The Proper Use of a Lady

I couldn’t help grinning as I looked down at Kaya, still cradled in my lap, hair mussed, and cheeks flushed from her very first taste of real pleasure. She was trembling softly, her breath coming in gentle, uneven pants. There was something tender and awestruck in her expression, like she'd stepped right out of a favorite storybook into a reality that didn't quite make sense yet, but felt utterly right all the same.

Yeah, this was perfect. I took in the elegant, sunlit parlor around us: lace curtains fluttering gently, polished furniture gleaming warmly, cushions piled invitingly. After spending so many nights scrubbing decks and sleeping on rough sacks, this place felt like paradise. Hell, I'd fucked an actual queen recently, but I'd rushed through it so fast I barely got to savor the luxury. This time, though? I was going to enjoy every rich, slow moment.

Kaya stirred slightly on my lap, still breathless, her petite body shifting awkwardly against my obvious, straining erection. It lifted her soft thighs slightly, and she blushed prettily, embarrassed but not protesting. Good girl. I let my hand gently stroke her smooth thigh, savoring her delicate softness under my rough palm.

Across from us, Alvida sprawled casually in a plush chair, her long legs draped carelessly over the armrest, crumbs from pastries sprinkled carelessly over her magnificent chest. She grinned lazily at Kaya, licking a crumb from her glossy lips. "Well, princess," she drawled, smug and utterly shameless, "I reckon we've got everything we need about that stretchy bastard. Good talk."

Kaya blinked softly, uncertain, her polite instincts taking over. "Oh, um...of course. I'm glad I could help," she murmured, shyly adjusting her disheveled dress. Her eyes flickered uncertainly from Alvida to me, clearly unsure what came next but trusting us (well me) implicitly, her gentle nature overwhelming any suspicion or caution.

I leaned back comfortably, smiling at Alvida while giving Kaya's thigh a reassuring squeeze. "Seems we've been rushing around lately," I mused casually. "Maybe it's time we slow down, enjoy this fancy mansion a bit longer, huh? Sleep in real beds, eat real food, make ourselves at home."

Alvida leaned back, folding her arms under her tits with a lazy smirk. “Now you’re talking, partner. Let that rubber freak enjoy his head start. I’ve got everything I need to track that new tub of theirs, and it’s not like that so-called navigator he’s picked up is going to outsmart me. We’ll hunt them down when we’re good and rested. Tonight, we live like royalty.”

Kaya once again frowned at Alvida’s animosity towards her friends but quickly nodded, the perfect hostess even now, her voice soft but earnest. "Oh! Please, you're both very welcome to stay. I'll have Elise prepare your rooms immediately-"

I chuckled gently, interrupting her as I carefully lifted her to her feet. "Don't worry about rooms yet, Kaya. I just want to enjoy you a little more first."

She blinked, uncertain but obedient, watching with quiet bewilderment as my fingers found the buttons of her dress, undoing them. The delicate fabric slid down her slender shoulders, pooling at her feet and leaving her standing clad only in an elegant, lacy bra that gleamed white against her pale skin. She flushed deeply, arms instinctively moving to shield herself, but I gently took her wrists and lowered them, enjoying the view.

“Um, oh, you’re, uh, undressing me here?” she stammered, voice barely a whisper.

“Yep.” I smirked at her complete lack of the proper response to my actions.

“Ah… I’m sorry, I just… um… I’m not used to this. But, I… I trust you, Tsujo. Please, just… let me know if I should do anything…”

She was beautiful in an innocent way: petite curves, modest breasts, a gentle waist, and…

There it was: a sweet, innocent slit with a dusting of fine blond fuzz above, tucked in neat and tight, the kind of untouched pussy only a rich girl could have. No lips poking out, nothing gaping, just a shy, pink crease, blushing from her first climax. I grinned, thinking about all the ways it’d change after some time with me. With the kind of attention I’d give her, that cute little flower would blossom, open up, and get that sexy, swollen look that only comes from being used hard and often, a look I loved to see.

I reached around Kaya, trying to take off her bra. But the stupid garment fought me, I fumbled with it, tugging awkwardly. Alvida snorted in amusement and leaned in. “There’s the lie to your stories about bedding village girls left and right before I picked you up.” she drawled, and with a quick, practiced flick, the bra popped open and slid free, falling to the floor and leaving Kaya’s small breasts exposed to the sunlight.

I didn’t bother with a response to Alvida’s dig, obviously rich girl bras were different.

I cupped Kaya’s tits in both hands, thumbing her pink nipples until they peaked up stiff and proud. She shivered, letting out a helpless little sound, then tried to regain her composure, “A-ah… um… are you sure you want to, ah, do this here? I-it’s just… I’ve never… oh-” She broke off with a soft gasp as my thumbs teased her nipples.

Alvida snorted, licking her lips. “No need for all that polite chattering, girl. Just let the man enjoy himself.”

“Oh. Okay…”

I let my rough hands wander over her chest, down her belly, cupping her ass. Her body was so delicate I could nearly span her waist with my hands. I pinched the soft flesh, enjoying the feel of her, watching her squirm. “You’re a work of art, Kaya,” I told her, and I meant it.

She smiled, bright and bashful. “Thank you, Tsujo… You’re very kind.”

I placed a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder, pressing her carefully down to her knees. She complied, blinking up at me with confusion, but still trusting. Smiling at her reassuringly, I released my cock from my pants. It sprang out heavy and thick, smacking audibly against her forehead and the bridge of her nose, startling her into wide-eyed awe.

Kaya gasped softly, eyes going huge as she took in my massive, throbbing length resting heavily against her face. It was bigger than her delicate features, the sheer size clearly overwhelming her. Her breath trembled against my skin as she struggled to process what was happening.

For a moment she just stared, cheeks burning, her small hands rising automatically to cup and steady the thick, heavy length. She looked almost dazed, both embarrassed and oddly fascinated by the feel and weight of it. Even as her hands trembled, she held me with a kind of innocent, reverent care, like she’d been given a precious, impossible task.

Not sure what to do apparently and ever the good hostess, she tried to gather herself, her voice quivering as she attempted to maintain some dignity. “Um… would you both like something to drink? Perhaps some tea or I could bring more pastries. I’m sure the staff would-” Her words were muffled, a little comical, as the head of my cock pressed into her cheek. Still, she kept a steady grip, clearly unsure whether to let it go or treat holding it as another part of her hosting duties.

I couldn’t help but smile, leaning in with a tone that was gentle but left no room for misunderstanding. “Now, now, Kaya, don’t worry about that. You see this?” I gave a slow roll of my hips, letting the shaft shift in her grasp, the heat and pulse impossible to miss. “You’re the one who got me this worked up. Feels only fair that you should be the one to take care of it, don’t you think? Especially after that good cum I gave you. Go on, use that sweet mouth.”

I was enjoying playing at being some suave confident pirate rogue, the earrings giving me the ultimate confidence that I could do no wrong and suffer no consequences.

Before she could muster a protest, Alvida’s booming laugh interrupted. The pirate queen lounged across her chair, one boot kicked up, her grin sharp as a knife. “Listen here, princess,” she said, “when pirates come calling, the only thing you ought to be serving is- yourself. Tea and cakes? Save ‘em for the old ladies. Out here, the strong take what they want. Weak civilians like you-” She gestured at Kaya’s nakedness, lips curling in a wicked grin. “-ought to be grateful to offer up your holes. That’s what keeps you safe. That’s how it works in the real world.”

Kaya went stiff, color draining from her face as she clung a little tighter to my cock. “Pirates?” Her voice quivered, polite mask slipping into real alarm. “You’re… pirates?”

I saw the panic blooming in her wide blue eyes, so I squeezed her shoulder gently, catching her gaze, my voice low and easy. “Hey now, don’t go thinking the worst. We’re not like this Kuro guy’s Black Cats. We’re good pirates, honest. Like your friend Luffy and his crew. Didn’t you say they saved you? We’re the same sort.”

Alvida barked a laugh, but didn’t contradict me. “Yeah, ‘good’ pirates,” she echoed, grinning with that lazy arrogance. “Long as you’re smart enough to give us what we want, there’s nothing to worry about.”

"Besides, Kaya," I murmured kindly, "I think you'll come to find out you normally like giving pleasure like this. Blowjobs are fun, aren't they? Especially with a great big piece of meat like mine, huh?"

Her eyes softened, confusion fading into shy, curious acceptance. A gentle smile slowly spread across her lips, sweet and earnest. "Oh...yes, I... I suppose you're right, Tsujo. It does seem rather fun," she admitted softly, blushing as she gazed at my cock with newfound intrigue. Her delicate fingers began exploring my big shaft rather than just holding.

With a soft, uncertain sigh, she parted her lips carefully, eyes locked on mine, looking for reassurance. When I nodded encouragingly, she took the head of my cock gently into her warm, inexperienced mouth, her tongue shyly caressing the underside. I groaned softly, stroking her hair in approval, enjoying her innocent, eager attention.

"That's it, Kaya," I praised gently. "Just like that. You're a natural."

She hummed softly in response, cheeks pink with pride and pleasure, her eyes sparkling as she focused entirely on the task at hand, determined, sweet, and perfectly willing.

It was impossible for Kaya not to smile around Tsujo. His cock filled her mouth, stretching her lips wider than she’d ever imagined, each inch hot and alive, the taste of his skin strangely exciting, salty and slightly bitter. Never in her dreams did she imagine this could feel so fun, so daring. Here she was, on her knees before a man, her mouth wrapped tight around the most intimate part of him, and instead of horror, she felt a reckless thrill and a giddy pride.

This is filthy, Kaya thought, cheeks burning, but she didn’t stop. Her tongue traced the thick underside, feeling the way the head swelled at her attention, and she shivered at the realization that she was bringing this much pleasure to another person. She was doing something she’d never even read about in her books. The simple truth of it made her heart race: she was sucking on a man’s penis, lips slipping wetly over the tip, the same place he peed from. Instead of shame, it sparked a wild, secret excitement.

She drew back, swirling her tongue over the slit, tasting a faint bead of clear fluid: slippery, warm, mysterious. It was wicked, like a hidden game she and Tsujo shared alone. Glancing up, she caught his gaze, saw the flash of approval and pride in his face, and felt her own pride blossom in response. It felt wonderful to be wanted.

She drew back, breath trembling, lips slick and rosy. “Um… Am I doing this right, Tsujo?” she whispered, her voice wavering between embarrassment and hope. “Should I…use my tongue here? Or…maybe my hand, too?”

Tsujo groaned, one hand threading through her hair. “That’s perfect, Kaya. Feels incredible, just take it slow, yeah? Use your tongue around the head…just like that…ahh, good girl.”

His praise made her blush deepen, but she smiled, encouraged, and swirled her tongue shyly around the thick crown, feeling it twitch beneath her. The naughtiness of it, the secret thrill, filled her with energy.

His balls drew her attention next: they hung low and heavy, shifting gently in their loose, silky sac. Curiosity blossomed into delight as she cupped them in her palms, so soft, so yielding, almost impossibly full. She rolled them carefully, feeling the weight and heat, marveling at how sensitive and responsive they were. She squeezed, just a little, watching Tsujo’s body react, and giggled quietly at the power she held.

“They’re…so big. Is that…is that normal?”

From behind her, Alvida’s laugh rang out, loud, lewd, and utterly without shame. “Big? Girl, you’ve landed yourself a legend! Most men are lucky if their sack fills a palm. That monster there? He’s a freak in all the right ways. Don’t be shy, princess, get your mouth under there, roll ‘em around. That’s a good trick for making a man melt.”

Kaya hesitated, eyes flicking nervously between Tsujo’s approving gaze and Alvida’s predatory smirk. Then, emboldened, she leaned in close and let her tongue trace the loose skin, marveling at how it shifted and dimpled beneath her touch, like strange fruits in a droopy satchel. She dragged the flat of her tongue up the side, then drew a deep breath and sucked gently, slurping the warm, salty skin into her mouth. Tilting her head, she looked up at Tsujo past the looming bulk of his shaft, watching the cable-thick veins on it flex and jump as she nursed at his sack, delighting in the helpless, appreciative sounds he made above her.

Tsujo let out a deep, appreciative groan. “Yeah, Kaya…just like that. Gods, you’re a natural. Didn’t expect you to be so into it, but I like it.”

Kaya flushed with pride, the sense of power and naughtiness warring with her usual shyness. “I… I think I like it too. It’s… it’s strange, but it feels good. And you seem to like it, so…”

She glanced up again, mouth hovering over the tip. “Should I…try to take more?” she asked, hesitant but game, her voice trembling with nervous excitement.

Alvida cackled, “That’s the spirit, girl! Don’t waste a drop. A real woman gives everything she’s got to the man with the biggest cock in the room. Out here, that’s how you earn your keep, pleasure for the strong, obedience from the weak. You’re learning quick for a rich brat.”

Kaya bit her lip, cheeks flaming, but she nodded. “I… I want to do it right. I want to make you feel good, Tsujo.”

With that, she opened wider, lips sliding over more of him, her hand stroking the thick shaft as her other hand played with his balls. She sucked and licked, growing bolder with every approving sound Tsujo made.

He moaned, low and rough. “Just like that, Kaya… Gods, you feel amazing… That’s it… Take your time, enjoy it.”

Kaya lost herself in the rhythm and praise, her own body tingling with arousal and pride. She never thought this would be her, kneeling naked, sucking a pirate’s cock while another pirate watched and jeered, but it felt exciting, powerful, and strangely right. For the first time, she wondered what other men she’d known might look under their pants, if sucking on their parts would be so fun, or if it was just Tsujo who made her so curious and eager.

Her mind wandered first to Merry, gentle and protective, would his penis feel just as warm, would he shiver and moan under her tongue? She blushed deeper, surprised at herself, and surprised too at the notion that something so tall and heavy could erupt from his lap; she’d never realized that men's penises were so big, so formidable.

Then, a pang of sorrow and confusion: Kuro, her trusted butler, who had tried to kill her. She nearly recoiled from the thought, but the curiosity pressed in. Kuro was so slender and reserved, but even he must have had an impressive shaft, long and dangerous, perhaps as imposing as his presence. Would things have turned out differently, she wondered with a blush, if she’d offered him this kind of pleasure? If she’d ever knelt for him, kissed his cock, would he have ever betrayed her at all? The thought made her shudder, both with embarrassment and an odd twinge of regret.

And Usopp, dear, funny Usopp, her friend with the long nose and even bigger feet. She remembered overhearing a maid once, giggling with another about what such things might mean on a man. The memory colored her cheeks, and she couldn’t help but imagine him now, tall and awkward, blushing and gasping as she tended to a cock surely just as lengthy as his nose,.something almost comically large.

Even that strange hypnotist with the silly walk and the bulge in his pants flitted through her mind, was he just as thick and long as Tsujo? Would he sigh and praise her if she tried her best?

A wicked thrill pulsed through her as she imagined kneeling for any of them, would it be this fun? This satisfying?

I gripped the back of Kaya's head, my hips rolling slowly, savoring the silky squeeze of her lips and tongue. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes watering, sweat beading on her brow as she struggled with my size, most of my shaft still glistening and exposed. She was giving it her all, her mouth stretched wide, lips forming a trembling seal a few inches past my cockhead, unable to take more, but eager to please me nonetheless.

I couldn’t help but let out a rough, satisfied groan. “Gods, Kaya… your mouth, fuck, your mouthpussy is perfect…” The words spilled out, thick with pleasure, a husky croon I didn’t bother to hide.

Alvida laughed, “Mouthpussy?! Oh, you little shit, that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard! Don’t you ever call my mouth that!”

I shot her a cocky grin. “That’s not fair, Alvida. You’ve got the best mouthpussy in East Blue. You can actually take the whole thing. That’s fucking incredible.”

Kaya’s head jerked back in surprise, her lips popping free with a wet gasp, drool and precum smeared across her chin. Her eyes were wide with innocent curiosity. “Wait… Alvida can really take all of it?” she asked, voice full of polite awe, as if discussing a parlor trick.

Alvida preened, puffing up her chest, eager to claim any kind of superiority, even this. “Course I can, girl. There’s not a cock alive I can’t handle.”

I just laughed, watching Kaya’s stunned, fascinated expression. Even here, on her knees with my fat cock resting against her cheek, she seemed to approach the topic like a noble girl discussing manners at tea. The power of my normality aura never failed to amuse me.

I stroked Kaya’s hair fondly, encouraging her. “Don’t worry, Kaya. You’re doing amazing. Just take your time. Who knows, maybe with a little practice you’ll be able to match Alvida’s talents.”

Alvida snorted, but didn’t argue. Instead, she smirked, clearly enjoying Kaya’s stunned reaction and the way I was so openly proud of her mouth.

Kaya’s cheeks flushed deeper, but she smiled bashfully, lips pursed in determination as she leaned back in, ready to try again, the entire exchange as mundane and matter-of-fact as discussing table settings.

She gathered her courage and guided my cock back between her lips, her delicate hands trembling as she wrapped them around the thick shaft. Her golden hair tumbled over her shoulders, shining in the light, as she worked her mouth slowly down the length, cheeks hollowed in effort. Each time she bobbed lower, her throat fluttered and her jaw stretched, a mix of determination and awe in her blue eyes. Her tongue swirled curiously around the veined underside, exploring every ridge and ridge, savoring the taste and feel, as if mapping some forbidden delicacy. Every movement was tentative and polite, but the sloppy, lewd sounds made it clear how deeply she wanted to please. The soft, wet suction and the sight of her prim, perfect lips stretched wide over my cock was enough to make me throb with pride and hunger.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I was suddenly half out of my chair, knees bent, both hands clamped tight around the back of Kaya’s head. She was little and light in my grip, mouth stretched wide and slick, her lips sealing tight around the thick head of my cock. Her spit ran down her chin, mixing with my precum, her tongue moving frantic underneath.

She made little noises, soft and eager, every time I grunted and pushed deeper, using her mouth like it was just a fuckhole made for my cock. I didn’t care how polite she looked kneeling, right now, she was just my plaything, my perfect mouthpussy.

“Gods, Kaya… Just like that. Keep it tight- ‘m close…” I growled, barely thinking about what I was saying, just focused on the wet, clinging heat of her mouth.

I was half-standing now, fists knotted in Kaya’s soft hair, using her little mouth like it was built for my cock. Her lips squeezed around my tip, cheeks bulged out, spit and precum leaking everywhere. She looked up at me, face all red and shiny, but never tried to pull away,.just let me use her however I wanted, her tongue fluttering over the head, trying her best.

With a guttural shout, I shoved her head down and let loose, balls drawing up as I pumped thick jets of cum straight into her mouth.

I lost control, hips jerking. “Fuck! Kaya!” I groaned, pushing her back, her body bent at the waist, arms falling limp to her sides as I held her face in my hands, forcing every inch that I could between her lips, balls tight, and letting loose with another thick, heavy load. Hot cum shot straight to the back of her throat, more than she could swallow, flooding her mouth. She made a surprised, muffled sound, cheeks puffing out as she struggled to gulp it down, white leaking from the corners of her lips and dribbling down her chin.

I held her there until I was empty, then finally let her up. She gasped, coughing a bit, spitting out the last of it, her face a ruined mess of drool and semen. She looked dazed, but there was a wild, silly grin blooming on her lips. Her eyes shone with pride, and something brighter, a spark of genuine fun.

Alvida was roaring, shaking her head. “Look at that! Poor little noble all creamed up. Never seen a prissy mouth put to better use!”

Kaya wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still kneeling, chest heaving as she caught her breath. She looked up at me, smiling sheepishly, cheeks pink and sticky. But her voice was steady, warm, even playful.

“I… I’ve never done that before, Tsujo,” she breathed, a little laugh in her voice. “It was so much more…fun than I thought it would be. And silly, too! You really do make a lot, don’t you?”

She giggled, licking her lips, and glanced down at the mess on her dress and hands. “I want to get better at it,” she admitted, shy but honest, almost excited. “It feels… nice, making you feel good like that. And having it in my mouth, feeling it pulse and squirt, so strange, but I really did like it!”

Alvida shot me a wicked, approving look, stretching languidly on the couch. “That was just the first round, lover boy. Think she’s got enough in her for the whole night?”

I grinned, tucking myself back in and giving Kaya’s tousled hair a fond stroke. “She’ll have plenty of practice. We’re just getting started.”