A Padawan’s temptation

It was late and Ahsoka had been instructed to check on Michael Hazelton. Like usual as the Padawan she had been instructed to do the mundane tasks while Master Luminara gets to do the important work. Just like with Master Skywalker.

As she walked through the halls however she could hear soft moans coming from Hazelton‘s room. Investigating closer she could see that they had accidentally left their door open. She should probably close it.

As quietly as possible she crept closer, looking to close the door and give them their privacy. But as she approached she couldn’t help but take a glance inside.

She saw him, and the women he slept with. Two clones, one Aran clone and one Shepard clone as they liked to be called were in bed with him. The man was laid out on the bed while the two women gathered around his groin. Their firm asses being shown to her, their large breasts pressed against each of his legs.

She should close the door. Really she should. But something stopped her. She felt compelled to watch. As a Jedi she obviously wasn’t supposed to, but she had never seen anything like this before.

The two clones were both sucking him, and while she couldn’t see his cock, she still was drawn in. The clone’s asses were slowly in her direction. They seemed blind to Ashoka’s presence and Ashoka couldn’t keep her eyes off them. They seemed almost hypnotic.

They seemed to be enjoying themselves. Having that cock in their mouths. She couldn’t help but trace her fingers across her body watching. To be so subservient, to give oneself purely to one’s pleasure.

Slowly Ahsoka’s fingers began to rub against her clit, an unfamiliar process to her. But as the waves of pleasure rippled through her. Unlike anything she had felt before.

She imagined herself in that position. So subservient. A sex ****, just another **** in a harem. One to be used for his pleasure and then cast aside. That was so wrong but why did it feel so right? She couldn’t help herself, as she tried to keep her moans as quiet as possible.

The way they sucked him off. The adoration towards him. Something strange. They should be out of his league. Both women were effectively supermodels, and he was just a man.

But for some reason that was so enticing in of itself. The idea of ordinary person being worshipped by women so far out of their league was something out of a fantasy. And she wanted to help create that fantasy.

He was looking at her. She froze in fear at being discovered. But he just winked at her. Such a simple gesture but it sent her into a climax. He knew. Oh god he knew. She had to get out of here.

Back on the bed you smiled, and lay down satisfied. You had ensured she wouldn’t be able to forget. A seed had been planted and you would be eager to see it grow.