AOTC:Zam appeals to Jango's loneliness
From The Star Wars Erotica Saga
Balcony of a Trade Federation office tower
"Because we're all we have. We're alone in this universe, Jango. Well, you're lucky, you've got Boba, but me...?"
"Zam--"
"That's why it's important to me, Jango. 'Course, it might just be the human skin talking." You grin, and though Jango doesn't reply, he doesn't attempt to loosen your grip on his belt. "You can let your armour down every once in a while, Jango."
"No, I can't," he says, but he's all too aware of your hands creeping around the fastenings of his codpiece, and makes no indication he's going to stop them.
"No," you say with a sly look, "I mean you can literally let your armour down. Gonna make it damn difficult for me otherwise." You pop the clasps and reverently lower Jango's codpiece to the floor of the balcony. You reach up and pinch the zipper of his cargo pants between two gloved fingers. "Always have made things hard for me, haven't you?"
The visor glints in the darkness. "Cute doesn't suit you, Zam."
You smile, and unzip Jango's pants, reaching in greedily to free his stiffening cock. He's very well-endowed, the owner of a thick slab of meat a good ten or eleven inches in length. You begin stroking the veiny tube under your fingers, relishing the thought of tasting Jango's monster member. "I could try it," you murmur. "I'm good with disguises."
"Just... be yourself, Zam."
You have to look up from Jango's hardening manhood at this. "Sorry? I didn't quite catch that," you smile. Jango growls down at you, and you give his cock a firm squeeze. "See? You're softening up already. Well, you know what I mean." You bob your head and give the underside of his shaft a quick lick, savouring the taste of the Mandalorian's meat in your mouth. "Mm, no wonder that Force witch was all over this."
"I saved you from her," Jango grunts above you. You reach under his impressive shaft to give his balls a loving tickle.
"Yeah, you did." You press your lips to Jango's cockhead, giving him a loving kiss and sucking up the pre-cum squirting from his crown. Gently, you lower your head onto him, popping his tip into your mouth, where you bite down softly with your teeth. He growls again. "Like it?"
Jango doesn't respond. You release his prick and work your tongue, licking and lapping at his shaft, coating it in dribbling saliva, before taking several of his many inches into your mouth again. You bob your head, hollowing your cheeks, and blow him for a minute before coming up for air. "Gods, Jango, you don't know how long I've waited..."
"Since the Bogden moon," Jango hisses. You lean down to his balls, taking them in your mouth one at a time and suckling on the dangling, fleshy sacs.
"You carried me over the threshold," you say wistfully around your mouthful. "Come on, how long's it been for you?" You start working your way back up the man's shaft, pecking and kissing at the veiny meat. "Bet it was when you caught me in Dreddon's harem."
You press your hands to the base of Jango's cock and take his head in your mouth again. "In the metal bikini?" he recalls.
"Ah, you do remember!" you say around his thick member. You gargle on his meat-stick for a few seconds, then release him, leaving a thin, juicy trail of saliva dangling between it and your bubbling lips. "I knew you were paying attention really. So: when was it?"
Jango seems to squirm in his armour. "Zam... you know I'm no good at this sort of thing..."
You raise an eyebrow. "You're looking pretty good from where I'm, uh, kneeling." You stroke his cock again, making hard jerking motions that soon have him surreptitiously bucking against your hand. "We're not so bad, Jango."
He doesn't say anymore, and you know better than to push him. Instead, you gulp him back into your mouth and busy your tongue around his thick shaft, tracing the pulsing veins and trying to fit as much of his impressive length into your gullet as you can. You have to come up for air several times, but keep plunging back down on the Mandalorian's intoxicating dick, wanting nothing more than to feel his sticky spunk hitting the back of your throat and running through your fingers.
Your wish seems to be coming true as Jango starts giving grunts of pleasure, his cock jerking and shuddering in your tight grip. You smile around his meat and bob on him faster, slurping your tongue all over his shaft and sucking for all you're worth. He snaps his hips urgently, and you increase your speed to match his thrusts. He grabs the back of your spiky-haired head and keeps your mouth fastened around him, so that he's fucking your beautiful, borrowed face. "Come for me, Jango," you murmur, sending vibrations through his prick, "come for me."
His thrusts become sloppy and imprecise, and his cock shudders with exertion. You apply pressure to the base of his member and lift off his dick, holding your tongue under the head and keeping your mouth wide. He groans, and a jet of creamy cum gushes forth from his dick and into your waiting mouth. You gobble it down, catching the next loads on your lips and letting it dribble down your chin. The last burst catches your button nose, which you strain to reach with your cum-covered tongue. Jango stands above you, hands on hips, recovering.
You release him, and lick the last of the bounty hunter's load from your face. "Thank you, Jango."
He nods.
You smile. It's enough, coming from him. "Better tidy yourself up, bounty hunter. There's a Senator to kill," you say with a wink.
"No mistakes, Zam," Jango says, zipping himself up. You hand him his codpiece, which he reattaches. "I'm counting on you."
"I haven't disappointed you yet, have I?" you ask, still staring up at him from your knees. He tilts his visor down to regard you.
"No," he says, and turns, walking off into the night.
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