Chapter 6 - Nami (One Piece)


 To relax and unwind once in a while was only natural.

 The Straw Hat Pirates hadn’t done it in months; but the moment was finally here. They landed on a small and peaceful island that promised them a day of R&R. 

 To be able to get off-ship again and see some new faces again... Nami trembled with excitement as she came down the gangplank, bouncing the hefty pouch full of coin in her palm as she thought of all the shopping to be done. But after a whole afternoon of going through ugly clothing, she ended up in the same tavern as all the rest of them.

 Sanji and Usopp were already dead drunk and passed out in their seats. The others were almost there too. Luffy was trying to impress the locals with tricks using his elastic limbs. Nami sipped on her ale slowly, the firelit interior spinning a little around her from all the booze.

 Next to her, Zoro rested his face on the bartop, eyes closed. “Nami…” he mumbled. “Did I ever… tell you… abouhhhhkhhsss...”  

 Nami glanced at him, waiting for him to finish. Zoro snored.

“Nami!” Luffy cried out as he juggled some empty tankards. “Come here! We’re telling stories.”

 The barkeep eyed her empty drink. “Another?” He was a rather short and stocky guy with ebony-dark skin, two golden skull earrings dangling from his earlobes and a secretive smile of golden teeth. His grin was so large that it looked to be half his head. “Another, miss?”

 Nami hiccuped and almost threw up. Grimacing, she held her stomach and got up. Every noise annoyed her and even the low firelight hurt her eyes. I’ve had too much. This stuff is strong…

 She shuffled towards the bathroom but lost balance and ended up stumbling back over the bar. The barkeep helped out and put a hand around her waist, taking her by the hand. “Easy there, miss,” he drawled. “You’re gonna get yourself hurt.” 

 Nami let him guide her towards the bathroom. Despite being almost two heads shorter than her, he was surprisingly strong. “Are you a pirate?” she asked with a mindless smile, hiccuping again.

“No, miss. No pirate. Never even left this island.”

“No way…”

 It felt good to be in strong hands. Really good, especially after all that time on ship. Maybe a little break is exactly what I need…

 The barkeep brought her to the stall and sat her down on the toilet, still dressed. “Are you okay now, miss? Can I leave you here?”

 Nami stared right ahead and for the first time noticed the swelling bulge going down along his thigh in the baggy pants. He was short enough that behind the bar she hadn’t noticed anything the entire night. 

 Smirking deviously, she reached out and grabbed it. “What’s this?”

 The barkeep took a step back, trying to get away. “W-What are you doing, miss? Are you alright?” His voice was unsteady and shaken.

 He must be wondering how crazy I am. “The answer is very,” she told him. 

“Wh-What?~”

 Despite his attitude Nami could feel the shaft throbbing against her fingers. The cloth that the pants were made out of was loose and flimsy enough that she could stroke it with ease. 

 She licked her lips and pressed her nose into his crotch, picking off the powerful, musky scent of his sweaty shaft. “I want you to fuck me. How much does that cost?”

 The barkeep gulped. “Are you serious, miss?” He smiled shyly with his golden teeth. “I ain’t much of a looker. Not like you… And you’re, you know, a pirate…”

“That’s right!” Nami yelled. “Hck! I’m a pirate, and I’m going to take this… hck!.. as mine. Close that door.” 

 Now that he saw that she was serious the black stud was becoming a little more willing. It was true that he wasn’t much of a looker, and Nami wouldn’t have been caught dead with a guy this short on any other occasion. But none of that matters now. 

 She tugged his pants down and then lovingly lifted the big black cock in her palm, gazing at it like a great work of art. She could see the precum built-up at the head and felt a tremor of desire going through her. A final cry from the rational part of her brain asked her if this is what she really desired, if she truly wanted to fuck this short black stranger in a dirty tavern stall.

 In response to that question, she sucked his head into her mouth and heard him groan. It had been ages since she tasted a cock, especially a rich chocolate monster like this one whose taste immediately made her wet. She squeezed his shaft and heard him grunt like a bull in heat, more his seed oozing over her tongue.

“Just like that,” said Nami, pleased with the sweet nectar she tasted. “I want every drop of it.” 

 The barkeep was gaining in confidence and threaded her hair with his dark fingers, gripping onto her ginger locks as he forced her to deepthroat his dick. “Just like that,” he repeated after her mockingly. 

 Nami gagged slightly as he took it in, but had done this enough times to handle it despite the uncomfortable position. She shifted till she had a better angle and then swallowed the entire shaft down to the balls - brought her tongue out to lap at his balls for good measure.

“Fuck!” grunted the bull. “Fuck me!” 

 Nami spit out his cock and grinned, stroking the engorged shaft as the ropes of drool dangled along its sides. “We Straw Hat Pirates know what we’re about.”

 He brought her up for a kiss. “I can see that.” 

 Nami kissed him back, sucking on his tongue as she massaged the big black cock with both hands. Though the sudden arousal woke her up like a spike of adrenaline beforehand, now she could slowly feel the booze taking over once more and making things slow and fuzzy.

 Feeling her going limp in his grip, the bull turned her around and pulled down her pants. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He bit her earlobe and grinded his shaft against her ass in preparation, then placed the throbbing head against her pussy and slipped it in.

 Nami cooed happily as it penetrated deeply, feeling her tight pussy getting stretched out. So long on the sea without anyone to fuck her properly had made her even more desperate and sensitive. He can do whatever he wants with me, she thought. I really don’t care. 

 The barkeep spanked her ass hard and slammed it in. He pinned her against the wall in the tightness space of the stall, exploring her entire body with his hands as he slowly undressed her. His lips kissed her shoulders and then the muscles in her back. “You taste so good…”

 Then her clothes were all at their feet, his fingers kneading her big white tits as the throbbing dick slammed into her over and over. There was no mercy in the way he fucked her, just complete abandon as he realized that she was really a slut that he could use as he pleased, a ginger bitch with a sweet young body to take as his property for the night. 

 He slapped her ass again and heard her cry out as he hit one of her sensitive spots. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked, twisting her nipple playfully between his fingers. “Some pirate you are.”

 Nami turned her head and kissed him , wondering what the others would think if they saw her like this. A few of them knew the depths of depravity she could sink to, but only they did; the others still thought that she was an inexperienced virgin that just liked to show off. 

 The sweat dripped down her face as dick stretched her out, grinding down her insides, and Nami was reminded once more of why a big black cock was always best. She could feel her juices dripping down her thigh and heard the heavy balls slapping each time he drove his body forwards to fuck her. 

 Nami turned around the whole way to kiss him better. She wanted to show him how much she appreciated the moment. Despite the difference in height between them, she held onto him with her thin pale limbs as he wrecked her with one stroke at a time. 

“That’s so good!” Nami cried out. “That’s so, so good…” 

 It was hard to say if the alcohol made it feel better than it was - either way, Nami didn’t want it to stop. Having her insides pulverized by a BBC like this was such heaven that she knew she would be feeling down whenever they would have to get off this rock and get going. We need one of these on the ship. I bet Robin would appreciate it too. Nami wasn’t certain her crewmate acquired a taste for BBC yet, but it was inevitable for a woman with a perfect breeding body like that. 

 Nami could still remember the first time she was taken by a black cock and how in denial she was. There had been several of them in fact, a bunch of guys that wanted to get back at Arlong for a debt. They ended up catching Nami instead and took her for hours, deep into the night, till they finally got tired and went to sleep, which was how they got caught. No one among the Arlong crew believed them when they said that they caught and fucked Nami, and she denied it. But that experience was really all that was needed to carry her into a blacked life…

 If it came down to cock versus no cock, then she would go with any guy so long as he was big enough. The small ones she couldn’t even feel. But if it came down to picking between black and all the rest… it wasn’t much of a choice. The choice was black the whole way, and in an ideal world she would have gone black only. 

 Nami could tell that the bull was getting ready to come. She herself could feel her insides melting away and rolled her eyes, so close to coming yet holding it off for a few moments for fear of passing out. “Remember… to pull… out…” 

“Sure,” he said with a bastardly grin. “Of course.” 

 With his reassurance, she grasped him tightly and gripped his dick hard with her pussy, feeling herself come at last. So much pent-up arousal had been built up that Nami could feel it washing over her like an awesome wave. Her eyes rolled back, her mind losing a grip on consciousness, her toes flexing as her fingers clawed so wildly at his back that she ripped through his shirt. 

 But even in those last moments before she went out, she could still feel it: hot baby batter getting dumped freely. Rope after rope of strong potent seed shooting up into her fertile womb, with the massive cock closing off any potential for it to leak out. It would all be trapped there, ready to take root.

 Nami thought about the implications and wanted to punch him and yell for coming after being explicitly warned not to. But in those last seconds of shadowy consciousness before she went out entirely, her only thought was: at least it will be a black baby.

 The only kind she would ever accept. 
