Ahsoka/Chuchi/Barriss

Barriss strolled through the senate building, mild irritation showing on her face. She was much angrier then she appeared, but the composure of a Jedi is well known to all. She walked up to Riyo Chuchi, former Senator of the Galactic Republic, currently visiting Coruscant for both business, and pleasure. Barriss, tapped Chuchi on the shoulder, and whispered in her ear.
“May I have a word with you, Senator Chuchi?”
“Of course, Mistress Jedi. Please excuse me everyone, I'll return shortly,” she bowed, and followed Barriss down a hall to an empty meeting room.
“Now, Mistress Jedi, what can I do for you?” Chuchi eyed Barriss warily, sensing irritation but not knowing what it could mean.
“I want you to stop seeing Ahsoka Tano,” Barriss said angrily. Chuchi was shocked by the forwardness for a moment.
“And who are you to tell me who I can and cannot see?” Chuchi retorted angrily, stamping her foot and flushing a darker blue around her face.
“I am Barriss Offee, and Ahsoka is mine.” Barriss moved her hand towards her lightsaber, anger flashing on her eyes.
“BARRISS!” came a shout from the hall, and the sound of someone running.
“Barriss, where are you?” Ahsoka sprinted past the door, and skidded to a halt realizing she'd just passed the person she was looking for.
“There you are Barriss. What are you doing to Chuchi?” Ahsoka asked, taking a haughty stance in the doorway.
“Oh, Ahsoka, I was just having a lovely chat with Senator Chuchi.”
“Really? Sure you weren't, I don't know, threatening her our of misplaced jealousy?” Ahsoka asked sarcastically.
Barriss looked down at the floor in shame and penance.
“I'm sorry, Ahsoka.” she murmured.
“I think I'll have to punish you for that. What do you think, Chuchi?” Ahsoka smiled mischievously at Chuchi, and Chuchi flushed a dark blue again.
“That sounds like a brilliant Ahsoka,” Chuchi replied, smiling broadly at Barriss.
“What? N-no! Come on, I'll go back to the temple, and you can spank me there Ahsoka!” Barriss held her hands up, backing away, her green cheeks flushed a startlingly bright red.
“But then how could Chuchi punish you?” Ahsoka teased, closing the door, and locking it from the inside.
She and Chuchi started moving towards Barriss, and Barriss relented.
“All right. What do you want me to do, Mistresses?” Barriss slumped to her knees before them, submissive and ready for her punishment.
Chuchi gave the first command; “Go stand in front of that table, and bend over on it. AFTER you take off your clothing of course.”
Barriss shook nervously as she slowly disrobed, each action revealing more luscious green skin, interspersed with Mirialan martial tattoos.
When she got down to her undergarments, Ahsoka held up a hand for her to stop.
“That's enough – for now. No reason to get too far ahead of ourselves. Now bend over.” Ahsoka grinned, biting her lower lip as she did so. Chuchi stared boldly at Barriss, looking up and down her body, admiring every inch of the warrior litheness of the young Jedi Knight.
Barriss lay her torso as flat to the table as she could, her tits pressing uncomfortably into her chest.
“Now Barriss, Chuchi here is going to give you a good spanking, and you're going to take it like a good girl, right?” Barriss nodded, and made a noise of agreement.
Chuchi walked up to Barriss, and crouched down in front her tight green ass, she planted one hand on each cheek, and started caressing them gently. She stopped, and stood up, winking at Ahsoka. She smacked Barriss's ass, gently at first, but getting harder with each swing, until a bright red hand print stood out on sharply among the green. She stopped, for moment, walking over to Ahsoka.
“Look at us Barriss,” Chuchi said teasingly. Barriss looked back at them, and Chuchi started kissing Ahsoka, softly at first, growing passionate and desperate as they continued, running her deft blue fingers all over Ahsoka's supple orange skin.
They kept kissing, deeply, all the while undressing, and caressing each other.
When they finished, they stood nude before Barriss, hands on each others breasts, not kissing any longer, but still joined by their tongues.
Chuchi sat on the table near Barriss, legs spread, facing Ahsoka. With one hand, she rubbed her body all over, with the other, she beckoned Ahsoka.
Ahsoka came over, and got down on her knees, placing one hand on each of Chuchi's thighs, meeting Barriss' eye for a moment before diving in. She started licking Chuchi's lovely blue lips, and Chuchi put her free hand on Ahsoka's head while the other continued its stimulation of her nipples. Chuchi gasped, her face flushed a deeper blue as Ahsoka sent her clever tongue exploring deep into Chuchi's cootchie.
Barriss, now too horny to sit on the sideline, climbed on the table fully, moved behind Chuchi, grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to lay flat on her back. Barriss put her head down, kissing Chuchi deeply, while she freed herself of the remaining undergarments.
They stopped kissing for a moment, and Chuchi smiled at Barriss.
“I knew you'd come around.” As a reply, Barriss smiled back at her, putting her thighs on either side of her head, before gently settling down on her beautiful blue face. Chuchi's hands moved to grab Barriss' ass, and pull her succulent green muff down onto her face, and Barriss gasped in surprise and pleasure, her face flushing bright red quickly. She brought one hand up to her mouth, and suckled on her finger gently, while with the other, she toyed with Chuchi's deep blue nipple.
Muffled moans of pleasure came from between Barriss' legs as Ahsoka started using one of her lightsabers as a makeshift dildo, using the other on herself, adding her sounds of pleasure to those coming from Barriss and Chuchi.
Chuchi began pushing at Barriss suddenly, and used her legs to push at Ahsoka. They reluctantly stopped, Barriss sitting up from her face, and Ahsoka removing her lightsaber from her vagina. She ran her tongue all over the hilt, lapping up all of Chuchi's delectable juices.
Chuchi licked her face where Barriss pleasure had left its mark, and then she spoke.
“Its uncomfortable on this table. Let's all move to the floor.” She sat up as she spoke, getting off of the table, her blue breasts jiggling with each movement. Barriss stared, enraptured for a moment, as Ahsoka rose to change her position too.
“I agree, but this time, Ahsoka goes down on me.” Chuchi and Ahsoka looked at each other and giggled before nodding.
“Get down on your hands and knees then.” Ahsoka gestured at the floor.
Barriss did as Ahsoka said, and kept her knees together, presenting herself to Ahsoka and Chuchi.
Chuchi walked around her and lay in front of Barriss, putting her slender legs around her shoulders, just as Ahsoka started toying with Barriss' vagina, rubbing her green goodness with two fingers. Ahsoka took her free hand and grabbed Barriss' ass, smacking it gently, and caressing it as she used her tongue to carefully run along the rim of the puckered asshole in front of her, it twitched reflexively from the unfamiliar contact, and Barriss made a soft 'oh' of surprise. Ahsoka smiled to herself, now moving to Barriss' clit, using her tongue to its fullest potential, slipping in and out of Barriss' moist hole, earning loud moans for her efforts. Still using her fingers to tease alongside her tongue, Ahsoka brought her other hand down to rub her own slick lips.
Chuchi whimpered in pleasure as Barriss' expert tongue probed deeper into her then even Ahsoka could, swirling around and around, coming out to lap up any extra juices, and then diving back in for more. Chuchi was panting heavily, one hand on each of her breasts, fingers idly toying with her nipples, eyes rolling back out of pleasure. She pressed her thighs together, squeezing Barriss' head between her thighs, moaning louder and louder as Barriss' efforts bring her closer and closer to orgasm, finally letting a high-pitched sigh as she came, squirting into Barriss' hungry mouth, her tongue lapping at the flow of fluids, trying desperately to get it all, making soft noises of pleasure thanks to Ahsoka's ministrations.
Chuchi unwrapped her legs from around Barriss' head, and rolled over onto her front. She got onto her hands and knees, and crawled over to Barriss, cupping her chin with her left hand, lifting her face to look her in the eye. Some juice still dribbled down her chin, and Chuchi's tongue darted out to lap it up. When it was all gone, she ran her tongue along Barriss' lips, sticking it into her mouth and kissing her deeply. She pulled away, and smiled wickedly.
“Ahsoka needs some of my attention now.” she said, starting to crawl back to where Ahsoka's slick pussy waited.
Barriss put her arms in front of her, leaning forward, just enough so that her nipples brushed the floor with each movement she made, adding to her pleasure. Ahsoka sat up straight, grabbing one of her lightsabers, and she started plunging it into Barriss' waiting cunt. Chuchi lay on her back, slipping herself in under Ahsoka, and started gently licking at the dripping orange muff that hadn't received much attention yet.
Barriss kept getting louder and louder as Ahsoka went faster and faster, twisting the hilt as she continually stabbed it into Barriss, over and over, until finally, in a gush of fluids, Barriss came. The sticky, warm juice, dribbled out around Ahsoka's lightsaber, down onto Chuchi's face.
Ahsoka stood up quickly, and went over to a closet at the corner of the room.
“What are you doing Ahsoka?” Barriss asked.
“I had a feeling we'd need these.” She emerged from the closet carrying two strap-on dildos. “You two are going to double team me.” She threw one to Barriss, and the other to Chuchi, who quickly put them on. The dildos were around the size of an average lightsaber hilt, and each one had a small switch down at the base. Barriss exchanged a glance with Chuchi, deciding in glances who got to be the bottom. Chuchi gave a small smile, and a nod.
Barriss got down on her back, waving for Ahsoka to come ride her instrument. Ahsoka slowly lowered herself onto the dildo, reaching down to flick the switch just as she hit the halfway point. It started vibrating, and Ahsoka's eyes glazed and started to cross as the revving intensified. She rode it up and down for a few minutes before throwing herself forward, kissing Barriss hard, hands fondling her perky green breasts as Barriss started thrusting into Ahsoka.
Now Chuchi walked over, toggling the switch on her device on the way. It started vibrating to rival Barriss', and Ahsoka grabbed each one of her orange buttcheeks and spread them, her puckered asshole waiting, begging to be penetrated. Chuchi spit in to her hand first, running it all over the vibrating dildo, and then she slowly started to ease into Ahsoka's tight asshole. Ahsoka wailed in pleasure and pain as her asshole gave way to Chuchi's gentle pushing, rising in volume until finally, it was all in. Ahsoka rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, biting her lower lip and making small noises of pleasure as each machine did its work. Chuchi grabbed Ahsoka's asscheeks, spreading them and slamming herself into Ahsoka again and again. Barriss squirmed underneath Ahsoka, thrusting as hard and fast as she could into her orange lover, desperate to make her cum like she had, with one hand between Ahsoka's legs, spreading her pussy apart as she rammed into it again and again.
Ahsoka started to slow down, panting heavily.
“Chuchi, stick it in my pussy now. I need both of you to get through this one.” As Chuchi eased in her dildo alongside Barriss', Ahsoka moaned softly. When she was in all the way, Ahsoka started moving back and forth, rocking rhythmically as her pussy juices flowed down around the dildos.
She threw herself forward, pressing her tits into Barriss' face, and Barriss happily motorboated them, nibbling on the erect orange nipples that flopped in her face.
Ahsoka pounded herself on the devices harder and harder, eyes closed, sweat running down her forehead as she gives herself over to the pleasure running through her body.
Finally, she cums, flowing out around the dildos in a gushing wave, she twitches with the pleasure, collapsing in exhaustion, panting heavily.
Chuchi pulls out of Ahsoka, taking off the strap-on, and Ahsoka pulls herself off of Barriss, rolling over onto her back, still panting. Barriss wiggled out of her strap-on, and rolled over to Ahsoka, resting her head on her chest, and cuddling up. Chuchi went to Ahsoka's other side, and nuzzled in to snuggle against Ahsoka's chest, and Ahsoka wrapped her arms around each of their shoulders as they all fell into a blissful sleep.