Twi'lek Twosome (Patreon)

The deal was done. After getting into some shady business with a Hutt boss, one crate of Death Sticks delivered to the other side of the galaxy had netted you a nice pile of sweet, legal tender Republic Credits. You’d get home and get back to business as usual tomorrow, but tonight, you decided to celebrate. 

Stuffing a wad of your newly-gained cred chips into your pocket, you head down to the strip cantina on the edge of town, made your way past the bouncer, and took a seat at the bar. An old salty Ithorian barkeep slid a cocktail in front of you.

While you enjoyed your drink, a purple-skinned Twi’lek stripper plopped down on the stool immediately next to you. She leaned over, the heavenly scent of her Muja-scented body oil refreshingly overpowering the scent of stale booze in the air. She smiled a gorgeous smile at you, turning to face you.

“Hey sweetie, my name’s Maxa.” She introduced herself in a sultry voice. “What brings you to the bar tonight?” It wasn’t until now that you noticed a key detail that made you inhale sharply out of embarrassment; her violet lekku, positioned over each of her shoulders, were the only thing covering her humongous breasts. 

“Oh, you know...” you started, considerably distracted by the near-nudity of your conversation partner. “Just, uh… observing.” You could feel something start to awaken downstairs.

She held her smile. “Oh, I bet. We have some gorgeous views here, don’t we?” Maxa asked rhetorically. “And you’re in luck. Sela’s about to take the stage. She’s our hottest dancer. Well, other than me of course.” She laughed.

You somehow manage to pry your eyes away from ogling Maxa’s curves to see the one she called Sela take the stage. Clad in a kinky, strappy outfit that already showed eighty to ninety percent of her glistening, vibrant teal skin, she twirled around the pole like the expert she clearly was, gyrating her goods in time with the rhythm of the club’s up-tempo music, her fat jugs jiggling beautifully. Taking a few steps backward and bending over, Sela shook her ass side-to-side mere inches from your face. Sela's round, smooth cheeks twerking directly at you, clapping in time to the beat finished what Maxa had started; you now had full wood.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” You hear Maxa say in your ear. “She deserves a little something, don’t ya think?” she not-so-subtly reminded you. You’d been so lost in the eroticism of these gorgeous Twi’leks that you’d forgotten your basic titty bar etiquette. Fumbling in your shirt pocket for a moment, you pull out a 100 cred chip and stuff it quickly in the dancer’s thong. That was way more than one would customarily tip a stripper, but what the hell, you had money to burn.

This apparently is enough to earn her affections, as she turned herself around, stepped off the stage, and took a seat directly on your open lap, crossing her legs over one another. Now with no less than two stacked Twi’lek goddesses fawning over you, life felt pretty good. 

Sela smiled at you, just as Maxa had earlier, then she turned to her fellow erotic dancer.

“Seems we’ve got a generous tipper, Maxa.” She said, stating the obvious.

“We sure do, Sela,” Maxa replied. “Maybe he’ll be so generous as to buy a private dance from the two of us!”

“Oh, of course, he will, right?” Sela said with play-hopefulness in her voice. She clasped a dainty hand around your wrist as she stood up, gently dragging you towards the private rooms. These girls were so eager you barely had time to toss a credstick to the big tough Gran bouncer who was watching the booths. 

Maxa parted the curtains as Sela sat you down in a big plush seat. The Twi'lek duo loomed over you, smiling. Their breasts were directly at your eye level. Maxa flicked her lekku back over her shoulders, unveiling her whole bust for the first time. Now that you could see them side-by-side, you could assess that hers were slightly smaller than Sela's but still an impressive pair nonetheless. 

Each of the busty dancers took a step forward before they each sat down on one of your knees, facing each other. Their bosoms pressed together as they leaned in towards each other, their lips eventually pressing together too. Their arms wrapped around each other's narrow waists as their tongues explored each other's mouths, complete with moans of pleasure from both of them. If you didn't have a full erection before, you certainly did now. 

Sela scooted up your thigh, breaking the kiss with Maxa. The side of her generous ass was now rubbing against your bulge.

"Ohh, someone's gotten excited!" Sela exclaimed.

"We have that effect on men..." Maxa teased. 

Maxa leaned in close, so close that the smell of Muja overwhelmed you once again. 

"We're not supposed to do this..." She whispered to you. "...But if you want to unleash your monster, we'll give him a nice blowie." You could see Sela over her shoulder, nodding in agreement. "In exchange for 1000 creds." She added. 

You carefully considered it. That was a lot of creds. These two sex goddesses sitting on your lap, looking at you with puppy dog eyes for the opportunity to suck your cock was all but impossible for you to turn down.

With a sigh, you reach into your pocket once again, and surrender a handful of credsticks. The girls smile as they slide off your lap, now kneeling before you. Working together, they undid your pants; Maxa did your button while Sela pulled down your zipper, and then tugged down your waistband as a team. 

Freed from its cotton prison, your erection sprang up to greet the two goddesses, who in turn, stared back at it. They looked up at you, back at your boner, then turned to each other before they collapsed into hysterics of laughter on the floor.

"He's hung like a Jawa!" Maxa cackled, wiggling her pinky finger as her lekku curled up in amusement.

You sink into the plush chair, your face flushed with the crimson of humiliation, but at the same time annoyance. 

"H-hey, I paid for a service here..." you stammered in defense of yourself. Unfortunately, this just made them laugh even harder! She 

"Oh man, haha, I don't even know if that thing's worth sucking for a thousand creds. Good thing he didn't ask us to ride it, no way that thing wouldn't just slip out all the time!" Sela quipped, practically falling over. "Look at it throb! Haha, he's totally hard and that's STILL all he's got!" 

"Oh come now, Sela," Maxa began. "Sure, he might have a micro-dick, but he's still a paying customer, after all..." The purple-hued one looked up at you, then back down at your twitching stiffy before wrapping her lips around your tip, and began to swirl her tongue around its sensitive skin.

You let out a sharp grunt of overwhelmed pleasure. Humiliated or not, you still had your cock in the mouth of a fat-titted Twi'lek stripper. Without breaking eye contact, Maxa gestured for Sela to join her. Her partner in crime now beside her, Maxa released your cocktip from the sensual prison of her mouth, and the pair began skillfully engaging in slow, almost painstakingly slow, licks up and down either side of your erect shaft. Your whole body shivers with delight, though you could still see the laughter in their eyes. 

You couldn't hold back anymore. The soft, wet, warm tongues on your over-eager cocktip were too much; Orgasm washed over you as you blasted a shot of cum that happened to be timed so as to splatter directly over Sela's tongue and lips. The teal Twi'lek immediately recoiled. 

"Agh! Ugh... Ewww! I got shrimpdick cum in my mouth! Ugh! He's a premature ejaculator too!" Sela exclaimed with genuine disgust. Maxa looked on to her co-worker with a mixture of bemusement and sympathy at her predicament.

As Sela gagged on the floor, Maxa looked back at you, apparently annoyed?

"Alright, you blew your load. That finishes our deal." She stated, her play-niceness gone.

"H-hey, that's not fair." You protested. "I paid a thousand creds, I should at least get to finish in one of your mouths."

"Um, no." Maxa asserted bluntly. "We never agreed to that. And I wouldn't make a scene if I were you." She grinned, apparently knowing she had the upper hand.

"And why's that?" You ask her.

"This is a Hutt-owned club." She answered. "Surely you don't want to make an enemy of them, do you?" She teased, smugly.

"And not to mention," Sela began, apparently recovering from her ordeal. "We'll tell every sex worker in the galaxy about your little itsy-bitsy prick if you give us a hard time.

You sighed, knowing the girls had you over a barrel. You did the only thing you could, which was pull your pants back up and leave.