MARK HAMMIL

Mark Hammil and Mara Jade were making out in Mara's apartment on the Death Star. Mark Hammil was always kind of bugged that Mara Jade never changed her surname to Hammil after they got married. He worried that maybe she didn't really love him and was only married to him for his inheritance from Darth Vader. He didn't care though. She was fucking hot. She had red hair and she wore a black camisole over her huge tits. She had really tight black jeans on and her lightsaber hung from her belt. It had a purple color crystal inside. Mark Hammil wasn't much of a purple fan, but it was a good color for her. Her hair was red like the blood of her enemies.

They made out on Mara Jade's bed. Mara Jade was so into Mark Hammil that she asked him to bring some music for the makeout session. He opened his laptop and double-clicked on iTunes. It told him that it needed to update so they made out while it updated. Mark Hammil was wearing his Journey concert shirt with all the concert locations on the back of it and some khaki colored cargo shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear because he forgot to do the laundry and all his underwear smelled like pee because his wiener usually dripped a little after he peed.

When iTunes was done updating, Mark Hammil put on All Along The Watchtower by Bob Dylan. He really preferred the Jimi Hendrix cover, but iTunes only sold it as part of the whole album rather than as an individual mp3 and Mark Hammil didn't want to download the whole album for one fucking song. It's ridiculous that they do that. Amazon and Google do the same thing. So frustrating. Anyway, Mara grabbed his weiner and it immediately went hard. He got the impression that she really liked the song. Mark Hammil groped one of Mara's tits and they made out some more to Bob Dylan which is kind of a weird artist to make out to but Mark Hammil isn't one of the most experienced men when it comes to makeout sessions.

"Ooh, I like that," whined Mark Hammil.

"Shut up and fuck me!" Mara said, throwing Mark Hammil down on the bed and straddling him in the cowgirl position. She shoved his rotund Jedi cock into her vajayjay and started to ride him hard. He was a premature ejaculator, though, and he was already about to cum so he used to Force to make her cum at the same time so they could cum together just like in pornos.

"Oh baby," Mara Jade said, wiping sweat from her brow.

"That was amazing!" Mark Hammil whined. His dick still in her, he groped her tit again as the song hit the 30 second mark.

"Are you sure you have to go?" asked Mara, kissing him sensually on his neck. Since she was a girl, she could keep having sex if she wanted to, but Mark Hammil couldn't because he already cummed. "You have gorgeous balls," she said.

"Man, losing my virginity was fun!" whined Mark Hammil enthusiastically.

"... what?"

"It was fun!" he whined again.

"You can't be fucking serious.." Flabbergasted, Mara Jade took the dick out of her vagina and put her pants back on. "That was your first time?"

"Yep!" Mark Hammil whined happily, sitting up to pause All Along The Watchtower.

Mara looked to her wall-mounted comlink as it started beeping. "We'll talk about this later," she muttered, standing up and putting her tit back inside her cami to answer the comm. It was Grand Moff Tarkin.

"Mara Jade," he said, pausing as his eyes went wide at the sight of Mark Hammil. "Er, am I interrupting anything?"

"No, he already made me cum," Mara giggled.

"..." said Tarkin. His book comes out in November. It's going to be pretty cool. I can't wait. It'll be canon, too, which is nice. "We have a situation," he said, still staring at Mark Hammil's wiener. He wondered to himself if Mark Hammil was using the Force to make it look bigger than it actually is. He made a mental note to look that up on wikipedia.

"I'll be right there," said Mara, closing the link. "Mark Hammil, I need to go see what's happening on the bridge. Will you be alright by yourself?"
"Yeah," Mark Hammil whined. "I'll probably sit here and do Light-Side stuff."

Mara giggled and left.

"Finally I can prove I'm not gay!" Mark Hammil whined to himself.

On the bridge of the Death Star, Mara Jade walked in awkwardly since she just had her vagina pounded. She saluted the Grand Moff for some reason even though she's the Emperor's Hand she doesn't have to since she doesn't hold a military rank.

"Jade," the Grand Moff spoke crisply. "We've received a report that the Millennium Falcon is in sector 22-B8."

"... where the fuck is that?"

"Well I'm not entirely sure," Tarkin said. "The author just pulls shit out of his ass. He's good at improvising."

"Well, we better head there," Mara said, turning to address the flight officer. "Take us to sector 22-B8."

The Death Star began to slowly turn and a couple of hours later they finally entered hyperspace, since the space station is so fucking slow.