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

[caspai]

Deepening the kiss, I feel Trixies silken tongue fencing with mine. The sensations running down my spine are delightful. I lift my hand to her head, feeling her hair running through my hands. I raise my hand to her breast, testing its weight before closing my fingers over her nipple.

Umm...So glad to have caught your interest.

Reaching behind her, I pick up a length of silk rope, crimson in color, and run the slightly freyed end of it up her back, watching as her flesh raises in goose bumps in reaction.

I just love the feel of quality silk, don't you?

Pulling the rope over her shoulder, I gaze deeply into her eyes, watching the reaction as the rope glids over her skin. I move my hand from her breast to hold the hand in which she held the knife.

My friend knows my likes well.

Bringing her hand and the knife up to my mouth, I first kiss her fingers where they hold the knife, and then slide my tongue along the handle of the knife.

Just how much of an adventure are you interested in, Trixie?

 

[ariosto]

Spike just stands in the parking lot staring at the shuttered window of Room one.
Trix has just stuck her pretty head out the door...flushed and sweaty for some reason (!) and informed him that she and the gorgeous stranger will need it yet another night.

No damn way to run a business he thinks as he lights up the No Vacancy sign. Then he remembers
the two airline stews in room three and wonders if they'd like their shower fixed...again.

 

[Honey_B]

"I'll settle for nothing less than everything you have to give me. The exploration of a woman. Giving control over to an equal. Finding the edge of danger."

With the last words, Trixie slowly stroked the blade of the knife across Caspai's cheek. She reached for the rope, coiling the lengths firmly into her hand.

"Your right about silk, hon. Strong. Supple. So much like a woman. Let me have those. Caspai, I'd like you to get up on the bed and lay back. Lie back onto the pillows and place your arms above your head. Let me look at you. Let me adore this body."

Trixie switched the rope to the hand that held the knife. She reached out and ran the side of her hand over Caspai's collarbone, letting the fingertip brush against her throat and then downward, letting her hand trail between the woman's breasts.

"Yes, lie back for me."

Her voice was a husky caress of its own.

 

[Guest]

Hearing her words, a shiver goes through me. She asks me to lie back for her. Then she demands that I lie back. I look into her eyes and see the beginning of a spark. The blade on my skin causes more shivers through me. Delicious shivers. I lean forward and give her a deep and lingering kiss before I do as I have been asked, and lie back, my arms stretched above my head.

There is nothing in the world like the feel of strong rope biting into your skin. Please make sure that it is tight.

I feel the rope sliding over my body. The sensation is almost that of a creature with a pulse of its own. The silky texture glides and slides almost of its own accord. I listen, and hear the sound of it rubbing against my skin. Inhaling deeply, I can smell the scent of the rope. It smells just faintly of the perfume Honey always wears. It is almost like having that dear woman here with me in this. Closing my eyes, I lose myself in the sensations engulfing me as the ropes are securely tied around my wrists. I feel her hands caressing down my body as she moves to my ankles. She shifts them so that my legs are spread apart before securing them as well. I try to move my feet and find that I am unable to do so. Opening my eyes, I smile up at her as the waves of soft energy begin to overwhelm me.

Now I am truely yours to do with as you will. I could scream, but you know that I won't. Not unless I am unable to stop myself. Would you care to test my self control now?

 

[caspai]

Uggghhh

The last post was from Caspai to Trixie. Sorry folks.

 

[Honey_B]

Trixie laughed. A sweet, honeyed sound with only a hint of the underlying steel.

"I'd love to test your limits, sugar."

Without warning, she flipped the knife in the air with an almost invisible snap of her wrist. The blade spun in the air and then fell, straight down. Trixie caught it less than an inch from Caspai's throat.

She watched as the woman's breathing increased, her chest rising and falling more rapidly, her skin flushing.

"Ah, the power of fear. The rush of adrenaline. Fight or flight. Unfortunately, you can do neither."

Trixie moved so that she can reach Caspai's wrists. With the flat of her tongue, she licked the silken rope, swathing the skin between with a caress like warm wet velvet. She lifted her head so she could run the cool steel of the knife under the silken rope. Dragging the point away from delicate wrists, Trixie trailed the blade down the woman's arm, to the exposed underside. Caspai shivered.

"Careful, luv. You might get cut."

And indeed, she did. With a flick of her hand, a tiny cut opened in the sensitive hollow of Caspai's arm. Trixie's tongue was there in an instant, dabbing at the red drops like a kitten. The sweet tang of the woman's blood - the delicate skin beneath...

Once begun, Trixie couldn't stop. Her mouth moved across the woman's chest with deep sucking kisses to the tops of her breasts. Her tongue dipped into the hollow at the base of Caspai's throat and then trailed downward in a wet line to the junction of her breasts. Trixie slid her tongue between them, pressing her face close to the perfumed skin. The knife was there, held just out of Caspai's vision, just below her left breast, the edge of the blade near enough to scrape against the skin with each intake of breath.

 

[caspai]

*As the blade spins in the air, I watch the glint of the blade. Then as she runs the blade along my arm, I feel a small slice in my skin. The warmth of my own blood was soon replaced by her even warmer tongue as she lapped at the blood like a kitten.

As her mouth moves along my body, I fight the urge to arch into her mouth. The knife an always present thought in my head. I hear her words as if through fog.*

Ah, the power of fear. The rush of adrenaline. Fight or flight. Unfortunately, you can do neither.

*I would shake my head to deny these words, but for the knife. It is not fear I feel, but an intensity of experience I can find no where else. Every nerve I have jumps at her touch, whether it is with mouth, tongue, hand, or knife. I feel the blade scrape the skin just beneath my breast, and my breath catches in my throat. The sound of blade on skin is as sensual to my ears as the sound of a lovers voice.*

Careful, luv, you might get cut.

*I smile at the lack of concern in her voice. She and I both know without a doubt that the only way I am going to get cut is through intent. That is how the game is played. That is why I wished to be bound as tightly as I am. Thinking this, my attention is drawn, only briefly, from the knife to the feel of the silk rope at my wrists and ankles. My hands and feet are tingling, but not from loss of circulation. She is truly a master of this game, and while the ropes are tight, and I am prevented completely from moving, the rope is not so tight as to cause discomfort.

I feel the knife point drawing a line to my nipple, which instantly puckers in response. Again I catch my breath, fighting again the urge to arch into the feeling. It is as if every nerve in my body is centered directly under the point of that knife. My consciousness is more clear than it has been since...well, since the last time someone held a knife in their hands, daring me to give every ounce of trust I have.*

Do with me as you will, Trixie. When you tied me down, you became the one with the power. I cannot stop you from killing me, no, but don't you think we can come up with something more enjoyable than death?

 

[Honey_B]

“Yes, I can think of something.”

Trixie set the knife down within easy reach and the bed and moved so that she crouched on all fours above Caspai. Their eyes locked. Trixie bent to kiss her. It was prolonged and deep. Tongues intertwining, savouring the intenstity of each other. Trixie captured Caspai’s lower lip and pulled it gently, just as she had done to her. A throaty laugh accompanied the playful nip.

Down

The kiss moved lower. Her lips on the woman’s chin, moving down her neck. Trixie loved how Caspai responded, pressing her head back into the pillow and giving the blonde the opportunity to lightly grace the graceful curve of her throat with her lips.

Down

The kiss continued downward. A soft sigh escaped Caspai’s lips as Trixie shifted, easing a knee between the woman’s legs. Pressing it up against her sex. Trixie felt the moisture of Caspai’s lust. Her own body demanded attention, but she was determined to wait. To make this woman beg.

Lower still. Trixie’s tongue returning to Caspai’s full breasts, leaving a trail of slick saliva, glistening in the low light. Down. She traced the underside of each breast with her wet tongue, before moving to take a pink nipple between her lips. It began to swell and Trixie rolled it around in the warmth of her mouth, her tongue flicking over the surface. Her fingers found the other bud. Already erect. Trixie teased it further, squeezing it to a point just below pain and then covering it with her mouth in a sucking caress

Down

Down

Sliding lower on the bed, on Caspai’s body. Slowly kissing and licking her way down Caspai’s stomach. Pausing at her navel, Trixie glanced up. Her eyes a mischevious glint. Caspai’s almost pleading

“Tell me, shall I go lower?”

 

[caspai]

As I hear the knife placed on the table next to the bed, I look up into the eyes of this incredible woman. The depth of emotion I see in those eyes warms me, and my passions soar in response.

As she lowers her mouth to mine, I return the kiss with all of the heat and intensity that had been generated by the knife play just previous. Her mouth leaves mine, her teeth pulling on my lip. As her mouth travels down to my neck, I arch into the feelings, opening my emotions so as to enjoy every ounce of sensation.

Lower and lower her mouth travels, tongue and teeth grazing on one nipple, and hand and fingers playing with the other. My back arches and I moan softly.

Feeling the knee between my legs, I lift my knees as much as the ropes at my ankles allow, rubbing my sex agains her knee as the passion I feel threatens to overwhelm me.

Trixies mouth continues its path, ever downward, and my mind leaps at the prospect of things to come. Suddenly, she lifts her head.

“Tell me, shall I go lower?”

I look directly into her eyes, my eyes beginning to glaze with pent up lust and extreme passion.

"If you go no lower than that, I may very well die from the lack of it."

 

[Honey_B]

The Trixster

Nodding silently, Trixie moves lower. Avoiding Caspai's mound of Venus with absolute discipline, she bends to brush her lips against the redhead's thigh.

Moving lower still...

Trixie places one hand on each silken leg. She feels Caspai's weight shift slightly as she tries to get closer to her hands, to bring release.

"But that would be too easy, too soon..."

Instead Trixie takes her time, bending low to inspect the beauty before her. Those satiny pink lips. So beautiful. They glisten with the evidence of the woman's lust. With luxurious leisure, Trixie traces circular patterns on the inside of Caspai's thighs, her tongue soft and caressing. The captive woman shudders, so eager for release, but Trixie is unwilling to end the pleasure.

Extending her tongue - Just to tease the very edges of her captive's lips. And Caspai responds by squirming delightfully, her breathing becoming more swallow with each stroke of Trixie's tongue. Their lips meet in the sweetest, most intimate of kisses - Trixie's lips gently caressing. She traces her tongue along the line of the woman's sex, licking slowly and evenly from top to bottom and back again. Over and over, occasionally stopping to delve into Caspai's warm cavern, exploring its depths, straining the limits of her own self control.

Trixie lifts her head, her chin soaked.

"I do believe you are finally ready."

 

[caspai]

As Trixie's mouth played havoc with my senses, I moaned and writhed. Whenever I moved, I could feel the silk ropes tightening, holding me down, reminding me that I was not in control of anything here. My only job was to experience every sensation as it occurred.

Lifting my head, I watch as Trixie's head moves lower and lower, and as I see her head dip to the area between my legs, I cannot control myself. I try to shift to bring my throbbing sex closer to her. Deftly, she avoids my silent pleading, placing kisses on my thighs instead.

"But that would be too easy, too soon..."

I could almost scream with the frustration of it. The emotions continue to build in me, the passions becoming an overwhelming force pounding, engorging, flowing, filling every crevice of my being. I watch as she bends and gazes at my inflamed sex, feeling the slick wetness oozing out as she does. I manage to control the impulse to thrust my hips at her, sensing that she wishes to have more control over my responses than that.

Finally, just when I think I can take no more of the torture, I feel her tongue upon my overly eager flesh, and for a moment, I feel a relief. As her tongue begins its play, however, I find myself taken to even greater levels of passion. As I feel her tongue delve inside of me, my muscles contract, trying to draw her deeper into me in a desperate attempt to gain release from the sweet torture. My hips begin to buck and rotate of their own accord, as her tongue continues to sweep and swirl. I throw my head back and moan deep and long in my throat. My back arches, forcing my mound more fiercly into her tongue. Two warring thoughts race through my head. If she does not stop the torture, I will explode, but I do not wish the sweet torture to end.

The peaks of rapture increase, taking me higher and higher. Closing my eyes, I feel the courses of pleasure washing over me, seemingly never ending. Then I feel her mouth leave me, and the bed on which I am tied shifts. I open my eyes and look, through the haze of passion, into her beautiful eyes.

"I do believe you are finally ready."

I hear her words, but the passion I have experienced seems to have wiped away my ability for coherent thought. I am ready? What am I ready for? I close my eyes, still in the grips of the passion, and realize that I am willing to do anything, to have anything at all done to me, as long as the feelings I am experiencing will continue.

Finding my voice, I say six words only:

"Do with me as you will."

 

[Honey_B]

"Do with me as you will.”

There was desperation in the words. Trixie decided that her captive was finally ready. Her tongue sought out Caspai’s clitoris. The woman’s body jumped at the initial touch. The tiny organ was swollen, but soft and Trixie caressed the pearl with deft strokes of her tongue. When Caspai started to purr, Trixie took the swollen nub into her mouth. At the same time, she reached a hand upward to gently stroke the woman’s breasts, her fingers dancing over the nipples in a soft caress. Trixie’s mouth is gentle almost loving as she begins to suck. Other fingers sought out Caspai’s warm cavern. Trixie slid two fingers easily into the moist heat, enjoying the feel of the woman’s clenching muscles.

Concentration, insistence, urgency – Sucking madly now, working her fingers feverishly, mad with her own desire.

 

[caspai]

Feeling the soft lips latching onto my overly sensitive flesh, I feel small explosions starting within me. My head thrashes side to side, and my hips begin to buck, trying desperately to get closer to the mouth, teeth, tongue.

My hands grasp as I try to lift my arms. I know that I can't move them, but I am desperate to hold this woman closer to me, to give back even a small amount of what I am feeling. I gasp as I feel her hand on my breast, playing with my nipple. It is as if a switch has been flicked within me, and I feel an immense orgasm beginning to take hold of my senses.

Then I feel the fingers entering into me. The sensations all at once are too much, and I feel myself being pushed over the edge of pleasure and into a never-ending pool of bliss. Losing control of myself, I begin to moan, and the moan becomes louder, and louder.

"OOOOOOHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh......AAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhh"

The sound of my own screams are a surprise to me, but I am too caught up in the whirlwind of sensations to stop to think about anything else. My hips continue to buck, and my head digs into the pillow under me. All of my concentration is centered on only one thought. Please don't let this stop. Please don't let this stop.

 

[Honey_B]

Caspai's screams broke Trixie's control. The knife was in her hand in a flash, and with four quick slices, the bindings holding Caspai were severed. Trixie couldn’t hold back any longer. She threw herself on the woman, clasping Caspai's bucking hips to her own. She slid her hands underneath the redhead and grabbed a hold Caspai's shapely ass, grounding her own pussy into the woman pelvis. A skilled voluptuary of the most accomplished kind, she brought herself to a masterful orgasm, just before Caspai began to calm.

The quiet night air around the motel was shattered by a second scream.

"OOOOOOHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh......AAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhh"

Trixie collapsed, falling next to Caspai.

“Incredible, Cas. You are simply incredible.”

She wrapped her arms around her new friend and gave her a hug.

 

[caspai]

I wrap my own arms around Trixie, still tingling and alive, and feeling as if they are floating after having been released from the bonds. Twining my legs with hers, I lie still as my breathing begins to return to normal.

Oh, I have so enjoyed this time. Can't say when I have been welcomed with such...passion.

Closing my eyes briefly, I allow my mind to drift over the events that have just transpired, a peaceful smile curving my mouth.

 

[ariosto]

After weeks of waiting Spike reluctantly acknowleged the fact that Trixi was gone.
When she'd burned rubber out the driveway and shot him that bird he hadn't thought it really meant anything....but.

He'd thought of going back to his old life but Prison didn't hold the appeal it once did for him. So he decided to keep the Motel open and the next morning posted a classified...

Good Looking gal needed!
The Oasis66 motel outside of Baghdad Ca. is accepting applications for co-manager.
Applicant must be sexy, flexible and have a damn good sense of humor!
Pay sucks but I come with the deal...
Contact
Spike at the Oasis 66 ASAP!

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If you are interesred in managing this mecca of the desert and having a little fun yourself contact Ariosto by PM.
Please look at the introduction to this thread before you do.
It's not the usual kind.

Thanks!

 

[Maid of Marvels]

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[ariosto]

Spike wished he'd changed his t-shirt yesterday when he saw the leggy dame holding the Help Wanted sign in the lobby.

"You wanna work HERE!?"
he asked in disbelief.

When she nodded. He slapped a can of beer on the counter and grinned.
"OK babe let's have a toast! To my new partner!...say what's your name anyway?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

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[ariosto]

"You can call me Spike."
Marvel sat down in his swivel chair and crossed her legs. Sweat broke out across his brow.

"What are my duties....Spike?"
she purred, took a swallow, licked her lips.

"Ahhh...run the place?
See Trix did all the decision stuff. I changed lightbulbs and unstuck the toilets."

She looked around with an eye that said cahnges and changes meant work.

"We bunk together in the back."...trying to get her mind off remodeling.
He flexed his bicep showing off the old Navy tattoo that no one could decipher anymore and tried to look sexy.

He looked funny instead.

She laughed, stood up and gave him a very, VERY friendly kiss.
"We can work out sleeping arrangements later. Right now I gotta do something with that car....You got any spray paint?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

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[ariosto]

Spike pulled the old tarp off the bed in room 3 where it had been finishing it's grease spattered life as a bedspread and he trudged out to the new Mercedes with it.

Actually the car would look pretty good in safety yellow.
He tossed the tarp over it just as the police car pulled into the courtyard, siren wailing....

"Hey Mack you seen a classy broad driving a mercedes around here?"
The cop rolled down his window.
Spike maneuvered himself in front of the grill which the tarp didn't quite cover.

"Nope."

"Hey SweetCakes!...whose the company?"
Marvel emerged from the office decked out in one of Trix' old zebra capri pants outfits with rhinestone glasses.
She sidled up to Spike and grabbed his crotch.
"Hey whatchoo guys want. Me and my man were in the middle of somethin!"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

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[ariosto]

Once inside the tiny office, Spike leaned back on the RC machine and tried to look Macho.

Marvel handed him a broom, winked and said...
"Let's get busy badboy and then if we do a real good job, why...."

She nodded in the direction of the bed room and winked.

3 hours later a tired but flushed Spike stood gripping his handle
in sweating hands.

"You want me to sweep anything else up tiger?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

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