Chapter 3

Thanks to markf52 for the editing help.

When I woke up, it felt like my pains had aches. I got out of bed and that’s when it hit me, my ass was sore. Fuck, it’s not just my ass that hurts, it’s my whole damn body, from the top of my feet all the way to my neck. Who knew that fucking was the best way to tone yourself up, I didn’t, but now I do. I walked like a person who needed a cane to the bathroom where the hot shower helped. I was going to have to take an aspirin to help with some of the aches.

When I walked back into my room the ladies were still asleep, and they had snuggled up face to face with each other. I got dressed in my work clothes, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast, and coffee. I turned around to get myself a cup of coffee, when I turned around to see that Aleza and Kim were eating from my plate. I sat the cup of coffee I had, down on the table and got another one, placing it on the table for whoever wanted it.

I went back to making some breakfast, this time I made more than enough for all of us, or so I thought. My two vixens were insatiable and didn’t leave any leftovers. They got up, both butt naked, and Aleza bent down to kiss Kim, ‘That’s what I look like when I kiss her,’ I thought to myself, as I watched the two kiss.

I walked up to the duo and asked, “Where’s mine?” The two broke and ran saying, “You have to catch us first.” Without hesitation, I was hot on the trail of their very delectable, and beautiful, asses. I scooped up Kim like I was carrying a football, snagged Aleza’s arm, and spun her around. I got a very heated and passionate kiss from Aleza, and Kim’s was much the same. I swatted their asses and told them, “Take a shower, and I’ll see you when I get home from work.” They each kissed me again, before disappearing into the master bedroom.

I went outside, got on my bike, and went to work. Once at work, as soon as I walked through the door, I stopped in my tracks. Tris was dressed in a skirt that was mid-thigh and tight. It showed her gloriously round ass in all its wonder that could be gleaned with the skirt on, her blouse was just as tight and showed me something I didn’t know about her. Her right nipple was pierced with a loop, and when she turned to see me staring at her, the smile on her face widened.

I went and put my stuff in my employee locker and locked it and then went to get on Tris’s checkout lane. On the way there I was stopped by Trent, who was the owner’s son, and he was a prick! He pulled me over to the side and wanted to talk, so I shook my head and walked with him to the front of the store. He liked to talk there so that everyone could see him, and it showed his authority, “I don’t know what you think you got going with Tris, but you’re going to leave her alone,” and he said it loud enough for everyone to hear.

Let me describe Trent. He’s at least five inches taller than me, sixty pounds lighter, and looks like he was shot in the face by a shotgun. With all the pot marks on it, people in school called him ‘Pits’, when he was in school. He has arms that hang below his knees, talks primarily through his nose in a high-pitched voice, and has his greasy slicked back hair. As I walked away from him, I began to laugh a full-on, deep belly laugh, that made those who weren’t paying attention, look our way.

I walked up to the kid that was now in Tris’s checkout lane and told him to go work on some other checkout lane, when he just stood there, I barked, “Move!” That made him move and startled Tris a little, by the way she jumped. I gave Tris a half-crooked smile that told her, “I’m not the same meek and shy Kyle that I was yesterday. I went to the restroom as soon as my break started to take a piss, for some reason Tris decided to push her luck with me, following me in a few seconds later.

I finished pissing, zipped up, and went to wash my hands, when Tris walked up behind me and began rubbing her hands, and tits, all over me. In a seductive whisper she said into my ear, “So, you’re a big man now?” as she continued to rub on me getting closer and closer to my dick.

“Tris, you don’t know who you are dealing with. I’ll let you walk out of here and we can sit and have lunch, like we always do, or I’m going to show you who I am.”

“You don’t have the balls,” she said to me.

I grabbed her right wrist, put it behind her back, and bent her over the sink. “I warned you, but you thought it was a game, so now I’m going to show you.”

I pulled her skirt up above her round ass and noticed she was wearing the tiniest red thong. I pulled her thong down, until it freely fell to her ankles, and then I unzipped my pants and took out my cock, that’s when I noticed her breathing had become short and quick.

I swiped the head of my cock up and down on her slit, so we wouldn’t be so dry, and then I pushed into her as hard as I could. Tris grunted and put her left hand on the mirror, so I released her right hand, which joined her left hand on the mirror. I grabbed both of her hips with my hands and began to push in and pull her back to me, until I got as deep as I could go. I pushed in deeper, and that made Tris give me a guttural grunt. I pulled out to the tip of my cock and thrust back into her and heard the noises she was making sounded like an animal rutting.

“You’re mine now, you had a chance to walk away, now you can’t, and you belong to me,” I told her, as I thrusted into her. I looked at the reflection of the clock in the mirror and noticed we only had fifteen minutes left, so I said to her, “When I pull out of you, you’re going to get on your knees and suck the cock that now owns you, understand?”

“Yes,” she said just loud enough for me to hear her.

“What, I can’t hear you!” I told her,

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I understand.” she said with a grunt as I thrust into her.

“You understand what?” I asked.

“I understand when you pull out, I’m going to get on my knees and suck your cock.”

“What cock?” I asked her.

“The unnngggghhh, the cock ummmmmnnngggghhhh. Cock that owns me ahhhhhhhhnnngghh.”

“Does it?” I asked.

“Does wh ... unnnnngggggfffffff?” she tried to say, when I slammed into her.

“My cock. Does it own you?”

“YEEEEESSSSS, it owns me!” she said as an orgasm overtook her.

I blasted two ropes of cum into her and pulled out. She hit her knees, not quick enough though, as a rope shot across her face from her right eye to the left side of her chin. She took my cock into her mouth and got the rest without spilling any of it. When she stood up, I had her give me her panties, which I stuffed into my shirt pocket with enough sticking out, there would be no mistake as to what they were.

She stepped up to the sink and turned on the faucet, and I had to ask, “What are you doing?” as I turned the water off.

“I was going to clean my face,” she told me.

“Rub the cum into your skin and wear it for the rest of our shift,” I told her. She turned and looked in the mirror and rubbed my cum into her skin. With a wicked gleam in her eye she turned and asked, “Is that better?”

“Yes, now change into your spare pair of pants and leave off the underwear,” I told her. She pulled her skirt down to get to the zipper, unzipped it, and let it fall to the floor. When she stood up to pull up her pants, I walked up behind her, ran my hands up inside her shirt, and under her bra, as I gripped her tits, one in each hand. She pushed back into me and moaned.

“You do realize, I’m not playing, you belong to me now,” I said as I pinched her nipples. With a throaty moan she said, “Yes, yes I do.”

Now that I have had a good look at Tris, I would say she was built for fucking. Her tits were between GG’s and Aleza’s, her ass was second to none, and it was ample and firm. She was five-eight, one-hundred-thirty pounds of remarkably beautiful woman. She walked out first, then I followed close behind her, and who should we run into on our way out, Trent, that’s who. Tris walked past him like he wasn’t there, while I, on the other hand, adjusted Tris’ panties in my pocket as I walked by.

He grabbed me by the arm and between gritted teeth said, “I told you to stay away from her.”

“Listen ‘Pits’, you don’t own her, just ask her, and she’ll tell you who does though.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“You’re what, thirty? You can figure it out, can’t you?” I said as I pulled my arm from his grasp and went back to Tris’ checkout area.

I had returned inside the store from carrying out a lady’s groceries out for her, when I noticed Trent, having a heated conversation with Tris off to the side of the registers.

“Everything alright, Tris?” I asked her.

“No, this asshole said he was going to fire me if I continued to have “relations” with you,” she told me in a highly agitated state.

“I see. let’s make a pact,” I said to him.

“A what?” he asked.

“A Pact is like a bet, except you can’t renege on it, and it’s permanent,” I explained to him.

I pulled out MARCUS and started getting the Pact setup.

“What’s that?” Trent asked.

“This is the Pact Arbiter, MARCUS,” I told him.

“A what?” he asked.

“An Arbiter, he makes sure we follow the stipulations of the Pact and comply with the Judgement he administers,” I explained, as an audience began to gather around us.

“Okay, I’ll do it. What do we do though?” Trent asked.

“Simple, the Arbiter is going to ask Tris who she wants, and who she picks is the winner.”

“What happens when I win this bet? he asked smugly.

“I quit and walk out right away, but if I win, you take Tris off the schedule and pay her forty hours a week until school starts, at which time she quits,” I laid out.

“Deal,” Trent said.

We agreed on the stipulations and proceeded with the challenge. I held MARCUS up, and in the center of us, so we could all hear him clearly.

“Pact set, terms and stipulations accepted,” MARCUS stated.

“Ms. Tristian Oliver, who is your choice?” MARCUS asked.

She stood there, with almost an evil grin on her face, before she reached and pulled out her panties from my pocket. She twirled them on her finger, then close enough to Trent’s nose for him to smell her scent on them. She then tucked them back in my pocket and kissed me, stepping to my side, wrapping her arm around mine.

“Summary Judgement goes to Kyle Trident,” MARCUS announced.

“Fuck that, you’re both fired! Get out of my store!” Trent yelled at us.

“Failure to comply with the Summary Judgement will result in your incarceration for five years, Mr. Trent Quentin,” MARCUS warned.

“Fuuuuck youuuuu, take your Arbiter, your bitch, and get the fuck out of my store before I call the cops,” Trent said pointing to the doors.

Just then two officers walked through them, walked over to where we were standing, and asked, “Trent Quentin?”

Everyone, and I mean everyone, around us pointed at Trent. The look on his face when he was put in cuffs was hilarious to say the least. The second funny thing is, every employee began to cheer. I got a lot of pats on my back along with, “That was awesome, or, “Fuckin sweet, or “That was some cool ass shit, Man,” from the employees. I took Tris’ hand and led her to my bike, gave her my helmet, and went home.

When we got home, I announced myself and walked to the kitchen hand in hand with Tris. We walked in on two, stark naked, women making themselves something to eat. They turned and saw Tris standing there with me, with her hand in mine, and got looks of hunger in their eyes. The looks weren’t for me, they were for Tris. Tris released my hand, walked over to them, and rubbed their tattoos. Without a word the three of them rushed out of the room, leaving me to tend to the food that was cooking on the stove.

I finished cooking, plated the food, and then I sat at the table with the food and began to “taste test” it. The three women came rushing by without a word and started to leave.

“Where are you three going?” I asked.

“We’ll be back in a few hours,” Kim said as she opened the door.

“Stop,” I said to them, which froze them in place. They all turned to face me and had a look on their faces like they were in trouble. “What’s the look for, you’re not in trouble. I want to come with, is all,” I told them, and their faces immediately brightened.

Kim chunked me the keys and was out the door. I went out to them waiting by the Tahoe. I hit the button on the key fob and all three of them got in the backseat. I got behind the steering wheel and started it up, while Aleza told me where to go, so I backed out and drove there.

“Is this the place?” I asked Aleza.

“Yes,” was her reply.

We got out and started walking to the building, which had a neon sign saying, “Jens Tattoos and Piercings” flashing on and off. The sign on the door read “Open”, so we went in. We were greeted by a lady, or I think it was a lady, it had boobs and so much metal in it, it wasn’t going to have an MRI anytime soon. I don’t think there was a piece of its skin that didn’t have ink on it, with split tongue and all.

My ladies stood between the person and me, as Aleza asked, “Lizard, is Titania in?” We were led down a hallway to a room that was bright and painted like a forest. Aleza and Kim yanked me inside and closed, and locked, the door quickly.

The lithe and sprite of a woman lived up to her name. With the face of an angel, she wasn’t even five-foot tall, her hair, was as golden as straw that was ready for harvest, her eyes, as blue as sapphires, her skin, was without imperfections, and as smooth as porcelain, with a voice of a mermaid, that called sailors to the deaths when they spoke or sang, and her bust, was big for her size, and she had the cutest little bubble butt. She was perfection.

I walked into the room that was filled of laughter, and I felt my cheeks grow red from embarrassment. I apologized and sat down on a rolling stool. I hung my head trying to shake off the embarrassment, when who should come over and lift my head up to eye level with her tits, yeah, you guessed it, Titania. Looking into my soul with her sapphire eyes said, “You’re not the first, nor will you be the last, to lose yourself in here.”