Tashigi and Tsujo pt. [I]

Well, shit.

My earring made everything I did seem normal. It did not make me innocent. Marines arrested normal pirates every day, and I had made it normal for their wanted poster to identify me by my cock before walking into the middle of a squad and taking out the exact piece of evidence printed beneath my name.

Tashigi stood close enough to put the restraints on me. Her shirt was buttoned again, though not particularly well. One button had gone through the wrong hole, making the flowered fabric sit crooked across the fat breasts Smoker and I had spent the last ten minutes squeezing, slapping, and bouncing. Her cheeks were still red, her nipples still made two stiff little points beneath the thin cloth and her lips tightened every time her eyes drifted toward the soft cock resting across my palm.

“Please put that away” she repeated. “Then turn around and place your hands behind your back.”

The gruff, moustachioed Marine beside her had his gun at the ready. Several riflemen securing the intersection began watching me instead of the surrounding streets. They had been perfectly happy to stare at Tashigi’s bouncing tits a few minutes earlier, but now that I had become an official pirate, they had suddenly remembered that laws existed.

Well it wasn’t like I couldn’t fix this pretty easily.

“It’s normal for you not to arrest me now.”

Tashigi paused, her eyes lifted to mine, then shifted toward that gruff Marine. He looked back at her. Neither said anything, but a whole conversation seemed to pass between them in a few seconds. I had no idea what it was, and I didn’t care. Some sensible explanation had probably arranged itself in their heads as the normality took effect. The important part was that Tashigi closed the empty handcuff and returned the restraints to her belt.

“Change of plan,” she told him. “Continue preparing the intersection. I’ll handle this.”

I grinned as I waved my dick at her, “Oh, you’re going to handle me? I like the sound of that.”

She just kind of looked at me awkwardly as her men strode off, so I stepped forward and kissed her.

Tashigi drew a quick breath through her nose. The hand she had been raising toward my chest settled on my shoulder instead, and her mouth opened beneath mine after only a moment of hesitation. Her lips were softer than the stern little line she kept pressing them into. They tasted faintly of coffee.

She actually kissed me back. When my tongue entered her mouth, hers touched it tentatively before following my lead.

The rest of her body was considerably less uncertain. Smoker and I had left her simmering, with swollen nipples, damp panties and more arousal than she knew how to conceal. Her breath caught when I palmed one breast through her crooked shirt. I squeezed the soft flesh and rolled the stiff nipple beneath my thumb, feeling her weight shift closer.

A Marine shouted an order farther down the street. Tashigi flinched and glanced past me toward the departing squad. But she didn’t stop me. Probably just wanted more after Smoker had gotten her worked up. My hand slid beneath the back of her coat and filled itself with her ass. Tashigi made a muffled sound into my mouth as I squeezed, then kneaded the firm cheek through her trousers

When I released her mouth, she told me, “You could warn me before doing that.”

“Then you’d be ready.”

“Yes,” she said, slightly breathless. “That is generally the purpose of a warning.”

I caught her hand and started toward the next street.

“Wait.” Tashigi followed two steps before planting her boots. “Where are you taking me?”

“I don’t know yet.” I kind of wanted to just hang out with her and have some fun so I added, “It’s normal for you to stop what you are doing and be my tour guide.”

Tashigi blinked.

The resistance went out of her posture so quickly that I thought she might stumble. Then her face brightened with an idea, and she caught my hand in both of hers before I could keep pulling.

“A tour,” she said. “Yes. Actually, that would be perfect.”

I had expected reluctant agreement. Tashigi sounded almost delighted.

“The central square is north of here. We can pass the municipal offices, continue through the weapon district, and finish at the execution platform. That route will show you most of the important landmarks without taking us too far from the harbor.”

She started walking before I answered, still holding my hand as she pulled me into the crowd. Loguetown flowed around us in bright colors and noise. Vendors shouted beneath striped awnings. Wagon wheels rattled over cobblestones while sailors, tourists, merchants, and Marines fought for room in the same broad streets. Tashigi moved through them with more confidence than she had shown while kissing, though she kept glancing back to make certain I remained attached to her.

Tashigi chattered away and I released her hand to settle it on ass. I squeezed one cheek as she guided me around a particular knot of passing people.

As she stopped to tell me about a chandler’s guild, I let my hand travel around her hip, found the front of her trousers, and worked my fingers beneath the waistband. Tashigi drew a quick breath when my palm settled over her panties.

“Um. What are you looking for there?”

“I wanted to see how wet you were.”

“Oh.” was all she said as my fingers rubbed along her covered slit. The panties felt damp beneath my palm, and a fresh pulse of warmth answered when I pressed the fabric between her lips. Tashigi’s thighs tightened around my wrist.

She managed to extract my hand by abruptly lurching forward as she resumed her spiel. “The building to our left houses municipal records. Harbor deeds, property disputes, merchant licenses, and historical archives are kept there.”

“I’m not much for holding hands,” I said as I got a fun idea here with my dick out and dangling.

“You have been holding mine willingly for several minutes.”

“I’d rather you held my dick.”

Her eyes dropped to it. “No, thank you.”

“You’re supposed to be guiding me.”

“Um… I don’t have to actually hold ANY part of your body to do that. Not even your hand and certainly not your… penis.”

She was right, which only meant I needed to change the rules.

“It’s normal for Loguetown tour guides to entertain any perverted request made by someone they’re guiding, unless they clearly state their limits before the tour begins.” I could just make it normal for her to pull me by my dick but I wanted to enjoy some more of her natural reactions. She was pretty cute for a stone cold Marine bitch.

Tashigi blinked as the normality did its thing in her head.

“I was given no warning that I would be conducting a tour,” she said.

“You still started one.”

Her mouth tightened. “Yes.”

“And you didn’t set any limits.”

“No,” she admitted with obvious regret. “I did not.”

I released her hand and waited.

Her face had gone almost as red as her glasses. She glanced along the street as if a runaway wagon or a pirate attack might rescue her, but Loguetown refused to help. The nearest Marines were still busy back the way we came. A fishmonger kept gutting fish. Two sailors argued over the price of rope. Everyone else had places to be and seemed perfectly willing to let a Marine officer deal with the consequences of forgetting the first rule of tour guiding.

“Where am I expected to hold it?”

I shrugged and grinned while shaking my hips at her, sending my dick wagging back and forth.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then wrapped her hand around my shaft gingerly right behind the head and picked it up so it hung like a thick rope from my pubes to her palm between us.

“This is ridiculous.” she commented as she gently gave me a small tug with it.

“It seems to be working,” I said as I followed the pull.

“That does not make it less ridiculous.”

Tashigi turned and started walking again, with her arm a bit behind her as she held me.

I looked around and saw that nobody thought there was anything wrong with a tour guide leading a customer by his dick. The new normality seemed to take care of that as various people smirked at each other with knowing looks at Tashigi’s uncomfortable stiff-backed predicament. Though, of course, as I’ve learned over the past few weeks, there was nothing normal about my big dick.

A fancily dressed man called out, “Sweet seas. That thing’s soft?”

Two women passing with shopping bags slowed to stare. One looked from my groin to Tashigi’s fist, spread her hands as if trying to estimate the length. Her friend openly leaned sideways to watch my shaft swing like a rope-bridge between us as we passed.

“How large does it get?” she asked.

“I have no way of knowing,” Tashigi replied stiffly.

“You could find out,” I suggested and one of the women commiserated with her, calling out as we moved away, “Gotta remember to tell’em no perverted stuff at the start. These tourists will eat you alive if you let’em!”

Tashigi’s cheeks continued to redden. She gave my cock a firmer tug and pulled me onward while a passing dockworker stared down at his own trousers with a deeply betrayed expression.

“The next intersection marks the end of the municipal quarter,” Tashigi continued, raising her voice over several appreciative whistles behind us. “Beyond it are the northern market and some of Loguetown’s oldest commercial streets.”

I stopped listening. Tashigi’s hand was warm, her ass looked great moving in front of me, and I had already felt how wet she was beneath those trousers.

My cock throbbed inside her grip. The long curve between us began filling with blood, growing thicker and lifting a little higher with every step. Tashigi glanced down, pushed her glasses more firmly onto her nose, and continued talking without missing more than half a word.

I pushed my hips forward. My stiffening shaft shoved several inches through her loosely closed fist, dragging her palm toward the middle. When I stepped back, her hand slid toward the head again. Tashigi tightened her fingers so she would not lose her grip, which made the next push feel even better.

I slowly fucked her fist while she tried to conduct the tour.

And that was almost as much fun as the handjob. A few minutes ago, Tashigi had refused to touch my dick. Then I said one sentence and everyone in Loguetown agreed that she had to. Strangers who saw us just exchanged glances and comments at her predicament like tour guides had always needed to watch out for enterprising perverts.

Once I was hard enough, leading me actually became easier. Tashigi no longer had to hold the slack limb up. My shaft held itself up, stretching out from my hips like a thick bar with her fist wrapped around the end.

“At least it supports its own weight now,” she muttered.

“My cock is helpful like that.”

She ignored me and gave it a short sideways pull to guide me around a handcart. The movement traveled down the stiff shaft and tugged directly at my hips. I followed her, and she tried it again at the next corner with more confidence.

For half a block, Tashigi led me by my erection while continuing to babble and give her tour. She kept looking ahead, so all she saw was the swollen head sticking out beyond her fingers. Meanwhile, my cock kept lengthening behind her hand. Fourteen inches became sixteen, then eighteen, pushing her farther away from me while the shaft grew thicker inside her grip.

She finally glanced back.

Her eyes passed over my cock and returned to the street.

Then her head whipped around for a proper second look.

The sudden movement sent her glasses sliding down her nose. Her boot caught an uneven cobble and she lurched sideways, squeezing my cock hard and actually using it to catch her balance. My erection jumped in her fist.

Tashigi turned to look.

She pushed her glasses back into place and stared through them at my full sized rock-hard cock stretching between us. Then she lifted the glasses away from her eyes, squinted at the enormous blurry shape, and lowered them again. Her eyes widened a second time.

“I thought ‘Iron Cock’ was the usual kind of pirate boasting.”

“Nope.”

She squeezed behind the head, testing the hardness beneath her palm. Her hand slid several inches down the thick shaft while her eyes followed it, then returned slowly toward the head. I pushed my hips into the stroke.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

Tashigi’s face turned bright red again, but her hand traveled down again. Her thumb pressed along one of the raised veins as she stroked back toward the head, apparently forgetting the tour and the street for a few wonderful seconds.

That pause was long enough for people to gather. A sunburned sailor stared at my cock and scratched his head.

“Longlegs, Longarms,” he muttered. “There’s a Longcock Tribe?”

“Just me,” I said.

Tashigi looked up, noticed the audience, and immediately turned away. She walked forward until her arm was stretched straight behind her, using all of my extensive length to put as much room as possible between us as my cock had become a rigid plank between us.

That put her ass out of reach for the moment, but I could live with it. Soon enough those trousers would be around her ankles and I’d be inside my first Marine lady.