CHAPTER 2 Glimpse of Hidden Juice
By roboclaw
-Jedi Ki-Rah,
Mollo Moonie,
Alainian

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His physique sprawled across the bed thinking deeply of the days that lied ahead without her. His head was a massive bramble patch of arrows trying to lead him in the right way, but which to choose? So many days and nights without her soft cheeks rouged with his love. She'd left him with an empty promise, devoid of their true feelings for each other. He wondered if she knew his love for her anymore, or if she thought he just looked upon her as a fuck buddy. That wasn't true and she should know that, but did she? He thought of writing a letter to her right now, and a flimsy piece of paper in his sloppiest handwriting so only she could read the secrets within, but his head fell back on his pillow in exhaustion and mystification. His pensive eyes searched the ceiling, looking for some sort of intimation in the cracks.
The only thing that came to mind for any consolation was a carton of juice. He hit the button on a holocron by the bed, a woman on the other end picked up.
"Hello? Anakin Skywalker?" the woman sounded astonished.
"Yes this is Anakin, Padme said I could crash at her place for a couple days while she was on her trip." He explained.
"Okay…How can I be of service to you Jedi Master?"
"Service? Well, you can come up here and suck my dick!"
"…"
"Just kidding!" Anakin roared with laughter, "I would like a juice box please and fast!"
The line clicked off.
He cursed at himself for his awful joke, he would probably not get a juice box now.
Dinglydongding. He sat up in bed, the moist blankets falling off of him in waves at his feet, he robed and walked to the door.
"At your order, Master Skywalker, a pleasure to be of service to you." A butler handed over a little carton of purple juice.
Anakin gave a start, it was a man!
"Anything else I could do for you… Master?" The old wrinkly butler said foxily raising an eyebrow.
"Not in this millennia, sir." Anakin took the juice and slammed the door with such force on him that the old man toppled over onto his flabby ass cheeks.
It was just him and his juice box. He held it in his fingers and sipped, the cool fruity nectar, and let it tickle the back of his adam's apple and beyond. It gave him a brief feeling of comfort and light filled his mind for a split second as he sucked up a huge gulp of the juice. Juice box's always had a way of connecting him to the force, but soon he became restless again.
Anakin got up to check his holoporn. "Any? Any at all!" His mind screamed frantically as only useless Xantax spam popped up. He well knew that he and his girls were damn happy with his lightsaber. Still, the painfully empty inbox was volatile to his sanity, and he was getting hornier by the second. His mind drifted purposefully and passionately away from the naked nurse he felt like calling up, to a memory years ago… Right after his sandy braid was zapped off by Master Yoda's lightsaber…his blood boiled, and he fell into a trance, back into the memories of the past as he sipped his juice box…

He led Padme into his secret room, below the elevator and through a tunnel. The room's door was low and as they entered a smell of cool Anakin musk and sweat drifted over the couple. She blinked her eyes at the sight of his tools and Jedi fighters and motorvapors. "This is my haven." Anakin whispered in her ear. It sent a metallic chill down her spine that she wanted more of.
As the thoughts of Padme swarmed in his mind, Anakin let his hands slide slowly down his body. He played with his navel, almost like he was teasing himself as he thought of Padme's foxy sex eyes as she slid her robe off her slim body. Everything about her showed Anakin she wanted him. Her overlarge nipples pointed at him like miniature lightsabers, rising and falling slightly as her breath quickened in anticipation. She stepped gracefully up to him and slid his robe off his shoulders. He wanted to make her wait, to make her want him even more, so Anakin thought of everything non-sexual that came to mind to stop him from turning into a Doppler radar, a huge, fat, steely Doppler radar. But as she slid her hand down to his cock (in the present, Anakin's hand copied hers), he couldn't stop himself from hardening like Palpatein at a Bantha Boys concert.
He pushed her roughly onto a workbench and spread her legs. As he fell on top of her, he attempted to put his cock in her simultaneously, but as usual, he was too big. She wasn't a virgin anymore, but she still had to stretch for Anakin. Eventually he Forced himself into her, and inhaled as he felt her pulsing around him. His curly blond pubic hair and her dark, wavy locks mixed and separated as he thrusted. Her breasts bounced with the motion, and she began to moan. Her pussy closed tighter and tighter as he moved faster, but he wouldn't let himself cum, not yet.
Suddenly Padme took charge. She flipped him over onto his back and started grinding her clit against his navel. Anakin squeezed his eyes shut in the intensity of the moment, when he heard a beeping from a few feet away. Neither of the lovers had noticed a droid in the room, sitting by as they fucked. An idea struck Anakin at the sight of the droid. With Padme still on top of him, he beckoned the droid over and whispered instructions to it.
A long, blunt arm came out of the droid's side-hatch as Anakin and Padme awkwardly stood up. It was difficult to stay inside her, but Anakin managed. The droid plunged its arm into Padme's ass and she yelped with surprise. Anakin grinned as he remembered that being double-teamed was her favorite fantasy. He grabbed a monkey wrench from the workbench and tightened it around her clit. He twisted and rubbed until he could feel Padme cumming, and released himself. A great spout of sperm shot out of him (past and present), so much that when they finally pulled apart it was running and globbing down Padme's legs onto the floor. He glanced at the ground and smirked at the puddle of love-juices that his servants would have to clean up.

Speaking of juices, present-day Anakin was now dripping with sperm and sweat. He walked bow-legged over to the wall to buzz the servants for cleanup, when he heard a slight panting, and a hurried whisper. He whipped around; searching the room for the source of the noise, but nothing was out of order, at least, not any worse than usual. Then he heard the panting again. Someone was in the closet by his computer! He grabbed his lightsaber and flung the door open. Inside were his disco-slaves, staring at him through terrified, sexy European eyes.
"What the FUCK!" Anakin screamed a vein on his sweaty brow pulsing.
"I'm in the mood for a fuck." Fabian said, looking into Anakin's eyes.
"No, not now Fabi." Ute hissed into his ear, giving it a small bite.
Yohan reached into his tight pants and adjusted his groin cup.
Anakin's lips quivered in rage. From inside the closet he heard a click and the funky beat started. "NO NOT HERE!" Anakin yelled. "I'm trying to be a good boy!"
"Then where…master?" said Ute.
"Somewhere where we'll blend in." Anakin said, angry at his own weakness for the dance.

Lust for the dance filled Anakin's chest as he slid through the side door of "Taunting Twi-leks."
He glanced around with sex eyes as he saw the crowd stop to stare at his sexy fashion. His legs graced black leather chaps and grasping his perky ass cheeks were hot pink short-shorts. At that sight a few girls had already pre-cummed in their thongs, but the rainbow suspenders barely clinging to his shoulder blades, and floating over his tanned supple torso, is what caused some lucky boys to cum at the mere sight.
"I'm ready to Party!" Anakin growled and motioned for his man slaves to follow. Yohan danced in first, thrusting his tight white bellbottoms. His gold belt and belly button ring glinted in the dance lights under his skin-tight white t-shirt. As he turned his head, removing his sunglasses, his black hair moved to show numerous earrings.
Ute was also prepared for such a night of dancing. He was wearing his favorite 3-D shades and a toga with neon green moon-boots. Ute turned and grasped Fabian's hand, pulling him into the rainbow lights, and sweaty dancing bodies.
"You know, in the future, THIS will be your fucking church." Ute whispered to a priest dancing nearby. The priest glared at him with his Jesus eyes, hiding his nun from the blasphemy.
Fabian cackled and grinded up against the priest, his light turquoise capris sticking to his lengthy legs, a long lightsaber earing dangled in the priests open mouth and tickled his tongue. "Yeah, that's right, eat it up." The priest licked it and soon was grinding with Fabian at the same tempo as the music beat.
Nearby on the dance floor Anakin was holding the hips of a hot pink twi-lek stripper. Yohan and Ute had found some ladies and were sweeping them around the dance floor. Yohan's lady couldn't handle his electric crocodile, so he left her for a sexy man pole dancer. He pulled the man off the metal bar and towards his own man-pole. The man couldn't resist, and they danced each other all around the disco floor.
Ute joined in a threesome dance triangle with Anakin and Sasha-shui the twi-lek and they shook each other from behind to perform the rancor shuffle. Ute slapped Anakin's ass lightly winding around the twi-lek.
Little did they know, a bearded man stood peering down from the 2nd level balcony. He had a scowl on his face, but he was strangely intrigued, and his eyes penetrated Anakin. A man next to Obi-wan released himself onto an obese twi-lek's head.
"Hey, pee on him next." Obi-wan said naughtily.
"Ok!" The man said pointing his cock towards Anakin. Obi-wan smirked under his beard. A long spurt of golden yellow liquid geysered into the air onto Anakin's sex locks…well just almost, he leapt to the side and jumped into the air, hopping from alien head to alien head, over the crowd, but the yellow snake followed his every move. His ass sweated under the intense disco lights and girls were trying to kiss his booted toes, he was running out of time before the pee located its target. He sensed the urine coming his way and miraculously dodged it. Anakin grabbed a crown from a crab man he'd landed on and flung it at the upper balcony peeer. It grazed the peeer's shoulder and stopped the spurt for a millisecond, which gave Anakin enough time to pull his electric blue lightsaber from his ass. As the piss line showered down again, the Jedi knight deflected it and it bounced back into Obi-wan's wide twinkly eyes. "HAH! Groovy," Yelled Anakin. "Come on my sex slaves. I'm in the mood for a drink."
Little did he know, he deflected the sour urine right into his Jedi Master. Obi-wan was not happy about this. Not happy at all. In fact, he had some plans for Anakin.

To be continued...

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