Jabba has a long day of meetings

You groan as your Master informs you that today will be most business. There is little to do on days such as these, your Master is focused on galactic affairs and financial transactions, and has little time for you to please him. However, you won't sit idly by.

You follow Jabba to his throne room, led by the golden collar that feels so comfortable around your neck now. You kneel at the base of his throne, on some comfortable cushions, dressed in your fine **** garments. One gangster after another comes to meet with Jabba for one reason or another: one begs for mercy after failing to finish a shipment, another wants more credits to finance a mining operation, yet another wishes to update Jabba on a complication with her crew (she had to execute one for disloyalty). Jabba waves them along, either to the dungeons or back to their ships.

As you sit beneath your Master, you grow insatiably horny. Watching him conduct his affairs, you revel in his power and authority. Here you are, a symbol of his might, and you couldn't be happier. You begin to touch under your panties, trying to be subtle, because you cannot help but feel aroused being beneath your Master in this way. You have brief thoughts, memories, of times when you used to be independent, strong and free. You feel pangs of shame, but they only drive you further, as you wallow in your shame and submission to this giant slug. There was a time when you would have found his body repulsive and disgusting. You try to remember, you think at one point you were hesitant to come near him. Now, you impatiently wait for his meeting to end so he can have his way with you. Your mouth aches for the taste of his gooey slime, and you imagine it dripping down your mouth while he pumps into you.

Eventually, you can stand it no longer, and as he discusses with a client you begin to place kisses along his lower, flabby folds. His belly protrudes, spilling out over his dais, and there is so much of your Master for you to kiss and lick. You continues to run your fingers up and down your labia subtly, but you doubt you have eluded the attention of the gangster Jabba is meeting with.

Eventually, your actions have the desired effect. Jabba begins to rock on his throne, repositioning his body as his erection begins to poke out from beneath his many layers of fat. You see just the glossy head, and give a tiny little squeal of joy. You try to suppress your enthusiasm, keeping quiet as not to disturb Master.

However, you begin to let your kisses sneak closer to his pleasure as you greedily lap at his slime. Your Master always exudes the most slime when he is aroused, and you feel honored to see the flow cascading down his doughy rolls. You lap it up obediently and willingly.

You know that all who walk by Jabba's throne room can see your dutiful service to your Master, as you take the head of his cock into your mouth, but this is good, you think to yourself. A being as powerful and superior as Jabba, so strong in his negotiations and financial undertakings, of incomparable sexual prowess, deserves to be worshipped in front of others. All should serve your Master.

You continue sucking and kissing until you can take more of his half-flaccid member into your mouth. He grows more and more rigid in your mouth, and you savor the sensation. You continue sucking, knowing that he likely won't become fully erect while distracted by financial dealings.

Eventually, however, his meeting comes to an end, and he has some down time. He flips through some notes on his holopad, but you know you have stolen at least half of his focus as his member grows bigger and bigger between your grateful lips. You begin to run your hands along his shaft and heavy, dangling balls, just as you know he likes it, until you finally feel him begin to spasm. He let's out a low gurgle as his eyes roll back and his cock begins to pump cum into your mouth, overflowing your lips and spilling all over your body. You press your breasts against the dais, wanting to get as much of his fluids onto your body as you possibly can. You continue licking him up as he summons the next guest to his throne room. You slurp and lick, making sure to get every bit of his cum into your mouth. It is such a prize, every time you get Master off.

You continue to suck on his soft cock, fitting it into your mouth easily. You are gentle, you know it is often sensitive after a climax, so you suck softly and gratefully. About fifteen minutes pass as you continue to lick and suckle, until eventually he begins to grow hard again. You let out a little whimper, you are so impressed with Master, his sexuality is beyond compare. You can't wait to swallow down another load of his green sticky cum.

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After Jabba concludes his last business meeting of the day, and you've swallowed countless loads of your Master's pleasure, he rubs the back of your head with a appreciation. You smile, shaking your ass for him to see. You are such a good little slut for your Hutt Master, you muse to yourself. He leads you by your leash back to your chambers where you retire for the night.