Saturday, 31 January 2009
12:45:56 PM (GMT)
This is a graphic story, do not read if offended, distributing of my
stories is a form of plagiarism, and trust me, WHEN I find out, you'll regret even
thinking about it.
Star Wars, baby :]
Qui-Gon slides off your legs, one hand caressing your red bottom, the other
loosening his sleep pants. You start to roll-over, but a large hand presses
into your side stopping you. "Are you going to be good?" Qui-Gon asks in a
"Yes, Master," you answer obediently and he releases you.
You sit up and run your hands down his well-defined abdomen, pulling down his
sleep pants over his erection carefully. You lower your head and run your
tongue along his length, savoring the taste of his hard cock. Swirling your
tongue around the head, you move your hand over his sac and up and down the
length of his shaft. You suck gently on the tip as Qui-Gon tangles his
fingers in your hair, pushing your head lower. You swallow more of his
length, sucking and stroking him.
He moans loudly, his hips bucking out, matching your rhythm, his hands
pulling your hair. You release his cock, your mouth kissing his navel and
moving up the thin trail of hair to his chest. Your tongue flicks against
his heated nipples as you continue to stroke his hard cock. His hands are
still tangled in your hair as you attack his neck, kissing and sucking the
lightly bearded skin.
You move and kiss him vigorously, your tongue thrusting into his mouth even
as he groans loudly with pleasure. You let go of his cock and fall backwards
onto the bed, pulling him with you. He untangles his hands from your hair
and kicks off his sleep pants as you spread your legs to accomodate him. He
hooks his arms under yours and lifts his weight off of you. You can feel his
shaft pressing against your wetness and you moan. You want him, no, need him
inside of you, now.
You shift your body beneath his, arching your back. "Please, Qui-Gon,
please, take me."
He presses the tip of his length inside you, teasing you. "Are you going to
sneak out to go drinking?"
"No, Master," you answer pushing your hips upwards, knowing he wanted you as
much as you wanted him.
"Dance on bars?" He asked, his voice hoarse, his control close to the
"Only if you're there to enjoy the show, Master," you answer with a smirk,
wrapping your legs around him and pushing him deeper inside of you.
"That's my girl," he says, rewarding you with a deep kiss as his cock pushed
inside of you, stretching and filling you.
Your tongues tangle heatedly as your bodies move against each other, your
pleasure building with every thrust of his hips. He tears his mouth away
from yours as he shifts forward, pushing deeper inside of you, his cock
stroking your sensitive spot. Your pleasure builds as you slam your body
upwards into his, moving constantly faster and harder with him. Qui-Gon
moans and shudders against you as you both climax. Waves of ecstacy soar
through your body as your muscles contract, tightening around him as he fills
you with his hot seed. Gasping and trembling you hold each other until you
catch your breath.
"I think I should be naughty more often," you tease, as your body relaxes
into the soft bed.
Qui-Gon smirks, lifting his head and kissing your lips softly. "Then I'll
just have to punish you more often."
"Yes, Master," you answer with a suggestive lift of your brow.
Last edited: 2 February 2009