Star Wars Cantina Whores - Sex Stories

Star Wars Cantina Whores

... down on his prick like a racing Rock Hound.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck!" she wailed, jacking her clit just as fast. "I'm gonna cum so hard!"

She pounded Han Solo like holy hell, loudly rattling that king-size bed.

"Make me go faster, you lousy fucking Tin Man!" she barked toward the GSP-69 Erotix.

"As you wish, madam."

The droid wrapped its cold metallic hands around her slender waist and increased her speed greatly with wooshing hydraulic sounds. A wild bouncing blur of red hair and white skin. The droid's energy beam kept him from ejaculating, no matter how much he wanted to.

"OOOOOOOOOHH FUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Another massive orgasm burst through her sweaty body, soaking her john even more.

"Oh mygaaaawd, oh mygaaaaaaawd," she groaned pathetically, catching her breath while masturbating idly. Her groans gradually turned to girlish giggling.

"Damn, boy, your balls are bluer than Grand Admiral Thrawn. I better relieve you of your duties," she remarked, waving off the Erotix."Let go of him, you fucking whore-droid."

"As you wish, madam."

The droid released its iron claw from Han's wrist. His lethargy instantly disappeared, and alpha male machismo returned with a vengeance.

"Crazy fuckingbiiitch! I'm gonna blast your face like a fucking storm trooper."

"Storm troopers couldn't hit the broad side of a barn."

"Get down on your knees, you ginger twat!" he growled. She obeyed his order with a comical grin. He grabbed her red bangs and ...

... yanked her face up toward his face while jerking off as fast as he could.

"Awwwyeaaah. Darth Vader never banged a good hooker good as you."

"Darth Vader? That guy's a flaming faggot too."

"Shut the fuckup!"

Her teasing worked like a charm, pushing him right over the edge to a mind-blowing climax. He howled toward the three moons of Tatooine while plastering her face and tits with thick jizz.

"Fuck yeah, gimme that cum, boy! Oh shit, there's so much. Your balls are richer than Jabba!"

The splooge finally stopped raining down. She shoved his dick into her mouth and sucked out every last drop, moaning contentedly.

"Great job, Kitty Kat," he purred while stroking her silky red bangs. "You deserve a nice tip, after surviving that melee at the cantina."

He pulled ten more imperial credit chips out of his pants and plunked them down on the nightstand.

"Thank you kindly, Mister Solo. You better pay me another visit, next time you're in this corner of the Outer Rim."

"Will do, babe. I'm like a Death Star of love, and you're my rebel base."

Han put his space pilot outfit back on and went reluctantly toward the door.

"Say, why does your wookie wear a sash full of metal bullets? They stopped making the guns for those like two hundred years ago."

"Chewie loves that vintage look. It makes him feel like a pre-laser fairy tale hero."

"Whatever," she giggled. "Get outta here and have some more wacky cosmic adventures."

She blew Han a kiss, and he ...