Slave Ship and Other Stories

by Reggie Chesterfield

  “Can I help you?” a short, muscular Puerto Rican said to her in heavily accented English. He wasn’t really that short, but he was shorter than the others. Even though he was built like a beer keg, he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him.

  “Actually I think you can,” Caroline said. She looked him in the eye and casually pulled up her skirt, revealing her shaved pussy. “I was wondering if you guys might be able to help me with a problem I’ve got. It’s the kind of job that only common workmen like you can do. But first of all I need to know if you have some tools about this big?” She held her fingers about ten inches apart. “You’ll need them for the job I need you to do.”

  The Puerto Rican grinned and looked over at the other guys who almost ran over to join him. One of them was a muscular young trashy tattooed white guy with a ponytail who, in Caroline’s opinion, looked like he should have been in jail and a tall black guy who looked like he had just awakened from a nap.

  What a lucky girl I am, Caroline thought. She could tell that these guys were going to be able to give her what she needed. They were so eager and horny. They were like dogs, she thought. She couldn’t help but start juicing at this thought.

  “I don’t know if we’re common workmen, but I think we can help you. And we’ve definitely the tools you need,” the Puerto Rican and grinned again.

  The term common workmen had sailed over their heads, she chuckled to herself. However, her reference to their tools hadn’t. What filthy uneducated minds they had, she thought. She looked at their dirty clothing and fingernails and couldn’t wait to get her hands dirty.

  “I know that’s right,” the black guy said and grinned.

  He was already getting hard. She could tell that he was hung like a horse. He was just like one of the guys she had seen in the porno clips she had been watching.

  “Where’s all the other guys that were here before? Every time I walk by here you all start yelling and hollering at me. I was hoping that all of you would be here.”

  “That was you? I thought I recognized you,” the white guy said, lighting up a cheap cigarette and scratching his head.

  “Everybody else has moved on to the next site. We’re just cleaning up,” the Puerto Rican said, lying. It was obvious that they were just goofing around. “But I think there’s enough of us to handle this job.

  “I’m sure there is,” she said and grinned and figured that it was now or never.

  She looked at the guys again. She had never really fantasized about a black man or a Puerto Rican, but these three guys made her so horny she wanted to strip off and start masturbating on the spot. Her first group experience was going include some interracial as well as multi-cultural action. Pluralism? Wasn’t that the term she had heard in her government class? It probably didn’t mean anything like this though. The thought of the screwing she was going to get almost took her breath away.

  The guys smiled at each other. They started laughing and she started laughing too. She wasn’t really sure how to get things started, but just decided to do what nature dictated. She wanted to get next to them. She wanted their cocks. She moved in close to them and the black guy reached out and rubbed her ass. She didn’t resist. She said something about them looking good and the white guy moved in close and put his hand up her short skirt and began to rub her pussy. He was pleased that it was already wet.

  “I’m glad you ain’t wearing no panties,” he said.

  “I knew I wouldn’t need them,” she laughed.

  She reached out and felt the Puerto Rican’s crotch and was happy to feel that he was already semi erect. And he had a big one. It was probably about seven inches, but it was wide. Almost like a beer can. It suited his muscular body.

  They all moved in closer to her and began to nuzzle her neck and rub their hands up and down her body. The black guy and the white guy were behind her and the Puerto Rican was in front. Her hands were on their cocks and she loved the fact that they were already hard. She just kept getting wetter and wetter. She almost couldn’t stand it. She was so worked up now, she was going to have to have some dick.

  “I think you look like you could handle the three of us pretty easy, baby,” the black guy said as he rubbed her pussy, sticking two fingers in.

  She laughed. She didn’t know for a fact, but she was pretty sure that she could go through the three of them like a hot knife through butter.

  She was ready now. She was ready to fuck and have her fantasy fulfilled right there in the empty building. She had her clothes off in what seemed like seconds. She lustily pulled the Puerto Rican’s cock out of his workpants. It was completely hard now and she started sucking it like she had never seen a cock before. It was so wide that she had a hard time getting her mouth around it, but she managed somehow. Her sexuality was coming in full bore and she was aching to be fucked. She just had to have all these guys inside of her. Her wish was soon granted because the white guy soon was fucking her doggie style while they stood right there in the middle of the room. His dick was big too.

  “Give it to me you fucking common workman! Fuck me like you’re trying to get out of paying child support!” she yelled.

  The trashy white guy really picked up the pace.

  She felt so lucky because she was having sex with such well-hung men at the same time. The black guy stroked his dick and rubbed her breasts while the others fucked her. She knew that he was going to be last. He was going to really put her though her paces. He was by far the biggest of all of them. His dick was so large that it didn’t even stand up when it was fully erect. It hung down like a rolled up sock and the thought of fucking him made her fuck and suck even harder. She came rapidly from the fucking what the white guy was giving and when she began to taste precum from the Puerto Rican’s beer can cock, she knew it was time for them to switch.

  She looked around and saw a tarp lying on the floor. This was as good as anything to lie on and took the opportunity to get on her back. She now wanted it missionary style. When he put that cock inside of her, she gasped because she had never had such a filled up sensation. The taller black man then presented her cock to her to suck while the white guy rubbed her breasts. She hungrily sucked that enormous cock and she couldn’t wait to get it inside of her. She ground against the wide cock and came shortly thereafter.

  The black guy grinned as he switched places. She watched with anticipation as he pushed it inside of her. She wasn’t even sure if she could take it all or not, but she did and he started fucking her like she was another guy’s girlfriend. She came instantly and then she came again as he pumped her. She sucked both the white guy’s cock and the thick beer can cock while he worked. Finally, he was ready and she was exhausted. She was still horny as hell and wanted their jizz in her mouth.

  “I want to suck you all off,” she said, possessed with lust

  The three men were more than happy to oblige. She sucked them each off, letting each one cum in her mouth, face and tits. This turned her on even more and she had to masturbate to another orgasm after they were finished.

  She lay there for a second, looking at the well hung men standing over her, with their dicks hanging. She couldn’t help but start laughing. “I did it! I actually went through with it!”

  “Damn!” said the black guy. “You sure did. I ain’t never seen a girl as horny as you. Shit!”

  “You probably won’t either,” she laughed.

  “Anytime you want to go again, just give me a call,” the white guy said. “I’ll let you know where you can pick me up.”

  “You don’t have to worry about that,” she said. “But next time, you need to bring a few more men.”

  “Mmmm, that won’t be a problem, baby,” said the Puerto Rican. “I’d love to stick it to you anytime.”

  She giggled. She was so pleased with herself, she couldn’t stand it.

  As the days passed after the event, she had thought that she might feel a little guilty about what she had done, but instead, felt really good about it and cou
ldn’t wait to do it again. Her upper middle-class parents would be so appalled that she had allowed herself to be associated, much less gangfucked by such a group of uneducated, ambitiousless men. Guys her family looked down their noses at. She tingled with the thought. She had truly enjoyed getting a big of rough.

  Then one day while she was at the office daydreaming about being gangbanged by a group of well-hung dry wall hangers, it dawned on her.

  She had done it.

  She had turned her life around without even realizing it. Her life was no longer going nowhere. She was no longer drab, but filled with color and life. And she no longer thought of herself as a failure. She had found her niche. Besides, compared to those common workmen, she was definitely a success. In fact, she was what they thought of as a high class woman. And that made her feel even better about herself. So what if she was condescending to them? It made her feel good and that was what was important. Besides, they more than got their fair share in the deal. Just because she felt superior to them didn’t mean she couldn’t use them to have a little fun.

  She now realized that happiness follows when you find yourself doing something that you’re truly good at and enjoy. A person is happy because they’ve found what they’re supposed to be doing. Her problem had been that it had taken her a long time to find it.

  Caroline may not been a success in other facets of her personal life, but she could be a successful slut. And if this was what worked for her and she enjoyed it, she was going to be as slutty as possible. The world was her oyster and she was happy to let go of her old baggage. To get rid of all her old notions of what she should be doing with her life.

  Her life was now exciting and happy. Misery no longer consumed her. And all due to some filthy common workmen. She chuckled to herself. She might even start dating again. Why not? But this time she wouldn’t be so picky. In fact, she would only go after the meatheaded, common workmen types. Men who were good with their hands. And cocks. After all, in addition to the sex, she did have some things to fix around her apartment.

  And now she could get rid of that damned cat.

  Well-jugged

  Jugsy couldn’t help but create a scene wherever she went. Her body dominated every situation and her curves compelled people to look. Dicks would rise to the occasion and women who were so inclined—and even some that weren’t—would have to fight the urge to start rubbing themselves. She was their one exception when it came to girl/girl sex. Anyone who didn’t feel this way was just jealous, at least this is what she told herself. After all, who couldn’t appreciate someone like her on a sexual level? Every jerkass from hell west to Crockett who saw her had to check himself to keep from copping a feel of her luscious body. It was just so tempting to try to get next to her, to rub against her, to grind against her. She was pure sex on legs. Her ass was smoking, but her tits…man, her tits were indeed something else.

  In other words, she was what you would call, well-jugged.

  Yes, Jugsy’s breasts were large and so well shaped that it was shame to put them in clothes. Not just a little big, but so big and so nice that nothing she wore could really cover them up. They were the type of breasts that would make even the most stale and limp-dicked of the old, infirm and disinterested salivate whenever he saw them. They were so big that one boob was as big as a grown man’s head. A grown man with a large head, no less. A miracle of nature? A miracle of science? Who knew and who cared? Those things were huge.

  And she was definitely not ashamed of her assets either. She loved showing those melons off. Besides there was nothing she could wear that could conceal them even if she wanted to. As a result, she made no effort whatsoever to keep them under wraps. Anything she wore somehow seemed just a little obscene. Just a little dirty. She would have swelled up a muumuu.

  She just couldn’t dress in any way that wasn’t suggestive. Nor did she want to. As a matter of course she always made sure to show off at least a little cleavage. However she especially loved wearing cut off t-shirts which showed off her undertit as she referred to it. Regardless of what she wore, she couldn’t help but be on the fine line of being just barely obscene. Just dirty enough to get people to look but not dirty enough for them to call the cops.

  But what really got her off was giving people an eyeful. To let them get a good look at what she had to offer. “Oops, excuse me,” she would say as she squeezed past people when she would get in an elevator. “Ooh, pardon me,” she would purr when she stepped past other shoppers in the shampoo aisle at the K-Mart.

  She always made the effort to go into the male dominated areas of the department stores whenever she went shopping because she never wanted to miss an opportunity to show off. She would make any excuse to go to the auto parts or home improvement sections. She lived to show off her heavy hangers. And when she went to the camping section, it was always certain that there would be plenty of tents pitched.

  Needless to say, she always made a point to wear tight clothing to show off her assets to their utmost effect. If her breasts didn’t make those dicks stiffen up, her ass and legs would. Her objective was to make men get obvious hard-on’s and she was usually successful. Whenever she noticed that a gentleman was sporting a boner, she would make sure that she would linger so that he got a really good look. Oh how the polyester would strain while she would bend over even more so that he really get a gander at her big babies.

  The thought that men would be stroking their meat to her made her even wetter. Her panties would be drenched by the time she would be finished shopping. She could just imagine how much these men wanted to put their hands on her tits. How much they wanted to rub them, how much they wanted to put their big dicks in between them and shoot their loads all over her massive mammaries. The notion of what they wanted to do with the rest of her body would just put her over the top. She fantasized that these men were sitting in lonely, dingy badly decorated hovels thinking about her while they jacked off. This made even more turned on. She was happy to be at least one bright spot in what she saw as their otherwise miserable lives.

  She was just too much package for one person. She reveled in her sexuality and the effect she had on people. She loved the fact that most people had to masturbate when they saw her. She too had to masturbate when she thought about it. To think about them fantasizing about her sucking cock and getting fucked made her fantasize about sucking cock and getting fucked. And eating pussy and getting jism blasted onto her big jugs. It was just too much to keep her hands off herself most of the time. It was just a dirty sexual loop that she was caught in.

  This was fine though because masturbating was one of her favorite pastimes. She loved to fondle her breasts while she rubbed herself and sometimes she was just so turned on that she would overheat her vibrator. When this happened, she would have to sit on the dryer just to finish. Or put her cell phone on vibrate and call herself over and over again—while the phone was in her panties. Anything to knock the edge off so she could finish whatever business she was up to.

  While showing off was enough to get her juicing, the thought of actually banging some of these guys had occurred to her on several occasions. She was quite picky but a few years earlier had gotten it on with an extremely well-hung blonde headed guy at the garage when she had been getting her car (and ultimately herself) serviced.

  But he had been the exception. And that was only because he had been so muscular and so well-endowed that she had allowed herself that indulgence. She also figured that he wouldn’t be smart enough to find her if she wanted to ditch him after the screwing.

  While the guy was a little greasy and somewhat simian in appearance and behavior, he had been good. He was a real knuckle-dragger, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t screwing his brain after all. He had bent her over in the men’s room and had really drilled her. She was very turned on otherwise she would have been appalled by the horrid conditions of the facility. She couldn’t keep from screaming then, as he plowed into her, while holding onto her tits. Luckily,
she had worn a short skirt and tank-top that day so he had easy access to both erogenous zones. He had pounded her and sucked her nipples so well that she had orgasmed twice before he had even started on her doggy style.

  “You, dirty grease monkey!” she had gasped when he started nailing her. Her boobs were so big that when they swung, she almost lost her balance. But her pussy had too good a grip on his cock to let that happen. She let him ride her like a rented scooter and when he kicked it up a notch and really started going deep, she couldn’t help but squeal.

  He reached around and grabbed her tits and thrusted even harder. At this he began to grunt and make noises that seemed to come from one of the more primitive part of his make up.

  When that happened, she couldn’t take it any more and that’s when she started howling. She also loved the fact that he had asked before he came on her tits. A perfect gentleman, she thought and had allowed him to do it. He came a lot too, and she was more than happy to use her mouth to clean him up. She just left his cum on her tits because she knew that she would stay turned on even after she left and would want to use her vibrator afterwards.

  But this was the exception. Just showing off her body was usually enough.

  No, Jugsy didn’t regularly pick up random men. She was too much of a lady for that. The thought of what they would want to do to her was enough. She liked being able to just show off her jugs. Her vibrator and dildos were good enough and whenever she needed a little something extra to release the pressure, she could always locate some meathead to work on her car.

  Yes, Jugsy was built for sex. Plain and simple. It’s just what she was made to do. The fact that dirty old men stared bug-eyed at her wearing tube-tops and tight sweaters didn’t bother her. It turned her on to be such an object of lust. Being well-jugged came with responsibilities and she was more than happy to honor them.