Author: NaughtyNinja2

Meggy Meets The Stocks (MMF, Non Consent)

Meggy struggled against the men holding her as they dragged her into the square. Her cheeks flushed red with a mixture of rage, shame, and exertion. There were more of them than were strictly necessary – one man held each of her arms, another two her legs as she kicked and bucked, trying to break free. The fifth man mostly just groped at her full breasts through the thin shift that was partly torn by now. The groper was Aldren, unmarried and foul.

There, in the middle of the square atop a platform the stocks stood empty and open. Not for long. Despite her best efforts, her arms were quickly dragged into place and held there. She thrashed her head around until Amice grabbed her hair viciously and yanked her neck down onto the groove in the wood. She screeched once as the large wooden piece settled down over her wrists and neck, trapping her in place. The sound of metal clanking and Meggy felt the cold of iron closing around her ankles, preventing her from moving her feet more than a few inches.

A small crowd had gathered by now. Meggy darted her eyes around desperately, looking for a friendly face. “I didn’t do anything!” she screamed. “I didn’t do it!” Read more »

Staying Employed, Part 13 (Final Episode, MF, Reluctance)

“Wednesday night then?” I asked by way of confirmation. Ballard nodded his assent. I wanted to go over the terms one last time, to be clear.

“I show up to this fancy hotel room. I give you a blowjob. Once I start, I don’t stop until you come in my mouth. I swallow, say “Thank you.”

Ballard nodded again. So far so good.

“If I do this, and I don’t talk and don’t leave until you blow your load, then our deal is complete. No more sex. No more pawning me out.”

“I expect your best effort,” Ballard said. “If you half-ass it, the deal is off.”

“Ok, so my best effort. What’s with the no talking clause? It seems a bit off. You know I’m not a talker anyway.”

Ballard shrugged. “I just want to be sure I get my end of things. No talking, no stopping except to get some air. I promise I won’t lay a hand on you to hurt you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Right,” I replied. I paused for a moment, thinking it over. I wanted to make sure I thought of everything. “Once you blow, I’m free to leave. I don’t have to let anyone else fuck me after that.” Read more »

Staying Employed, Part 12 (MF, Reluctance)

The following week Ballard took me on my hands and knees in his office. It was obvious he’d been looking forward to it, the way he mounted me and didn’t last long before I could feel him spilling his seed inside my pussy. I left his office fighting off tears without saying a word. It didn’t seem to matter to him.

The next time he had me come at the end of the day, and I entered his office to find him naked, waiting for me. With a gesture and a word, he had me strip out of my clothes. Ballard lay down on the ground in his birthday suit, and his cock was already hard. He was anticipating this, whatever it was going to be.

“Bring that pussy over here,” Ballard said with a small smile. I arched a brow, but he said “It’s mine now, remember?”

With a small shrug, I walked over to him, breasts jiggling, and straddled his face. His hands came up immediately to grab my ass, and his tongue darted out to touch my lips. My other lips. He slid his tongue the entire length of my slit, and I gave a small involuntary shudder. When he did it again, a tiny whimper passed my lips. Encouraged, Ballard licked my pussy up and down in long strokes, and before long I was wet despite my desire to leave. Read more »

Staying Employed, Part 11 (MF, Reluctance)

Ballard gave me a long look the next morning when we met before the day’s conference activities, but he said nothing. There had been no text the previous evening either, which surprised me. “My husband flew in two days early,” I told him with a shrug. I tried to be nonchalant about it. Maybe he’d take pity on me and let me off the hook. “He surprised me shortly before I was going to make my last meeting of the day,” I finished. It sounded a bit lame, even to me.

“We’ll discuss this next week,” was all Ballard said in response. He went about business as though nothing had happened, and I figured maybe he wasn’t really mad about it. I was wrong.

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“Do you have any idea what your failing to show up cost me?” Ballard asked me coldly the following week. It was like being doused in cold water. In my soul. I’d spent a few days with Keith on vacation, and I had even been able to pretend nothing was wrong. I’d convinced myself Ballard would give me a pass, and I could make it up to him somehow. Read more »

Staying Employed Part 10 (MF)

I woke up the next morning with a slight hangover. I’d returned promptly to my room and thrown up in the toilet. After sitting on the bathroom floor for a while, I made sure I was cleaned up and went down to the hotel bar where I had several glasses of wine in quick success at the hotel bar. I went back to my room, and cried in bed before I fell asleep. All I could keep thinking was “What have I done? How did I end up here?”

I couldn’t stomach the idea of eating when I got up, so I had some coffee, got dressed in a professional outfit and made my way to the first session of the convention. The topic was something related to pseudo-organic social media campaigns. My mind kept drifting. One moment I was looking at the powerpoint presentation on the large screen. The next, I could feel Todd’s thick cock between my lips, his shaft rapidly expanding and contracting as he jetted his cum into my mouth. Read more »

Staying Employed, Part 9 (mmf)

I woke at 2:30am in a panic. My back was caked with dried cum and it was pitch black. Groggily I threw on my original clothing, stuffed the newer items in my duffle with no mind to folding them, and scurried out the door. The stranger (could I still say that?) had been nowhere to be seen. He must have left after our encounter. Half running down the hall, I frantically pressed the elevator button, racing to retrieve my car from the valet.

Somehow I didn’t get a speeding ticket on the way home. I snuck into the house as quietly as I could. In the living room the TV was on, and Keith was asleep on the couch. With the light sound of his snoring fading in the background, I tiptoed to the bathroom where I had a quick shower, scrubbing away at my back with hot water and soap. I took care to clean up any remaining lube from around my ass, too. Feeling raw both physically and emotionally, I dumped my clothes in the washing machine and crept to bed. Read more »

Staying Employed, Part 8 (MF, reluctance)

I came home to find Keith hobbling his way carefully between the kitchen and the dining room, setting dishes on the table for dinner on his crutches. He still had the apron around his waist from having cooked. He smiled and, placing the plates on the table, limped over to wrap his arms around me, letting the crutches fall to the floor with a clatter.

“I’ve been an ass the last few days,” he murmured into my hair. “Hell, I’ve been an ass the last few months.” I held back tears as he kissed the top of my head gently. “Ever since I was sick I’ve just felt adrift, and not being able to work properly, and seeing you working so hard…”

Keith’s voice trailed off and I knew he was struggling to find the right words. Guilt punched me in the gut like the fist of an angry god. Earlier this same day I’d been lying on my boss’s desk. He had held my legs up in the air like I was a fucking wheelbarrow and rubbed his cock against my clit until his cum had splattered my body. I had swallowed some. I had cum. Read more »

Staying Employed, Part 7 (MF, Relucatance)

Part 7

Keith’s continued reduction in pain medication saw his libido keep rising. Perhaps he felt a need to also establish his manliness given his current status of bedridden jobless man supported by his wife.

Whatever the reason, Saturday morning saw me mounting his cock while he lay back on the bed, riding him until he exploded inside of me. Sunday started the same way, and by Sunday afternoon he was feeling adventurous enough to fuck me from behind in a spooning position. He pulled my hips back against him and I felt his cock throbbing its load inside my pussy as he gasped and groaned. I hadn’t even gotten close to an orgasm in any of our trysts.

Maybe my irritation played a part in my final decision on Monday. I felt like everyone’s object. Getting used by people at work to help support a man who then used me too. Fuck all of them. Read more »

Staying Employed, Part 6 (MF, Reluctance)

$12,000 a year. It was a lot of money. Ballard sat behind his desk, looking at me with a blank expression.

“To be clear, you’re going to offer me a $12,000 per year raise, and a promotion,” I said slowly. He nodded in reply. “And in exchange I will provide what exactly?”

“Once per month, you will entertain an out-of-state client for me. Either off-site in a hotel room, or in an office here.” His expression remained bland, as though he wasn’t offering to pimp me out to strangers.

“We need to establish ground rules,” I said, then immediately thought to myself – *you’re not actually considering this are you?*

He nodded as though he had expected that. “I think it’s time we both had some protection in all of this. What did you have in mind?”

“First, no penetration. You toed the line earlier but that’s as far as it’ll go.” I frowned slightly thinking back and wondering if it had really toed the line.

“That’s fair,” Ballard nodded. “Nobody to place any object, including their own penis, fingers, or tongue inside any part of your body. This does, of course, leave room for considerable creativity to a motivated individual. You must allow for that, provided it doesn’t cause you physical pain or harm.” Read more »

Staying Employed, Part 5 (MF, Reluctant)

The rest of my day had been a nightmare. 5 hours, working at my desk unable to forget the feeling of Terry Prince’s tiny prick splashing cum over my tits while my body shuddered with an unwanted orgasm. The bastard had gotten off on the control, the domination. Adequate.

“Smug little prick,” I muttered under my breath as I was dressing for work the following morning.

“What was that, honey?” I heard Keith ask from behind me with a note of surprise in his voice.

“Oh nothing. Just someone from work,” I said in what I hoped came across as casual annoyance. “He was a bit critical of the project I was working on.”

“Right,” Keith replied. Something in his tone made me turn to look, and lo and behold he had slipped his cock out of his boxers and was stroking himself gently. He looked rock hard. I guess reducing his painkillers had left him feeling more… awake.

“I’m running a little late,” I said, hoping to postpone this particular encounter. Normally I was happy enough to fuck or suck Keith. He was a good lover, and did his best to take care of me in return. I’d had enough of dicks lately though, and wasn’t really in the mood. He was, though. Read more »