine had returned both of her feet to the girl's back. She sat, relaxed in her plush red leather chair, her feet propped on one slave and her right hand caressing another slave's large tits while she sipped her glass of wine slowly. This was just what she needed to relax. Some good, quality time with a couple of girls. Just the feel of the chubby slut's large, soft tits in her hand was making her hot. She was going to enjoy teaching this girl how to satisfy her. This sweet, shy, plump little cunt was probably going to be one of her favorite playthings.

Josephine placed her half-empty glass on the small table again and stood up. "One-ten, Take off my skirt," she commanded. The slave that had been serving as her footstool rose to her knees and unzipped Miss Hancock's skirt. Miss Hancock did not turn around, so the slave had to reach around her hips, her hands sliding over the soft leather of the skirt and Josephine's firm ass, to find the zipper of the skirt. The slave found the zipper and noticed quietly to herself that, as her hands had slid over Miss Hancock's ass, her breathing had become a little heavier. The slave slid the zipper down and then pulled the skirt off Miss Hancock's hips and down to her ankles. She was bare underneath and the removal of the skirt showed the naked slave on the floor in front of Josephine's hips the well-trimmed mons of Miss Hancock. Josephine insisted her slaves be totally shaved, but she like to leave a small strip of hair, trimmed quite short of course, just above her slit so that when a girl was going down on her the hair would tickle her nose and remind the usually-heterosexual girls she chose that they were, in fact, eating a woman's pussy.

Josephine stepped out of the skirt and the slave girl moved it to one side, leaving it on the floor near the chair. She looked down into the eyes of the slave at her feet and thought she saw that look in the slave's eyes again. What was it? She thought it was lust, but she wasn't completely sure. Josephine turned around and told the slave to stand and remove her shirt as well. The slave stood and, perhaps accidentally, rubbed her smallish breasts against Josephine's ass as she gained her feet. Josephine's breath caught slightly, but hopefully not enough for the slaves to notice.

The slave reached around Josephine, who had intentionally turned around so the buttons of her shirt would be on the opposite side from the slaves, and reached for the first of the buttons. As she slid her hands around Josephine's chest, the slave cupped her breasts slightly and then released them before taking the button in her fingers and opening it. The slave was flirting with her! Josephine was suddenly ver aware that the gentle, accidental touches from the slave were not accidents at all, but deliberate caresses designed to arouse Josephine. She had to admit she liked it, though. Soon, the slave had unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off of Josephine's shoulders, placing it on the floor with the skirt.

"Seventy-eight. Take the skirt and shirt to my room," Josephine commanded as she turned back around and sat down again. "Leave them on the bed and return here."

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the chubby girl said. She again dropped to her hands and knees, took the shirt and skirt in her teeth and disappeared from the room.

"On your knees," Josephine said to the tall woman standing before her. As the woman dropped to her knees in front of Josephine obediently, Josephine swung her right leg over the right armrest of the chair, partially exposing her slit to the slave in front of her. She caught the slave glancing quickly to admire the slit in front of her. Josephine smiled inwardly. She thought she knew what the look in the slave's eyes was now.

Josephine leaned forward and took the slave by the ring at the front of her collar. She pulled the slave's face to hers and kissed her. She slipped her tongue past the woman's lips and the two women's tongues played together for a long moment. Josephine kept kissing the slave even after the other slave returned from the bedroom. Josephine watched as the other slave crawled into the room. She saw Josephine locked in a very passionate kiss with the slave on the floor in front of her. The girl looked slightly stunned for a moment, but crawled into the room and took her former place alongside the chair.

Josephine relaxed back into her chair. She moved her left leg up to the left armrest and pulled the dragon-tattooed slave's face down between her legs. The slave began to lick at Josephine's labia at once, but was definitely teasing Josephine, too, rather than just going straight to the clit and providing her with the orgasm most slaves assume they are there to provide. She released the slave's collar, allowing her to do her work. She moaned and reached out with her right hand and took the other slave by the collar and pulled her to her face as well. Josephine kissed the startled girl, who was very obviously shocked and had likely never even though about kissing a woman, let along actually doing it. After a second or two, though, the girl seemed to relax and let it happen, letting Josephine's tongue intertwine with hers.

The girl was fast finding herself being turned on by the situation in which she found herself. She'd never, ever done any of this before. In fact, she'd never even considered sex with a woman before. Well, that wasn't entirely true, now was it? She'd found herself wondering what it would be like to be noticed by some of the older, more experienced women at work. She often wondered what it would be like if the woman sitting next to her on the plane or the bus had turned to her and suddenly kissed her. Now she was experiencing her fantasies in a situation and setting which, by all accounts, should have scared the hell out of her, but instead she found herself more at ease with the idea of a woman kissing her than she'd ever been before. Perhaps it was because she felt she had no choice in the matter, or that she wanted to be pleasing in order to survive, but that didn't seem to be the case. Not really, anyway. She liked what was being done to her. She's always been shy and repressed and her family was always so closed about sex and sexuality. She was fat and she knew it, and was ashamed of her body, especially that big birthmark on her pubic area. She hated that thing, but didn't want to go through the embarrassment or expense of having it removed. She was willing to give herself to this woman for whatever the woman wanted her to do. She was willing and she would enjoy it as it happened.

Josephine pulled her mouth away from the chubby slut's mouth and noticed the girl's eyes were still half-closed and her mouth was partly open. The lust was obvious on the girl's face. Se didn't want Josephine to stop kissing her. She wanted more and would do whatever it took to get it. Josephine pulled the girl's face to her breast and brushed the girl's lips with her right nipple. The girl opened her mouth immediately and took the hard knot of skin and tissue into her mouth. She sucked Josephine's nipple and licked it with her tongue and kissed it softly. Josephine moaned in heightened pleasure as one girl licked playfully at her pussy while the other lovingly caressed her nipple. She was in heaven. She loved being serviced this way.

The girl between her legs slid a finger into Josephine's dripping pussy. She wasn't sure if this was allowed or not, but Miss Hancock was in such a state, the girl doubted she would mind. As she slid her finger into Miss Hancock's pussy, the woman groaned loudly and spread her legs wider, opening herself for the slave's penetration. Now the slave started sucking on Miss Hancock's clit and fingering her wet pussy at the same time. As she did, Miss Hancock writhed in the chair. She clutched at the back of the tall slave's head with her empty hand, trying to push the slave harder against her pussy.

Josephine again pulled the girl at her nipple to her mouth and kissed her deeply. The girl moaned into her mouth and moved her hand to Josephine's nipple, caressing it as they kissed. The girl between Miss Hancock's legs was driving her wild, but the slave kissing her now knew she also had a part in her arousal. Her desire to please Miss Hancock drove her further, and the girl wanted to do as much as possible to please her. So, when Miss Hancock had pulled her back to her lips, she kissed her as well as she knew how and reached up to fondled her untended breast.

Josephine orgasmed hard under the ministrations of the two slaves. She moaned into the mouth of the slave kissing her as the one between her legs drove her over the brink of orgasm. She pulled the girl from between her legs to her face using the girl's collar. She kissed the girl deeply, releasing the other girl's mouth from hers and forcefully kissing the mouth of the girl that had been servicing her pussy. She could taste her pussy in the girl's mouth and smell her juices on the girl's face. She didn't care. She liked the taste and smell of pussy, her's most of all. Josephine finished kissing the girl that had been doing such a lovely job of eating her pussy and turned to the other girl, the chubby slut with the nice, fat tits.

"Would you like to learn to eat pussy, seventy-eight?" Josephine asked, looking into the girl's eyes.

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the girl said quietly, and then added, even more quietly, "Please."

"Certainly," Miss Hancock said, and then, turning to the other girl, said in her commanding voice. "You. One the floor on your back."

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the tall girl said. She slid off of Josephine's lap and down to the floor, lying on her back, her legs spread and knees bent in anticipation of what was to come next.

"Seventy-eight," Miss Hancock said. "You may join one-ten on the floor and you may begin eating her pussy. She is going to instruct you to show you some techniques, so listen to her and do as she says. If she is not pleased with your performance, then I always have this." She picked up the riding crop from where she leaned it against the small table near her chair. She stroked the girl's cheek with the leather tip of the crop.

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the plump girl said shyly. "I will do my best."

"See that you do," Josephine said and released the girl's collar.

The girl slipped to the floor and crawled between the other girl's tattooed thighs. Unsure of what to do first, she gently kissed the girls bare mons. The girl moaned quietly and told her that was a good way to start. The slave smiled and kissed the insides of the tattooed girl's thighs, starting a few inches above the apex of the thigh and kissing downward to the girl's labia, and then moving to the other thigh and repeating the process. The girl moaned and squirmed under the gentle kisses. The plump girl began kissing the tattooed girl's labia and mons and circling her labia with her tongue. The tattooed girl moaned again, this time more deeply in her throat. The plump girl began to lap at her slit like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. The tattooed girl stopped her and told her that was not a good action. She told her to instead press her mouth to her labia and use her tongue to feel for the nub of the clit. The plump girl did as she was told; the tattooed slave had quite a large clit, so it was east for the other girl to find it with her tongue. The tattooed girl told her she was in the right spot now, and then told her to continue licking the clit, but also to suck on it lightly and nibble it gently. The plump girl complied quickly and began alternating between licking the tattooed girl's clit and sucking it. Soon enough, the tattooed girl's hips were bucking and she was moaning and had her hands on the back of the plump girl's head, trying to force her clit harder against the girl's tongue. In just a few moments the tattooed girl threw her head back in orgasm and moaned loudly, bucking her hips against the plump girl's face. The plump girl's face was becoming covered in pussy juice from the tattooed girl's wild bucking. After the tattooed girl calmed somewhat, she sat up and licked all of her juices off the plump girl's face, knowing fully that she had just coated the girl's mouth and nose in sticky pussy cum.

"How was she?" Josephine asked the tattooed girl.

"You should keep her, Miss Hancock," the tattooed girl said. "I think she's a natural."

The plump girl blushed furiously and lowered her eyes to the floor. The tattooed girl lifted the plump girl's face in her hands and kissed her deeply. Both girls smiled as they finished kissing. The plump girl felt really good to know she was good at this. She'd always wondered if her fantasies would come true, and now that they had, she was happy that she'd performed up to standards for the girl she was pleasing.

"You think so, do you?" Josephine said with a raised eyebrow. "Let me see." She put her legs over the armrests of her chair again, indicating that the plump girl should come demonstrate her techniques on Josephine's pussy.

The plump girl crawled before Josephine's chair and knelt up so she could reach her mistress' pussy with her face. She began as she had with the tattooed girl and kissed Josephine's mound. Something about that action was very pleasant to Josephine. She'd have to make sure to have this girl include it in all her pussy eating sessions, of which there were certain to be many. The girl kissed Josephine's thighs and brought her mouth to her pussy, licking and kissing Josephine's labia lightly and gently before finally placing her lips against Josephine's slit and seeking out her mistress' clit with her tongue. Josephine was moving her hips in time with the girl's licking and sucking in no time. This girl was really good at this. Josephine wondered if she had some repressed bisexual fantasies that she'd never gotten to experience. Usually girls that had never eaten pussy before that were good at it were good because they'd visualized the activity many times before. In only a few moments, the girl's tongue and mouth had elicited an orgasm from Josephine.

Josephine was highly impressed. She'd met some good rookies in her days, but she couldn't remember many as good as this one.

"Are you a lesbian?" Josephine asked the plump girl.

The girl looked momentarily shocked. "No, Miss Hancock," she sputtered, somewhat aghast at the question.

"Have you ever eaten a woman's pussy before?" asked Josephine, pressing the girl despite her discomfort.

"No, Miss Hancock," the girl said and dropped her eyes to the floor.

"You look at me when I am speaking to you, slut," Josephine warned. The girl immediately returned her eyes to Josephine's. "You've had fantasies about having sex with women, though, haven't you?"

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the girl said quietly. She almost looked at the floor again, but caught herself and held her gaze steady. "Mostly with women I know from work or that I see on the bus."

"Ah. I see," said Miss Hancock. "And what do you fantasize about when you think of these women?"

The girl kept her eyes locked on Miss Hancock's despite her immediate desire to lower them, because of her embarrassment. She was still furiously blushing, but she was doing her best under the circumstances.

"I usually picture myself serving their needs, Miss Hancock," the girl began. "I am usually made to pleasure them. Sometimes I am taken by force against my will and other times the fantasies are softer and more loving."

"Which ones do you like the best?" Josephine asked, thinking she probably already knew the answer. "The forceful fantasies or the softer ones?"

If it was possible, the girl blushed even more and said, "The forceful ones, Miss Hancock. I enjoy the idea of being dominated and controlled by the women in my fantasies."

Josephine raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you now? And what about men? Do you have fantasies about being dominated and controlled by them as well?"

"No, Miss Hancock," she said, looking into her mistress' eyes. "I very rarely have fantasies about men, and usually when I do have them, they are not overly sexual ones."

"So, you find yourself more attracted to women, then, do you?" Josephine asked, settling back into her chair and smiling slightly.

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the girl said, still blushing. "I guess I do."

"Then I believe, at heart, you are probably a lesbian," Miss Hancock said plainly. "If women are the ones you feel most naturally attracted to and are the ones you fantasize the most about having sex, then you probably have lesbian tendencies. You might just not have known."

The girl was shocked. She couldn't speak. Could it be true? She asked herself. Could I really have been a lesbian the whole time? That would explain a lot.

Josephine smiled at the girl and said, "I've seen that look before. That's the look of a girl that's thinking, 'that would explain why I've felt like this.' It's true, though. You've probably never enjoyed sex with men very much and never really felt much of a connection with men. You've probably always been more at ease with girls and women, and your fantasies tell me that you've been more at ease thinking of women in a more dominating role."

The girl said nothing, but her jaw dropped open.

"You've probably been told all your life that you were going to meet a nice boy, get married and have kids," Josephine continued. "But you never really wanted that, did you? You wanted to meet a nice girl, be told what to do, and get treated like a slut."

When the girl could speak again, she said, "That's exactly it. How did you know?"

"Because I was that girl once," Josephine said. The girl was again visibly stunned.

Josephine turned to the tattooed slave still lying on the floor, but regarding the two other women and listening to the conversation.

"And what about you?" Josephine asked.

The girl moved from her lying position and knelt as a sign of respect to Josephine.

"I have been waiting my entire life for this exact thing to happen," she said. "I have always wanted to be kidnaped, turned into a slave and made to serve against my will."

"Really?" Josephine asked with interest. "Do go on."