[MfM] Local Work [prost] [fantasy] [Mdom]

Ming sat down heavily on the shoddy bed, causing it to creak worryingly. The little room at the back of the inn had cost her most of what money she had left. While that had not been a lot to begin with, it hardly seemed worth it for what she had gotten. Even so, it was a roof over her head, and the bed was clean enough. Not _clean_, as such, but _clean enough_. Looking through her purse, she found that she only had a few copper pennies left, and realized she’d have to scare up some income if she wanted her journey to continue; Rosefire was still almost two waynweeks away, and at least three times that on foot, and she’d have to be very fortunate to get there on anything less than half a crown.

After changing her travel leathers for street clothes, she made her way back to the common room, where a couple of pennies bought her a light meal and half a bottle of weak winterfruit wine. As she ate, she watched the room for opportunities to make a bit of coin, but nothing obvious presented itself.

“Travelling by yourself?” the slim serving girl asked jovially as she descended on the table to collect Ming’s cutlery.

“Hmm?” Ming said, looking up and tearing her attention away from the other patrons. “Yes, although unless I can fill my purse I might just be stuck here…”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” the serving girl offered with a sympathetic smile. “Although where there are traders, there is coin for those willing to work for it.”

“Those willing to suck cock for it, you mean?” Ming suggested dourly.

“Well”, the girl said, looking around quickly to make sure the innkeep wasn’t watching her too closely, “that’s certainly a way to go about it.”

“Doesn’t seem to be a lot of call for it here, though.” Ming frowned.

“Bogan has no great love for whores.” the girl explained quietly. “Unless you’re prepared to give him a significant cut.”

“As you do?” Ming grinned.

“Maybe.” the girl said with a shrug. “But you might do well at the baths on the south edge of town.”

“Or you can try one of the guard posts.” she added as she finished her stacking. “If you don’t mind a bit of roughness it’s better money.”

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.”

With a sly smile and a light bow the serving girl made quit of the table, leaving Ming alone.

Stiff and sore from a two day ride in the back of an apple cart, Ming found the idea of a hot bath inviting in any case. Leaving the quiet noise of the inn behind, she stepped out into the cobblestone street that ran through the small town, and quickly found herself drawing close to the south edge of town. She easily found the baths the serving girl had mentioned, but she also discovered that there was a small guard post just across from it.

_Well, if I’m going to have a bath_, she mused to herself as she made her way towards it, _I might as well _really_ need one…_

Standing outside the open door she found one of the guards, his gaze fixed on the forest to the south. He was an obvious South Sea transplant; two heads taller than Ming at the least, and pale, blond and broad.

“Can I help you, citizen?” he asked, turning to her as she approached, his blue-gray eyes boring through her as he stared.

“As it happens”, Ming said with a smile, making an effort to put some extra sway into her narrow hips, “I was thinking maybe I could help _you_?”

He regarded her carefully for a moment, clearly understanding well what she meant.

“Tomas.” he barked over his shoulder at the open door behind him.

“Ya?” Tomas replied, sticking his curly-haired head out of the door.

“We’ve got a whore here, you in?”

“This one?” Tomas asked, looking Ming over. “Yeah, I’ll have…”

“Both of you?” Ming said, cutting her off.

“That a problem?” the blond guard asked, arching an eyebrow.

“No, it’ll just be extra.” Ming said, trying to feign confidence.

“Five marks silver.” Tomas offered.

“Eight.” Ming countered.

“Fine.” the blond guard said. “But we both get your cunny, and we both get your mouth.”

“Of course.” Ming said with a smile, and let the guard usher her inside the small tower.

The ground floor room was a bit cramped, and stuffed with all manner of implements of the town watch; spears, cudgels, suits of light and heavy armor, even the odd sword and shield. The only light was from an arrow slit high on the southern wall, but the scaffolding that should have offered a perch for an archer was gone, replaced by a banner carrying the four pointed star the Empire made its charge. The small town was far from the frontiers of the empire, so it was no surprise that most of the equipment had gone to rust, and that the guards had time to entertain company rather than watching the road.

“I don’t believe I caught your name?” Ming said, turning to the blond guard.

“It’s Alf.” Tomas offered quickly. “And I expect he’s wondering why you’ve yet to undress.”

“Well”, Ming said, pressing herself against Alf’s leathers, “I expected he’d want that pleasure for himself.”

“Trust me.” Tomas said, slipping in behind her and placing his hands on her hips. “If you value that dress, you do _not_ want that.”

“See, now you’ve gone and made me curious…” Ming mused, slender fingers struggling with Alf’s belt buckle.

With a broad hand, Alf brushed her away and expertly unbuckled his armor with two quick motions, the leathers falling away to reveal the raw boomwool tunic and trousers beneath.

“Let me help you with that.” Tomas said, reaching down and catching the hem of Ming’s dress, before quickly pulling it off over her head.

“Thank you.” she offered, turning around between the two of them. “I take it your bedding is upstairs?”

“Here is fine.” Alf said quietly as he stripped off his clothes, before grabbing Ming from behind, broad hands firmly grasping her breasts.

“If you say so…” Ming panted softly.

“I do.” Alf confirmed, kneeling on the floor. As he pulled Ming down with him, he maneuvered her into place, and as she sat down she slid down on his hard cock with a loud gasp.

“It’s good to see some girls still have the good sense to arrive already warmed up.” he said with a satisfied nod as Tomas undressed and joined them on the floor.

“It really is.”

“Ha~ah, well”, Ming moaned, “I live to serve.”

“It is disappointing to learn that they don’t know to shut up and get on with it.” Tomas said with a sorrowful smile.

Alf nodded in assent, and releasing Ming’s breasts he placed one hand on her hips and grabbed her short hair with the other.

“At least there’s a sure cure for that.” he said, pushing her forwards with a thrust, guiding her lips to Tomas’ cock.

Obediently, Ming set about kissing and fondling it, but Tomas was quick to stop her. With a gentle thumb on her chin he pushed her mouth open, and with another heavy-handed thrust Alf drove Tomas’ cock down her throat. After a quick adjustment he had both hands on her hips, and set about pounding her with great vigour, every stroke leaving Ming gagging on Tomas’ manhood. Ming tried her best to work her patrons with her tongue and cunt, but quickly realized that it was an exercise in futility, and the two of them didn’t seem very interested in her beyond her warm holes in any case, so it was all she could do to enjoy the ride.

Tomas was the first to go, yanking her head back by the hair to send a spurt of his seed across her face, and soon after Alf gave a loud grunt and spilled himself inside her, hot cum filling her up and dribbling out as he kept up his pounding for as long as he could, which wasn’t long at all. Ming had heard of the savagery the South Sea folk could put on display, but she hadn’t really believed it until Alf withdrew, leaving her with a dull, sweet ache covered in his seed.

“Well”, Ming panted, “that was certainly…”

“Still with the talking.” Tomas said, cutting her off.

“Aye.” Alf agreed, turning Ming around between them and pulling her up by her hair to face him.

“Every whore thinks they have all manner of clever things to say”, he said darkly, “and none I have met do.”

“Come now, don’t be so hard on her.” Tomas admonished, sidling up behind Ming and pressing his rapidly hardening cock against her. “She’s got a sweet mouth on her, can you blame her for wanting to use it?”

“Aye, I can.” Alf said. “So long as she’s not using it to get my cock clean she’s wasting it.”

As soon as he let her go, Ming set to work. As Tomas worked his way towards readiness to take her cunt, she kissed and licked at Alf’s cock, freeing it of her own passion mixed with his salty juices, feeling it harden under her experienced touch. By the time Tomas drove his cock into her she had it clean, and as the copper-skinned guardsman pounded her she did her best to focus on Alf, offering twirls and flourishes with her tongue. Alf bored of it quickly enough, and very much setting the rythm with a firm grasp on her hair set about fucking her face as Tomas took her from behind.

Alf clearly had something very specific in mind, and Ming’s efforts didn’t appear to be part of that, so instead she turned her attention to Tomas’ pounding, working her entire body to make her cunt as inviting and pleasing to him as she could manage even as she gagged on Alf’s massive member. Her efforts were well effective, and soon enough she could feel spatters of his essence sprayed across her back as he drew away with a grunt and a sigh.

Even alone with Alf, it was little Ming could do but concentrate on managing the cock down her gullet, but for all of it she could feel Alf’s resolve weakening against twitches and breaths cut short, and before long she came away coughing and gagging on his cum.

“Anything clever to say now?” Alf asked as Ming sat up, his seed dribbling from the corners of her mouth and dappling her chest.

Quietly, she shook her head.

“Good.” Alf said, standing up and turning to a small coffer.

“I think she’s earned an ear, no?” Tomas said, laying a playful slap across Ming’s ass.

“I suppose.” Alf said, flicking a small golden coin to the floor in front of Ming, who regarded it with some suspicion.

“We agreed on eight, that there is ten.” Alf said. “But if you absolutely want silver…”

Ming quickly shook her head and gathered up her dress, along with the coin, and unsteadily got to her feet.

“Have a good night, citizen.” Alf said, stepping into his trousers, and with a light bow Ming made quit of the guard post and dashed naked across the street to the baths.

Inside, she met the serving girl from the inn, who was getting undressed, lazily shoving her clothes into one of the cubbies on the wall, watched over by a one-eyed crone.

“Welcome.” the crone croaked. “…”

“She’s a friend of mine, grandma.” the girl said quickly, cutting the old woman off. “I’ll show her around.”

“You make odd friends indeed.” the crone offered. “But fine, just get her clean before presenting her.”

“Of course, grandma.” the girl said with a smile, giving Ming a knowing look as she caught a glimpse of the small golden coin.

“It’s safe to leave it in the cubby.” she whispered. “Grandma sees better with one eye than most people do with two.”

Ming nodded.

“Let’s get you clean, and then see if we can’t find you a twin for it?” the serving girl suggested, running a finger over Ming’s chest through a trail of guardsman’s seed, before licking it clean. “Or two?”

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