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Sunlight filtered through the windows of the luxurious boutique that Nami and Robin were shopping in, painting the room in yellows and oranges. Nami thoughtfully stared at herself in the mirror, wondering if she should get the dress she was wearing in blue or white. The white was gorgeous on her, this subtle, peachy shade, but it left nothing to the imagination. The blue was just as pretty, but it was a bit more modest in comparison.
Peeking her head out of the changing room, Nami spotted Robin waiting for her on the couch, reading a book. Robin didn’t share her endless exuberance for shopping, but she did like to spend time with Nami and had a discerning eye, so they both enjoyed their shopping trips.
“Robin, what do you think about this one?” Nami asked, pulling the curtain back and revealing her figure. The dress clung to her body tightly, the thin, white-ish material displaying the skin underneath. Her nipples poked through, visibly pink, and the fabric became exceptionally thin around the swell of her ample ass. Robin observed her, eyes raking up and down her physique as Nami did a spin for her.
“I think you look beautiful,” Robin replied, a playful grin on her lips. “I can even tell that you shaved,” she added, pointing her finger in a downwards motion. Nami’s face burned pink, and she looked down, unable to see much around the heft of her large breasts. Walking back into the changing room, Nami looked a bit closer at her reflection, noticing that the dress wasn’t really white, not when worn on a person, but instead see-through. She could clearly see her pussy through the dress, and, like Robin had pointed out, that she was shaved down there.
“You should buy it,” Robin said, stepping into the dressing room with Nami. Standing behind her, Robin towered over Nami, her tall stature enhanced by high-heeled boots. “It’s my favorite one you’ve tried on today,” she said. Nami scrubbed a hand over her burning cheeks, looking her body up and down. She can’t believe she didn’t realize how revealing it was before showing Robin – this was so embarrassing!
“Where on Earth would I wear this? It’s too fancy to stay in the bedroom,” Nami said, pressing back against Robin’s body. Her ass squished against Robin’s thighs, and she brought her arms down from her face, unsure if she should bother trying to cover herself from Robin’s discerning gaze.
“Around the ship, at a restaurant, walking around town, shopping,” Robin prattled off, her hands reaching around to cup Nami’s hips, pushing her ass tightly against her. “Wherever you’d normally where a nice dress, I suppose.” Nami frowned awkwardly, her cheeks burning.
“That would certainly turn heads,” Nami said, her voice trembling slightly. Robin’s hands dragged up the smooth fabric, making it bunch and rise up her body. The length was already fairly short, and after little effort, Robin was able to expose Nami’s lower half completely. She admired her, her eyes dark and seductive when Nami meets them in the mirror. Nami shivered, feeling extraordinarily exposed, her pussy getting wet almost instantly.
“I think wearing it like this would cause absolute chaos,” Robin said, smiling playfully before dropping the skirt and allowing it to hang, offering slightly more modesty than before. “But you’re right, even wearing it properly would still cause quite the stir. Nonetheless, you’re not a stranger to attention, are you?” Robin retorted. Nami shook her head, thinking back to the numerous outfits she’d proudly worn in public that had exposed most of her body.
“This is different,” Nami insisted, not quite convinced yet. “It conceals nothing.” She thought back to the miniskirts and micro-bikinis she’d worn in the past that had at least kept her nipples and pussy covered. Robin backed away from Nami, instead just meeting her eyes in the mirror.
“You could be a good girl and wear it with panties and a bra, or even a slip,” Robin suggested, gracefully striding to the curtain of the changing room, pulling it back with a mysterious smile. “It’s up to you, but know that it would be a shame to cover such exquisite beauty.” She closed the curtain after her, leaving only the alluring scent of her perfume in her wake. Nami bit her lip, observing her reflection again. It would be a shame, wouldn’t it?
Arching her back and straightening her posture confidently, Nami swings open the curtain to the changing room, carrying the outfit she’d walked in wearing. The attendant girl runs up to her, her eyes widening considerably at the sight of Nami’s sexy body.
“Um, ma’am,” the girl stuttered, clearly at a loss for words.
“I’m getting this one, and I’d like to wear it out,” Nami said, flipping back a strand of long orange hair. Robin smirked, taking the clothes from Nami’s hand and sliding them into a bag of clothes they’d bought earlier. While Nami paid at the register, Robin collected their bags, deciding to carry them all herself so that Nami could walk around with no distractions.
“Let me carry your purse,” Robin said as Nami finished paying. Nami handed the bag over to Robin, quirking a brow as she realized that Robin was carrying all of their items.
“Thanks, Robin,” Nami replied, curious about why Robin was being so helpful. Walking out of the boutique and onto the crowded, city street, Nami flushed, feeling her nipples harden and pussy drip with wetness. She shyly pressed a hand to the front of her dress, in an attempt to conceal her pussy, and wished that she could hide her body behind her purse or one of her many shopping bags. Realization dawning on her, Nami pouts over her shoulder at Robin.
“So cruel, you weren’t helping me, you just wanted to remove anything I could hide behind,” Nami accused.
“After you, darling,” Robin serenely replied. Squaring her shoulders, Nami begins to walk through the crowd, slowly making her way to the docks. Her breasts bounced with each step, her hard, pink nipples visibly shifting. Between her legs, her pussy slid in and out of view, her pink labia like a beacon amongst her pale skin. From behind, Robin got a fantastic view of Nami’s swaying, round butt, each cheek clearly defined.
Robin wasn’t the only one who was noticing, and soon, it felt like the whole town was gawking at Nami. She tried to hold herself as confidently as possible, but after seeing hundreds of expressions of shock, disgust, and even lust, Nami could feel her façade beginning to crack. Her pussy throbbed impatiently, clearly happy to be stared at. Her nipples were begging to get pinched and sucked, and due to the size of her breasts, they were getting stared at the most.
Her thighs became slick with her wetness, and Nami trembled, resisting the urge to touch herself. Instead, she walked as normally as she could, holding her arms at her side and strutting through the street, even though inside she was going crazy with how lewd she was being. Robin trailed behind her, a few feet away, so she could see Nami’s gorgeous body and the reactions of everyone around them.
Robin, herself, went entirely unnoticed, and she subtly created a tongue between her thighs with her Devil Fruit ability, licking at her own clit as she continued to walk. Nobody would notice the slight lump in her pants or the pleasured expression on her face while walking behind Nami, and she took advantage of this. Feeling a burst of arousal, Robin creates a few more tongues, lapping at her nipples underneath her shirt.
After some time, they finally made it back to the Thousand Sunny, and Nami eagerly climbed up the rope ladder, uncaring that she was flashing her pussy and asshole to Robin who was standing beneath her. Robin passed the bags up to Nami, a small smirk on her lips, and then walked up there herself, willing the tongues to disappear as she focused on getting their items put away safely.
When they put everything away in their shared room, Robin looked over at Nami, watching her navigator’s breasts rise and fall in panting exhales. The trip had been a bit exerting, and Nami’s cheeks were flushed with blood, her body a bit sweaty from walking.
Approaching the other woman, Nami wraps her arms around Robin’s shoulders, leaning forward to press her mouth hungrily to Robin’s. She kissed her desperately, all teeth and tongue and plump lips. Robin felt herself matching the energy, pressing her hands into Nami’s curvaceous hips.
“I need to feel you all over me,” Nami breathed out when they parted, her breath puffing against Robin’s face. Robin grinned, summoning an army of hands under Nami’s dress, rubbing nearly her entire body from top to bottom. Nami yelped in surprise, shivering at the sudden and incredibly intense sensation.
“Too much,” Nami hissed out, her knees giving out as she fell onto the floor. The hands continued to race all over her body, even touching her breasts and asshole. The only place they avoided was her wet pussy, which remained visible under her thin dress. Robin watched Nami writhe and gasp, moans escaping her pretty mouth unhindered as she continued feeling her up. Robin pinched and tugged on her hard nipples, groped her heavy breasts, and rubbed dryly against the pucker of her asshole.
With a small, devious grin, Robin summoned a few more hands, stripping Nami of her dress and carrying her over to lay across the bed. The excess hands disappeared, leaving only two to squish and shake Nami’s thick ass. Nami was face down, ass up on the bed, her legs spread wide and body trembling.
The hands push apart Nami’s ass cheeks, exposing her pink asshole to Robin’s greedy eyes. She pulled and squeezed the heft of her ass, watching her hole stretch and twitch in response. Licking her lips, Robin felt saliva pool in her mouth at the delicious sight, and she climbed onto the bed, swiping the flat of her tongue across Nami’s pretty pink pucker.
“Ah!” Nami cried out, her body jolting at the surprising sensation. Her cheeks flushed, and she whimpered, arching her back and whining as she feels Robin’s wet tongue swipe up and down over her asshole. It felt jarringly intimate, probably because Robin was the only person who had ever touched her butt like this. Her pussy clenched hard, wetness dripping out of her swollen, needy cunt.
“Please, Robin,” Nami said, her hands clenching tightly against the bedsheets. She’d been turned on ever since she tried on this dress back in the town, and, despite being ogled and exposed for so long, her pussy remained untouched. Robin continued eating Nami’s ass, sucking the pucker into her mouth and sliding her tongue inside the hole.
Groaning in pleasurable agony, Nami moved a hand between her legs, her fingers just barely grazing against her mound before a hand shoots out and grabs her by the wrist.
“Bad girl. I didn’t say you could touch yourself, now did I?” Robin breathed out, creating two more hands to restrain Nami’s arms by her sides. Squirming in frustration, Nami wiggles her butt, her pussy clenching impatiently.
“No, but Robinnnn,” Nami whined out, not even feeling so much as a breeze against her sensitive pussy. “You’re giving my ass too much attention, my pussy is feeling lonely,” she whimpered.
“Hmm,” Robin hummed, spreading her ass cheeks and breathing against her hole. “Oh well.” She slid her tongue back inside Nami’s ass, licking into the tight pucker with firm, intentional strokes. Nami cried out and pressed her face into the sheets, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Pleasure raced through her body, both at Robin’s dismissal and the tongue fucking her ass.
With one final slide of her tongue across Nami’s asshole, Robin pulled back, admiring the slightly gaping hole winking back at her. Nami whimpered and clenched her pussy, tightening around the painful emptiness. Wetness gushed out of her cunt, and anticipation made her skin tingle.
Using her Devil Fruit abilities, Robin summoned a hand at the base of Nami’s spine, and then gently eased a finger into her loosened asshole. Nami squealed and bucked against the intrusion, her pussy gushing with jealousy. So close, yet so far away, from what she really wanted.
“You sadist,” Nami accused, her voice trembling as Robin slid a finger in and out of her asshole, still restraining her hands. Robin chuckled, the sound low and devious.
“Doesn’t it feel good, though?” Robin countered. Nami whined and pressed her heated cheek against the pillow, sweat making her skin damp.
“I want you in my pussy,” she weakly said, her eyes rolling back as Robin curled her finger to stimulate her pussy through the wall of her asshole. Groaning, Nami tosses her head back in frustration, finding the stimulation not nearly enough to satisfy her.
“I think you’ll be able to cum from this.” Robin quickly added a second finger, scissoring them in an effort to stretch Nami open for her. Nami groaned and arched her hips, bucking against the intrusive fingers. It didn’t hurt, but the location was jarring and made her feel weird. It was especially infuriating since her pussy was so desperate and would feel so good; she couldn’t figure out why Robin couldn’t just fuck her there.
Gasping, Nami feels a trickle of cold liquid travel down her asscrack, leaking into her asshole and even making its way to her neglected pussy. She shivered and moaned, her swollen pussy clenching hard around the tiniest stimulation. She felt on the edge of orgasm, but Robin only continued to finger her ass, ignoring her hot, throbbing cunt.
“Please, please, please,” Nami begged, her voice warbling. Robin’s fingers pumped in and out of her asshole, fucking her easily now that she was properly lubed. Her pussy moved with each thrust, but Robin wouldn’t so much as graze her palm against her labia, ignoring her completely.
Nami had been on the edge for so long her vision was turning white around the edges, her thighs trembling and asshole squelching with each vicious thrust. She realized she was crying now, tears dripping down her flushed cheeks and splashing onto the pillow. Sobs ripped out of her heaving chest, and she arched her back, feeling the agonizing tease of an orgasm that would never come. The stimulation was too indirect, she couldn’t quite reach her peak.
“I need it, please,” she begged, her voice hoarse through her tears. Robin ignored her, fingering her ass harder and deeper, sliding in another finger that only served to stretch her ass in new and excruciating ways. Nami’s mouth fell open, drool dripping past her lips as her pussy pulsed and oozed with agonizing arousal.
She was trying, she really was, but she couldn’t make herself cum unless her pussy was getting stimulated, at least a little bit. Nami felt helpless, restrained to the bed and told that she has to cum, but finding it entirely impossible to complete that task. She whimpered and limply laid on the bed, frustrated that Robin couldn’t just graze a finger against her pussy, just for a second.
Minutes dragged on, and Nami found herself getting more and more defeated. Her pussy was aching, on the very edge of cumming, but after so long getting neglected, she had almost accepted her fate. She’d just have to lay like this forever, her ass fucked open by Robin until the older woman finally took pity on her and put her out of her misery, one way or another.
“Hm, I guess you really can’t cum from your ass,” Robin said, her voice calm and neutral, as if she was just commenting on the weather. Nami’s eyes widened, her body trembling from the sustained torture. Hope consumed her, and her pussy gaped, desperate to get filled.
“I suppose I’ve tried long enough. Here, this is what you wanted, right?” Robin said, still fingering her asshole open but finally leaning forward and hovering a hand under Nami’s pussy, mere inches away from her dripping cunt.
“Yes! Yes!” Nami replied, her voice breaking with eagerness. Eyes wide, she waited for Robin’s hand, and after a few seconds of torture, Robin cupped the length of her pussy in her hand and rubbed it roughly. Nami screamed, mashing her face into the pillow and squirting hot and hard all over Robin’s palm. Her hips buckled, and she mashed her pussy into the woman’s hand, feeling her viciously scrub her pussy into one endless, mind-shattering orgasm.
Nami’s vision whited out, and she collapsed limply onto the bed, her hips shaking hard as Robin continued scrubbing her hand over her pussy, overstimulating her to the point of repeated orgasm. Nami’s squirt finally tapered out, and she moaned, the sound bone-deep. Refusing to let up, Robin pinches her clit between two fingers and ruthlessly strokes it, causing another wave of orgasm to pass through Nami’s abused body.
“Too much – please,” Nami bit out, her voice shaking as Robin pinched her sensitive clit. Robin hummed, moving her fingers from Nami’s clit to slide inside her soaking wet entrance. With three fingers in her ass and two in her pussy, Nami felt incredibly stuffed, and she screamed, her throat raw.
“I thought you wanted me to touch your pussy? Aren’t I just doing what you begged for?” Robin teased, fucking her with deep, demanding thrusts. Nami whimpered and gasped, drool spilling down her face.
“I’m gonna lose control,” Nami protested, her sensitive pussy gaping around Robin’s fingers, sloshing loudly with each thrust.
“That’s okay, I’ll take care of you. Let go.” Nami squealed and rocked her hips back, her cheeks burning as she feels a burst of piss stream out of her tormented pussy. Robin breathily chuckled, sliding her fingers out and scrubbing her hand over Nami’s pussy, making pee splash all over her thighs, breasts, and stomach.
“Please,” Nami wailed, tears fogging her vision, thoroughly humiliated. Robin finally let up, removing her hand and simply watching as Nami emptied her bladder on the bed, the pee soaking into the sheets and splashing along her red, swollen cunt.
“There, there. Felt good to get your pussy touched, huh?” Nami swallowed, finally allowed to collapse limply on the bed, Robin’s extra hands all dissipating in a cloud of flower petals.
“Yeah,” she admitted, her pussy still pulsing from the aftershocks. Robin giggled and patted Nami’s butt, admiring her gaping, fucked out asshole and her piss-soaked, swollen little pussy. She let Nami catch her breath for several long moments, her body wracked with tremors.
“Good girl. Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” Nami trembled as she was forced to sit up, her lower half splattered in piss and squirt, while her face was dripping with tears, snot, and drool. She must look like a complete degenerate.
“I think that dress was a little too dangerous,” Nami weakly joked, eyeing the discarded garment with equal parts ire and gratitude. Robin hid her smile behind her hand, something feral crossing over her gaze.
“How about you wear it for dinner tonight on the ship? Maybe we can see how the others think of it,” Robin teased. Nami shivered, hugging her wet body with her arms.
“You are one evil woman.” Nami grinned. “Let’s do it.”