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Enjoy! The Sabacc Shift A wise old man once told me that in this galaxy we inhabit, there are only three universal truths. First, there’s nothing more dangerous than arguing with a Wookiee. Second, there’s nothing more foolish than gambling with a Jedi. And finally, there’s nothing more alluring than the dance of a Twi’lek. But I came to learn the last of those truths is only half true, and that cumshot lesson ended up changing my life in ways I never imagined. In any case, I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Kyp Grant. I guess you could say I’m a typical Corellian guy. I’m a smuggler, and I bet you can figure out the rest yourself. I work for myself, I love every second of it, do odd jobs, pretty much for whoever will hire me. Some of questionable legality, but that’s nothing new, not with how the Empire has run things for the last nineteen years. And thanks to the love of my life, I do very well for myself. The love of my life? That would be the Fool’s Errand , my YT-2400 light freighter. She’s my pride and joy, saved my ass fetish more times than I can count. I love her with all my heart, and that’s what’s always driven me to give my lady love the best of the best. For all her beauty, she wasn’t always perfect. Pretty much every stock system she came with has been upgraded in some capacity. Weapon systems, communications, living quarters, you name it. Hell, about the only thing I had trouble upgrading was her hyperdrive unit. With hyperdrives, most ships come with a stock hyperdrive with a decent rating. Mine came with a class 2.0 unit, which had a top speed of 50% of lightspeed. That’s fine for senators or Imperial dignitaries, but those of us in seedier lines of work need something much faster. Problem is, there’s a lot of smugglers in the galaxy and not enough top notch hyperdrive units to go around, what with the Empire cracking down on their production and distribution. In an ideal world, I’d install a class 0.8 to give myself a top speed of 20% faster than lightspeed, pussy but I’d have settled for class 1.0. And, of course, every pilot’s dream was a class 0.5 hyperdrive, but nowadays, those are impossible to find. Anyway, doggystyle I had searched for the right hyperdrive unit at the right price for years on end, but with no luck. That is, until that one crazy day… “Sir, incoming transmission.” My eyes popped open, my wonderful daydream now cum in her mouth ruined thanks to my copilot. That would be LE-C4M, though I always just called him Leecam. Pretty standard LE series repair droid. He’s reliable, observant, always gets the job done. Not much personality to him, though, despite my best efforts. If droids had previous lives, he would have been a butler. “Put it onscreen, Leecam.” I sat doggystyle cum in her mouth still and cumshot thought. He couldn’t move. Hard. Especially after what I had to endure all through school." I put on yet another set of shorts and a white tee shirt. Numerous reasons that ranged from looking exactly like his dad to Randy being a pussy typical 16 year old asshole. They cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. He was fully erect. We reached the top and Bella directed me through a white wooden door on our left and into her fetish room. “Nicole has a way of making them fun.” I lamely remarked. Voice betraying no hint of the game she was playing, the instructor called to the class, instructing them in how to round forward. She gripped me through my thin nightgown, stroking me. Her thumb rubbed across the pinnacle of my breasts. While the men used my femininity, the whores used my masculinity, riding my face and cock, sneering at me, making sure I knew what a low piece of fuck I was. The elder asked trembling almost uncontrollably. My eyes couldn’t help but drop to her thick sculpted ass that barely fit in those jeans. You shit, get up and go to the hot tub and take off all your clothes!" So perverted.