A Tongue (and Titty) Bath

Ahsoka grabbed Lux by the collar as he turned to leave, pulling him into the middle of the quartet of ****-clothed women. "Thank you, Sir," she said as the girls' hands went to work on his clothes, "but you forgot one thing." She reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt. "We couldn't possible impose on you for a bath in such fine surroundings for something as mundane as being hot and sweaty," she cooed, reminding him of the female lead of Forbidden Love - or perhaps one of the girls from a dirty music video. "We should only use it when we're really, really," her smile turned wicked for a moment as she reached the last button, "dirty."

Abruptly, four pairs of hands stopped their work untucking his shirt and undoing his belt to grab his shirt and literally tear it off of him. As he glanced around him to see the scraps of cloth falling to the floor, Lux realised that they were in the same position as they had been on the train, with Scout pressing up against his right side, Barriss against his left, Serra against his back and Ahsoka in front of him. As their hands stroked over his upper body and they hummed appreciatively at the tone of his muscles, Lux felt a strange pressure around his waist. Serra's bare breasts, slick with the warm humidity of the bathroom's air, slipped and slid against his back. Scout and Barriss wiggled their own chests until they were wrapped around his arms, essentially giving his biceps a titjob.

Caught under the sudden onslaught of big, bouncy boobies, Lux couldn't even muster the coherency to wonder when and how they'd shed their metal bikini tops before Ahsoka's tits were being dragged down his pecs and abs as she slowly dropped into a spread-legged squat, giggling as pressed her heels together and telekinetically pulled down his pants and underwear. His cock sprang up and then slapped down heavily into the valley her mist-glossed DDs, all fifteen inches of it. Wait, fiftee- his surprise was cut off by Scout leaning forward and licking up the side of his neck before nibbling his earlobe for a moment. Lux's cock throbbed, practically jumping up and slapping back down in Ahsoka's cleavage.

There's something about this... he thought dazedly, luxuriating in the feeling of so much female flesh pressing against him, something familiar. Abruptly, he remembered one of the videos playing in Desert Dreams, with the singer surrounded by four **** girls, bragging about how easy it was to get them to obey him. While the current situation was a little more explicit than the equivalent scene in the video, he got the message well enough. If the girls were willing to go this far, then Scout and Barriss probably wouldn't be satisfied with just a hand on the inner thigh like the video honeys had been.

Don't think, don't hesitate, put them in their place. Brushing aside his surprisingly forceful inner monologue, Lux bit the bullet, slipped his hands under Scout and Barriss's loincloths and started to stroke their plump, sopping wet cameltoes. The effect was immediate; both of them reached up and grabbed their own breasts, stroking them up and down his biceps as their mouths opened to let out soft, panting moans of pleasure. Ahsoka's reaction was just as intense, the Togruta mashing her own tits together around his cock and leaning forward to seal her lips just below the head. Serra nipped at his neck, purred and dropped into her own squat behind him. As her fingers reached into his crack and spread his ass, Lux's brain managed to dredge up a fleeting image of a Zeltron woman singing about what a freaky slut she was before Serra's tongue punched straight past his ringpiece.

Whether it was the physical sensation, the fact that the one giving it was a Jedi, or even that it was being enhanced by the **** in some way, Lux's first time receiving a rimjob was nothing less than transcendent. The thrill of knowing that one of the Republic's finest, a young woman who's entire life was dedicated to the pursuit of self-mastery, was willingly squatting behind him and burying her face in his ass was almost as powerful as the pleasure that leapt from the tip of her tongue and ran up his spine like lightning bolts. He roared with pleasure and jammed two fingers from each hand up Scout and Barriss's twats, pressing down on their clits with his thumbs. Ahsoka released his aching, pulsating rod from her cleavage and drove her head forward with a loud, obscene *GLURGHK* as it rammed past her gag reflex and bottomed out in her throat.

Between the waves of intense, but mundane pleasure radiating from Scout and Barriss's crotches, the sense of satisfied accomplishment from Ahsoka and the debauched, submissive thrill from Serra, the emotions of the four ****-sensitives were a powderkeg waiting for a spark. When Serra twisted her tongue just so and jabbed his prostate, Lux's orgasm provided more than enough of one. Eyes rolled back and cunts clenched, all four girls moaned, screamed or squealed in ecstasy as a four-fold climax ripped through them. Lux's fingers kept pumping as he came, driving the quartet to even greater heights of pleasure even as his balls clenched to the point of agony and poured every drop they could give straight down Ahsoka's greedy gullet...

And then it was over, and it was only Serra that stopped Lux from keeling over backwards. She held him up, standing once more, as a dazed looking Scout and Barriss held his hands up to their mouths and painstakingly licked them clean of their juices. Their thongs lay in ruins on the bathroom floor after being pulled from out of their pussies, Lux's fingers having pushed them so hard that their ties had snapped and they'd been left behind when he'd pulled free. Ahsoka was nuzzling his now-soft - and noticeably bigger than during their first time - cock, occasionally swiping her tongue over one of his somehow still swollen balls.

"I don't *mmm* mind if this *chu* gets us kicked out of the *mwah* Order, Sir," she murmured, looking up at him as if he was some sort of deity, "because I know where we really belong."