Hello again! This is story two of my Halloween stories. I hope you enjoy it but let me toss you a disclaimer real fast. I do not condone, support nor partake in human trafficking or prostitution. I think that human trafficking, especially for the purpose of sexual slavery, is a horrendous, despicable act and should be fought at every turn. I know that may be a bit of a spoiler but I still think it's important for me to stress that. Anyhow, please read, review and request!
Nedeser Thul anxiously paced his Coruscant penthouse apartment. If he got caught doing this, he would have a lot of explaining to do to a lot of people. The Barsen'thor of the Jedi Order, a Jedi Master, Defender of the Rift of Alliance and Member of the Jedi Council had decided to request the services of a call girl. Even so, he had no reason to be so nervous. Des had selected a girl from a service that catered to the upper echelons of the Republic hierarchy. Force new that bureaucrats and politicians loved to enjoy their carnal pleasure while maintaining the outward appearance of pious and wholesome individuals. Because of this, the service was run under the cover of a high end take out and delivery service. The workers acted as the delivery boys and girls and, when they arrived with the food, they came in, performed their service, enjoyed a good meal and then left with their pay. It was perfect.
The buzzer sounded and Nedeser hurried over to the speaker system. "Yes?"
A sweet, friendly voice replied, "I have an order here for Deser Thul."
Des's heart began to pound but he managed to calmly reply, "Ah yes, come up to the penthouse please."
He hit the door activator and waited anxiously, still pacing back and forth through his living room. It seemed like hours, though it was probably only about five minutes, when the door chimed. In four long strides, Des was there, slapping the door activator and moved to the side. There, holding a bag of food in heated containers, was the most gorgeous young woman he had ever seen. She had the creamiest pale skin, jet black hair in a short style and captivating blue eyes. "I take it that you are Deser Thul."
"Yes," replied Des with a croak. "Please come in."
With a sweet, winning smile, she stepped through the door. She wore a long coat, hiding the shape of her body. Setting the food down on a side table, she asked, "Is this your first time utilizing our services, Mister Thul?" but then she noticed the lightsaber on his hip and gasped, "Oh, I apologize, MASTER Thul."
Des blushed deeply and said, "Yes, this is my first time."
"I see. Well first off, I understand that you ordered a full service package. Is that correct?"
Nedeser pulled a credit stick from his pocket. "That is correct. Here is the full payment, miss..."
"Just call me Mila, Master Thul;" she replied as she took the credit stick and plugged it into her datapad. After a moment, she smiled and said, "Excellent, now, where may I place my coat?"
"I can take it for you;" said Des and she smiled gratefully, shedding it and revealing that she was wearing a tight, sleeveless, knee length dress and dark leggings. She had an athletic figure with delicious curves.
After he hung her coat, Des went over to her and Mila took his hand with a gentle smile and led him to the couch. "Since this is your first time, I want to make sure that you are absolutely comfortable;" she said earnestly, with a breathtaking smile. Her thumb gently rubbed the top of his hand. "If you feel yourself getting uncomfortable or overwhelmed, please let me know and I can slow down for you. May I call you Deser?"
"Of course, or if you'd like, you can just call me Des."
Mila smiled with pleasure. "Aright then, Des. Are you ready for me to begin?"
"I am ready whenever you are;" he replied hoarsely. With a soft smile, she leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips before whispering seductively, "Then buckle up, Master Jedi. Tonight is going to be the best night of your life."
With one more kiss, a much more passionate one, she stood and stepped to the center of the room. "Do you have an audio player?" she asked casually, pulling a data disc from her dress. Des pointed out the player set in the wall and Mila inserted the disc. Within a moment, a heavy beat emitted from the speakers and a sultry female voice began to sing of sex and lust. With the start of the music, Mila the call girl began to dance slowly with the beat. As she danced, she removed her clothing, one piece at a time. She began with the high heeled boots, standing sidelong to Des so that her bending over accentuated her very well shaped rear end. With a sultry smile and her black hair partially obscuring her well defined face, she turned her back to him, grasped the zipper on the back of her dress and slowly, sensually lowered it all the way down. A lacy blue bra revealed itself against the soft, cream colored skin of her back.
Des began to feel himself grow hard underneath his trousers. He crossed his legs self-consciously in an attempt to hide it. This wasn't lost on Mila and she smiled seductively as her dress fell down her lithe, athletic body. Her socks went next and then her leggings. She slowly pealed them off of his legs and tossed them aside. Her state of undress left her in a matching set of lacy, blue undergarments which brought out the intense color of his sparkling eyes. For a minute, she just danced for him and Des congratulated himself on an excellent choice as he admired her long, perfectly shaped legs, her wonderfully, slightly curved waist, he adorable little naval and, of course, her perfect, perky breasts, barely contained and concealed by the blue bra. Slowly, she began to dance her way over to him before using one of her feet to nudge aside his foot, causing Des to uncross his legs. With an alluring, promising smile, she spun, backed up and rubbed her perfect, shapely rear against his straining groin, bumping against him. She reached back and took his large hands and placed them again her waist, sensually using her own hands to run his against her goddess-like body. Where ever the skin was bare, she pressed his hands against - her legs, her stomach, her sides, her arms and her upper chest.
It was all Des could do to keep from exploding in his trousers and he almost did when Mina giggled sensually and said, "It feels like you are a little constricted in there, Des. Let's relieve some tension, shall we?"
She turned and pulled him to his feet before quickly unbuckling his utility belt, removing his over-mantel and his tunic, unbuckling the belt for his trousers and pulling them down, along with his undershorts. "Oh my!" she cooed. "And here I thought you were hiding another lightsaber in here. You are a big boy, aren't you?"
Slowly, she began to stroke Des's large, erect tool after pushing him back onto the couch. He clenched his jaw and his fists as waves of pleasure beat against his nerves like the waves against a shore. The tide of pleasure was only rising as she varied her pace and her grip on his shaft. "Are you enjoying this, Des?"
Des groaned as she purred to him. His head nodded in a jerking motion as his eyes began to roll backwards. "Then you should love this even more."
After a couple of long, slow strokes with her warm tongue, Mila took his entire shaft into her mouth and began to suck, bobbing her head as she went up and down his large member. As she bobbed, her tongue touched him in all the right ways and the suction was enough to make his mind go totally starry and blank. Des wasn't sure how long she sucked and slurped away at his member but her efforts brought his pleasure to the inevitable, glorious inclusion. To his surprise, she didn't remove herself from his member as he grunted his orgasm out, instead taking every stream of his seed and swallowing with apparent relish, even purring in satisfaction. "How was that for a start, Master Thul?"
Des's eyes were glazed over and crossed and he managed to sigh, "Well you certainly earned your tip, Mila."
She giggled and stood to her feet. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed it but my managers don't allow me to accept tips. While you work your way back to full readiness again, why don't you finish getting rid of your clothes - and mine?"
Des stood slowly, not wanting to throw off his equilibrium any more than it already was, and shucked the rest of his clothing, standing naked. Mila bit her lower lip and said, "You know, I don't usually expect to have as much fun looking at my client as they do at me. You have the body of an ancient god, Master Jedi."
"And you have the body of a celestial being;" he replied and Mila giggled. "I'm glad you think so. Sit down, Des."
He complied and she straddled his hips, placing her crotch firmly up against his already stiffening shaft. She gave a small gasp as it apparently probed her still covered clit. "Wow! I guess you can't keep a Jedi Master down long, can you?"
With another sultry giggle, she began to kiss his lips passionately, grinding herself against him. After some very heated kissing, she leaned back and unclasped the front of her blue bra, revealing her full, perky, perfect breasts. "Can you please help me get this off the rest of the way?" she asked, whispering in his ear. Des gulped, gazing at her breasts as he pushed the garment off her shoulders. Mila used her hands to massage and play with the fleshy globes, pinching the pale, pink nipples and teasing them to hardness. She gave quiet gasps, moans and sighs as she continued to grind herself against him. After a minute or so, she whispered, "I can tell you want to touch them. Why don't you take over but please be gentle. My nipples are very sensitive."
Gladly, Des moved his hands to her body, gently yet firmly squeezing and massaging her firm mounds, running his thump over the nipples and occasionally pinching them in between his thumb and forefingers. "Oh wow, you sure seem to know what you're doing, Master Jedi. Done this a lot have you?'
Des didn't answer. Mila's breasts looked so good, he had to taste them. Leaning forward, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and gave a gentle tug. "OOOHHH!" gasped the call girl, wrapped one arm around his head and using the opposite hand to rub her clit. "Master Jedi, I'm supposed to be turning you on and getting you off, not the other way around!"
Des pulled away just long enough to say, "You are;" before taking the other nipple into his mouth. Mila moaned and began to grind herself against him again. "I have never loved my job more than you're making me love it now. Oh stars, you're making it impossible to think!"
She moaned and continued to thrust herself against him, still stimulating her clit against his very hard manhood through her lacy blue panties. Des wrapped one arm around her and squeezed her well formed ass and Mila moaned hard. "Oh gods, Deser Thul, you're going to make me cum so hard!"
As if to prove his point, she suddenly trembled on his lap and hugged his face to her breasts with one arm and gripped one of the arm of his hand that gripped her ass. Des felt her panties suddenly get very wet against his hard shaft. Mila's eyes fluttered open and she gasped, "If turning you on and performing a service for you results in this, I am going to be having the best night of my life, Master Jedi."
Des released her breasts with a pop and said, "Believe me, I'm enjoying it as much as you are."
"Well good; that means I'm doing my job. Now;" and she stood and lowered her blue panties before taking hold of his manhood and placing the tip between her supple lower lips. With a gasp and moan of pleasure, she slowly sank onto his large rod until her ass was flat on his thighs. Des groaned with pleasure as his thick member was hugged and squeezed by her internal walls. "Woah!" she gasped. "Oh my. You're really big, Baby. Let me take a second to adjust."
Des nodded as he tried to keep his hips from bucking and thrusting into her. After several deep breaths, Mila opened her eyes and said, "Relax, baby! Let me do all the work. Let me take care of you. That is, after all, what you paid me for."
She started with small movements, moving just enough to stimulate him and make him groan with pleasure. Mila took his face and pulled him into a kiss, stroking his lips with her tongue until they opened and then caressing his tongue with a pleasured moan. After several long moments, she pulled away and asked, "Does that feel good? Are you having a good time?"
"Oh yes;" he hissed in pleasure. Mila's lecherous smile grew and she increased her movement, increasing the stimulation. It also stimulated her more than her previous movements had and she began to gasp and moan. Des grabbed her hips and added his strength to hers, causing her to move faster and harder. With a wanton moan, the call girl began to move fast and hard, riding him desperately, seeking her own release and his, wanting nothing more than for him to release his hot seed into her body. "Cum for me, Des! Here, touch my tits and cum for me!"
Des complied, cupping her breasts and sucking on one of the pebbled tips, much to her delight. Neither of them lasted much longer. Mila slammed herself down onto him all the way through her intense orgasm, bringing Des right along with her. It was so intense that she nearly toppled off of his lap as her body trembled. Des caught her and pulled her against him as he shuddered pleasurably. When they were both calm again, Mila whispered, "Well I do believe that completes my services for the evening. However, since you have been such an extraordinarily wonderful client, I think I'll stay for a little longer, free of charge."
Slowly, she pulled herself off of his still twitching manhood and stood on shaky legs. "May I use your refresher, Master Jedi?" she asked politely. Des stood as well and said, "Of course. Do you need a drink or anything?"
"Yes, I'll have some water and what ever you were planning on having;" she called over her shoulder. Des watched as her beautiful butt swayed to and fro as she walked to the refresher. Des got them both glasses of water and also glasses of sweet, black wine from the planet Sarkhai. It was sweet but also just slightly spicy. He also began unpacking the previously discarded bag of take out. He set the noodles, nerf nuggets and steamed vegetables on the counter and tossed the bag they were carried in into the recycling bin. Just as he closed the lid, a pair of lithe arms wrapped around him and a decidedly bare body was pressed against his broad back. "May I have some water?" breathed the call girl behind him. Des took a glass of water and gave it to her. After several long, slow gulps, she returned the empty glass and took several sips of the wine. "Are you ready for one more go, Master Jedi?"
Her voice was every bit as sultry as it had been before as she walked over to the couch, turned her back to him, placed her hands on the back of the couch and looked over her shoulder. That view of her was pretty effective at once again arousing the Jedi Master. He walked up behind her and, instead of grabbing her hips and thrusting herself into her body, he reached under and found her still dripping slit. "OH!" gasped the call girl as he gently pressed two fingers into her tight wetness. Gently yet firmly, he thrust his fingers in and out. Mila fell forward unto her arms and whimpered in pleasure. His other hand began to feel up her body again, brushing the smooth skin on the outside of her thighs, squeezing her perfectly shaped rear end, reaching around and cupping her breasts. "Oh stars!" she gasped. "Hurry up and put your cock in me, already! I can't stand anymore of this teasing!"
Des complied, pressing his large member through her slick folds again. The call girl moaned until he was fully seated within her before begging, "Go on! Don't just stand there! Kriff me already! I'm not giving you free service just to have your huge cock sitting there inside of me!"
Her heated words cause Des to groan and begin to slam into her, pulling out all the way to the tip before slamming back into her. Mila's screams were filled with heated words of encouragement and arousal. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open as she gripped the couch and tried to hold on for the ride. Des moved his hands from her curved waist up to her breasts, squeezing them as he continued to slam into her body again and again. Suddenly, she gave a hoarse cry and her legs nearly gave out on her as they shook and trembled. Des could feel how her insides were reacting to the apparently powerful orgasm she had been thrown into. The evidence of her obvious pleasure forced Des over the edge as well. He gave a low growl as he climaxed one last time. Gasping, Des lifted her into his arms, went around the couch and plopped down, wrapping a blanket around them both. "So..." she asked, her breasts still heaving, "how was that for you?"
Des chuckled and shook his head, still in awe. "How did you know that would arouse me so much, pretending to be a call girl, Nadia?"
His padawan and wife giggled in his arms. "Well you get turned on when I talk dirty to you, love it when I call you master in bed and have a deeply hidden rebellious side. Putting all of that together, I decided to try something."
"So you left me that note with those detailed instructions, huh? You are a very clever young woman;" he chuckled as he stroked her bare shoulder. Nadia smiled and said, "Why thank you. I'm glad you think so. Truth is, I got the idea from an actual escort service that does this in the mid-upper levels."
Des frowned. "Are they traffickers?"
"I don't think so. The reports that come across law enforcement's desk doesn't indicate so at any rate. They seem to all be willing, well paid employees with good health insurance. If I'm not mistaken, they even pay their employees for child care if the need arises. If it wasn't a business built around gratuitous sex, I would say that they are great employers."
Des chuckled and nuzzled her ear. Nadia purred contentedly before saying, "I do have to say though that I need to redye my hair and paint my face. I feel so weird looking like this."
Des kissed her and said, "You're still look absolutely breathtaking, my love. You do look less fierce and intimidating without the facial paint."
Nadia wriggled, trying to snuggle deeper into his embrace. After recovering their breath and coming down from their after glow, she said, "So, how about that food? I'm a little hungry after all that gratuitous sex."
Des laughed and stood to his feet, carrying her over to the kitchen. "Sex with you is never just gratuitous, my love. It is always a life changing, enlightening experiences."
"Really?" asked Nadia with a mischievous grin. "Is that with 'Nadia Grell, Jedi Padawan and Wife' or with, 'Mila, call girl extraordinaire'?"
Nedeser blushed but smiled as well. "Either one, my love. Come on. Let's eat."
"And then more sex?" asked Nadia. Nedeser Thul looked down at his wife with wide-eyed shock. "Stars above, Nadia! You're absolutely veracious!"
"And you like me that way;" she purred. "Besides, we never know when we're going to be sent on our next mission and I would love to get as much of you as I can until then."
I hope you enjoyed this story and that you understand my disclaimer at the beginning. Anyhow, thanks for reading and, as always, please review and request. As I stated in the first chapter, I will only be writing these until the first of January. Pick any Star Wars couple or any role playing scenario and let me take a crack at it.
