You need more than that
From Create Your Own Story
Sabine continues to stroke you as she goes back to working on Chopper. She's ignoring you, while her hand slides up and down your cock without any passion.
"Make sure you tell me when you're getting close, I can't have cum all over my tools." She calmly states, as her other hand welds something back into place.
You frown. "Sabine, this . . . isn't enough. I need more than this or we'll be here all day."
"Zeb, this is all I have time for, I'm really busy today." she doesn't even look at you as she says this, mindlessly stroking your member. She's gotten too comfortable doing this, and so have you. "What, you want me to use both hands?" she groans, "Fine."
She disdainfully lets her tools drop to the ground, she turns and faces you fully. Both of her lovely eyes finally make contact with yours, as her other hand reaches up to your cock. Sabine begins violently stroking with both hands, it hurts.
"Ow! Not so rough, Sabine!" you squeal.
Sabine breaks her grip on you fully, and glares at you. “I know you really need this but, I really don't understand why it has to be from me.” She snaps. “This deal we have, It's not even mutually beneficial.”
“Sabine I'm . . . I was . . .”
“Just stop Zeb. Go play with someone else.”
You can't believe how heartbroken this makes you feel. You've been friends with her for years, supporting each through the deadliest of entanglements with the empire. At first this arrangement you made together was cute and playful, but now you realize how mechanical and depressing it's become for both of you.
You and Sabine were so excited the first time. You were both laughing, and smiling about how silly it was. Sabine would crack jokes, she'd slap your cock against her face and say she could use it to knock imperial bucket-heads unconscious. You'd both make very lewd observations about each other, flirting and teasing one another. Before all this, Sabine was like your little sister, gradually you started feeling different about her and kept secretly hoping you would both agree to move past that, and become lovers.
'Well, I either be very direct about this, and hope she doesn't hate me forever about it, or lose any progress I've made. It's all or nothing at the Sabac table.’ you think to yourself.
She's completely ignoring you now. You watch her as she works away. Sabine puts her tools down, takes her helmet off. She takes a dirty rag and starts swiping it across her face, removing sweat and creating grease stains. You can't help but imagine her whole naked body being that sweaty and dirty, your cock stiffens.
You tap on her shoulder. Sabine sighs loudly and turns towards you. “What Zeb, what do you want?”
With your left hand you grab her chin and gently tilt her head upwards. Her eyes meet yours. Her expression changes from upset to something that simultaneously resembles concern and surprise. Using your right hand, you slowly move your dick, so that the tip hovers right over her beautiful lips.
“Don't think that will fit, Zeb.” She whimpers as her eyes widen with shock. “Uh, Zeb?”
You let go of your cock, the head of it lands on her lips. She takes a moment to look at it and then back at you. Almost instinctively, she starts to gingerly kiss your prick. Kissing then turns into furious licking. She drags her tongue across your cock, a sweet little touch of pink sliding across all that purple.
“You definitely want me to try, huh?” she coos.
She opens her mouth. Your left hand moves to the back of her head, ruffling her cute brightly colored hair. You push her down onto you, as she wraps her lips around the tip of your cock. Sabine bobs her head up and down, thrusting you in and out. You can feel the edge of her throat ensnaring the tip of your cock. She starts to gag, and she pushes you away from her. A violent popping sound as spits you out. Drool dripping out of her mouth and her chin, as she tries to catch her breath.
“I don’t think . . . I mean I like doing this for you, I just . . . is this what you wanted?”
“I couldn’t be happier, Sabine.” You say.
“Wish you’d be more forward with me, but I don’t think I can take all of you in my mouth.” she whispers, in between pants. “Are you close?”
“I’m . . . well I’m getting there . . .”
“This is going to be my whole day, isn’t it?” she cockily grins. “Go on Zeb, take me.”
