Slave Ship and Other Stories

by Reggie Chesterfield

  It was actually Polo, but he was just thankful that he had remembered to apply it as his hands moved up and down her body, firmly rubbing her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra so her nipples were soon protruding out through the fabric of her top. She was the type of woman that should’ve been encouraged to never wear clothing. She was that well-built. Any vulgarity or obscenity would’ve more than been overruled by the sheer pleasure seeing her body would give to everybody who saw it.

  But then again, these same people would have said the same thing about Johnny. At least according to Johnny, this was the case anyway. To him, his big cock and athletic body made him desirable in most people’s eyes. Some people, on the other hand, would have said he was scrawny, like he had slight case of worms. However, he thought that he was cut. You could see his muscles after all. Sure he wasn’t like a body builder or anything, but he definitely had some definition. So what if you could see his bones? That just meant he was lean, he told himself.

  There was one thing, nonetheless, that no one could dispute. Johnny was definitely hung. And that was according to anyone’s definition. The fact that he was so skinny just made his enormous penis look even bigger. Straight men weren’t even threatened by him, Johnny liked to think. He figured that they looked at his big swinging cock the way they would’ve looked at their favorite football player whenever he did something great. They were envious, but also in awe.

  “Man, I wish I had a big cock like that. I wonder what he can do with it?” they would say.

  Woman just looked at it and salivated.

  He also liked to fancy that most guys would love to see their girls with a guy like him just to see how crazy the women would get. This is why he never felt bad about having sex with women who were married or in relationships. He figured they looked at him was a like a big cock hero or something. Nevertheless, he always made sure that he never told the taken ones his real name. No need to take any unnecessary chances.

  “Mmmm…yes, indeed, I can always tell the dirty ones,” he said as her hands found his large, erect cock. “I don’t know if it’s a look or how you carry yourself, but I can just tell when a girl is game for a little action.” He felt under her polyester blend skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “Bingo,” he said. “I knew it.”

  But really it didn’t matter to him if girls were dirty or not. Even the best of goody-two-shoes prudes would turn dirty when they saw the imprint of his dick through his Haggar slacks. It didn’t matter what their situation—married or single—they all had to have a taste, or at least a feel of his big cock. Good clean, dirty sex. Nothing but fun.

  She giggled and lifted up her skirt so he could stick his finger in her already moist pussy.

  “Well, you were right this time…mmmm…” she said as he started finger fucking her and stroking his cock. “Are you going to stick that thing in? I’ve got to be at Hair Castle in ten minutes. Those bitches will give my appointment to someone else if I don’t get there on time.”

  He dropped his slacks.

  She turned around and got her first good look at his fully erect member. “Wow, that thing is big!” she said gleefully. “I could tell you were hung through your pants, but man that thing is even bigger than I thought. It’s like a third leg or something.”

  “Well, that’s very sweet of you to say so,” Johnny said. He was never one to not appreciate a compliment.

  She turned back around and presented her pussy. She didn’t even have to invite him to start. He stuck it in slowly but she didn’t want to take it easy. She started grinding her wet pussy against him and he had no choice but to start giving it to her.

  “It feels even better than it looks!” she said as she bucked against him. He didn’t really even have to do that much because her lust for his cock was so great that she was doing all the work. She was like a man in reverse as she rammed her pussy on his dick.

  It wasn’t long before she orgasmed, but Johnny still wasn’t ready to come so he kept pounding. He knew that she wasn’t finished either. So he amped up his efforts. Now it was his turn to fuck. He turned it up and started pounding her. It took her breath away and she moaned from the effort.

  “Fuck me!” she said breathlessly.

  Her body began to tremble and her big tits were heaving as she had an even bigger orgasm than before. He pulled out and she instinctively knew what to do. She got down on her knees and began to lick and suck his heavy cock. She smiled as he blasted his cum all over her face and in her mouth. He was a heavy cummer so there was a lot of fluid. As a result, she was so coated that she looked as glazed as a cinnamon roll when he was done. At any rate, she had no problem cleaning him up. However, there was still the question of her hair.

  “Now I’m going to have get a wash too!” she laughed.

  He laughed too. They composed themselves, left the restroom and parted ways.

  He almost thought about asking her for her name and number, but then thought better of it. He could always get laid. It happened to him all the time and in the strangest of situations. One time, at a chicken place, this gorgeous black woman had taken a look at imprint of his semi which was showing through his double knits and had been very impressed.

  “Your dark snack is free today, baby,” she said.

  “Why thank you,” Johnny said because he knew it was on.

  “Mmmm…you can’t pay my rent if you ain’t got that print but I don’t think you’re going to have a problem with that,” she said and licked her lips. “Mmmm…what a big-ass dick! Now that’s what I’m talking about!”

  Fifteen minute later when she got her first break, they were fucking like a couple of dogs out by the trash bins behind the restaurant. Even though he smelled completely like garbage afterwards, it was one of the better fucks of his life.

  Yeah, he never had to worry about getting laid. The ladies always made sure of that. That was because the ladies loved Johnny Stiffcock.

  Johnny Stiffcock was what Johnny always referred to himself in his mind. In fact, it was also his email address. He was very pleased with himself for coming up with it.

  As Johnny finished his shopping, he thought about the strange allure he had over women. In fact, sometimes it was hard to get things done because it seemed as all eyes were on him. This was because he made no effort to conceal his cock. It was a gift and he thought it would have been a sin not to show it off.

  He had never held a regular job other than the one he had had in high school simply because there was no need to. His cock was his meal ticket. Women worshipped and supported him. They would do anything just to get piece of him.

  Even so, he also had a side business on the internet where he would go and service lonely housewives out in the suburbs. “Semen Man!” he would say when he rang their doorbells.

  He got paid and fucked well on these jobs because these women were so happy when they saw him. They knew they were guaranteed to get a good fucking. He didn’t like to think he was a gigolo because in his mind he wasn’t. He was just providing a service to women in need. Kind of like a plumber or an encyclopedia salesman, he thought. An encyclopedia salesman who was hung like a horse, that is.

  He became more and more turned on as he walked through the mall to the parking garage. He was sporting a semi-erection and as a result could hear the whispers and feel the stares of everyone who saw him. But this was nothing unusual because it happened everywhere he went. This kind of attention only added to the bulge in his pants and the potential for good times with the ladies. The whole thing was like a snake that ate itself, he thought. Just like his penis, except for the eating itself part.

  When he got to his Hyundai, he was so horny he couldn’t resist the urge to fish it out and start stroking it a little. He was fully erect in seconds. He wasn’t too concerned about getting caught because he was just too turned on. A few minutes later, he was thoroughly getting into his jerking off when he heard someone knocking on his window. It was Mall Security.

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sp; “Sir, I’m going to have to…” she said in a very husky voice before trailing off.

  She was wearing mirrored aviator sunglasses and butch military-style short-cropped blonde hair. Her lean tanned muscular arms flexed with nervous energy and went instantly to her utility belt which was over-laden with a huge walkie-talkie and a big key ring. It was obvious that she was the type of woman who didn’t take any guff off anyone, much less a man. She had trailed off because she had gotten a good look at Johnny’s fully erect member. Lesbian or not, Johnny’s big penis always took the words out of their mouths.

  Johnny had been startled when she had tapped on his window but was still too turned on to be as concerned as he should have been. The fact that the security guard happened to be a woman only made him be even more incautious. And hornier. In his state of arousal, she had come right on time. The obviousness of her sexual leanings had little effect on him.

  “Something bit me,” Johnny said a little nervously, but still kept smiling. “I was just trying to pull out the stinger.”

  Nevertheless, he made no attempt to put his penis back into his pants or even to stop stroking it. Besides, this act would have been very difficult considering how large it was fully hard. Putting it back in his fly would have been like sticking a Chrysler into a manila envelope. He knew he was taking a gamble because she could always detain him, but he just had to see how this was going to play out. He had been down this road with many different women before and was intrigued to see that he was having this kind of reaction with this particular kind of woman.

  The security guard blushed and her strong hand went to her chest. The open buttons on her knit shirt were a dead giveaway to Johnny. He could tell by the amount of cleavage that she was showing that even though she wasn’t into men, she was more than up for a fucking. Regardless of her sexual orientation, she was hot. With a little makeup and different hair and she could have been a fitness model. Even if she was a diesel dyke. As he had stated earlier, he could tell the dirty girls. Oversexed lesbians were no exception.

  “You’ve got to let me suck it,” she said gruffly, her eyes glazing over just a little. “I’ve got have that thing in my mouth.”

  Johnny smiled and breathed a smile of relief. He had had nothing to worry about all along. The power of his jumbo phallus had obviously trumped her Sapphic inclinations. Even so, he said, “Are you sure about that? I wouldn’t have taken you for the kind of girl…”

  The security guard grinned and turned off her walkie talkie. “It ain’t like I’m dating you. Or fucking you. I’m just sucking you. Besides, if I could get a girl with as big a dick as you, I would just go ahead and call the police on you for jerking off in public like that, you pervert.”

  “It’s good for me that you can’t find a girl like that then.” Johnny smiled again. It was great how things like this always tended to work out in his favor.

  Slave Ship and Other Stories

  He got out of the car and stepped out of his slacks. He leaned back against the car while the security guard got down on her knees and put her mouth on the head of his cock. It was a good thing that they were in a secluded area of the parking garage because they made no attempt to hide what they were doing. But even if they had been more exposed, it wouldn’t have mattered. They would have continued. When a woman is that turned on, she doesn’t care who’s watching.

  And Johnny certainly didn’t either.

  She moaned as she sucked because she began rubbing herself through her heavily starched Dickies. Johnny was able to see himself in her mirrored shades as she licked his big cock up and down, getting it thoroughly good and wet. She was rough with him, like she was making him pay for the fact that he was a man and she was forced to do that kind of thing to him due to the fact that he was such a freak of nature. She really went to town on it, sucking it so savagely that she took his breath away several times. Johnny knew what was coming next and when the woman deep-throated him, his knees almost buckled. Up and down she went, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. While this had happened to him before, it wasn’t just any woman that could take all of him in her mouth. It was obvious that she had practiced a lot with supersize dildos. He had never realized that having such a butch lesbian suck him off could be so hot.

  “Don’t pull out when you’re about to come. I want the whole load in my mouth,” she said breathlessly. She began whimpering a little after that as she brought herself to orgasm with her hand.

  By now, her top was unbuttoned enough for Johnny to reach down and rub her nipples. It was definitely one of the best blowjobs he had ever gotten.

  “I’m getting ready to shoot,” he said.

  With that she clamped down on the head of his dick to form and airtight seal. He grabbed the back of her head, and soon he was squirting. Even though he had already orgasmed earlier that day, he still had quite a load left and the woman eagerly swallowed every drop.

  When they were finished, Johnny pulled up his pants and the security guard buttoned up her top.

  “If you want to fuck sometime,” Johnny said. “Feel free to find me.”

  She laughed and ran her hands through her crew cut. “So fucking typical,” she said as she shook her head.

  Then she leaned in and grabbed him by the balls. “You tell anyone about this, I’ll find you and choke you with that big dick of yours.” She twisted them a little and smiled. “I can’t let that kind of thing get out about me, you know? I don’t want people to get the wrong idea.”

  Johnny laughed nervously. “Sure, I won’t say anything. I promise.”

  “Good,” she said and let go of his balls. “I just had to make sure that you understand that this is just a onetime thing. I just had to give it a try, you understand?”

  With that she punched him on the shoulder and walked off.

  Johnny breathed a sigh of relief and got in his car. He smirked to himself because knew that this wasn’t the last he would see of the security guard. She was just too into it. As far as keeping his mouth shut, he planned on posting the full account of it on his webpage. He couldn’t keep his good fortune at finding a lesbian who was in the closet in regards to her love of dick to himself. So what if she found out about it? She would be angry at first, but she would get over it because he knew that he had what she wanted, what she hadn’t even known that she had to have.

  He was so thankful that the ladies did indeed love Johnny Stiffcock.

  Common workmen

  Caroline was mortified as she walked back to work from the deli. She had just had a bowl of soup which the waitress had just happened to spill on her purse when she had served it.

  And not just that, the waitress had also stepped on her foot in the process of cleaning up her mess thus scuffing her brand new tan Naturalizers. As a result, she was in no mood for this crap. She had just wanted to hurry back to the office and get back to work. She wanted to bury herself in the mundane details of her so-called career of managing a marketing department. But now this? On top of everything else, she was now being sexually harassed. It made her want to duck her head and hide.

  Here’s what happened: After she had left the deli, she had walked by a construction site and had been singled out by the men working there. It was a building that was being renovated by a small crew of workers. Sweaty, dirty construction workers who probably stunk to high heaven of nicotine and stale beer. And body odor. These were guys that probably lived in trailers and drove pick-ups. These were guys who looked at porn and blew their paychecks on lottery tickets and buffalo wings. These were guys who got their food from those ptomaine wagons. There were just filthy common workmen.

  How dare they speak to her like that? She was a career woman after all. An executive. She had a degree and made more money than them. If she had been their boss, she would have fired them all.

  Even though they had good bodies and looked good with their shirts off, there was no excuse for what they had said to her. How they had acted towards her.

  She
referred to them in her mind as common workmen because that’s the way she had been taught by her upper middle class parents. She had been brought up to view such characters as such, as common workmen. Men who worked with their hands rather than their minds. Men who you hired if you had to have something done around the house like cleaning the gutter or fixing the toilet. Men who couldn’t or wouldn’t do any other sort of work because they were either too stupid or too lazy.

  They were definitely not the type of men she would ever date. If she was even still into that kind of thing, that is. She had freed herself of the problem of dating when she had convinced herself that she was an independent single woman who had no need of anyone, much less a man. Even to date. Or fix a toilet for that matter. She could take of that herself just fine, thank you.

  When she had walked by, the workers had run to a window and started hollering and whistling at her like she was a piece of meat rather than the strong independent professional she considered herself. They acted like she was on display for them. It was like they all wanted to jump on her and start fucking her like she was a bitch in heat and they were a bunch of dogs. What was most ridiculous to her was the fact that she was wearing her most conservative, unflattering business suit. How could they find that sexy? Didn’t they get it? Couldn’t they tell that she was above that kind of thing? She just couldn’t see how it was possible that they had been able to tell what a great body she had even through that unsexy outfit. They probably acted like that around all women. Those men were no better than animals.

  “Hey, baby, do you want to hang on my flagpole?” one of them hollered and grabbed his crotch.

  “Bend over and touch your toes, mama!” a Puerto Rican looking guy yelled and acted like he was slapping her ass. “I want to see you put your palms on the floor!”

  That and other ridiculous stuff like that was yelled at her. Were they even serious about this stuff? What woman would find this kind of stuff appealing in any way, shape form or fashion? Regardless, she couldn’t help but blush bright red. It was just so embarrassing. Those men hooted and catcalled at her like she was there for their enjoyment. Catcalling. What a ridiculous term, she thought. She had never called her cat like that.