Anchorhead, Jundland Wastes
The blinding glare of the suns beat down upon the shiny chrome dome of R2-D2 as he stood next to the open arches of Higgs Hardware. The steel of the Astromech was fierce enough to fry an egg and played havoc with the sturdy circuits protected beneath, nor was he helped by the deafening whine of the restraining bolt fixed to his system. His ploy to Master Luke did not earn him the removal of said bolt. He would have to be craftier next time.
Across the store's isles stood the shopkeep, clad as always in her tight, revealing leather ensemble of shorts strained under the thick bulge of her sun-gold thighs and plump rear end. Fastened off by a loose-fitting belt and thigh-holsters laden with various power tools, typical of a scrap dealer. Her arms were folded beneath her heaving, shapely breasts as she leaned back against a set of shelves, grinning down at the Farmhand, who was rummaging through several chip sets and packages.
"You don't think yourself a little obsessed with his Holo?" She teased Luke, eyeing up the hardware between his fingers. Holo-recorders, image editors, bio-matrixes, point tracking lenses. "You got all the workings of your own little film studio. Uncle won't get mad you're turning his Astromech into a Fuck-Flick Film Droid?"
Luke's head shot up with a resounding clang against the shelf above him, causing the Togruta to burst out laughing, turning and giggling the whole way to the counter.
"It's not like that!" Luke exclaimed, clutching his head with a hand, rubbing his Blonde crown, a red flush pouring through his cheeks.
"It's exactly like that Skyguy, point tracking lenses and bio-matrixes?" She teased, beginning to ring him up on a terminal. "I know the kind of people that buy it, and I know what it's used for. You clearly did some surface-level research and figured you knew what you needed to make the sexy lady on the Holo naked, stop me when I'm wrong."
She was met only with silence from Luke, who continued rubbing his head, averting his gaze from the Togrutan. "The fact you know I'm here and the twisted shit I'd let you do to me, but you'd still rather jerk off to some bitch on a holo?"
She finally closes the order upon the terminal, hopping over the counter with his Sale-Chit, strutting towards him with a very wide, exaggerated flick of her hips before she shoved the chit up against his chest, grasping his shirt as glaring up at him.
"God's it makes me so fucking wet." She hisses, pressing her crotch up against his thigh, discretely grinding against the Bantha-hide.
"You're fucked up you know that, Dash?" Luke sighs softly, cheeks still flush but he takes a deep breath as and steels himself against her 'charms', reaching up to grasp her chin-laden hand.
"And yet you're always so hesitant to just put me in my place without me first guiding you to it." Dashlaa scoffs up to him, pushing the chit into his palm and yanking her hand free from his grasp, only to find it cupping her chin.
"Because you're my closest friend Dash, not a whore. You matter to me." He speaks in a low, quiet voice, keeping her chin hoisted to gaze upon his eyes, blue meeting blue and behind his was lust, desperate lust, kept in check by a will beyond her conception.
"You-..." She stammered, realizing only then she was enraptured, staring into his own eyes, a heavy flush reddening her yellow cheeks before she broke her gaze, tearing away from his hand, avoiding his eyes. "Oh shut up." She grumbled, she wanted to be annoyed somehow, wanted to find something to irritate her, but she couldn't shake the fluttering feeling in her chest, the almost addictive feeling his gaze wrought throughout her body.
Dash knew she wasn't a whore, she wasn't a slut, not an Alien bimbo, nor were humans 'better' than her.
Yet Dashlaa couldn't shake the feeling when she was in his presence. When he came to her, all she wanted to do was fall to her knees in his company and prostrate herself before him. He was addictive.
"I know I'm not Luke... and I know you'll never really see me as the things we say." She lowered her arms to rest them upon his waist, just as he rested his upon hers. "But gods be damned if I don't love it... I love it when you call me names, when you hold me down, when you choke me and make me feel so... little."
Luke offered a warm, loving smile down upon the Togruta as she leaned in against him, hugging him, lifting his hand to rest upon the back of her head, slowly stroking his digits down along her warm, smooth Lekku.
"And deep down, I know part of you enjoys it too..." She accused.
"I just want you to be happy... satisfied, and it helps y-." Luke began, suddenly cut off
"Then from now on, keep me happy, sated, help yourself to me." Her palms squished down upon his waist, clutching his well-toned farmhand physique. "I want to be happy, so consider this my permanent consent. Keep. Me. Happy." She looked into his cool, piercing eyes once again. They seemed slightly worried, almost conflicted. "Pleas-GHK..." Her voice cut off in a sudden, choking gag as Luke clasped a hand up and upon her throat, squishing it tight, cutting her off.
"Grab my stuff, and take me back to your mom's. You're going to set this shit up for me." Luke whispered in a slower, slightly deeper tone, his palm clamping upon her neck as he leaned in, planting his lips against her trembling, hungry mouth, stealing a kiss from the Togruta. His free hand lowered, clasping tightly upon her thigh, sinking into her plump, pillowy flesh before slipping up under the leather of her shorts, groping her ass beneath the hotpants, all the while leaning his weight against her, shoving his tongue between her cheeks, beating down and pinning her own against her teeth as she tried desperately though muffled whimpers to lap up the drool that flooded her maw.
Tano Residence, Anchorhead, Jundland Wastes
The biting kiss of the Sandcrete walls of her bedroom scraped against her cheek as she found her head firmly pressed against it, one mighty hand clutching her right horn, the other pinning her left arm behind her back. Every juicy, wet slap of her ass, crashing back against thrusting hips, launched her breasts up, clinking her nipple rings against the metal dome of the Astromech just beneath her.
Despite the firm, punishing thrusts, the painful wedging of her face against the wall and the creaking pressure of her arm wrenched up behind her, Dashlaa was more than capable of focusing on her work, as her free hand continued screwing down the casing of R2 now that the last of his new software was installed. Her concluded assignment was signalled by the flick of her Hydrospanner across the room, clattering into a toolbox.
Luke realizing this, and now overwhelmed by the rippling sensations of her clenching, squirting cunt now spraying and soaking both their legs and feet with her fourth climax of the evening, wrenched his bulging cock free from her now gaping, raw-fucked lips along with her arm.
Her weight now hers again, her knees gave way as she collapsed, arms clasping upon the Droid before her as she knelt, trembling, gasping head cocked as it was still held aloft by her horn, still clutched by the Farmer who now moved to angle his cock before her face.
"Why not inside Skyg-." She was cut off by a thick, meaty slap of his soaked, steamy meat smacking across her face before his juicy balls were leveraged up against her parted lips, his dripping cock wedged against the side of her nose, the tip hovering just above her forehead, dribbling little white beads of his impending climax, decorating her forehead by adding a few new white stripes.
"That's 'Master', you stupid bitch." He growled down to her, keeping her head still as his hips slowly ground against her face, her one eye not obscured by his meat gazing up at him, half-lidded and blind with pleasure as her tongue spills out, cupping around his Togruta-Juice flavoured balls, slurping down her own cum as his dribbled down over her face. "And why would I waste it in garbage like you. I'm saving it for a real woman, not some alien trash."
His words seemed to do even more for her than his cock did as her eyes fluttered, her body shaking as he felt her cunt, gushing another squirt against his feet as both of her hands desperately kneaded and beat her clit without remorse, all the while gagging, and choking herself mindless in his scent, so far gone she didn't even hear the front door of her home, nor even noticing Luke's frantic efforts to dress himself all of a sudden, she simply saw the light go out as she fell into blissful consciousness and slumped onto the floor in a shallow pool of her fluids.
Luke was dressed once again. His hair was ragged, soaked in his sweat, as was his shirt, a huge stain slowly forming on his crotch as Dashlaa's juices were soaked up from his still raging cock. Luke desperately began shooing R2 along and out of the room, tactfully placing himself behind the Astromech to conceal said Skywalker Steel bulging between his legs, quickly draping a robe over Dashlaa's unconscious form before stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind.
He made it a few steps down the hallway before a figure came around the corner, a tall, shapely figure, barely crammed into a pair of white, skintight leggings which tore and split at several spots, revealing the deep, scarred Safron skin it failed to conceal, leading up to an intimidating set of abs, that put Dash's to shame. Such were perhaps an inspiration for Dashlaa's workouts. However, these abs before him were overshadowed by an equally impressive bust of two full Milkers, strapped down only by a single, wide yet thin wrap of cloth that did very little to hide the dark duds that lay beneath.
"Luke?" Ahsoka asked, blinking as she was slightly taken aback by the sudden presence of the Farmboy in her home no less.
"Ahsoka... I..." Luke stammered, desperately trying to come up with a reason not just for his presence but his state of dress as well, not just that but a reason to lead her away from Dash's room. "...wanted to see you!"
Ahsoka seemed to enjoy that answer, a smile beginning to form, and a subtle jaunt took to her hips, but before she could speak, her eyes drifted down to the Astromech droid before him.
"What's with the R2 unit?" She pondered, tilting her head slightly with a vague sense of familiarity teasing her.
"It's... I came to get it serviced by Dash, it was missing a few parts." Luke stammered a bit, resting his palms atop the rather silent Droid. He didn't seem to make much noise since Dash had finished her upgrades.
"Is she in there?" Ahsoka asked, slowly sauntering closer to the pair, her eyes slowly peeling away from the Droid to rest upon Luke, occasionally flicking up to the door of her Daughters bedroom.
"N- no." Luke had nothing, no witty excuse came to his mind, no reason to urge her to stay away from the door, he died a little inside when he saw her hand reach up towards the control panel, only to finally rest upon his shoulder.
"So, you came to see me, alone?" She spoke in such a soft, silky tone, a voice that seemed it should proceed a licking of lips, the voice of a Nexu in heat, about to capture a mate. "Can't get me off your mind since last night?"
Luke felt his brutally big erection twitch a little more, he bit his lip to steel himself but failed to contain it as Ahsoka leaned down slightly, resting her breasts atop his shoulders, squishing his face between them as he let out a grunting moan, stepping back slightly and with a clang against the base of R2's body, his cock shot upright, sticking out from between the flaps of his shirt.
It was silent for only a moment before the audible swallow of a thirsty Togrutan caught his ears. He craned his neck up slightly to see her utterly transfixed upon his exposed shaft. Her eyes wide, breath hitching, lips apart as she stared into the abyssal depths of his crotch.
"Ahso-ghk" Her name caught in his mouth as she leaned down, pressing her lips against his own, a reverse of his morning, he thought, tongue deep in her Daughter, and now Mommy was tongue deep in him as her tongue wrestled his own down, her hands grasping his own as she pulled him along, separating him entirely from the Droid as she tugged and shoved him down the hall, lips clamped all the way along as Ashoka suckled every molecule of taste she could from him until his lips fell away as he fell over backwards landing upon the sofa, gasping a breath of fresh air as he looked up at her.
"You don't have to say anything Luke... I know why you're here." She purred down to him as she tugged upon the fastening pin of her Tube-top. The fabric wraps bound off as her breasts finally breathed the free air again, bulging above him as each free nipple seemed to peek down and wink at him. Luke wanted to speak, but part of him was speechless, part of him was terrified she'd find out that Dashlaa lay dicked down delirious in the next room, so he wanted to let Ahsoka distract herself, and part of him was bulging, throbbing, teased and pleasured by Togrutan cunt to the point of no return, and yet he was still teetering upon it, here was the breathtaking Ahsoka to rid him of that need.
He watched her, speechless as she fell to her knees before him, resting her breasts upon his thighs as her face hid behind the Tower of Cockmeat before him, soon coming into view again as she leaned in closer, until her lips kissed against the tip of his dick in a slow, oddly passionate embrace followed by a deep, tasting inhale through her nose and a shudder from the Togrutan Milf.
"You smell like you just got balls deep, fucking the nastiest whore in the club." She growled, lowering her head to his balls, taking another sampling snort of his musk before running the flat of her large, wet tongue against his sack and up the length of his sex-stained log. "Do you not shower after you jerk off thinking about me, you dirty bastard?"
Her demeanour reminded him of Dashlaa, but whereas hers was a tease to rile him into a hatefuck, Ahsoka's seemed an effort to degrade him just as much as herself as she belittled him for his scent of all things, only to bathe in it.
'I wonder how much she gets from her mother.'
The thought was quickly struck away by the sudden, vice-like grasp of his shaft in one of her large, powerful hands, clenching tight around the base of his Meatsaber, expertly handled as she rested her cheek upon his waist, but not before hooking his shaft between her lips, and bulging it up against her cheek, slowly bouncing her head along his shaft while her other hand pressed flat against his torso, pinning him down with unbelievable strength.
Her eyes never for a moment drifted away from his as she slurped, suckled and toyed with his manhood as only an actual strip club slut could, but the aura behind her, the tenacity in her eyes and the shocking display of strength and control she exerted in this had him hesitant to give her the same treatment he did to Dashlaa. One wrong word, and he could be the one strangled against the wall while she smashed her ass against his cock without mercy.
The thought alone was enough to set him off as, without warning, he tensed, back arching, hips jutting, but still pinned beneath her strong arm as her head twisted, face shoving down deep as her nose buried itself into his hairy crotch, smothering herself against him as he slid several inches into her boiling, throat, unable to keep himself from flooding it with several jetting spurts of his thick, creamy mess, instinctively reaching up to grasp her horns, unsure if he should hold her down or pull her off, not even sure if it would make a difference as she somehow kept vacuuming him deeper, and deeper between her bronze lips. Not a single drop spilt, leaked, or even came gushing from her nose, unlike poor Dashy.
This was Ahsoka, after all.
Luke's grip fell from the Togrutan Matron's horns and rested upon the sofa as he sighed softly, stricken by bliss as she wrang his shaft of every little dribble of cum in a pulling, tight pop of her lips, finally free of her warmth as he shuddered.
"There we go, nice and clean for Mommy." She hummed, licking her lips as she slowly crawled up onto the sofa, squishing his shaft between her belly and his as she slowly pulled herself upright, straddling him now atop the sofa, entirely pinning him beneath her thighs, her hands clasping onto his and pinning them to his sides as a long, slug-like trail of hot, wet syrup ran up along his leg, dribbling down the inside of his thigh before he realized her crotch was sopping through her leggings, they were so tight, so soaked and translucent he could see the soft, puffy labia shaping out against it as it finally rested atop his cock, and slowly yet firmly ground itself against his meat.
"Was it my lips you pictured last night? Was it Mommy's cunt you wanted to slide yourself inside... perhaps my big bubbly ass smashing down against your hips, draining you of every last droplet of that godly cum." She slowly began to bounce her hips against his cock, gently battering it to rigid life once again.
"I was thinking about you too, bending me over, whipping me against a pole, shoving your own pole in any and every hole." She then released his wrists, reaching down between them to grasp at her leggings, letting out an audible RIIIIP as she tore a hole clean through them, exposing an almost blinding glare of Orange as her vibrant, hungry pussy lips shone up to him under several layers of glistening arousal.
"Shove it in then, Farmboy, you deserve such a reward for keeping my secret safe." She purred, leaning in to slowly wrap her arms around behind Luke, her teats hovering in his face as she slapped her bare crotch down against his own.
Dashlaa as Luke knew, was unaware of what her mothers 'real' job was, just 'business' out of town. A life lived so that Dashlaa could respect herself more. Luke didn't have the heart to tell Ahsoka how much of a depraved slut she indeed was, primarily for fear of his safety.
It took several tries and multiple adjustments from Luke, Ahsoka was very little help and even seemed to actively try to hinder his efforts, just to fuck with him, before finally, he was fucking with her. He angled just at the right time, grasping the base of his cock to finally have Tano spear herself down around his bulging meat, her eyes widening much as his own did as they sat motionless, blinded by their pleasure.
'I'm finally inside her.'
'He's finally inside me.'
Their destinies culminating together as they joined at the hip. He felt the tip of his cock kiss the crest of her Cervix while she felt the girth of his base flex and throb, rippling through to her core with every beat of his heart.
Luke finally broke the silence as he leant forward slowly to take one of her bronze nipples between his lips, letting his eyes flutter shut.
"Mommy."
The word was like a Stunprod to her, body arching, nerves firing, cunt flexing as it crushed his shaft between the shaking, vice-like grips of her inner walls as the word alone drove her to climax and signalled the start of his 'retaliation' against her as his hips began pounding up from the sofa, as much as they could, pinned beneath her impressive ass.
It spurred her to life, however as she began bouncing, raising and diving down against him, impaling herself on every inch of his Skywalker cock she could manage. She felt tears well in her eyes as she looked upon him, his eyes closed, suckling on her teat. She missed this, and she hated that she missed it, but like any addiction, she NEEDED that Skywalker cum.
Her name filled the air of her home, each cry echoed by a thick, meaty slap that grew quicker and louder the longer her wails droned on.
"Luke!" SLAP "Luke!" SLAP "Luke!" SLAP "Luke!" SLAP
Luke was overwhelmed. There was too much Togruta to handle, too much to play with. His mind was racing, delicious perky nipples, boundless bouncing breasts, leg-crushing thunder thighs, a light-bending black hole behind, Lekku, Horns, Abs, Feet. There was too much to play with, too many scenarios to fuck her in. Luke knew then and there, that he would not make this his last, Ahsoka must be his too.
And so, he made her his. Reaching his hands up behind her back, feeling her spine rise and fall along his palms, soaked by the glistening sweat of her skin, he soon felt them flapping, slapping his hands, her Lekku draping down behind her like a ponytail. It was now or never.
He grasped a firm hold of them, one in each hand and with a heavy yank and a tight squeeze, he pulled them down like a pair of Reigns, forcing Ahsoka's head to tilt back, quickly followed by her spine as her whole body shook violently. She let out a glass-shattering scream as her lower lips gripped tight, gushing out another series of hot, pleasured sprays of girl-cum, drenching Luke's Torso as she shook and spasmed atop him.
He couldn't even pull back nor thrust deeper. Ahsoka had him clenched tight, only to find himself locked tighter as her knees clenched against his waist. He released her Lekku quickly, in a blind panic, as he felt his climax fast approaching. Reaching down to grasp a hold of her waist, trying desperately to pull the shuddering, climaxing Togrutan off from his cock, just as he felt her give way and his tip slot itself neatly inside her fertile womb.
He pushed and heaved and felt her begin to give way before suddenly his arms were grasped tight, pinned back against the sofa, her cunt clamping down upon him once again, hips beating down against his as Ahsoka recovered, leaning forward face to face with the Farmer, eye to eye as she glared at him with a terrifying mix of rage, pleasure and something else he couldn't quite understand at the moment. She leaned backwards, pulling him up slowly from the sofa, in what he thought was a moment of lucidity, allowing him to pull free of her, but instead, her legs curled up behind him, clamping tight around his back and binding herself to him as she continued, desperately riding him to the finish line.
Before he could protest, she shoved him back against the sofa, lips firmly pressed against him, muffling his moans and her cries as he found himself dragged over that fabled finish line.
He was always so careful with Dashlaa, a backwater like Tatooine didn't have much fancy contraception, let alone, primary forms of it. Ahsoka, however, not only didn't seem to care, but the sheer risk of the act of breeding set her off all the same as she screamed joy against his lips, hugging him tight and howling his name into her mouth as she desperately smashed her hips against his own, feeling his balls bulge and churn, emptying load after a load of his burning hot cream deep into her hungry, hungry oven, gushing out never-ending loads as it audibly stirred and squelched free of her cunt, pouring down between them and pooling up on the sofa, only then dribbling out onto the floor behind her. Her abs slowly faded from view as her belly steadily bulged out under the weight of cum Luke blasted into her, steadily deflating once again as she pissed it all out over his balls.
She was stuck against him, clinging to him with arms, legs and lips for almost twenty minutes, refusing to let go of him at any point until he managed to convince her that Dash might return 'from work' at any moment and so they should get to cleaning up.
Reluctantly Ahsoka agreed and finally wrenched herself free from the Farmhand, walking bow-legged down the hallway to her room, leaving a long drizzling trail of cum, pouring from her Tangerine Twat. Luke was left to try and clean himself up as best he could, grabbing Ahsoka's tube top and using it to dry his now flaccid shaft and soak up what he could of their 'activities'. His eyes transfixed upon Dashlaa's door. It didn't seem to have budged, so she must still be asleep in there.
While redressing himself, he turned his gaze to R2, who silently stared at him the whole while, not a bleep nor bloop, not even a flash of his blue sensory light. Only a solid red LED shone upon him.
"R2, are you... recording?" Luke asked, tilting his head slightly.
The Droid's red light suddenly flashed blue, then red, then blue, and standard combo's once again before the Tin-can tilted forward and, with a bright light, shone an image onto the floor. In full colour, with every angle upon a miniaturized sofa, sat Luke and Ahsoka, fucking each other senseless only moments prior with every lewd little sound imaginable.
The creek of a door down the hall had Luke gaze up, noticing Ahsoka's return, hissing now at R2 to shut it off as, instead, the image changed to the Princess of Alderaan.
"Help me Ahsoka Tano. You're my only hope." She said, the message repeating.
"Is that for me?" Ahsoka asked, stopping in the hallway, a pair of panties and a vest upon her.
"Y- yes." Luke hesitated briefly, continuing in defeat.
"Mhm... and why is she naked?" Ahsoka asked with a furrowed brow, now looking at Luke, whose gaze averted from both Ahsoka and the Recording of the princess, who currently, with R2's altered chipset, was displaying the princess in stunning, perky, creamy detail.
"I got the droid from a bunch of Jawa's. It came like this." Luke lied, lifting his head slightly.
"Oh, ah, so that's why you came to Dashlaa! To get it fixed!" Ahsoka exclaimed, looking even relieved for some reason
"Yeah!" Luke added, simply rolling with it.