A Babe Show [pt. III]

*Collaboration with NamiChwan57

When Franky came back with an odd chair, Nami was playing her assigned part perfectly, as she stood before Nakaba, glaring back and forth between the assortment of dicks the rest of the Straw Hat pirates had for her, her slim hands perched upon her wide juicy hips, “What am I even looking at? Huh!? This is so embarrassing! Doesn’t seeing this huge dick, and us ladies giving it so much love – that doesn’t get your competitive juices flowing? Aren’t you going to at least try to compete? Come on! Stroke your cocks harder! Try to get bigger! Come on, we want to see something bigger. So get bigger!”

Zoro scowled and shook his head at her antics even though he recognized she was directing her ire towards Sanji and Usopp mostly. Like the no-thought idiots they were, the cook and the sniper began to work their dicks in their hands even harder at her urging. Their efforts were of course futile. It was clear that they were already as hard and as large as they were ever going to be. Responding to Nami's bullshit taunting was a fool's game. Just treating her like the titillating eye-candy she was as a Babe was the way a real man handled such situations.

"Sad," Nami continued, "Is that the best you can do? Are you even trying? Why don't you have big cocks when you know that's what we women want? Well, keep stroking your boring dicks. Don't stop for even a second. You guys had sooo much fun, using all your skills and resources to just TRY and make THIS pussy cum, let's see how easy it is for you all to make those nuts shoot out all that nasty sperm onto the lawn, huh?"

Still strumming a proper tune for the first Babe Show he could remember performing for, Brook was soundlessly chuckling at the scene now; he couldn't help it. Nami certainly had a mean streak, didn't she? So sharp and biting, always cutting right to the quick. He was just glad his unfortunate circumstances exempted him from such treatment.

Franky delivered his wooden chair then, one that was clearly designed for sex, interrupting the redhead's scathing tirade. There was no back, just two extensive armrests that provided support and a curved seat that perfectly conformed to the natural shape of a woman. There was even a foot rest.

“Don’t forget the cup holder!” Franky was proudly pointing out as he sat the piece of sex-furniture down in the middle of the grass-laden deck and then stepped back. He was looking uniquely special, clad in only his bright red with sea-green palm-trees unbuttoned blouse, his well-toned chest and large bulbous abs on display not to mention his brightly light blue pubic hair around his out-thrust genital gear.

“Perfect for a super mid sex refuel on some delicious Cola! It’s okay Nakaba-bro, you don’t need to praise my genius! Just watching a babe-show is thanks enough for ol’ Franky! Ow!”

The blue haired cyborg posed with two arms outstretched above him. Zoro certainly wasn’t really going to praise his genius, nor anything rhyming with genius that Franky’s pose was showing off, but he imagined the sex chair would have its uses.

The crew’s babe spotter naturally agreed, “Yeah, great, thanks guy.”

Both his babes were inspecting it quite thoroughly with their eyes. Neither wanting to give too much attention to something Franky had made, but at the same time imagining their bodies draped along the smooth looking surface… and how deep a cockening they could experience if Nakaba decided to fuck them on top of it. The thought of those last few inches that Nakaba always struggles to shove into their tight holes finally being inserted inside them, his pelvis and theirs actually managing to stay together…

That image alone sent shivers throughout their entire spines. And yet, at the same time, neither of his babes wanted to give any attention to it; the image of him pushing those things so deep into them was so damn erotic and tempting…

A few minutes later…

As the Thousand Sunny smoothly cut its way through the waves, it was quite the panorama for one with a bird's eye view of the brightly colored brigantine. One would have to be from another reality or perhaps the bearer of an all-powerful magical treasure to find what was currently taking place on deck to be out of the ordinary. A handful of pirates gathered around another of their members sitting upon a backless chair like a throne, the majority of them urgently masturbating. The sitting pirate was clearly the Babe Spotter of the crew, the size of his cock making that obvious and apparent from even high up. That imposing length of fuck-pole was a pillar rising from the lap of his crossed legs, propped up by a set of huge testicles that looked far meatier than any of the others were likely to sport, his sack straining tight across his nuts by the sheer quantity of fertile Babe Spotter jizz sloshing within. Kneeling at his feet were the spotter's natural accompaniment: two Babes who'd recently been stripped of all they wore by their fellow Straw Hats (quite rambunctiously so based on the wide disorderly array of feminine garments that now littered the lawn).

Nami's insatiable body was perfectly on display as she knelt and leaned forward to lick and tease Nakaba's nipple, the perfectly round mounds of her soft, meaty ass raised in the air towards the surrounding males with the plump glistening folds of her sex peaking out between her thighs out between her thighs like some exotic fruit. She appeared to be the most erotic thing imaginable to them excepting of course, her fellow Babe: Robin who had taken the same stance but from the side putting her lewd set of naughty curves in perfect profile for the boys. Her breasts were like enormous succulent melons resting upon Nakaba's armrest as she sensuously tended to his pulsing twitching manhood, licking his salty precum and rubbing her tongue over his sensitive flesh with the utmost tenderness.

As one or another pirate would become overcome with the visual stimulation, their heady need boiling over, they would rush forth and thrust out their hips over their chosen target and frantically unleash their inferior seed upon their bodies; and it would all become clear to this potential aerial observer.

This was a Babe Show!

Men of the Sea were pent-up as they come, everyone knew that. Filled with such untamed lust upon their long sea journeys, such a great and overpowering need to release tension. Any proper sea captain worth his salt paying attention to crew efficiency made sure to account for collective ball-draining. It took a truly outstanding Captain to maintain proper discipline and dedication an focus on the task at hand, not to mention maintaining high morale throughout long voyages amongst all of the nightmare inducing terrors that sailed the Blue Sea and swam beneath its surface. That's why a decent cumrag was hired or 'acquired' by even the poorest captains and the lowliest crews while the better ones recruited a Babe Spotter and the Babe Show was the regular perverse entertainment that kept unruly crew satisfied and happy. Some of the largest crews had their erotic escapades broadcast on Den Den Mushi’s show, tales of Shanks’, Kaidou’s, Whitebeard’s, and even the Marine’s Babe Shows were beginning to spread far and wide around the world. A new section opening up in Nakaba’s Babe Spotter Guide showing times and locations to watch each of the various fuckfests. Lowly men the world over were certainly able to wank properly now.

It was just how it was.