We found Mary returning to the lot from a test drive with Frank the salesman in a sporty looking red convertible. I thought it was a little boxy for a sports car, lacking the smooth lines and exciting curves I preferred in a sports car. She hugged me and then glanced at Allison, smeared in my cum, and raised on eyebrow.
"So, this car?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," Mary answered. "Its an Eos. Its so cute, don't you think."
I didn't see it, so I lied. "Yes it is."
Frank looked askance at Allison, not sure what to say about the cum drenched teenage. "Slut," Mary barked, "go wait in the Mustang!"
"Yes, Mistress," Allison said, and walked away.
"Don't worry about her," Mary told the salesman. "She's very promiscuous. If you turn your back on her you'll find her fucking some guy."
"Well, lets get the paperwork filled out," I told the salesman.
"Y-yeah, of course," Frank stammered. Frank led us into the sales floor to his desk. The car, with fees and taxes, came to around $38,000 dollars. I offered him a dollar as the down payment and the rest of the money within the week. Frank agreed, and we skipped all the need for a credit check. Not surprising, the finance officer, Boris, a skinny Russian with a scar running down the side of his face, had problems with that. But after talking with me, he signed off on the deal eagerly.
After Mary and I signed what seemed like a hundred documents, we were handed the keys to Mary's new Eon. I made sure Allison could drive a manual, then told her to follow us in my Mustang. I had an idea where we could stay for a short time that wasn't my shitty apartment, and gave Mary instructions that would take us through downtown Puyallup, east on Pioneer, then south on Shaw Road.
As Mary drove, I could feel the engagement ring in my pants pocket and I wondered how and where I would propose to her. I wanted it to be special and romantic. "Mary," I asked her as she droves us through Puyallup. "Is there anything around the Puget Sound that you've always wanted to do?" I hoped I sounded subtle and not to obvious.
Mary bit her lip as she thought. It was one of the many cute things she did. "I would like to see the orcas."
I frowned. "Orcas? Aren't those out in the ocean?"
She laughed. "There are a couple pods that live in the Sound," she said, incredulous that her boyfriend could so dumb.
"Okay," I answered. "So, you go to a pier or something."
"No, there are boats that take tours out in the Sound," she said. "Daisy, my friend, went on one with her boyfriend. She said it was very romantic. And that the orcas were just beautiful." Romantic, huh. I wasn't sure what was so romantic about watching big fish in the ocean but Mary sure seemed excited.
"How about you?" she asked.
I thought for a minute. "The space needle," I finally said. "I've lived my whole life living an hours drive from it and I've never been up there."
"Uuhh," she gushed, "its very beautiful and romantic up there. And there's this restaurant built up there. And it slowly rotates so you can see all across Seattle, and the Sound. Its so gorgeous."
"Then you'll have to show me how beautiful it is." Mary nodded her head. "I'd love to, Mark."
My directions led us back up South Hill to where million dollar houses were built on the edge of the hill, overlooking the Puyallup River valley with a stunning view of Mount Rainier.
As we drove through the neighborhood I told Mary to choose the house she liked. Mary looked around and choose a blue-gray, three story house, with white trim. Large windows faced the street and the yard was well manicured, with shrubs and decorative rocks. Mount Rainier loomed behind the house, snow-capped peak as majestic as always. I always had to pause and admire the beauty of Mount Rainier.
Mary pulled the Eos into the driveway and Allison parked the Mustang on the street. We got out of the car and walked up to the beautiful, front doors, white painted wood set with beautiful windows. I rang the doorbell. A short, fat, balding man answered the door. He was in his fifties, what little hair remaining was gray, and he wore an expensive looking, dark blue suit, and a loose, red silk tie hung around his neck.
"Can I help you?" he asked, peering at us suspiciously.
"I'm Mark, and this is my girlfriend, Mary, and our slut, Allison."
The man frowned at that. "Get off my property or I'll call the police," the man said, starting to slam the door.
I caught the door with one hand. "That's rude. Invite us in."
"Sorry," the man muttered, "please, come in. I'm Brandon Fitzsimmons."
We entered his house and it was richly furnished. He led us into a comfortable living room. There was a plush, cream colored couch and matching easy chair. A 56" flat-screen hung on the wall over an impressive entertainment center. Fancy looking art hung on the wall, a mix of modern art and classics. Mary looked appreciatively at the art and cooed over a painting that looked like someone just splashed various color paints on canvas. I didn't get modern art.
"Is there anyone else living here?" I asked Brandon.
"Just my wife, Desiree," he answered.
I was about to ask if she was home, when a lovely woman's voice asked with a Spanish lilt to her voice, "Who's at the door, mi querido?"
A gorgeous Latina woman, late twenties, in a white, wrap-around dress with a plunging neckline that showed off a large and generous cleavage. She wore no bra and her full tits bounced and jiggled in her dress as she walked down the stairs. She was voluptuous and curvy, her ass swaying beautiful beneath her dress. Her skin was a beautiful, nut brown, and her brunette hair was long and curly. She joined her ugly, toad of a husband, wrapping an arm about him. The man was so short, her tits were at his eye level. Clearly, she was a trophy wife and probably a gold digger.
"Hello," she greeted us pleasantly. "I'm Desiree."
"I'm Mark and this is Mary," I told her. "And that's Allison. She's our slut."
"I see," Desiree said, delicately, and gave her husband a confused look.
"What do you think?" I asked Mary as I eyed Desiree.
"Do you cook?" Mary asked the woman, a considering look on her face. Mary knew exactly what I wanted from Desiree.
"I do," she said. "I love to cock."
I looked at Brandon. "Is she actually a good cook?"
"She's the best. Its one of the reason's I married her." As he said that, his hand squeezed his wife's ass and she giggled and slapped him away. "Stop that," Desiree purred, wickedly. "What'll our guest think."
"That I'm the luckiest guy in the world," Brandon answered, placing his hand back on his wife's shapely rear. Brandon sensed I was a hungry predator eying his wife and was marking his claim.
"This'll work just fine," Mary said.
"What will?" Brandon frowned at us.
"Brandon, we're going to borrow your house, and your wife, for a while," I told him.
His frowned deepened. "What do you mean by borrow my wife?"
"Just stand there, quietly, and watch," I said with a smile. "Desiree, get down on your knees and suck my cock." Desiree dropped to her knees, her hands fished out my cock and then her warm mouth was around it. The feel of her lips and tongue sent electricity surging up my cock. "Mmmhh, you're wife's got a hot, little mouth."
I watched Mary walk over to Allison and smack her ass. "Sluts go naked in the house," she ordered.
"Sorry, Mistress," Allison apologized and quickly pulled off her cum stained top and slipped out of her jean shirts. Her teenage body was covered in streaks of my dried cum.
"Undress me," Mary ordered. Allison eagerly pulled off her white blouse, unhooked the lacy, gray bra then unzipped the tight skirt. Finally, Allison knelt down and pulled off her Mistress's wispy, gray panties. Mary's pussy was right in Allison's face, and the little slut couldn't resist swiping her tongue through Mary's wet slit. "Umm, good slut," Mary murmured, the she grabbed Allison's arm and pulled her to her feet and led her over to the couch. Mary sat down and pulled Allison down next to her and started to kiss Allison pink lips and pulling on her nipple piercings.
"Desiree, I'm you Master, now," I told her. "And Mary's your Mistress. You will do whatever filthy or depraved acts Mary or I tell you." She nodded around my cock. "Good. Allison's our number one slut. She's in charge when Mary and I aren't around." Mary's legs were spread open, her pussy wet and flushed and begging for attention. "Desiree, go eat your Mistress's cunt."