Hutt Slut A Jabba Smut

When I think about my life among the stars, it's like wielding a double-edged sword. On one side of the blade, the vast emptiness of space offers an intoxicating sense of freedom--there are no prying eyes, no judgments... well... Except for Noraji, my companion kittle. Her opinions can be quite loud sometimes. But on the other side of that sword, it brings its own set of annoyances too, like the damn moisture that keeps fogging up my fucking vanity mirror.

Sighing, I wipe away the condensation, the cloth swatch squeaking as I go, clearing up just enough of the reflection to check my makeup and finish styling my hair. After all, I have an important appointment coming up and I need to look my best. I do so hope my new client likes what he sees... and what I do to him.

This gig is a big deal--it could be the key to securing my future and cementing my reputation as a highly sought-after freelancing courtesan. The past three years of building my business in the outer rim have been good to me, but this will up the ante quite a bit, and as I sit here looking into my mirror, I can't help but think my unique appearance has something to do with it. My talents and skills too, but my appearance gets my foot in the blastdoors to begin with.

My mixed heritage is evident in my features, to some degree it sets me apart from most of my own people: I inherited my mother's Zeltron traits, while my human father's Elvish characteristics added a unique twist. The result is a striking combination - soft, pastel pink skin; long, luscious curls of purple hair with natural pink highlights; large, wide-set doe-eyes; and a nose with a playful upturn, leading to full, pouty lips. Then there's my curves which are voluptuous and inviting, with a petite waist giving way to generous breasts that seem to have a life of their own. Many find this blend of features irresistible, given how well business has been since I started. So it's only natural that I've learned to harness this allure, using every glance and gesture to stoke desire.

I'm almost there--my makeup is flawless, my outfit fits perfectly, and with just one last adjustment, I'll be ready for what's coming. With a few pins held gently between my lips, I twist my long curls into a style that accentuates my best feature: my large, wide-set, pure golden eyes. Framed by lush lashes and lined with subtle allure, making every glance a playful tease of seductive innocence that begs to be corrupted with perversion.

As I finish preparing, the low hum of the ship's engines wraps around me like a familiar embrace. This is my home, it has been for the last three years--a sanctuary filled with personal touches: colorful rugs, tapestries, and art decorating the walls and ceiling. A big cozy, indulgent bed for the jobs that require me to host. And the warm, hazy glow of the runner lights adds a luxurious yet cozy ambiance. After one final check in the mirror, I'm ready to make an entrance that will leave a lasting impression. I'm so excited for this. Nervous as hell, too.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Kael's warm and silky baritone voice comes through the speakers, 'Attention, my lady, we are reaching your destination in five minutes.' he says with a sexy accent - I programmed him myself with personality algorithms and sex appeal, to help keep me company as well as entertained in the vast expanse of space.

I had put Kael on auto-pilot earlier, while I bathed and readied myself for the introductions. But I turn those off as I rush into my cockpit and push the flashing red alert button, then proceed to initiate the landing sequence. Noraji lifts her head from the seat of my always vacant co-pilot chair and chirps at me. I tell myself she's approving how I look and wishing me luck.

"Thank you, Nor." I smile and reach over patting her head, earning a happy trill before she puts her head back down and returns to her nap. Her feeders are filled and programmed to care for her while I'm away.

"Kael, please put yourself on secured standby once landing has completed, and alert me if there's any trouble while we're here," I tell my ship. "My cuff is synced so you'll have a direct connection to me in an emergency, but don't connect unless it's an emergency, clear?" It's not that common to find a ship that has such an integrated personality as mine does, so I always have some security in place when docked, just in case of looters.

"Clear, my lady. Good luck." Kael replies from my console.

I love my job. I love my life. Sailing among the stars, meeting new souls, and seeing new places, all while indulging in some of my deepest passions and fantasies. To be honest, being a freelance courtesan in a galaxy this big, with so many cultures, kinks, and fetishes... it's quite fulfilling and perfect for me. I've always had a strong connection to my sexual appetite, so this is a career I've known I wanted for a long time. I get to travel when and how I want, to live how I want, and to fulfill my role as an alluring courtesan in whatever manner I desire. It's truly perfect.

I've only been in my profession three years now, but already I've been gaining a bit of a positive reputation. Whereas other courtesans focused on the money this life offered as their main motivation and drive. My motivation and drive is the desire to become a true merchant of carnal pleasures. I dream of being the best in my field, renowned for my talent, skill, and dedication to my craft and my clients.

This job is an opportunity for me to not only survive but also thrive, allowing me to continue building my client list and establishing a strong reputation so that I can fully enjoy what I do. In the outer rim, where danger lurks around every corner, having a solid reputation can be a powerful form of protection - especially for Zeltrons like myself, who are often taken advantage of due to our accommodating nature.

This new client I'm on my way now to meet is a formidable and fearsome one, which made me instantly excited. To gain such a client as this, I will surely begin finding new protections by earning it with how well I care for him and cater to his needs.

The invite came through last week. A position that lasts seven days, living among the Hutts on Tatooine as a personal sex toy for the big man himself. Jabba the fucking Hutt; a.k.a. the big scary crime boss, who is known to sometimes invite skilled courtesans for a week of absolute indulgence - his slave girls can only do so much with his well-known deep well of carnal pleasures that puts even the Sarlacc pit to shame.

Kael lowers the ramp once the landing gear is locked in place, and I descend to the platform where Kael is now docked. Waiting nearby are two guards in armor, I can't tell what bipedal species or genders they are with their armor covering every inch of them, so I address them openly, for now. Manners and elegance are essential for enchanting a client into becoming a repeat customer, even when directed to others in the household. I take pride in my charming personality.

"It's a pleasure to be invited to his excellency's home, I'm Sylla Vox, Courtesan of the Outer Rim." I dip in greeting and one of the armored guards bows in return and waves their hand towards the entryway to the massive luxury compound where Jabba lives. "This way, my lady" the robotic voice comes through the mask of my greeter. I follow them to the throne room where Jabba is already waiting for me. As I step up to his large and intimidating form lounging on a platform in the center, I dip again and introduce myself.

Jabba is a known and very powerful crime boss, who preferred to be treated and thought of as royalty, so I honor that preference, "Your Excellency, I am Sylla Vox, here to serve as your personal courtesan for the next seven days. I hope to bring you much pleasure, Sir." His answering growl tells me everything I need to know: he is pleased with me thus far. Good.

I am a lady of lust, sin, and passion and I work with all types, all sizes, and all methods. Most would label me as Xenosexual, but I simply define myself as unhindered and purely passionate.

When I was dressing earlier, I had selected to wear one of my personal favorite outfits after reading his list of preferences and hoping it would impress him. It's a simple deep V-neck long dress with fully exposed sides. The only thing holding my dress to my curves is a loose chain belt; I read that Jabba likes chains too. My dress is fully see-through, with elegant stitching and embellishments. It left nothing to the imagination. I see his eyes scan my body in interest, and then he offers his hand out for me. I come forward elegantly, placing my tiny hand into his big, thick one.

"Tell me little one, has a Hutt ever feasted on this sweet and luscious body before?" Jabba asks me in his native tongue- one I speak fluently.

"I have not. You will be my first, my liege, but I am completely confident I have the right skills and talent to handle your needs and desires." I answer.

"I look forward to testing out how true that is." He replies.

He continues to hold my hand while his other reaches up and feels along my body, plumping my soft large breasts, and pinching my already engorged nipples,

"I will especially enjoy these morsels, look how much they grow hard when I touch them, mmm." He muses out loud.

"What are you most looking forward to when I fuck you, little one?" He asks, obviously desiring for me to be less formal and more sexual with him from the very beginning, which I am all too happy to fulfill for him.

The courtesan-client relationship is a careful and nurtured one, as well as a reciprocal one. I always select my clients carefully through a rigorous application process that includes reviewing their photos, medical history, and sexual preferences. This meticulous approach allows me to foster a profound connection with my clients, including Jabba, by ensuring our mutual attraction and compatibility. Every interaction I have with him needs to be genuine and intentional, driven by a deep-seated desire to understand and fulfill his desires, that is the only way I can attain my dream of truly earning the title of renowned courtesan.

By being authentic and attentive, I cultivate an intimate bond, one that enables us to explore the depths of our passion and connection without the burdens of obligation or coercion. Unlike traditional arrangements, where a sex slave might be bound to a client through ownership or duty, my approach is rooted in mutual respect and desire. Therefore, to prepare for our encounter, I thoroughly researched Jabba and his clan on Tatooine, recognizing that a thorough understanding of my client is essential to delivering exceptional experiences and building the client connection I'm hoping for.

"So many things, Sire." I begin to pet his body in return with my free hand, leaning in to seduce him with a more personal chat, "For one, your fingers and tail, and how they will feel sliding in and out of my needy little hole." I purr as I caress, "Your tongue and how wet you will make my already juicy cunt." I turn my back to him and lean against his chest, popping my tits up into the air for him to reach around and palm in each hand, "Mmmmmm," I moan, "But most of all, your filthy and powerful mind, I have learned how creative and hungry you are, and I can't wait to get first-hand experience, my Lord." I turn back around in his arms and kiss him.

"Dance for me." He commands.

I do as he says, twisting, undulating, and touching myself as I give him a lap dance. I don't care that we're not alone, I'm focused on Jabba and making this connection a good one. But not long into my dance of seduction, he calls for us to go to his bath chambers where there's a large bath pool surrounded by lounging platforms in and out of the water, perfect for him to host wet sex parties. Lucky me!

Like many species adjacent to slug-like creatures from Earth, Jabba requires regular visits to his bath house to keep himself hydrated. Especially living on a desert planet such as Tatooine. The filling of the pool is not water, but a water-based slime, something that matches his natural bodily secretions. Slime may sound gross but this stuff was fresh and clean feeling, even a bit erotic feeling and the scent was flowery and pleasant. The substance is full of nutrients which will make my skin seem like this week's gig was in a spa. I'm even more grateful now for all the benefits this particular job is awarding me.

Once I have removed my clothing and entered the pool, the slimy water fresh and warm, my body glistening with its thickness, my flesh tingles with arousal. The pool substance was thick enough that the more I moved in it, the more my body responded in arousal as if Jabba is never not experiencing sexual stimulation in every way he can, this slime seems to have a sensual element to it.

As I climb over Jabba, my body hums with anticipation, every nerve ending thrumming with desire. The slime that coats his skin sends shivers through me as it makes contact with my intimate area, its gentle caress akin to a soft tongue tracing the contours of my lower lips. A low moan escapes me as I straddle his massive tail, my arousal surging to new heights when my hips begin to wiggle back and forth against him.

I slide up to the curve of his belly, feeling my cunt swell with need. My hands find their way to his chest, and I begin to move in a slow, sensual rhythm, sliding up and down as I arch my back and pivot my hips. With each movement, I grind my clit against him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through me. I'm lost in the sensation, biting my lip as I give myself over to the moment.

My body becomes an instrument of seduction, moving in perfect harmony as I use every curve and contour to tease and tantalize Jabba. My hands move sensually over my tits, playing with myself for him to watch and feel. I'm fully aware of the show I'm putting on, and I revel in the knowledge that I'm driving him wild with desire, by the intensity of his eyes right now. Every movement is calculated to maximize our mutual pleasure, and I'm determined to push us both to new heights of ecstasy.

"Mmmm... How sensitive is your body, Sir? Can you feel my pussy as I slide up and down your thick body, rubbing this elixir into your pours by my greedy little clit?" I moan and purr into his ear, pushing my big tits into his face and teasing him with the sight and feel of my desire for him.

His eyes follow everything I do, so I make an effort to portray the intensity of my arousal and want for him, allowing him to see the unbridled passion he instills in me. My contract with Jabba was clear: I am here to fuck, please, worship, and satisfy my clients' every erotic desire while pushing the limits of traditional intimacy. And, unless formalities are particularly requested, I'm expected to jump right into my position from the time we meet, so I like that he cut right to the chase at the sound of my name back in the throne room.

"I feel everything, little one. Every fold, every drop of pussy juice you leak, everything. But I'd feel it even better if you slid that hot needy cunt on my tongue and rode my face. Let me acquaint myself with the flavor of your excitement for me." He commands in his growly raspy language.

I comply, wrapping both of my legs over his shoulders and pushing my pussy up into his face. His hands come up and support my ass cheeks, lending a bit more elevation so I'm at an angle that works for his tongue to fuck me without limitation. It's strong, fiercely so, and wild. I've felt so many different tongues in my rendezvous, but this tongue, this one is quickly becoming one of my favorites. Electricity flows in my veins with each pass his licks. He moans as he slides his tongue deep into my hole and lets me ride it, and I wonder if his tongue also doubles as his cock, I've never been with a Hutt before and am not that familiar with their physiology. I've heard theories and rumors, but I don't actually know. What kind of cock does he have? Where it is? His tongue seems the most wonderful possibility so far.

As I ride the waves of ecstasy, Jabba's massive tongue dances beneath me, its incredible flexibility and strength sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body. Time stands still as I'm lost in this ocean of delight, my body soaring on the tides of passion, my body jiggling and bouncing in unison and Jabba's enormous eyes drink in the sight of me. His gaze feasts on the wild abandon of my movements as I throw my head back and let out a primal howl. My breasts bounce with each movement, and I can sense his appreciation for my lush, curves - a trait that hasn't always been appreciated by clients on other planets, who often preferred more toned and refined beauty. But Jabba's desire for a fuller figure is clear, and I'm thrilled to be able to indulge his fantasies.

Just as I'm about to reach a climax, the door swings open, bringing in a diverse mix of individuals, their bodies a tribute to the galaxy's unlimited variety. Males, females, and others who defy categorization mingle and flirt, tease and play. Their allure is palpable as they shed their basic clothes and make their way to the lounging areas surrounding the bath, I watch with increasing arousal as they begin to fuck one another. Some of them fucking themselves while watching me straddle Jabba's face and riding out my first orgasm on the job.

His tongue plunges deeper into my core, sending shivers down my spine as I buck my hips and grind my clit against his nose.

"Yes! Unngh, yes! Oh my Lord, you fuck my cunny so good with that tongue. Mmmm."

The presence of an audience always pushes me over the edge, and I feel my excitement build as I'm watched by these beautiful strangers in the room with us. Jabba's primal grunts and growls only add to my frenzy, his slurping sounds mingling with my own cries of pleasure as he devours my juices when I finally surrender to orgasm, squirting all over his face in a glorious release.

He then helps me off his face, and I lean in, licking around his lips, along his chin, and then his tongue as he sticks it out, sucking him clean once I reach the tip.

"May I ask how I can please you most, Sire?" I ask, wanting so badly to return the sensations he just wrought out of me. An answering 'Ha, ha, ha' and then

"You are such a greedy little whore, little one, I like you." He answers, "I like watching you fall apart, go lay on that platform, and take whatever pleasure I command for you so I can watch as you are made to scream over and over for me."

Given Jabba's reputation, I anticipated that he would want to exercise control and orchestrate the scenes, rather than being a full participant. His true desire is power, and he likely wants to indulge in voyeuristic pleasures, watching others engage in intimate acts while he pulls the strings. I imagine that the majority of our seven-day encounter will involve him directing the action, choosing the players and the activities, and observing with great interest.

As I lay down on the warm platform near Jabba's bath, he gives a command, and two of his Twi'lek slave girls approach me. We engage in a sensual dance, rubbing our bodies together as we suckle each other's breasts. The slimy water from the bath adds to our arousal, and we flick our clits against each other, sliding our slicked-up tits together in a frenzy of pleasure.

However, this is just a prelude to the next scene, where Jabba orders his two favorite Gamoreans to spank me and penetrate my ass with various tools. I'm positioned on the ledge of the platform, my legs in the water and my ass exposed above it. The Gamoreans tie my wrists together and anchor them in front of me, ensuring that I'm helpless to resist. Jabba's sadistic tendencies are on full display, but I'm more than happy to indulge his desires, as I have a fondness for pain.