OASIS 66...a Motel for...Lovers?

[ariosto]

THE OASIS 66 MOTEL...The sign once glowed rosey pink in the chill night air of the desert. It was a mecca for weary tourists and truckers on the long haul from Needles to LA. Twenty four air conditioned rooms with color TV, King sized beds, an olympic pool and a Café with good homecooking. Now that was a place!...in 1957.

Today the sign is the same, though the, 'THE' stopped working years ago and the O sort of flutters on and off. The Twenty four rooms, shrunk to twelve when the place caught fire in 64, and now only three are in any way habitable. But they are air conditioned occasionaly and the TVs, (13 inch Emersons) are fairly dependable. The john in unit Three needs fixing, and only one bulb in Two is working. The beds are well broken in and all have had new matresses within the last 14 years. The pool has a skim of green water and beer cans in it. The Café hasn't served more than coffee and cheese crackers in a decade and a faded banner whips from the rusty pylon that supports the aged sign...Bikers Welcome HarleyFest 97. It was the last time anything noteworthy ever happned at the Oasis66, when Big Dick Brumbelow, head of the Barstow Hog Huggers shot Ed Feemy the night clerk in the neck.

This historic establishment is now owned and operated by Clarence 'Spike' Kelly and his Signifigant Other, Phoebe "Trixie" Twillever. It was their dream to get into the motel business as soon as their prison terms expired.



Here's the Rules!

There are three rooms...One, Two and Three (clever, huh)
Just leave twenty bucks at the front desk , pick an unoccupied and do your own thing.
The Office has a fine assortment of adult video's and clean towels. A Cicle K across the highway will answer your every (other) need.

Now the kicker is you only have 24 hours in REAL TIME before you must check out and be on your way.
You may move to another room if one is available and you got the dough, but the 'action' must cease and start again. No consecutive same room rentals to the same persons.

Thanks, The Management:

Spike Kelly...Ariosto
Trixie Twillever...Honey-B


This is kind of like the Apartment with cheap beer and tacos.

 

[SexyChele]

Shelly

Driving back from visiting relatives in Utah, I had left early in the morning - before daybreak - and was heading back home to Southern California. As I passed Needles, at breakfast time, I stopped in a greasy diner and had an omlet that was just not sitting well on my stomach. My eyes were getting tired, and my back was starting to get sore. It would be nice to just take a rest - maybe close my eyes for a couple of hours, before starting back.

But hell, this was the Mojave Desert - nothing but sagebrush, rocks, and jackrabbits for as far as the eye could see. Not even a freakin Starbucks to jar my senses awake with massive amounts of caffein.

Then, up in the distance, I saw it. At first I thought it was an old deserted building. Lots of them out here. It looked as though it might have been a fairly nice motel - in its heyday. And from the looks of the place, it looked as though in its "heyday" covered wagons were going through this place. Still, there was a "Vacancy" sign out, and a couple of old broken down cars. It was a place to get out of the sun and maybe catch a few winks.

I pulled off the road, and made my way into the driveway. I stopped my SUV in front of the office amidst a cloud of dust, and waited until it settled before I stepped out. The short denim skirt and tight tank top revealed every curve, and my long auburn hair was tied up in a pony tail. The sandals were not really practical footwear in the desert, but they looked pretty on my feet.

I walked into the office, the small air conditioning unit not quite making the place cool. A fan might have done better. I looked for a bell or something to let some one know I was there. I could hear a TV in the distance, so I knew some one was there.

"Uh, hello? Hellll-llloo?? Anybody here?"

That was stupid, obviously there was.

I jiggled my keys, then dropped them on the counter.

A littler louder, "Is anyone back there? I'd like to rent a room if possible...."

Just when I thought no one would answer, I heard a snort, and the sound of a recliner being pushed upright. I made out the figure of a man walking to the front desk, and I immediately started to regret my decision.

As he stepped up to the front desk, he glared at me. Hmm...just woke up, I'd bet.

"Excuse me, but I'd like to rent a room, please? I'll probably only need it for a couple of hours."

"We don't rent rooms for just a few hours, miss. We don't run that type of establishment here. You gotta take the room for a minimum of 24 hours."

I looked at him trying not to laugh. He was worried about hookers renting out rooms here? Here? In the middle of NOWHERE??? Just where were these whores supposed to come from?

"Fine, fine, whatever. How much?"

"20 bucks, in advance."

I fish a 20 out of my purse, and place it on the counter.

"You all got showers in the rooms, right?"

"Sure, we got showers."

He sounded put out, but oh, well. I could feel his eyes raking over my body, but decided to ignore it. He reached behind the counter and placed 2 towels on the counter in front of me.

"We've had a problem with folks stealing these."

I looked at him incrediously, but shrugged my shoulders and picked up the towels.

"I better show you to your room. The lock can be kind of tricky."

I regarded him with a bit of suspicision, but he seemed harmless enough. I followed him out to Room #1 - the fact not escaping me that was the very same room number that Janet Leigh occupied in "Psycho". Looking around the place, it reminded me a bit of the Bates Motel. I shook off the feeling and followed him into the room....

 

[ariosto]

"Nice ain't it."
Oh yes, from the mustard colored walls to the
matching purple and blue bedspread the place reeked class.

"Shower works?" she said dubiously.

"Yeah, you betcha."
Spike Kelly had the kind of wolfish features that always seemed to be leering at you whether they were or not. This time they were.
Maybe it was the cut of that skirt or the perfect globes that the halter did so little to hide but all of a sudden Spike was thinking bad thoughts.
Trixie was gone for the day, getting a manicure at
The Celestial Nail and Toe Palace in Barstowe. No telling when she'd be back either...

"Maybe I better take a look and make sure."
He brushed by, managing to graze her rump with his hand and winked.
"Never can tell..."

The shower was just fine except for the scorpion which he picked up and flushed down the toilet.

He emerged from the bathroom and tried to strike a Clint Eastwood pose in the doorway.

"Shower's Ok, runs Hot and FAST...just like me."
He grinned.
"How about a Corona Little Lady...it'll settle the dust."

She could not help noticing the startling bulge that had appeared in his faded levis. Of course his continuing to rub it might have had something to do with that.

 

[SexyChele]

We walked into the room, and I felt my body recoil somewhat at the decor. I glanced around cautiously, but decided since I was only going to be there a short time, it didn't really matter.

While the proprietor was checking out the shower, I sat down on the bed, groaning as I heard the mattress springs squeal and squeek. I took off my sandals, and began to rub my feet, stiff from being on the accelerator for so long.

As the owner came back into the room, it was difficult not to notice the bulge in his jeans. I glanced at the place his hand was rubbing, and then up to his face. He seemed to think I should be happy with what I saw.

Well, ok, maybe I was amused.

"A corona, huh? Yeah, that sounds good about now."

"I'll be right back, miss."

As he slipped out of the room, I walked over the air conditioning unit and played with it until I felt air cooler than what was in the room filtering through. Who knew how long it would last. Well, at least a beer or two might help me sleep a bit.

As I was bending over the A/C unit, the owner came back into the room.

"Well, now, if that isn't a sight to please these eyes!"

I turned my head around to see him sizing up my ass from behind. It was then I remembered the thong I was wearing and glad that I was wearin a denim skirt - not as easy to tell.

I walked back over to the bed and sat down as he handed me a cold bottle. Hmmm...at least the beer was cold, if nothing else!

"Well, I guess if we are going to have a beer together, we should at least introduce ourselves. My name is Shelly, and yours is -- ?"

"Spike Kelley. But just call me Spike."

I smile my acknowledgement and raise my bottle.

"Well, Spike, here's to the road weary traveller and inn keeper who gives them a restful reward!"

We clink bottles, and I take a long draught from the bottle -

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Vegas or Bust...

Gail and John Ledbetter had planned a long time for this vacation and were well on their way to Las Vegas when they got L... The 'L' word was never spoken aloud when her husband was behind the wheel. Of course John insisted that they were merely taking the scenic route and had even implied at one point that Gail was holding the map upside down. Gail let him have his illusions.

A neon sign flickered in the distance... OASIS 66 MOTEL *ASIS 66 MOTEL OASIS 66 MOTEL

"Looks like a motel up ahead, love. How 'bout we stay overnight and get a fresh start tomorrow?" John asked his wife as she rubbed her hand over his thigh. He placed his hand over hers, guiding it as he turned into the narrow parking lot.

Gail looked around. She couldn't help wondering if the place was even open, but there was a dim light shining through a crack in the curtains of the room with a 1 on the door and another from within the depths of what appeared to be the office. She grinned at her husband, "Well, I'm game if you are, John. But if I start hearing banjo music, we are out of here."

John chuckled. "That would be Georgia, honey. You wait here while I go get a room."

It wasn't long before he came back out to the car waving a key in front of her. He opened the car door saying, "Hello, Gail. Your mummy couldn't make it this afternoon. She asked me to pick you up and take you home. My that's a pretty dress... "

How could she resist? Gail stepped out of the car and walked with her husband to their room.

 

[horacethe3rd]

twilight comes

Closing and locking the door John put behind him the strange encounter he had with the guy working the desk and the overwhelming stench of beer which had been replaced by the musty smell in the room mixing with Gail’s perfume which engulfed him.
Gail sashayed across the room the hem of her skirt brushing against her calves as she walked towards the bed. John watched her sit on the bed and bounce up and down on it before giving him an approving smile. "This works ok."
John drew the curtains, then flicked at the light switch, which failed to have any effect, "No lights lover never mind I don’t think I will be needing your map reading skills tonight" as he arched an eyebrow.
"Try the bathroom" she offered

The harsh light in the bathroom was a jolt to John who had become comfortably settled in the twilight and decay of their roadside rendezvous. Checking himself in the mirror Gail called out plaintively from the other room,
"John will you please do something about that light?"

Gail had laid herself out on the bed, just when she had found a seductive pose that would not mean being punctured by a bedspring poking through the mattress. She had to sit up to undo the ankle straps on her shoes and slip them off. Just as she did that John stepped out of the bathroom half closing the door behind him. Making a playfully shocked face she began to undo the buttons on the front of her dress.

John watched her reveal the lace fringing on her bra and watched as she slowly hitched her dress up above her hips lying back and waiting for him.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Gail

Gail laid back, pulling her dress up as John walked over, standing between her legs. Her hands moved over the lacy covering on her breasts, her nipples firmly pressing through the thin material. "Mmmm... " she murmurs as a hand slips down across her belly over the thin white lace of her panties.

Gail's fingers play over her mons, moving lower, tracing the cleft between her puffy outer lips. John watches her intently as he begins to unbuckle his belt, pulling it through the loops on his jeans. The well worn leather runs through his hands as he coils it up like a snake.

"John... " she whispers breathily, running her tongue over her parched lips. Her hands still as her eyes focus on the growing bulge in his jeans. He glances down at her, indicating that she should continue. Gail nods. Pushing aside the lace that is covering her silken forest, she uses both of her hands to part her nether lips. He continues to watch, revelling at the glistening evidence of her passion.

He traces a finger over her mouth, slipping it between her lips. Her tongue swirls around it, circling as she sucks at it lovingly. She arches up as her own finger enters the musky wetness within her labia, another slowly circling around her swollen and distended clitoris.

John slowly begins to unfasten the buttons on his fly, freeing his rigid manhood as he steps out of his pants and lays down on the bed beside her. She turns her eyes to him as he slowly strokes himself in rhythm with the movements of her own fingers. "Gods, John. I ache for you so... " Still quiet, he lowers his mouth to his wife's breast, taking the hardened nipple and the material between into his mouth.

 

[ariosto]

room 1

"Beds are comfortable."
She tore her eyes away from the desultry traffic on the highway and straed at Spike with a new interest bred from three bottles of Corona and a frustrated libido.
In a roughcut way, he wasn't to bad.

"I said the bed's comfortable. I made it up myself"

Shelly rose unsteadily and walked over to survey the slighly swaybacked King Size.
Her long tan thigh was brushing Spikes arm right where the dagger bladed 'Death Before Dishonor' had been tatooed twenty years ago.

"Your a first class bed maker."
She said.
Maybe it was her tone of voice, but Spike knew a 'come on' when he heard it.
Without a second thought, his hand was sliding up her sleek thigh and snapping the elastic waistband of her itty bitty thong.

"Let's try it out."
He offered brightly.

She collapsed into the bed with Spike more or less on top of her, his hands hiking her denim skirt right up to her waist.
Her shapely legs were spread wide and her pert round fanny rose up before him like a sweet honey bun.
He pulled the narrow thong to one side, revealing as pretty a pussy as he'd ever seen.
He couldn't resist leaning down and giving it a long deep taste.

 

[SexyChele]

The heat, the beers, the man before me, all suddenly came together as we collapsed onto the bed. His hands were suddenly all over me, hiking my skirt up to my waist and pulling my thong away from my pussy.

Instinctively, I spread my thighs, allowing him full access. As his head dips down, I feel him take the first licks at my pussy, and I reach my hands down to his hair, pressing him firmly against me.

I reach down, feeling for his waistband of his jeans. He turns towards me, allowing me to reach his belt, which I quickly unbuckle. The waistband of his jeans are quickly undone, followed by the zipper.

Suddenly his cock is freed, and I'm amazed at the sheer size of it! Not overly long, but incredibly thick - my fingers can't even circle it. Tracing it with my fingers, I wonder how this will ever fit inside of me. Moving lower, I begin to lick his cock from the base to the head, all along the shaft, my hand trying to stroke him. Finally, I reach the top, and close my lips around the head, and begin to tease him with my tongue.

As I lick the head, sucking as I start to shift downwards, I feel his tongue intensifying its movements. I sank my mouth lower, and started sucking his cock harder, as his fingers spread my pussy wide and his tongue seemingly devoured me.

Lifting my head off of his cock, I reach down to his balls. Licking and sucking them, I hear him cry out, and his hips start to pound into my face.

"Oh, babe, I want to feel this thick tool in my pussy right NOW! Oh please!"

I felt his mouth leave my pussy, and when I opened my eyes, I could only see him grinning at me.

 

[ariosto]

They were oblivious to the eighteen wheelers racing east with California produce in their icey boxes.
Shelly's box was anything but icey as Spike took a good look between her tawny thighs. She was wet with her own juices and the moisture from his mouth. Her clit shone like a pink beacon above the pouting lips of her pussy.
He kneeled at the foot of the bed, backlit by the bright desert sun. She couldn't see, but she could feel the thick head of Spike's cock, pushing into her. She felt her self stretching...filling with him!
For Spike, the site of his huge rod piercing and entering her body....disapearing an inch at a time was a turnon better than any tripl x he'd ever seen.

"Oh GOD!....."
Shelly raised her ass off the bed to make his penetration easier. He grabbed her hips in his hands , and jerked her up, ramming himself in at the same time!
"ohgooddddohgoooodoh.............."
Her lips moved but nothing came out.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Sam

I yawned as he flicked the overdrive switch into 12th gear and made the turbos whistle into the heat of the desert night. "No way in hell am I goin' to hit Pheonix by tommorrow morning, this mornig," I corrected himself with a glance at the clock on the cheap factory stereo in the dash of this piece of junk Kenworth I had been forced into driving. I was cursing that idiot dispatcher from Colorado, T.J., who had been smug enough to tell him earlier in the day when he called from 'Frisco, "...yeah, but it is only about four or five inches on my map, Sam. Rock and Roll brother!" He had then hung up on me before I could point out the error of his judgement in distance on paper as opposed to planet earth. I pounded the well worn steering wheel's leather with my fist as I looked at the speedometer, "89", "That is all you got?!?" I asked the KW, it responded by immiediately turning on the fan for the engine.

Wiping the sweat from my forehead, yes the AC was out, of course. Send you to Montana in the January, no heat; heading to Pheonix in July, no AC. SNAFU! I was already having trouble focusing on the silly litte faded lines on the highway. Shaking my head and turning up the stereo had both maxxed out a couple of hours ago and my throat was too dry to sing along anymore. That is when it hit.

""Break One Nine, Break One nine, Little Word and D O T at the Topock P of E" Well that tears it. I have to stop before hitting that scale and "get my logs up to date." I radioed back to whoever had sent that warning to the darkness behind them and turned off the CB. Then I saw it the flickering light of the last hurah. ASIS 66, I flicked the jakes to full and started runin' back down through the gears as I slowed enough to pull of the road, but not enough to not send a cloud of dust flying in my wake. I swung the rig around back of the place and set the brakes with a phssssssss!!!!!!!!

I staggered on my asleep right foot that had been holding the accelerator on the floor ever since I pulled out of the Bay and hopped more or less into the lobby. I rang the bell. I waited. I rang the feeble thing again and added a knock on the counter with a meaty hand, "Hello?" I asked to the darkness from behind the counter. I heard someone moviig in the back, I just then realized that I had forgotten even my T-shirt, long discarded in the heat of the late afternoon. "Oh, well," I aloud said to myself "this place is not exactly the ritz anyhow." As I waited to check in.

 

[ariosto]

Office...

A somewhat muffeled male voice drifted in from somewhere.

"Lay a twenty on the counter...you got room three, but don't use the john yet! I'll fix it in an hour or so."



OOC...All three rooms at the Oasis are currently being used.

 

[Honey_B]

Trix

Rumpled strawberry curls fell into my eyes as I squinted into the blinding sunlight of the lobby.

Ears as acute as a bat, I picked up that slander against my establishment, "This place is not exactly the Ritz anyhow."

"Yeah, and Spike isn't exactly Mohamed Al Fayed either."

I wrapped the white terry robe around my nakedness just as I stepped out from the shadows and faced my detractor.

I blew the bangs out of my eyes and took a long drink of the hunk of man in my lobby.

"Well, now. You don't have to audition for a room," I said leaning across the counter and trailing a pink fingernail down the man's glistening chest. "Although, if you did, you'd win first prize, sweets."

I couldn't help but notice he was taking advantage of my revealed cleavage. I looked down at the most spectacular breasts this side of the stateline and smiled wickedly back up at him.

"You give me a name and I'll give you a room."

"The name's Sam," A voice like warm butter that made my sleepy blue eyes open wide.

"Well hello, Sam. My name is Phoebe Twillever, but everyone calls me Trixie. I am the proprietress of this establishment." Somehow, I managed to make proprietress sound like an notorius profession.

"Looks like we've - I mean, you've got #3. That'll be twenty dollars."

He placed a crisp twenty on the counter which I slid into the pocket of my robe. I grabbed number three's key and said, "C'mon, I'll show you to your room."

I walked out from behind the counter, proud as a peacock with my bedroom hair and eyes, Spike's white socks scrunched on my feet, and not another stitch on except the white terry cloth robe wrapped around my body. I grabbed a couple of towels on the way out and sashayed into the afternoon sunlight.

"Number three..... Here we are," I said as I unlocked the door and stood aside.

 

[horacethe3rd]

Shifting sands

The earth's surface is broken into seven large and many small moving plates. These plates, each about 50 miles thick, move relative to one another an average of a few inches a year.

 

[SexyChele]

Shelly

Lifting my hips off of the bed, his cock ramming hard into me, I could only concentrate on the feeling of being filled by him. Effectively pinned beneath him, I tossed my head back and forth as I locked my ankles behind his back, pulling him into me.

His lips sought out and found my hardened nipples. Flicking and sucking, teasing me until I could not take any more.

"Bite them! YES! NOW!"

I felt his teeth clamp down on the tender flesh, sending jolts of pleasant pain coursing through my body. Pathing it s way down my body, my clit began to respond and my body was thrown over the edge of pleasure. My body tensed, then suddenly released with spasm after spasm of pleasure - cresting and then falling, as waves passed over me. My cries must have been heard all the way into the other rooms, and I didn't care.

Spike kept his teeth clamped onto my nipple, as my hands held his head firmly there. His hands under my ass, pulling me to him, pounding me with his thick hot meat, and I knew he was about to spray my pussy with his hot sweet cream. I moved my hips under him, whispering into his ear.

"Cum for me, Spike. Let it go and let me feel you cum!"

 

[horacethe3rd]

intruding upon the room

John’s ardour began to rise as he moved closer to Gail; he girded himself against succumbing, resisting the temptation to immediately speed towards the long anticipated congress.
Since the last fuel stop John’s mind had been dreaming of many different tableau’s for the scene he was playing now. His desire had been fuelled by how she had seemed with him on the drive, brighter and closer to him then she had been for an age no longer the cadaver he had had to live with over the last 3 months. She seemed willing or maybe more importantly able to live up to all the words she had uttered, of forgiveness and new starts. Once more like the girl he had first met strong, confident and mysterious before the faults and cracks within each of them that would begin to imperceptibly push them apart like Teutonic plates.

Feeling her thigh aching against his and her sigh upon his face, delicious thoughts of futures together flashed through his mind that had been long dulled by his lies. Taking her desire as a lead John thoughts reached for that belt curled tightly on the nightstand. Looking deep into her he motioned his head to where her hands were now still, a flicker across her eyes and a long moan preceded the resumption of her hips grinding against her hands and the mattress.

Drawing closer to her lips again John lavishly ran his lips over hers as he drew away. Her head reached up to his trying to draw him closer to satisfy her rapture that was building within. Both of their eyes burned like furnaces fuelled by the passion and craving of their time spent on different emotional continents he began to joyously lose his inhibitions with her again in that sea of wantonness. He drew the tip of the brown leather belt across his lips; her mouth pursed open needing the succour it might bring. Playfully he ran it across her bottom lip before the edging the tip down her supine neck across her beating heart.

Gail ached for him to end her torture that her body had endured but also that her mind had withstood through the silent nights and muffled tears.
She was tired of being a child in the game of love, of feeling like she was continually having to check the dictionary for the meaning of words and getting an answer she did not understand forcing her to research even deeper and raising even more questions. She wanted him once more to be like a summer ray upon a patch of winter snow. Here he was melting her into the walls that had seen so many other lovers and so many other passionate embraces. Outside was outside. Here was where she wanted to be she had only ever wanted to be here with John. Her body as if wanting to prove this point to her head reacted as John touched her with the tip of the belt against her inner thigh, her legs betrayed her as they slowly moved wider.
"Did she let you do this?" she asked in a hushed voice containing no bitterness.

Much like a magician pulling rabbits out of hats she had magically dived into the haystack and pulled out the needle that punctured the dream once more. John threw the belt against the wall; the sound of the metal buckle hitting the wall was deadened lost amidst the hissing of a fire doused by her words.

The light bulb in the bathroom crackled with static as a moth flew around it. Voices drifted in from the adjacent room like spectres of happier times that Gail and John had shared.

... OASIS 66 MOTEL *ASIS 66 MOTEL OASIS 66 MOTEL flickered the sign

 

[ariosto]

Spike felt like he was fucking a wild mustang, a wild mustang with a pussy like vise grips...

He was lifting her off the bed with every stroke, driving her towards the head board six inches at
a time. When she came and he felt the hot flood of her passion wash over his thrusting ramrod, He lost control. His pelvis went into overdrive and his hands started squeezing her glorious tits up into his mouth, where his teeth were waiting to ravage them.
As he reached the apocalyptic moment himself, the bed unable to take the strain another second, crashed to the floor in a cloud of dust.
The sudden drop to an unyielding object, hurled Spike against Shelly with enough force to nearly drive him straight through her.
He came and he came and he came...

"Damn," he said, rising from the ruins.
"Guess I'll have to get Trixie over here to fix the bed now."
He stood up tall against the desert light and scratched his head.

"Wonder if she's back yet."

 

[ariosto]

OOC...I beleive room one is now available.
Thank you Chele, I needed that.

 

[SexyChele]

Shelly

Scrambling off of the falllen bed, I rub my backside, muttering to myself. I look at Spike, scratching his head, his penis already returning to its normal state.

Pulling down my skirt and adjusting my top, I know now I will be able to complete the drive home - no problem.

Standing next to Spike, I heft my purse onto my shoulder, and look down at the bed.

"Thanks, Spike, that was a well-needed break! I hope you, uh, find some one to fix your broken bed - before the next guests arrive!"

Laughing to myself, I walk out of the room and over to my SUV. Firing up the engine, I roll back out to the highway, heading west and home ~

 

[Swashbuckler]

SAM

I was fairly surprised, I hadn't seen such a welcome sight in the two weeks of running. That strawberry blonde hottie with her terrycloth robe, somehow in the middle of the night it seemed more tatalizing than anything I had been hoping to see on the stage at The Jungle Club when I pulled into Pheonix. Besides, I would not be winning, "...first prize" there. I didn't even remember to ask for a reciept to throw in T.J.'s face. This stay after all was going to be on him.

I followed her slowly as she swept out from behind the counter towards room three, I could not take my eyes off of her sweet little ass. The sight of her breasts had started driving me crazy but folowing that bouncing little butt had drained all the blood from my head to the uncomfortably hard swell in my work stained shorts. When she stopped at the door to unlock it I was so caught up watching her little ass and did not think to stop walking in time. As she opened the squeaky door and turned slightly aside to say, "...here we are." I clumsily plowed into her gently. "Oh damn, I'm sorry, ...Trixie, it is Trix..uhie, isn't it?" I fumbled over the words as I stood close to her noticing that the terrycloth robe had been dislodged slighty from her left shoulder. I couldn't help but stare dumbfounded at her revealed nipple, hardened from the rub of terry cloth, or from the "you win first prize."

I tried to speak but all I could do was lick my parched lips as I couldn't take my eyes off her revealed flesh, hungerily.

 

[Honey_B]

Trix

Sam's look does things to my body and I'm slow to cover up my breast. Just as I'm noticing the sensual shape of his mouth, I realize how thirsty he looks.

"Sangria!" I say as I snap my fingers.

In two shakes, I've returned with a pitcher of my famous concoction and two jelly jars.

"Especialidad de la casa! Would you like a glass?"

"Love some!"

I pour two jars and hand Sam one.

"To the Ritz," he says, raising his jar and takes several dangerously large swallows.

"To winning first prize," I say and take a dainty sip before setting down my glass and stepping into his space. My breasts nudge the hand that's holding the jar. I look up at Sam, into his big, beautiful eyes, and smile.

The scent of red wine and brandy kissed with citrus perfumes the meeting of our lips.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Sam

Sitting on the edge of the squeaky mattress and taking the first taste of both that wonderful concoction, the liquid of life; and the lips of the robe draped highway goddess' lips. My head swam I was instantly awake, either that or I was having a dream behind the wheel. Whichever it was, I had to go for it.

I swiftly set my drink down, thirsting for something sweeter, and wrapped Trixie into my arms gripping her close as I kissed her deeply. Her strawberry curls fell about both our faces as I pressed in, tongues exchanging one another's mouths. Her terry cloth covering falling from both shoulders loosely as we embrace, forcing the smooth flesh of her exposed teats to grind against my grimy chest. I feel her nipples swell against mine.

The bed gives a springy squeak as we collapse upon it. I break our kiss, rolling Trixie onto her back near the foot of the bed. I begin giving her tiny kisses down from he lips, across the sweep of her neck that she arches to my mouth with a purr. Sliding further down across her chest, stopping to suck at those portruding nipples with long hard tugs on each. I feel her fingers entangle in my hair as I suck urging me on.

I begin a new assault as I roll her nipple with my tongue and leave it behind begging for more as I slip further down. Stopping at her belly button to lick and kiss wetly, before moving on. Sensing my destination Trixie raises her thighs spreading them to my advancing kisses. Kneeling before her, at the foot of the squeaking bed I circle my arms around the underside of her thighs, pulling them into my shoulders as I kiss her inner thigh flesh, right leg, left leg and so on slowly circling in towards her downey core lips.

Her fingers writhe in my sweaty hair like hungery rattlers from the desert pulling me in. Another more desperate moan of need escapes her lips. I inhale deeply, savoring the scent of her desire. Then in a smooth swift motion, grasping her by the hips with my hands I lift her lower body off the mattress and towards my waiting mouth. I crush myself against her labias, hard, holding her there as I flick my tongue left to right across her hungery opening. Then I begin to suck hard on her engorged little pea of feminine nerves. Her body responds violently to the new assault on her senses, and bathes my sweat streaked face in her wetness. Holding her there I stick my tongue into the silky folds of her slit, gliding fast past her swollen lips. Her hair grinding against my lips roughly. She gaps loudly and pounds a small fist on the mat as my tongue probes her sex enthusiastically.

 

[Honey_B]

Trix

I try to lay quietly while Sam works his tongue into my pussy and licks the heated flesh of my lower lips. His tongue runs the length of my slit and I grab huge handfuls of tacky bedspread in desperation. The man knows how to make a woman writhe. Without warning, he lashes his tongue across my tender little bead.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

The holler echoes through the motel. Damn! Spike will have heard that one.

Tossing my significant other from my consciousness, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as Sam sucks my clit into his mouth. The rhythm he gives his ministrations sets my mind on fire. I thrust my pelvis forward trying to grind myself into his mouth.

He keeps his avid lips pressed to my slit while he works three fingers between my eager lips. I gasp as he plunges them into my glistening cunt. In a sharp moment of blinding intensity, I feel the delicious pressure release into a thrilling ecstasy of sensation. The orgasm rips through my body and I scream again, putting the previous noise to shame. I let wave after wave wash over me. Sam's mouth goes from eating me alive to sweet gentleness and then he is by my side, kissing me. I lick my juices from his lips and his tongue with relish.

I smell his scent on my body, sweat and musk. The feel of his erection against my thigh makes me want him in my mouth. I wriggle to the end of the bed and remove his boots and socks. His pants come off next and then I just feast my eyes on the man. My eyes are naturally drawn to his delicious cock, long and thick, making my mouth water. I love a man who gets off on pleasing a woman and I can see how aroused Sam is.

I lick my lips as I bend low to take Sam's cock into my hand. I eagerly slide my tongue slowly up and down its length. I am gratified as Sam gives a little sigh and his prick jumps in my hand. Leaning a little lower, I suck on his balls, first one and then the other, drawing them into my mouth. When I return to his pulsing cock, I run my fingernails lightly over the sensitive skin of his sack. Plunging my mouth over the length of his cock, I take in as much of him as I can. My cheeks hollow as I suck him until utters a deep moan. Slowly I ease my mouth off his delicious piece of meat, caressing him all the way.

With a raunchy smile, I say, "Don't you think I didn't notice you watching my ass, earlier? Why don't you take me from behind, lover."

I climb on to my hands and knees and I wiggle the rounded curves of my ass. Reaching around, I open my pussy to him and toss my hair as I glance over my shoulder. I've got an invitation written all over my face.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Sam

Needing no further invitation, feet planted firmly on the floor at the foot of the bed I poition myself at her enterance and in one poweful thrust I plunge deep into her, gripping her hips with my hands for more power to my strokes. Mad with lust I slam her in and out at breakneck speed. She is screaming incoherently as I plow her fields. The bed squeaks loud and shakes impossibly hard under her weight and my attack of her sweet delctable pussy.

Harder and faster, I pump away with wild abandon. Her asscheeks richocheting off of my pelvis as I thrust into her pulling her back against me, hard with my arms as my penis pistons her interior walls. Her sweet breasts bounce in time to the slap of my balls on her ass. She is gasping and screaming into the springy bed at the same time.

My vision blurs and I below, "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!!" as I fill her with thick hot spurt after spurt of my semen.

As my passion subsides I hold her there impaled on my still hard cock as my body shakes in after math, "Thanks, I really needed that," I say stupidly and hoarsely, still gripping her hips.

 

[ariosto]

Watching the last car pull away, Spike gave Trixie a big old kiss and hugged her madly.

"Ain't this the life Babe!"

Trixie hit the switch under the counter and the glowing blue neon
of the,

VACANCIES !

sign came on.



OOC..I beleive all rooms are vacant now...better change those sheets.