I had Star Wars Sex With Darth Vader on May the Fourth!

I had Star Wars Sex With Darth Vader on May the Fourth!

Two days ago, on May the Fourth, Carmen was binge-watching the original Star Wars when something strange happened. Just as she’d started fantasizing about Star Wars sex, the screen flickered, and a blinding flash of light engulfed her living room.

One moment she was sipping wine, and the next, she was somewhere else entirely. The air smelled metallic, and the ground beneath her feet was cold and hard. When she looked down, her heart skipped a beat. She was clad in a skimpy metal bikini that hugged her curves. Her big tits were barely contained by the shiny brass cups, and the matching bottoms left little to the imagination.

She realized that she was wearing the famous Princess Leia metal bikini and began to wonder if her Star Wars sex fantasies were playing tricks on her mind.

Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings. She was in a dimly lit cell, the walls made of rough stone. Outside the bars, two storm troopers stood guard, their helmets obscuring their faces. She coughed.

“Excuse me,” she said, wondering what the guards looked like. She hoped they were hot enough to make her Star Wars sex dreams come true.

After exchanging a glance, one of the stormtroopers stepped into the cell, grabbing her and forcing her to move along. “You’re to be taken to Lord Vader.”

At his name, her heart skipped a beat. Wait, what? She was being taken to the Darth Vader?

Surprisingly, she found herself getting moist. There was something so dark and cold about him that she had to admit she didn’t mind picturing having Star Wars sex with him.

Finally, they reached a massive iron door. At the far end, seated on a throne carved from black stone, was Darth Vader. His presence was commanding and he was tall, broad-shouldered. Yes, definitely worthy of some Star Wars sex.

He rose from his throne, his movements powerful with his imposing stature. “Ah, the prisoner,” he said, circling her like a predator. His gaze lingered on her body, taking in every curve, and her big beautiful tits barely covered by her metal bikini. Carmen felt a heat rise within her, a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal.

“What do you want from me?” she demanded, trying to sound braver than she felt. That, and she hoped it wasn’t evident she was horny for some kinky Star Wars sex.

Darth Vader stopped in front of her, his menacing mask inches from her face. “Everything,” he whispered.

Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers, and Carmen felt her breath hitch. His touch was electric, sending sparks of desire through her veins.

Carmen’s nipples hardened against the cold metal of the bikini, and a warmth pooled between her thighs.

Darth Vader’s hand slid down her arm, tracing the curve of her waist before resting on her hip. “Do you know what happens to those who defy me?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. Carmen shook her head, unable to speak. “They suffer,” he said simply. So was Star Wars sex not on the menu, then? She must’ve looked disappointed, for he spoke up again in his somber voice.

“But for you… I think I’ll make an exception.” Then suddenly, his armor was gone, and the handsome but dark Anakin Skywalker stood in front of her. His fingers tightened on her hips.

Carmen felt his erection press against her stomach, thick and insistent.

Then he tilted her head back, her lips parting slightly as his mouth descended toward hers. But his kiss was rough, demanding, and Carmen found herself responding, her hands tangling in his hair. He tasted of power and darkness, and she couldn’t get enough. His tongue thrust into her mouth, and Carmen moaned softly, her resistance crumbling into her Star Wars sex dreams.

Just then, Anakin Skywalker broke the kiss. “On your knees,” he commanded. Thus she sank to her knees, her heart racing as she looked up at him. Consequently, he smirked, unbuckling his belt. “You’re going to worship me,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation.

“I will be your gagging deepthroat BJ queen, my Lord,” she responded. It was finally time for her Star Wars sex fantasies to come true!

No sooner had his pants fallen to the floor than Carmen gasped. After all he was massive, his cock thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum. He pushed her head down, and Carmen opened her mouth. Then she began to moan at the taste of him, salty and musky, as he thrust forward, filling her mouth.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice strained. “Take it all.”

His breath came in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he neared the edge. “Stop,” he commanded abruptly, pulling her head back. Carmen whimpered in protest. They hadn’t made it to the Star Wars sex part yet!

“Please,” she then whispered, her voice hoarse. “I need…”

“Need what?” he taunted, his finger circling her clit. “Tell me what you need.”

Then Carmen bit her lip, her cheeks flaming. “I need you to fuck me,” she admitted. However, he chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound. “Such a filthy little prisoner,” he then murmured, his breath hot against her neck.

So he positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her pussy and she cried out, her nails scraping the wall as he began to move, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, and she felt her orgasm building, inevitable and all-consuming.

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