Straw Hats and Babe Spotters [pt. II]

*Written with NamiChwan57

The sound of Luffy eating was loud as he shoved a huge spit-roast mutton into his gaping maw, the size of which would have required the unhinging of his jaw should he have been a normal type of person. Sanji sat back precariously on a tilting chair, his propped up legs on the table keeping him from falling as he took a drag from his cigarette and watched his Captain enjoy the fruits of his kitchen labor. Even now, with the meat almost halfway devoured, Luffy was still chewing, swallowing and continuing to chomp as he licked a string of gravy from his lower lip.

Sanji waved his smoke wafting cigarette in the air as he peered at Luffy with one eye, the other fully obscured by his blond bangs, “You know I appreciate how much you love my cooking but you know... you could slow down and actually taste it once in a while..."

Luffy swallowed loudly, his eyes wide open and gleaming, before he grinned wide, “I am tasting it! Every time! Tastes so GOOD!”

Then he began chomping with renewed vigor. Sanji rolled his eyes and exhaled another cloud of smoke. As the blonde began to relax back into his comfortable chair, the straw hat wearing boy reached his long arm back to the kitchen counter to grab a fresh plate and begin piling more food onto it, oblivious to his cook's words.

“Yeah yeah, I’m sure you say that to all the chefs. You know, the ones we encounter then you end up eating their random slop with the same damned gusto…” muttered Sanji under his breath even as he kept an eye on the stove-top. The special meal for Nakaba and the girls which was his true reason for trying to keep Luffy sated ahead of time. Naturally, he prioritized their resident Babe Spotter’s culinary needs over all else, his beautiful female crew members a very close second.

A few minutes passed like that when Luffy abruptly stopped eating.

The sudden end to the sound of chewing and a soft thud signified that Luffy had dropped his into the pile of mashed potatoes on his plate. Sanji looked over to see the top of Luffy's hat, the boy apparently staring down into his lap.

Or maybe he'd fallen asleep in the middle of eating. Not a rare occurrence with the way Luffy put it away...

Except the black haired boy suddenly looked up, a huge teeth shining grin on his face.

"What...?" asked Sanji when Luffy suddenly stood up and pointed with both of his hands at the huge tent in his shorts.

Sanji blinked.

"Yess! It's daily blowjob time! SEE!!!" Luffy cried excitedly, ripping his shorts down to reveal his large penis all tangled up in a decidedly unwashed pair of his Nami-panties as it experienced the one free erection a day that their Babe Spotter allowed it.

By now Sanji was used to seeing Luffy’s girthy veiny plug of a dick, but it still managed to surprise the shit out of him each time he caught sight of it.

It made him feel tingly and uncomfortable. It wasn't fair. Both Luffy and damned Zoro were well hung enough to be Babe Spotters and yet neither had the slightest inclination in that direction. And yet here he was, the true fairy tail prince with a brazen amorous nature and exquisite eye for the true feminine beauties of this world, prime Babe Spotter material if he ever heard, and yet he was equipped with a teaspoon!

It spoiled his bone-deep rivalry with Zoro that they both knew, that everyone knew, the rest of the crew, dearest Nami and lovely Robin, that no matter his strength, skill, and quick wit, that he was half the man Zoro was where it counted. Sanji being the not so proud owner of the smallest non-breeding penis on board.

A fact that very unfortunately seemed to fill him with no small amount of shameful erotic delight as he felt the unseemly twitching and swelling in his pants at just the sight of Luffy’s ‘better man’ as well as the knowledge that the Captain would soon be receiving some oral service from one of their two female crew mates.

He found himself opening his mouth to ask Luffy which of the girls he was going to 'take his captain's privilege' with but shut it as he watched the other guy race out of the kitchen out onto the deck. Kicking off his shorts and shoving his Nami-panties down and hopping out of them, he went outside naked save for his red vest and straw hat.

Sanji stayed put, silently fighting the strong compulsion to follow. One hand fondled his groin as he took a long drag from his cigarette as he imagined Nami, the woman he loved, running her cute saucy little tongue all around Luffy's giant pink cockhead. The effects of Netorase suffused his gray-matter, ensuring that this type of fantasy was far more stimulating than the many thousands of fantasies he’d countenanced before walking in on Nakaba deep-dicking Nami in only the way he could, instantly converting her into his loyal Babe and stealing her from Sanji forever.

“Damn...” moaned Sanji under his breath, rubbing harder against the fabric of his pants.

As he was lost in fantasy he heard a voice behind him.

“Hey What the hell are you doing?.”

“Shit!”

Sanji spun around to find himself facing none other than Zoro. The swordsman's expression was dark and brooding as he crossed his arms across his chest and stared, “You can’t even hold it in till the next Babe Show? Or at least do it in the back…”

He was embarrassed as all get out but he wasn’t about to show it. Instead, he let himself get mad and jumped to his feet, brazenly grasping his crotch as he did so, “I’ll masturbate to our pair of heady Straw Hat beauties anytime and anywhere! It's a compliment to their divine forms that I only experience such ecstasy when I think of them!"

Zoro stared at the blonde for a moment before snorting silently and continuing to walk through the kitchen and out onto the deck, “Whatever.”

Sanji clenched his fists and glared after Zoro, “Shitty moss head…” he muttered. He didn’t like the way that huge dick had reacted to his outburst, not getting his ire up at Sanji’s tone as he would have in the past. Like Sanji wasn’t worth the effort. He also didn’t like how very aware he had been of their respective endowments. He knew Zoro was a better man where it counted and he knew Zoro knew that too. It colored his every interaction with his rival Straw Hat.

He found himself closing his eyes and imagining the big-dicked swordsmen naked and mounting Nami, bending her over this very oaken wood dining table, his intense musculature on display and her immense ample boobs squashing out beneath her. He imagined himself sitting in this chair watching the two of them fuck passionately while they both laughed about him. He felt a surge of excitement at the humiliating treatment and he had to tear his hand away from his crotch to keep from filling his boxers with cum. As it was, his dick pulsed and twitched angrily at him.

Glaring down right back at the cheeky bastard, Sanji stomped over into the kitchen area and checked on his simmering pot. If there was one way he could put all this frustrating shit aside for, it was cooking, especially for the one of a kind five star Babe Spotter they’d managed to fish out of the sea. The kid was an ass of the highest order, but he'd proven his worth as a Babe Spotter a thousand times over. He'd seduced Robin in less than a day and then orchestrated a perverted free for all that had sent willful Nami through a life-changing whirlwind of pleasure that saw her conquered in just a few days.

The erotic sights and activities that Sanji had even got to participate in over these last few weeks…

And Nakaba’s dream! To search the sea far and wide, to collect all the most beautiful Babes and gather them here on the Thousand Sunny!

Sanji's heart swelled with pride and admiration. And something else too. How many of those lovely women would he fall in love with and yet then have stolen from him and not just by Nakaba but Luffy and Zoro too!

Checking on and lovingly administering to this third attempt at recreating the lentil soup that had been Nakaba's favorite of his mother's dishes and that the Babe Spotter had only been vaguely equipped to convey its ingredients and methods of preparation, took only a few minutes. Soon enough salacious sounds that could only be from Luffy's daily blowjob floated in through the galley window of the kitchen and Sanji found his central rudder hardening once again. This time he didn't hesitate and simply placed the lid back down on the pot and headed outside.

It didn't take him long to find Luffy, just to the right on the deck he'd encountered the girls sitting at the outdoors table beneath an umbrella tilted towards the sun to provide its cooling shade. Robin had a bemused expression on her beautiful face as she propped it up on her hand as she leaned over the table while an exuberant Luffy straddled Nami's head, clutching it with both hands as he balanced his feet on the armrest and tabletop.

The sudden lewd sight had Sanji's eyes widening and his body curling forward as he slapped a hand to his face to staunch blood spraying nostrils. With Luffy crouched like a humping monkey atop her shoulders, the full sweep of Nami's bikini-clad body was on display underneath and between his squatted legs as she flailed in her chair under his ****. A mug askew on the table, the tea Sanji had brewed for her a puddle across its surface and her sunglasses discarded on the deck showed how abrupt and violently enthusiastic Luffy's request for her oral services had been.

“Shishishi! Ace always said being captain is best! Now I know why! So the Babe Spotter will let you have blowjobs!”

Luffy's thighs and his jumping balls beat against the tops of her breasts, the scanty cut of the bikini top meant both fat-engorged perfect teardrops had popped out. The Captain's rocking undercarriage caused them to dance and sway side to side hypnotically to Sanji's adoring eyes. The way her hips shook as she squirmed in the chair, the tiny material of the bikini bottom drawn tight into the puffy embrace of her lower lips as she struggled ineffectually. Even with her heart-stopping cute face deleted from consideration by Luffy’s continually thrusting buttocks, she was beyond gorgeous. The sight alone drove Sanji crazy. His fingers clenched around his crotch involuntarily as a fresh wave of arousal washed over him.

The crash of waves rolled off into the distance over the side of the ship past Luffy’s frantically beating hips, the white caps below and the fluffy white clouds in the brilliant blue sky creating a perfect vista of a backdrop for the captain’s lewd actions. Sanji could only stand there gaping at Luffy as if he were a stranger while the young man continued to pound his prick into the poor Babe’s mouth as if it were a mere slot for pleasuring large dicks. He stood staring with a slack jaw as he witnessed Luffy's lustful display. Not even the sweet smell of the sea and a gentle breeze blowing through the air could move Sanji from his position as his entire body trembled violently.

Nami groaned loudly as Luffy pounded into her mouth, her hands gripping the arms of her chair as she arched her back and lifted her chest to the point of discomfort, allowing the captain to penetrate her deeper and faster.

Sanji so badly wanted to unzip his tight pants…

“My babe tells me Zoro’s been bullying you,” came the sneering voice of the man he loathed to admire. Sanji had to tear his one good eye away to look back at the hunched grin of Nakaba. Cock barely contained in his underwear, somehow making Sanji’s own length pulse imagining it being the thing to be currently fucking Nami’s mouth. Nakaba just chewed on the fresh fruit he’d set aside for the girls, “Telling you when you can and can’t masturbate.”

The blonde shrugged, trying to play off how horny he was. “S’not proper. Luffy’s not a babe spotter.”

“True,” said Nakaba, chewing more on the pear before throwing it over the side. “But then, why should he get all the fun?” He picked up the next fruit from the basket and started loudly chewing it.

He so badly wanted to jerk it to Luffy and Nami… “Nami… I couldn’t do that to h-”

“Ah, so the girl’s feelings are what's holding you back?” Nakaba asked, once more barely finishing the apple before tossing it. “Then don’t you worry your tiny little dick off any longer. She’ll enjoy it if you jerk off.”

Sanji blinked. Nami heard and yelled some muffled argument while her throat was full. Both confused as to what possible reality Nakaba was living in where that statement was true. “You say some shittily weird things sometimes, but that-”

“Normally, a girl’s sex is improved when someone jerks off to her. Makes them tingle, makes the fucking sweeter, orgasms better, they normally want guys like you to masturbate to them while guys like me plunder them raw.”

Reality once more shifted, hard.

The chef suddenly had next to no qualms in his heart about taking his cock out and stroking himself silly to his captain and navigator going at it. He could indulge in every depraved thought his heart was feeling. He turned to see Nami actually pointing to his dick angrily, like he should have had it out this whole time and he was just wasting time not masturbating to her. With a simple zip he was finally able to reach into his underwear and fish out the pulsing pole that had been tormenting him. Groaning in pleasure as his dick was both freed and felt relief with his hand atop it.

Nami had a similar groan as soon as his dick was touched. She’d been taking Luffy’s pole like a champ, but not getting too much out of it herself. Now though, with Sanji touching himself to her, she felt much better about the situation. Able to enjoy Luffy’s hardness in her throat to the point where she could even touch her bikini bottoms, edging out even more wetness from between her thighs.

None of them lasted much longer. Luffy already being close to cumming before the change, and Sanji’s sudden desires making him pound far too strongly on his cock for anything but mere minutes of stamina.

Nakaba smiled as the three came together. Sanji spewing his seed onto the sex scene like he was always destined to, while Luffy filled up Nami’s stomach with his captain’s protein.