Infiltrating The Palace - Sex Stories

Infiltrating The Palace

... arching her back just as a jet of sweet nectar sprayed from her pussy, splashing across the floor, soaking the sand particles with each discharge that poured from her womanhood.

"Good girl, enjoy the degenerates," Mara chuckled darkly, kissing Oola's soft lips roughly, turning when the sound of heavy clapping emanated from behind her.

"Excellent work, Giretti. She's been well trained. If your upstarts have more women like this in their stable, then I can safely say that they'll find themselves as the recipients of a lucrative partnership. And as promised, Bib has your finders fee," Jabba motioned for the unsettling Major Domo to step forth, who handed over a small crate of credit chits to the Weequay, missing Giretti's sigh of relief when he turned his focus to the triumphant Mara, along with the crumpled up form belonging to a still convulsing Oola. "That was a dirty trick you played, pretty one."

"I only wanted to prove my desire to be yours and yours alone, Lord Jabba," Mara slowly walked towards the dais, feeling the sweat rolling down her pale skin. "If an unfair tactic brought me one step closer to my goal, then I had no choice but to use it."

"A woman after my own heart," Jabba rumbled with laughter, swinging an arm towards his guards, pointing at Oola as she attempted to recover from her blinding orgasm. "I'm a Hutt of my word, take Oola down to the pleasure den, a short stay with my guests will make sure she doesn't repeat this failure. Come, Arica, let ...

... your new master see you up close."

"As you desire," Mara bowed her head.

As she strode over to the dais, she heard a snap of the chain and saw it become taught, watching Oola being viciously yanked to her feet and pulled back towards the Hutt, tumbling into his stubby arms as he reached out to release the chain from her collar. In contrast, Mara elegantly stepped onto the dais, standing close enough for the Hutt to get his greasy hands around her waist once her relinquished control of Oola over to his Gamorrean guards, guiding a willing Mara towards his oily stomach.

"I admire a slave who's willing to play dirty to fight for my affection," Jabba's rank breath poured across Mara's face, a concotion of expensive booze and rotting Paddy Frogs, but the assassin only displayed pure adoration for the Hutt, stroking his leathery skin with unwavering reverence. "Tell me, are you ready to give your life to me? To become my Arica-Sul?"

"It's all I have ever dreamed of," Mara glanced down at the glaring Oola, licking her fingers clean of the Twi'lek's juices as Oola was dragged away. Turning back to Jabba, she felt his hands edge down to her wide hips, stopping when they cupped her luscious rear, coming within inches of the thin material running across her womanhood. Leaning in, Mara met Jabba's quivering tongue with her ruby red lips, moaning when a pudgy digit impishly brushed her thong aside, worming its way into her silky tunnel. Her eyes turned to Bib Fortuna, who sidled ...