Chapter 42
by
Drakavius
What's The Fantasy?
Star Wars
Jamie's eyes went wide as they locked with the dark brown orbs of Padme Amidala, her hair was looped up behind her head, her white outfit torn and slightly dirtied as if she was just off the gunship escaping Geonosis. As she came off his cock for a moment her tongue dueled with an incarnation of Leia from Hoth. The black of the room began to fade, architecture and colours taking the shape of Jabba's throne room.
A third mouth now joined them, Oola the Twi'lek dancer.
Cheryl was enjoying what was taking form standing behind Jamie holding him, probing his mind for what else could throw this over the top. George began reshaping into Aayla Secura.
Releasing her hold on Jamie she strutted over to a lavish couch more at home in a French palace than Jabba's. Sitting down on the royal blue padding and spreading her legs a grin spread across Cheryl's face. “Come.”
With that command, Jamie stumbled for a moment coming slightly to his senses. When did the wall stop holding him, how… God damn, Padme can saunter that ass.
Padme and Leia held hands before parting, taking up places on either side of Cheryl fondling and mouth a tit each, Cheryl throwing her head back and moaning as her translucent body took on a red hue with black accented patterns.
As Oola and Secura each came to her and took a place by each leg, their hands exploring between the reddening legs. As Secura stroked across Cheryl's pussy she lifted her head revealing the façade of Darth Talon.
“Come to us, join the dark side and fuck all of us.” Cheryl alluringly uttered, enjoying the roleplay almost too much.
Jamie was at a loss for responding, torn between his already burgeoning arousal, sudden embarrassment at his exposed body, and confusion as a nightmare had somehow transformed into a Star Wars sex fantasy.
“Dance for the boy,” Cheryl commanded kicking the green twi'lek away from her left leg.
Oola gracefully stood up and fluidly began to dance about, flaunting her body as it shifted with each step. As Oola circled Jamie eyeing him up and down seductively she dropped to her knees and reached back over her head, Reaching beneath the tentacles hanging from her head her hands slowly and smoothly slide down over her shoulders, onto her breasts pulling the now disconnected straps of her top on to her D cup breasts, squeezing them unleashing an impassioned gasp as she rolled over swinging her smooth green legs outstretched skyward before coming back to her feet.
With a slower sway of her hips, she pirouetted around the still shocked and confused Jamie. Pressing her body against his bare back she grabbed Jamie pulling him tight as he tried to jump away, grinding against him her hands slid across his chest, and down his body.
Jamie was stunned, his prior terror and concern immersed in a flash flood of arousal and temptation. Before him, he could see the perfectly slim ass of Aayla clad in her brown pants as her blue head was held between Talon's legs. Cheryl stared intently at Jamie under her fascade as the incarnations of Padme and Leia made out while fondling the bright red breasts together.
“Give yourself to the dark side. Join us in sliding down that path.” The green twi'lek whispered in a sultry tone, one of her hands slipping under Jamie's and wrapping his cock provoking a relieved exhale of pent-up desire.
As Oola's one hand gripped his shaft the other held his chin forward watching as Leia tugged Padme's shirt up from her midriff to expose the perky A cups, their hardened nipples reaching out for attention. Pinching them for a moment Leia leaned back, peeling off the insulated vest, her mother's hands reaching forward to unbutton the top beneath.
Aayla meanwhile seemed to be growing in enthusiasm with her task, her hands resting at the top of each of Darth Talon's legs less and less as they roamed across the red-skinned twi'lek's midriff and up towards her breasts.
"You should heed our master's orders," Oola whispered in a sultry husky voice, her fingers delicately dancing around the still stunned Jamie's cock as he remained entranced with the scene unfolding before him. "Watch them join her."
Cheryl smiled at the entranced pool cleaner, feeling his will and resistance falter, knocked off balance by the subterfuge and delusion playing out. Feeding Jamie's deep desires.
Pulling the fascade of Darth Talon's head tentacles around in front of her shoulders she stroked them delicately as Padme peeled back Leia's top, exposing her B cup breasts and fondling them in admiration. Looking at her audience she guided each of the women into a salacious kiss, before guiding them to make out passionately. As Padme and Leia parted tongues they each resumed playing with a breast, pausing to lick along the red tentacles and stroke them as Darth Talon guided their heads with her hands, basking in the three sets of lips pleasing her.
Padme and Leia each stood, aggressively stripping their lower halves bare, embracing and feeling each other up and down they descended to the blue-skinned twi’lek Jedi, kissing across the exposed midriff back, peeling her pants down.
Before long they were both fingering her ass and pussy, making out and groping each other. Periodic glances to their audience Jamie as Oola deep throated his cock seductively.
“Imagine it was your cock instead of our fingers fucking her.” Padme shouted to Jamie.
“Grab her Lekku, imagine you have hold of these beautiful blue hips.” Leia added exchanging tongues with Padme as Aayla moaned lavishly in Darth Talon’s snatch, her head aggressively held in place as the red cunt arched up and pressed into her face in orgasm.
Oola moaned approvingly as Jamie took hold of her green tentacles and set to work humping into her, his wet slobber covered cock sloshing in and out of the twi’lek as Jamie thought about fucking Aayla, his heart raced at the idea of pulling out to cum across her back and the faces of Padme and Leia. The mother-daughter duo lapping it up before both taking to his cock.
Grinding deep in Oola’s face Jamie cried out as he felt himself climax on the verge of cumming, holding his cock clenched deeply there for a moment as he desperately awaited his load to burst forth. As his climax levelled out, feeding his desire to orgasm and unload her let go of the green twi-lek's head and contemplated for to fuck next.
Who does he choose?
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