29-03-2019, 05:41 PM
We were in a coffee shop. I was sitting in an easy chair next to a big couch in front of a coffee table, all of which were arranged in a way to facilitate conversation. Sue set down our tray of coffees on the table, handed me mine in the easy chair on the end, then gave Suzy-Q and Suzy-Ho theirs before sitting on the couch next to them.
I was wearing the teddy I had on in the bedroom. The other ladies' outfits were always the same: Sue was dressed for her shift at the diner, a yellow and white uniform like the woman on the cover of Supertramp's "Breakfast in America" album, but wearing a hairnet instead of the little hat.
Suzy-Q was in a constricting latex maid's uniform; a silver choker with the lock hidden behind a cameo around her neck. She was never allowed to wear anything beneath the miniskirt, which had quick-release snaps at the front and back of the crotch for her owner's easy access. Her hair was slicked back for a wet look and the only makeup she wore was bright red lipstick, should her owner want her to suck a cock.
Suzy-Ho, as you might expect, never wore anything except slut makeup, rock hard nipples, and never entirely-closed glistening wet inner thighs. She gave appraising smiles to every stranger who walked by.
"This is too much," Suzy-Q said, taking a sip of her coffee for strength. "Troy belongs to JULIE! We're not good enough to take her place, even for a game!"
"Bullshit," Sue responded, pulling one of those little airplane bottles of Jack Daniels out of her dress and spiking her own coffee. She often did that for the pain. She stirred it with her finger for a second and took a sip. "Troy told us from day one that we deserve to be loved like Julie, and now's our chance to see what it's really like. Julie already told us she was cool with it. Hell, she's gonna be on one of the lounges with Troy 2 watching us." Troy 2 is Julie's favorite toy, by the way. She names them all Troy 2, Troy 3, Troy 4, etc. Tell me that's not love.
"I know," I said back, declining Sue's offer of a splash of whiskey in mine. Suzy-Ho gave a little squeal and held out her cup eagerly. (The only way she'd have been happier would've been if Sue had drugged her coffee without Suzy-Ho knowing.) Suzy-Q politely declined as always, but you could see from the look on her face that it was because she didn't think she deserved it. "It's just a little more pressure than I expected, is all."
"Aren't we going to be learning their thing?" Sue asked. "Controlling minds is going to be LOTS of pressure! If we can't handle 'I'm going to make my husband, YOUR boyfriend, love you as much as me and watch you fuck,' how're we going to be able to handle that?"
"Besides," Suzy-Ho was practically jumping out of her seat. "Julie watches us fuck Troy all the time. We watch HER fuck Troy all the time. Hell, sometimes, they BOTH watch US fuck ourselves! Or Claire. Or Brenda. Whoever stops by, really. Why're we talking about this when there's a perfectly good Troy Cock going all unridden here?"
Sue leaned over and whispered to me. "Don't worry, I gave them both decaf."
"Julie's about to give us commands," Suzy-Q said with a slight smile. She loved being told what to do. It felt like validation to her. "We should be listening now instead of talking."
"Story of O over there has a point," Sue said to me. "You know Julie. She's already sensed our hesitation and is probably about to command us to be comfortable with it. We're behind you all the way, girl. Go convince the people we love to share their gift with us."
Sue gave me a long, deep kiss. Suzy-Q pretended to be oblivious until called upon. Suzy-Ho spread her legs a bit more and started playing with her pussy with the hand that wasn't holding her drink as she watched. When the kiss was finished, Sue whispered to me with a little smile.
"Also, love the whole 'Friends/Central Perk' thing you've got going for us this time; however, if you ever imagine us in 'Sex and the City,' please understand that I'll have to kill you."
"Love you too, Sue. All of you." Suzy-Ho gave a little moan as things shifted back to reality...
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I was wearing the teddy I had on in the bedroom. The other ladies' outfits were always the same: Sue was dressed for her shift at the diner, a yellow and white uniform like the woman on the cover of Supertramp's "Breakfast in America" album, but wearing a hairnet instead of the little hat.
Suzy-Q was in a constricting latex maid's uniform; a silver choker with the lock hidden behind a cameo around her neck. She was never allowed to wear anything beneath the miniskirt, which had quick-release snaps at the front and back of the crotch for her owner's easy access. Her hair was slicked back for a wet look and the only makeup she wore was bright red lipstick, should her owner want her to suck a cock.
Suzy-Ho, as you might expect, never wore anything except slut makeup, rock hard nipples, and never entirely-closed glistening wet inner thighs. She gave appraising smiles to every stranger who walked by.
"This is too much," Suzy-Q said, taking a sip of her coffee for strength. "Troy belongs to JULIE! We're not good enough to take her place, even for a game!"
"Bullshit," Sue responded, pulling one of those little airplane bottles of Jack Daniels out of her dress and spiking her own coffee. She often did that for the pain. She stirred it with her finger for a second and took a sip. "Troy told us from day one that we deserve to be loved like Julie, and now's our chance to see what it's really like. Julie already told us she was cool with it. Hell, she's gonna be on one of the lounges with Troy 2 watching us." Troy 2 is Julie's favorite toy, by the way. She names them all Troy 2, Troy 3, Troy 4, etc. Tell me that's not love.
"I know," I said back, declining Sue's offer of a splash of whiskey in mine. Suzy-Ho gave a little squeal and held out her cup eagerly. (The only way she'd have been happier would've been if Sue had drugged her coffee without Suzy-Ho knowing.) Suzy-Q politely declined as always, but you could see from the look on her face that it was because she didn't think she deserved it. "It's just a little more pressure than I expected, is all."
"Aren't we going to be learning their thing?" Sue asked. "Controlling minds is going to be LOTS of pressure! If we can't handle 'I'm going to make my husband, YOUR boyfriend, love you as much as me and watch you fuck,' how're we going to be able to handle that?"
"Besides," Suzy-Ho was practically jumping out of her seat. "Julie watches us fuck Troy all the time. We watch HER fuck Troy all the time. Hell, sometimes, they BOTH watch US fuck ourselves! Or Claire. Or Brenda. Whoever stops by, really. Why're we talking about this when there's a perfectly good Troy Cock going all unridden here?"
Sue leaned over and whispered to me. "Don't worry, I gave them both decaf."
"Julie's about to give us commands," Suzy-Q said with a slight smile. She loved being told what to do. It felt like validation to her. "We should be listening now instead of talking."
"Story of O over there has a point," Sue said to me. "You know Julie. She's already sensed our hesitation and is probably about to command us to be comfortable with it. We're behind you all the way, girl. Go convince the people we love to share their gift with us."
Sue gave me a long, deep kiss. Suzy-Q pretended to be oblivious until called upon. Suzy-Ho spread her legs a bit more and started playing with her pussy with the hand that wasn't holding her drink as she watched. When the kiss was finished, Sue whispered to me with a little smile.
"Also, love the whole 'Friends/Central Perk' thing you've got going for us this time; however, if you ever imagine us in 'Sex and the City,' please understand that I'll have to kill you."
"Love you too, Sue. All of you." Suzy-Ho gave a little moan as things shifted back to reality...
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