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

[ariosto]

Spike was really beginning to take to the his new partner of his in a BIG way!...Big enough to stand proud and sud covered a full 8 inches above the soapy waters in the tub.

"Come on in babe, the water's FINE!"

The next thing he knew he was staring at Marvel's 'marvel' at mouth level...Oh my...

Grabbing his shaggy head in both hands she pulled his face between her tawny thighs...
"Now show me a little gratitude BadBoy and I'll mke your dreams come true."

One dream was already coming true!

He was floating on a cloud and his tongue was doing laps in overdrive...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

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[ariosto]

It was a damned good thing he'd talked Trix into keeping the old clawfoots. There would never have been room for this in the modulars.
Marvel was able to use the sides of the porcelain tub for leverage as she rode Spikes upthrusting cock for all she was worth. He was filling her completely with each deep thrust. Spike for his part had unrestricted use of her magnificent breasts which he squeezed, molded into his mouth and did his best to suck down and swallow.
Soapy water spilled out the sides of the old tub as the two bounced inside it like buoys in a choppy sea.

"Damn baby..." he muttered between mouthfulls, "what lucky day brought you here?"

As she felt herself cresting towards another wrenching orgasm around his powerful tool marvel had a vision of three policecars roaring down the
highway right behind her, blue lights flashing, sirens wailing...
"Spike" she gasped as the second wave hit her,
"You...don't...want...to...knooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Indeed the thread had not been touched in ages.

I object to my character being killed -- not to the fact that an old thread was revived. In fact, there was no need to even mention my character in order to continue a thread that consisted of a series of vignettes (many unfinished).

I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate someone going from thread to thread killing off any of your characters -- abandoned thread or not.

 

[ariosto]

...and cum...and cum...and...
"My God Spikey how much have you got in there!?"

Spike gave a last violent heave and collapsed like a popped balloon.

"Baby it's been a LONG time since Trix left."
He sat up and gave each of Marvels, marvels a big sucking kiss. "But good things are worth waiting for, right?"

Spike levered himself out of the tub.
"How about a coke and something to eat. Fuckin makes me damned hungry!"
She heard him poking around the refrigerator.
"Hey we got some vienna sausage in here that's not to old. How about it?"

Laying back in the tub she wondered if the jail cell was a better option.

 

[Honey_B]

My apologies to Maid of Marvels. It was not my intent to offend. I had thought this thread abandoned long ago.

 

[ariosto]

OOC....This poor old Motel is grateful to both Honey B and Maid for their care and direction. Thank you both.


IC....

Spike surveyed the sign he'd so carefully spent the morning painting...

THE OASIS 66 MOTEL
Open under new management.
Sprinlkers In Every Room!

Shit! He'd mispelled 'management'...well no one would notice.

He'd sold his 73 Dodge van when he got of jail to get the jack to turn the utilities back on, but there was nothing left over.
Trixie bless her soul was long gone, god knows where.

Well he'd have to do it alone this time...
The evening was coming on fast along with the occasional traffic out on the old highway.
The sign was up and the old pink and blue neon was working again, except for the 'I' and the 'O'.

Spike settled back in the swivel chair, put his boots up on the counter, popped a blue ribbon and waited for whatever the night would bring....


OOC..Interludes at the Motel66 are limited to 5 posts per player.

 

[chanaud]

“A room, please.” Her voice appeared out of nowhere. Spike’s leg kicked upwards. Fortunately his shin kicked the metal desk, preventing the chair from falling backwards.

“Fuck!” He cried out. The pain shot through him, his eyes welled instantly into deep pools.

All was forgotten though when he saw the Eurasian beauty standing before him, looking calm and collective, her face completely expressionless.

“A room, ya say?” A spot of drool was still hanging from the side of his mouth. She smirked. Spike read it as an interesting smile.

“Yes, please. The largest bed you have.”

“That will be our honeymoon suite.”

“I assume you have hot water.”

“Of course! We even have a hot tub. Nothing but the best at the Oasis 66.”

Oasis? She looked back in panic. He had told her to meet him at the Ass Motel. Her panic eased. She saw the faint missing letters.

She slid a platinum American Express card. Spike’s interest rose. He imagined her perfectly French manicured nails raking his back.

“Here ya go, dolly. The honeymoon suite comes complete with a welcome basket and a private parking space. It’s the last room to your left.” He instructed, dangling the key before her.

Wordlessly she swiped the keys and turned, wiggling her round derriere out the door.

She had barely taken her jacket off when a knock rapped on the door.

Rap…rap….rapraprap

She knew it was him. She swung the door open wide, and smiled at the tall man standing at the doorway.

“Do you have it?” She asked.

He held up a bottle, and grinned broadly.

“Does Ari know?”

“Naw…he haven't a clue.”

“Well what are you waiting for?” She reached out and grabbed a fistful of silk linen. Her lithe arms snaked around his neck, while her hands roamed Turk's shiny smooth head.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

"God I love it when you do that to me baby."
Turk leaned forward, presenting his waxed pate to her caressing palms and stared down the front of her daringly cut silk blouse.

"Lemme at em!"
Chanud gracefully sidestepped his clutching hands and sashayed over to the bedside TV tray, where a bucket of ice and a bottle of very expensive champagne sat waiting.

"Drink first?"
She poured.

"Damn but you think of everything!"
Turk sat on the bed and sank in about a yard but still managed to pull off his size 12 boots.

"Not everything... I didn't think of this place."
Her pert nose turned up in disgust.
She walked back to the bed, two crystal flutes full of cool efervescent necter in her hands.
He watched her with hungry eyes, eyes that had lusted after her ever since he'd poured the first Captain Morgan for her about 20 gallons ago.

"Nope, I didn't either... Ari did."
Turk tossed off his shirt revealing a broad hard chest with just the right amount of manly hair curling across it.
"I heard him recommend it to HT and Kit..can you believe it! Look at this dump!
"Well here's to the Boss, bless his stingy soul."

They both clinked glasses and downed the excellent bubbly.
"Besides Tiger Lily, any place is a palace with you in it."

As haunting notes of Johnny Cash's 'Ring of Fire' filtered into the
'Honeymoon Suite' from Spikes AM radio in the office across the empty courtyard, the very air seemed charged with sexual tension or was that bug spray....

 

[Lady_Kit]

The man behind the desk looked like the type to run a dive like this. I figured that the lobby and his clothing were on the same cleaning schedule; once every six months whether they needed it or not.

Excuse me? I'm looking for someone.

"Goddamn!" He yelled as his chair dropped to the floor causing him to hit his shin against the partially open desk drawer.

Another looker! Twice in one night, must be his lucky week. This one was a blonde, and he could see from reflection in the glass door to the lobby that she had legs that wouldn't stop and an ass that...

I said, Excuse Me!

"Yea, Baby, I heard ya. You said you're lookin for somebody. Well Hey, I'm somebody."

He winked. She wondered if he ment to be suggestive or if it was a tic. Never mind he wasn't important.

I'm looking for a man, tall, bald, studly. He'll be with a tall woman.

"Honeymoon suite." he muttered, then yelled to her receeding back "Parties are extra. Tell your friend any damages go on her credit card!"

 

[shereads]

Lady Kit, wait! WAIT!

>> breathless, having run all the way from Casablanca, Shereads almost reaches Lady Kit before collapsing. She holds up a small piece of neon-green fabric and manages to pant a few words.<<

You forgot one thing on Turk's list...Nobody had any lime-green panties, but Subo found this g-string in the Trophy Case...Take it to Turk, Kit - and hurry! I won't make it through the weekend without cafe con leche.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Thanks, luv! I was so befuddled by the reference to BOB that I forgot the neon panties.

*thinks to shoves the scrap of green fabric into her pocket, wait, no pocket! pushes the g-string between her breasts instead*

They're in the Honeymoon Suite, SR. I'm goin in after him, if I don't come out by morning, send in the Mounties!

*knocks on the gaudy heart on the center of the scarred door*

Open up! I've come with the ransom, now give us back our Bartender!

 

[shereads]

Kit, ask him where the espresso is! And how to plug in the machine! Don't leave without an answer. I'm right here behind you. Way, way behind you.

 

[Remec]

Sunday brunch?

As the tall man adjusted his sunglasses, waiting for their lenses to clear of tint now that he was in the shade of overhang from the parking lot along the sidewalk leading to the motel office, he smiled at the sound of the voice before him.

Kit, ask him where the espresso is! And how to plug in the machine! Don't leave without an answer. I'm right here behind you. Way, way behind you.

With a low laugh and a slight chuckle, Remec's deep, lazy voice spoke through an unexpected yawn,"Now, now...if you're way behind, how will you see what happens with the hostage drama? Or is there more than coffee and curiosity bringing you to this corner of BFE on a Sunday morning?"

He looked her over, smiling as she turned to regard him.



OOC:Yeah, so the post I'm replying to was last night...ya never heard o' literary license? I have one here somewhere. <looking for my wallet>

 

[shereads]

"Dammit, Remec, people's lives are in danger! Or rather, my morning coffee is in danger and, by extension, the lives of all who come in contact with me!

"Run away while you still can. And pray that Kit returns to the Roof with Turk or written instructions for the espresso machine."

>>for Remec's own good, because he might become hysterical, Shereads hauls back, makes a fist, and with the superhuman strength born of caffeine withdrawal, she delivers a knock-out punch. She checks for a pulse - good news, he's alive! - and leaves a post-it note on his chest with an apology. (Shereads began preparing these pre-written apologies when she learned that Turk was on strike. She has five notes left; somebody might want to stop at Starbucks on the way to Rick's Rooftop this morning.)<<

And now, back to Casablanca to await Lady Kit and news from Turk and his hostage in the Honeymoon Suite...Or is Turk the hostage? For my purposes, does it matter?

 

[Lady_Kit]

*leaves the plain brown suitcase sitting outside the Honeymoon Suite with a note attached*

Enclosed you will find the ransom as per your instruction. BOB refused to climb into the case, but we upgraded the neon panties to a g-string, contributed by Subo, and everything else is in order. Consider the ransom paid and please return our beloved Turk to the Rooftop.

Lady Kit

I hope this works!

 

[chanaud]

They set their flutes down. Turk large hands grabbed Chanaud’s delicious derriere, and pulled her to him. She gasped, her eyes opened wide. Ever since that first Captain Morgain, she had wondered, and suspected he was big. She didn’t realize he was huge! And he wasn’t even at full mast!

Locked in an embrace, they kissed passionately and lustfully. His mouth practically swallowed hers, his thick tongue grew longer and longer, and offered acrobatic twists. Chanaud moaned and shivered. God, if he can do that with his tongue, it’s in the wrong place!

Hands roamed everywhere. Pieces of clothing were being tossed around, one by one. Sounds of wet kisses and hungry moans amplified over Johnny Cash.

Turk’s lips descended down her neck and betwixt her lovely breasts. He looked up at her, his eyes soft and swimming with lust and watched her pretty face as his tongue snaked out and touched her lovely dusty pink nipples.

In normal circumstances, she would have moaned. Something distracted her. A familiar voice was heard from outside the thin plywood door.

“Kit, ask him where the espresso is! And how to plug in the machine! Don't leave without an answer. I'm right here behind you. Way, way behind you.”

“We have company.” Chanaud grinned. She untangled herself from Turk’s hold and opened the door to see Kit turning to leave.

“And where are you heading off to, beautiful?”

In the distance was Shereads scrambling back to Casablanca. What a surprise! Chanaud’s mind spun of the possibilities. This might be her opportunity to fulfill that orgy fantasy she’s had ever since signing on to Lit.

“Kit, Shereads, and anyone else lurking! Don’t stand out in the cold. Come in, where it’s warm.”

 

[Lady_Kit]

Chanaud! My god did they get you to?

The sentence faded as did the next thought. Who could think with the lovely vision standing in the doorway? Chanaud leaned against the jam, breasts bared, nipples hard buds of temptation, and her smile! Her smile was full of wicked joy and promise of pleasure yet to come.

Beyond Chanud she could see Turk relaxing on the very large bed of the room. Hmm...didn't look like he was trying too hard to get away. Could Chanaud be the ninja kidnapper? Kit grinned, that would explain the rum in the ransom demands. She laughed and picked up the suitcase before stopping before the sexy brunette.

This I presume is for you then?

She held out the case, then as an afterthought, dipped two fingers to her ample clevage and slowly withdrew the neon green g-string.

And these? A trophy I believe? Can't wait to see them on the owner.

Hi ya Turk! I'm here to rescue you.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

FFM...getting interesting


"Hiya Kit, pardon me if I don't get up."
He grinned, it looked like he was 'up' enough.

Chanaud stepped away from the door, waved at shereads and ushered the lovely gal inside.
"Turk and I were about to indulge in some fast paced sex love, would you mind keeping score?"

The exotic aquakitten was rummaging in the bag and cooing over the contents..especially the BOB, which she held reverently out to Kit.
"Here, now please hold it close..."
She looked over at Turk who was grinning like a cheshire cat and slowly pumping his nine inch tool.
"He claims he's good for three an hour, but you never know with these macho guys. Ari on the other hand looks like melba toast in comparison but he's good for four an hour on a BAD day!"

She walked over to the bed, hands on hips and surveyed her 'captive'. "Turk's promised me at least a dozen tonight, so we really do need a scorekeeper."

"Baby," Turk nodded towards Lady K, " I think she's pouting."
Indeed the heroine having put herself in harms way, not knowing how dangerous Chanaud on a tear could be, seemed put out by being reduced to a mere score keeper.

"I think we can make that job pretty interesting if we try though don't you 'Baldy?"

"BALDY!"
Turk, sat up in bed and hauled the eurasian vamp down on his lap. His cock springing up between her thigh high clad gams while his fingers pinched and pulled her responsive rosebuds.
"Now tell me, " he said, swirling his tongue in chanaud's ear as she covered his cobra with the lime green panties and began to stroke, "Tell me,where shall I put this next?"


Lady Kit settled back in her chair, clicked on the shiny BOB and wished mightily that she'd brought a camera. Turk didn't look like a prisoner but those oriental girls sometimes used chains of an intangible nature.

 

[Remec]

Ow?

Remec awoke to a dull throbbing in his head. First thought was that he needed to take his sinus meds, but then he realized the pain was coming from a small spot on his jaw and cheek. Gingerly touching it, he looked about and found a wall hanging with a clean enough glass covering to hold sufficient reflection to act as a mirror. "Doesn't seem so bad...what...ohhhh...", he said suddenly recalling why he'd been lying on the floor in the first place.

"Oh well...I hope someone has either freed Turk or gotten Shereads her coffee...intraveously if need be." He dusted himself off, and straightened his clothes. There was no sign of the current proprietor, but it seemed late enough that Remec tossed a twenty onto the counter and headed out, figuring he'd just go back to the Rooftop or someplace. But the lights and silhouettes coming from the nearest of the three remaining rooms at the Oasis made him pause.

"Hmm, what if Turk's still a prisoner? I should check into this."

Walking as if he was supposed to be there, Remec passed slowly by the big plate glass window of the motel room in question and took a casual peek through the partially ajar curtains. He didn't see any signs of ninjas...female or otherwise...but thought he saw someone fitting Turk's description on the bed, naked except for a bit of really, really bright green fabric that a delicate hand was slowing moving up and down the bartender's large shaft.

"The fiends, they have him strapped to the bed and are using the silken panty torture!" Remec let his gaze flicker about as best he could, but the details of whose hand was on the panties was lost, as was the owner of the long, shapely legs sticking off of a chair just to the side of his vantage point.

"Waiiiit...I know those legs...That's Lady Kit! They've abducted her after her errand of mercy..." He knew he had to think quick, so he rushed to the door and knocked.

Inside he heard Turk swear, and a female voice say,"Oh, Kit, did you bring friends? How thoughtful..." before footsteps approached and the same voice asked,"Who is it?"

"Room service"

 

[chanaud]

“Room Service! Turk, you doll, you are just full of surprises!” Chanaud purred back at Turk’s raging hard on.

When she swung the door open, Chanaud’s eyes grew into large marbles.

“Remec! I didn’t realize you moonlight at the Oasis?!?! Come in…come in. Kit, Turk, look…ummppffffffff.”

Unexpectedly a powerful force caught her from behind. She found herself face down, kissing the musty carpet. A heavy weight was pinning her legs down, and her arms were being jerked back behind her back. Chanaud moaned and struggled. Or did she squirm? Remec couldn’t tell. He was there to save Turk from the ninja…


“Turk, run quick! What are you doing, man? Don’t just sit there yanking your meat! I’ve come to rescue you….”

The green panties were a blinding blur over Turk’s thick shaft.

“Ohhhh…Remec. How did you know I like it rough?”

“Hello, darling.’” A soft, sultry voice came from surprise. Remec looked back and saw nothing but an oversized pink Bob coming right at him.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Getting Crowded!

Turk is not so lost in green silk autoeroticism that his life long training in mongolian martial arts doesn't manifest itself as soon as the strange figure in black sunglasses charges through the door and tackles the lithesome chanaud, toppling the eurasian temptress rudely to the frayed carpet.

He launches himself from the bed like a siberian tiger but then hears from beneath Remec's supine body....

“Ohhhh…Remec. How did you know I like it rough?”
The voice of a woman in....need.

He stops practicaly in mid leap and turns to the startled Kit, who stands holding the dangerous BoB before her like a lethal weapon.

"Take him."
He nods at the man on the floor, his eyes suddenly gone as cold as arctic tundra.
"I'll handle the other one."

A look pregnant with meaning passes between them!
What's going on?
Could it be that the would be saviors are now the captives!?
Why would Turk and Kit have dreamed up such a ploy to have chanaud and Remec at their mercy in this fleabitten motor court in the middle of no where? And what part will Spike, who even now is peeping through the flyspecked venetian blinds at the scene unfolding in the bridal suite, play in all this?
Stay tuned!

"You like it rough do you?"
Turk sweeps the slender (but luscious) body of chanaud from the floor and tosses her onto the bed, leaping after her and tearing the lime green silk panties into strips, he binds her securely to the bedposts.

Disregarding for the moment the confused but wildly suggestive sounds of Kit and Remec still down on the floor,
Turk rubs the weeping tip of his erection over Tiger Lily's sensuous lips and snarls...

"Just how rough do you like it baby?"

(Can this enraged ANIMAL be the warm fuzzy Turk we've all come to love and care for!!!)

 

[Lady_Kit]

You got it Lover!

Kit answers and falls upon the still prone form of Remec before he can rise from the worn shag carpet. She straddles his hips as he lies on his back; his expression of dazed confusion brings a slight smile to her ruby lips. The now unwanted BOB is tossed aside in favor of a real man. Kit leans forward and after letting the tip of her tongue stroke Remecs ear she whispers seductively.

Welcome to the party, handsome. I’m so glad you could make it. So thoughtful of you to come to our rescue. So manly!

Ignoring the moans and bounces from the bed, Kit pressed small kisses on Remecs face before claiming his mouth with hers. She kisses him passionately, all the while pulling at his clothing and wiggling suggestively against him. The manly part of Remec seemed happy to be there if the hard bulge in his pants was any indication, and she could hardly wait to find out just how much of a man he was.

Remec had stopped struggling, but still seemed in need of encouragement. Kit rose above him, settling her warm center over the fly of his pants and holding him tightly between her bare legs began to slowly unbutton her blouse, revealing inch by inch the creamy mounds of breasts that were only enhanced by the black lace bra that covered them. Her skirt, what little there was of it, had ridden over her hips and now rested around her waist; a matching black lace thong was the only barrier between her hot moist lips and the growing hardness hidden inside Remecs pants.

What would he do? What would Turk do? Would Chanaud continue to struggle against her neon green bindings or would she surrender to Turks animal lust? And what about Spike, was he doomed to be forever on the outside looking in?

The answer to these and other questions will be revealed in the next chapter of...

Tales from Oasis 66

 

[chanaud]

With all limbs fully stretched, Chanaud laid there fully exposed for all to see. Animalistic moans filtered up from the floor. And the Bob was fully content buzzing away by itself.

“Oohhh..Turk! She purred. Her hips thrust up, encouraging his oversized meat.

His brawny hands covered her small mounds, while his fingers rolled with the sharp nips.

“Forget foreplay. Take me, dammit!”

Turk didn’t need any other encouragements. He did wonder though if she could take him. All of him.

With one hand on his cock, Turk guided his soft bulbous head along her slick slit. Chanaud’s hips jerked upwards. Before he knew it, Turk found himself being swallowed by this shy rum swigging pussy. How did she do that, Turk wondered. There was no time to wonder. Instantly she was riding him. Tied down with him on top, Chanaud managed to be in control.

“Give it to me big boy. Faster, dammit! Harderrr!!” She screamed out, while her hips slammed against his.

“I am..I ammm…I ammm!” Sweat was pouring off Turk. Her demands reverberated in his ear. Her pussy was vacuuming the life out of him. He didn’t know how long he could withstand her brutal assaults. He knew if Chanaud didn’t cum soon, his dick would be black and blue.

Just when Turk reached the point of delirium, her pussy tightened into a chokehold, literally sucking the life out of him.

“Yess…yessss…yessss!Her body thrashed into orgasmic throes. Yessss!!!


Slowly, very slowly, her inner walls released the chokehold. Turk rolled over on his back, gasping for air.

“Turk?”

“Yes, babe?” He answered, his voice barely audible.

“Will you fuck my ass?”

Can Turk’s giant meat fit in Chanaud’s ass? Will Spike get a glimpse to Chanaud’s read window? Why is Remec silent?

Stay tuned for the next episode of ------ Oasis 66

 

[ariosto]

Turk lay on his back catching his breath, overhead the ceiling fan turned in slow revolutions barely stirring the sultry air. Strange and suggestive sounds emanated from the floor where Kit was enagaged in lascivious actions of an outrageous sort. Outside the window Spike was jacking off with one hand and trying to hold the camcorder steady with the other. In the barren hills of the Mohave a lone coyote cried.

Turk watched the jism of his ejaculation run down the foot long knockwurst he sported between his strong thewed thighs....

"Turk...Will you fuck my ass?”

He looked over at her..she was insatiable! Who would have believed it!
Her proud little nipples standing high, her ivory tan skin still flushed with excitement..she was ready to go again!

"In the ass?"

"Yes, hammer my ass Wild Man!"

Suddenly Turks powerful mongol heritage took hold and just as his ancestors under the great Khan had oft preferred the derrieres of their saucy ponies to the odiferous sex of their bowlegged wives, he now felt an overwhelming urge to upend the prime filly panting beside him and plunge into her velvet lined back door!
His Tantric training in the lust filled monastaries of Far Nepal rose to the occasion with a powerful release of testosterones, girding his powerful tool for another attack. With all the glee of a mongol warrior raping his way through a convent, he released and overturned the Eurasian Fox, lifting her round firm ass in the air and burying his tongue within to provide a modicum of lubrication and prepared to do his worst!

Chanaud looked back over her shoulder at this barbarian of the steppes and smiled...
She'd brought out the REAL Turk Rakker.
If only now she had someone beneath her suckling her aching nipples...