[OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room
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				Title: <strong>[OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 20:48:47</strong>
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				Irene O'Rourke's Room (Staff and Customers will Appointment's Only)
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				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 08:38:39</strong>
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				Irene unpinned her hair and eased out of her clothes in the dark room.&nbsp; She used a cloth and the pitcher of water on the stand to wash her arms and legs and neck, standing near the open window so the breeze would cool her skin.&nbsp; She slipped on a night dress and then brushed her hair as she rested a hip on the window sill, looking out at the night sky. <br><br>She was mad, still.&nbsp; Mad at herself for her failure and mad at the man who had left her in this position.&nbsp; And, being mad at a dead man was as good as wishing for something on a falling star.&nbsp; She returned her brush to the table and braided her hair before sliding into bed.<br><br>What a fucked-up day, she thought, staring at the darkness that hovered over her, the ceiling too dim to even trust that it was there.<br><br>Irene rolled over and hugged the pillow to her cheek.
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				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 02:53:30</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 Past Dawn</strong><br><br>Irene opened one eye and stared at the light blotch that was the window.&nbsp; Another day.<br><br>She rolled over, took a few deep breaths, gathered herself and got out of bed.&nbsp; She carefully pulled the blankets back into place, tucking everything in with military precision.&nbsp; She looked in the vanity mirror and examined her face in the silvery waves.&nbsp; Sighing, she gathered clothes and set them on the end of the bed.&nbsp; She drank some of the old local medicine woman's concoction, designed to keep you healthy and barren.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene pulled on her Kimono, picked up her clothes and headed up to the baths.<br><br>Once clean and dressed, her hair damp ringlets around her face, she wandered down to the Saloon.<br><br>++---&gt;&nbsp; Saguaro Saloon
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 18:44:10</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two</strong><br><br>Irene pushed the door open to reveal the monastically tidy room.&nbsp; A bed jutted out from beneath a window in the thick wall to the center of the room, to the left of the bed in the same wall was a door, one of two exits from the second floor coutesan quarters, barred on the inside, a small table sat by the bed with a pair of pewter goblets and a pitcher of water.<br><br>The door to the room entered facing the foot of the iron bedstead.&nbsp; Irene stepped to the right, towards the door into the bath room and giving the man plenty of room to enter.<br><br>"You can put your gun in the corner, and there are pegs on the wall to hold your gun belt and hat..."&nbsp; All business, Irene moved into the bath room and began clearing out the dirtied water.&nbsp; A week was long enough to use it, she figured and bailed the tub into the drain sink where it transfered through piping somewhere it wouldn't make a mess.<br><br>No sooner did she finish than three kitchen workers arrived carrying big bukets of hot water.&nbsp; She directed them to pour three in the tub and she'd pump in cold water.&nbsp; The remaining three buckets of steaming water were set along the wall for rinsing.&nbsp; It was a long draw for the water and it had been a while since Irene had actually added cold water...maybe longer than a week...she didn't remember.&nbsp; She pumped until the water poured in and then kept the flow going to nearly half the tub's level.&nbsp; Mr. Markam's body would fill the remainder, she mused.&nbsp; But, he wasn't a stocky man; no long and leanly muscular...&nbsp; She flicked some of the cold water onto her face and kept pumping.<br><br>"Mr. Markham?&nbsp; Your bath is ready."&nbsp; Irene's eyes darted to make sure towels and soap were at hand.&nbsp; She moved a little stool from the wall to the head of the tub and sat down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 04:57:44</strong>
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				<strong>Irene O'Rourke's Room<br>Day Two</strong><br><br>Sam walked into her room behind her and looked around the spartanly furnished room.&nbsp; It was simple but neat, clean and tidy.&nbsp; He came into the center of the room and listened as she gave him some instructions as to where to put his things.&nbsp; When she left him alone to prepare the bath in the next room, he leaned quietly against the door to the bar to be sure the latch was caught and then locked it.&nbsp; One could never be too careful and he expected to be vulnerable very soon and he didn’t ordinarily purposefully put himself in such situations.&nbsp; He smiled as he leaned the rifle against the wall in the corner furthest away from the entrances to Irene’s room.&nbsp; He did as she instructed and hung his hat and gun-belt on the pegs.<br><br>The saddle bags were draped over the back of the chair he sat on and took off his boots and stockings.&nbsp; The tile floor felt surprisingly cool under his hot feet.&nbsp; Sam stood and moved to the door of the bathing room.&nbsp; He smiled when he saw her working at getting the tub setup for them.&nbsp; ‘Yes them,’ he chuckled quietly to himself.&nbsp; He was paying for her time and as long he wasn’t hurting her or forcing her into anything . . . the customer was always right.&nbsp; As Irene sat on the stool and called for him, Sam entered the room.&nbsp; <br><br>He quickly picked up an empty bucket and filled it halfway with water from the tub by submerging.&nbsp; He carried it and an empty one over near her and set them on the floor.&nbsp; He grabbed a wash towel and some soap.&nbsp; He squatted in front of Irene and gently lifted her right foot off the floor as he grinned up into her face.&nbsp; He dipped the cloth into the warm water and drizzled the water over her foot, between her toes, and her soaked ankle and heel above the empty bucket.&nbsp; With his wet right hand he rolled the bar of soap in his hand until his fingers were covered with creamy lather.&nbsp; Gently Sam lathered her foot until the dust and dirt were gently loosened.&nbsp; He smiled broadly at her.&nbsp; He was enjoying tending to her like this . . . it set a nice tone.&nbsp; He dipped the cloth into the water and wrung the water out over her foot into the empty bucket repeatedly until the soap and dirt were completely rinsed away.&nbsp; He dried her foot with a towel by patting and rubbing it and then&nbsp; massaged her foot through the towel.&nbsp; He set her foot back on the floor.<br><br>Then he started with the left foot using the same routine. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 06:02:29</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two=Irene and Sam in her room</strong><br><br>She was startled when he brought water over to her and squatted beside her.&nbsp; When he grabbed her foot, she almost tipped off the stool, putting a hand on the tub to steady herself.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched, suspicious of his intentions, as he washed her dirty feet.&nbsp; “Mr. Markham...do you have a thing for feet?” she asked, smiling with her lips.&nbsp; It felt nice...&nbsp; No, Irene, he’s just another customer who has a thing for feet.&nbsp; He’s not doing it FOR you, he’s doing it TO you FOR himself.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene had to bring her left foot over for him to wash, her pose having left her with her legs parted to scoot close to the tub.&nbsp; She shifted and allowed him to do what seemed to please him.&nbsp; She was a little unsettled by his silence.&nbsp; It left too much time for thought and for her to look at him.&nbsp; She dragged her eyes away from his face, she couldn’t see much anyhow, and watched his hands. But, that wasn’t any better.&nbsp; He was gentle, firm but not tentative in his touch.&nbsp; He was secure in himself, and that was a devastatingly sexy attribute for anyone to possess.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 06:59:55</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two - Irene and Sam in her room</strong><br><br>Sam continued to wash her left foot in silence despite Irene’s questions.&nbsp; Though he wasn’t at a good enough angle to see anything but her sensual inner thighs, that her legs were parted made his pulse stronger and his heartbeat quicken.&nbsp; It was enough to get his brain working.<br><br>When he finished drying her foot he stood in front of her and brought Irene up to stand in front of him.&nbsp; He took her hands and placed them on his chest at the top button.&nbsp; He lifted her face so that he could see it.<br><br>“You said downstairs that I don’t need to woo you.&nbsp; And of course you’re right I don’t...but Irene I want to woo you...at least if wooing means to have you enjoy our time together as much as I do.&nbsp; I want to pamper you...to make you purr with your pleasure...it will make it all that much better for me too.&nbsp; Let’s get undressed and bathe each other.&nbsp; I want to see you naked Irene and I want to be naked with you.”&nbsp; He chuckled.&nbsp; “We can discuss the prices of everything as we wash each other.”&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 08:20:17</strong>
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				<strong>Irene O'Rourke-Her Room with Sam</strong>-Day Two<br><br>Her eyes narrowed as he talked.&nbsp; He talked too much now and the words, the sheer number of them, made her distrust him.&nbsp; She glanced at the placid water of the tub and then back at the man.&nbsp; Was he going to drown her?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>What’s that he said? Purr?&nbsp; Purr with pleasure?&nbsp; Was he insane?&nbsp; Did he mistake her for a house cat?&nbsp; Oh, she understood now.&nbsp; Cat house.&nbsp; Very amusing.&nbsp; But, he was the purse holder.<br><br>Irene stood up and pulled the chemise up over her head and let it drop to the floor.&nbsp; She pivoted before him revealing that she had no pox marks, no syphilis sores, no scars whatsoever.&nbsp; She prescribed to the French methods of personal hygiene and shaved her arm pits and her legs and her pubic hair.&nbsp; Irene was careful of the hot desert sun so that her hands and face were barely darker than the rest of her peaches-and-cream skin.&nbsp; She’d been in the business long enough that she didn’t blush when she took her clothes off...most of the time.&nbsp; However, she felt herself flush as the man stared at her. <br><br>“If you like, I can call for someone to take your clothes to the laundry,” she said.&nbsp; If she stuck to business, she wouldn’t think too much.&nbsp; If she didn’t look him in the eye, it would be easier still.&nbsp; As he was now quiet, she waited for a long moment before she couldn’t take it anymore and looked at him.<br><br>She stepped up to him and began unbuttoning his vest, focusing intently on the buttons, moving down to his waist.&nbsp; She could smell him, now.&nbsp; Standing close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his body, smell the scent of man, and leather, horse and a little desert sweat.&nbsp; She wanted to lean into him and inhale.&nbsp; Despite what he said, this wasn’t about her.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene slid her hands up his chest, pushing the vest apart and then off his shoulders, down his arms, catching it in one hand.&nbsp; She smiled slightly, looking up at his face, just like she’d told herself not to.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 06:41:14</strong>
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				<strong>Irene O'Rourke-Her Room with Sam-Day Two</strong><br><br>Sam sighed and grinned as he watched her twirl her naked before him, She was absolutely gorgeous.&nbsp; He also liked that her body colored as he looked her over.&nbsp; He was getting quite aroused the closer her naked body got to him.&nbsp; In answer to her statement about getting his clothes cleaned Sam could only nod his affirmation.&nbsp; He was enjoying being undressed by her as she stood only inches from him.&nbsp; Her skin was nearly pure white and looked velvety soft.&nbsp; He wanted to touch her nipples and play with them but restrained himself, opting instead to have her undress him.<br><br>While he wasn’t a prude, he’d never had anything like this experience before.&nbsp; He wanted her from the time she gave him her first flip response in the bar.&nbsp; Her hint of a smile as Irene removed his vest gave him a warm feeling inside.&nbsp; He’d never been with a woman that he’d not had feelings for.<br><br>He let his body lean forward as his right leg insinuated itself between hers.&nbsp; He moaned quietly as his chest lightly brushed against her breasts.&nbsp; Her nipples seemed darker and fuller to him as they moved apart again.&nbsp; His nostrils picked up her feminine scent which was as heady an aphrodisiac as her body and she was arousing him to the point that he flushed with color just as she had.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 08:24:35</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two &nbsp;- Sam and Irene, her bath room</strong><br><br>Irene looked back down as his knee moved between hers, the rough fabric barely touching her skin, a tickle of a touch.&nbsp; It was pleasing that he made some move, since the only other thing he’d done was stare.&nbsp; She stepped back as she folded the vest, stepping over his foot to set the garment on the stool.&nbsp; She turned back to Sam Markham, moving behind him to pull his shirt from the waist of his trousers.&nbsp; He couldn’t stare at her, now, she mused, smiling and wrapping her arms around him to undo the fly of his pants and slip the tails of his shirt out.&nbsp; She slid his pants down his slim hips and legs, resting on one knee behind him, giving his leg a push for him to step out of his trousers.<br><br>If he wanted to be quiet, she had no problem with that.&nbsp; She folded the trousers, noting a heaviness in the pocket, and added them to the pile, turning to face the man once more, walking up to him to unbutton his shirt.&nbsp; She started at his throat, the back of her left hand brushing his throat.<br><br>She unbuttoned his shirt and removed it from him with the same method as the vest, running her hands up his chest, over his shoulders and then pushing the shirt off as she leaned lightly against him.&nbsp; He wasn’t wearing drawers...or long johns.&nbsp; It was probably too hot for such layers when you were constantly out in the sun, she thought, glancing at him.&nbsp; Irene swallowed roughly; he was a tall man and seemed taller unclothed.&nbsp; So much skin...<br><br>Turning away once more, Irene carefully folded the shirt, topping the pile.&nbsp; Irene picked up the clothes and returned to the bed room.&nbsp; She drew on her Kimono, felt for the item in the pocket of his trousers and carefully set the watch on the top of the chest.&nbsp; She carried the pile of laundry to set outside the door.&nbsp; The message would be obvious.&nbsp; She hollered down to the saloon and saw one of the girls move towards the stairs.&nbsp; She closed the door and turned the lock and then returned to Sam, walking up behind him.<br><br>In a day when she had opportunities to pick and choose beaux, she’d always liked a tall man with wide shoulders and narrow hips.&nbsp; And, a butt.&nbsp; She smiled at Sam’s posterior.&nbsp; <br><br>“I think you’re ready to get in the water, now,” she said, sitting on the edge of the tub and leaning down to feel the water’s temperature.&nbsp; “Not too cool.”&nbsp; She looked towards him, her face composed once more as she focused on the base of his throat.<br><br>“What now?” she asked as he stood there.&nbsp; Irene dipped her hand once more and flicked the water at the man’s face.&nbsp; “Mr. Markham?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 05:30:05</strong>
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				Day Two - Sam and Irene, her bath room<br><br>Sam was savoring every sensation of her hands undressing him and her naked body.&nbsp; When she moved behind him to avoid his gaze, he could only grin at her taking charge of how she was dealing with him.&nbsp; He shook his head in wonderment when he heard her open the door to her room and yell downstairs.&nbsp; Sam hoped that she’d taken his watch out of his pocket before she’d set his clothes out in the hall.&nbsp; He’d turned his head and seen that she was in a robe of some kind.&nbsp; He quickly closed his eyes when she closed the door and walked over to the tub.<br><br>He was lost in thoughts that still haunted him when he felt water being spritzed on his face. He opened his eyes suddenly aware and embarrassed that he’d let his thoughts drift.&nbsp; After taking a moment to process what Irene had been saying he took a step forward and untied the sash on her robe and opened it.&nbsp; Sam spread it wider at her shoulders until it slid down her arms to the floor.&nbsp; He squatted and gathered it in his hands.&nbsp; His face was directly across from her sex.&nbsp; His curiosity got the best of him as he’d never seen a woman’s privates clean shaven until now.&nbsp; Sam reached out and his fingers touched her belly.&nbsp; Slowly he drew his finger tips down over the rise just above the slit of&nbsp; her sex.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked up at her and smiled a bit sheepishly.&nbsp; “Irene you’re so smooth.&nbsp; I’ve never seen a woman like you without a muff.&nbsp; You’re just beautiful to look at . . . you really are.”<br><br>Sam’s eyes drifted down the length of her body from her face to her breasts, over her belly, pausing at her sex and then down her willowy legs to her feet and then up to her sex. He leaned forward and kissed the gentle rise above the cleft of her sex as his hand softly stroked her belly.&nbsp; He liked how she smelled sown there and how warm and soft her skin there felt against his lips.&nbsp; He backed off from her and stood.&nbsp; He turned and moved to the door and draped her robe over the top of it.&nbsp; Sam returned to her and took her hand as he stepped into the tub.<br><br>“Please share the bath with me Irene.&nbsp; We can bathe each other.&nbsp; No sense you not benefitting from the fresh water too.&nbsp; I’ll be paying for it . . . and your time . . . in or out of the tub, so you might as well be in it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 06:32:45</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two &nbsp;= Bathtime with Sam</strong><br><br>Irene wondered where he’d gone.&nbsp; His eyes became guarded and she was sorry if she’d caused that to happen.&nbsp; She was about to ask when he moved, rising from her perch on the tub as he came at her.&nbsp; She watched him as his hands moved to the sash and he removed her kimono.&nbsp; Smiling down at him as he stared at her again.<br><br>Was that it?&nbsp; the lack of hair?&nbsp; She let her hand settle on his head, gasping when he bent forward to kiss her, her fingers fisting in his hair.&nbsp; Good heavens...she scolded herself.&nbsp; A flipping KISS and she was gasping like a virgin on her wedding night.<br><br>When he backed off, she automatically released his hair and watched, warily.&nbsp; He was just hanging her robe on the door.<br><br>Her eyes moved over him, noting the scars and wondering if that was where his mind had gone...&nbsp; She blinked in surprise as he took her hand as he stepped into the tub.<br><br>In all her years, she’d never been offered to share.&nbsp; She’d been allowed a secondary usage.&nbsp; But, those who could afford a night and a bath, generally felt themselves above a prostitute and wouldn’t bathe with them.&nbsp; She’d often washed a customer, getting fondled and probed whilst doing so, and even had a man who wanted to have sex in the empty tub, but never shared a clean water bath.<br><br>She smiled.&nbsp; “Thank you, Mr. Markham."&nbsp; She stepped into the tub with him.&nbsp; And, then she found herself not quite knowing how to behave.&nbsp; She hated being in this predicament.&nbsp; She moved to get behind Sam Markham, figuring she’d be able to wash his hair and scrub his back, things not so easy to do alone.&nbsp; “I’ll just sit behind you, to wash you, if you’d move aside,” she said, reverting to bossy bitch to cover her discomfort at not having a plan for this scenario.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 05:50:42</strong>
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				He grabbed her as she tried to squirm past him and gave him some of her delicious attitude. He was behind her and his obvious interest in her pressed against her ass as his arms encircled her body.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're welcome Irene...but...call me Sam."<br><br>One hand errantly cupped her left breast.&nbsp; He sighed against the back of her neck as as her nipple swelled against his palm and his finger and thumb as he played with it.&nbsp; A shudder of heigtened arousal rolled through his body.<br><br>“I like your thinking there Irene . . . excepting that I’ll be starting from behind you.&nbsp; The worm has turned as they say.”&nbsp; He nibbled at the back of her neck as he drew her back tightly against him.&nbsp; “You are one beautiful woman Irene . . . god but you feel heavenly like this.&nbsp; You’ll have to pardon me but it’s been awhile since I’ve wanted to . . . well . . . you know . . . be like this.”<br><br>His hands were cupping both of her breasts and he gently massaged them and caressed her swelling nipples.<br><br>“God you are so lovely.”<br>He released her for a moment and reached down for the soap.&nbsp; When he stood up again Sam reached around in front of her and caressed her left breast with a soapy hand and then her right one.&nbsp; He was momentarily lost in the feel of her body against him and in his hand.&nbsp; His cock twitched against her backside as he moaned in a low tone his want of her. He stepped back and wet his hands with some soapy water and rubbed her shoulders and back.&nbsp; He slipped his hands under her arms and stole a moment to wash her tits again. His slick soapy hands sild down her sides and he spent a little extra time kneading and caressing the firm globes of her ass.&nbsp; His fingers slipping up and down through its cleavage and from there he washed each leg with both hands starting very high on her thighs.&nbsp; When he had washed both legs, he grabbed a bucket and dunked it into the bath water and slowly poured it over shoulders and back to rinse away the soap.&nbsp; He did that again to be sure he’d rinsed it all away.&nbsp; His arms encircled her again from behind.&nbsp; He pressed the full length of his body against her warm wet flesh.<br><br>Sam whispered in her ear.&nbsp; “Irene . . . shall I bathe your front . . . standing or sitting?&nbsp; Lady’s choice.”<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 06:28:53</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two- Water Sports with Sam</strong><br><br>She froze as he grabbed her and then leaned against him as her rubbed his hands over her tits.&nbsp; She smiled, watching his tanned fingers glide over her pale skin.&nbsp; She tried to reach behind her, between them to grab his cock, but he held her so tightly she couldn’t reach.&nbsp; The best she could manage was to grab his hip and rub down his thigh, tilting her head for his lips to kiss her neck.<br><br>“It’s been a long time since you wanted a bath, Sam?” she asked, letting him do as he pleased.&nbsp; It was his time.&nbsp; And, it felt nice.&nbsp; Maybe a little too nice.&nbsp; Almost real...she pushed those thoughts aside and remembered who and where she was.&nbsp; <br><br>“It’s been a long time since a man’s wanted to bathe me...” She said, her tone wry as his fingers slid between her buttocks and then down her legs.&nbsp; She slid her feet apart, unsure what he would do next.&nbsp; She looked down at him, curious.&nbsp; In her experience, lawmen had a hard time keeping their pants on; it was a power thing.&nbsp; And, his controlling the situation fell right into that stereotype.&nbsp; Yet it didn’t quite fit.&nbsp; The bullet wounds had her interest, too.&nbsp; Scars on his chest, a little above the heart, and she’d felt a raised bit of skin on his right thigh.&nbsp; Someone had wanted him dead, she thought. <br><br>She was a bit surprised by the water cascading over her.&nbsp; She caught it, sluicing it over her chest to wash the soap away as he rinsed her back.<br><br>“I’m pretty well clean up front,” Irene said.&nbsp; She moved towards the end of the tub where the rack with the sponges and wash cloths sat.&nbsp; She grabbed a sponge and glanced back at the man and took a cloth, too; he might need some scrubbing to get his neck clean.&nbsp; “You’re very thorough.&nbsp; Used to live on a dairy farm, did you?” she asked, dipping the sponge into the water and holding out her hand for the soap, letting her eyes slide over him, lingering on his cock before meeting his eyes once more.<br><br>“Where would you like me to start?” she asked, turning her tone to salacious and letting her tongue slide over her lower lip the way men liked.&nbsp; “You see, there ain’t no ladies in this tub.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 04:31:23</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two- Water Sports with Irene</strong><br><br>Hmmm . . . I don’t see a cock between those lovely legs of yours . . . No . . . no balls&nbsp; either . . . so unless you’ve had some horrible injury . . . and that’s not a beautiful pussy which has mesmerized me . . .&nbsp; you’re a lady.&nbsp; You know Irene . . . it’s not what you do that defines you . . . it’s more about how you do it.&nbsp; And Irene as the evidence overwhelmingly shows . . . you are one sexy woman.”<br><br>He made a point of stroking his cock to prove his point.&nbsp; He groaned quietly as a clear bubble formed at its opening.<br><br>“As to your front . . . one area hasn’t been cleaned up yet, though it seems to have had some significant attention from you.&nbsp; You could be a surgeon you know if you can make your cunny so smooth with a straight razor.&nbsp; I have never seen a woman’s cunt devoid of hair before.&nbsp; It’s stunning to look at . . . at you . . . god but you’re beautiful Irene.”<br><br>He stepped forward and gave her the soap.<br><br>“...as I said before lady’s choice.&nbsp; But I need to touch your pussy.”&nbsp; <br><br>He slipped his hand down over her wet belly to between her legs.&nbsp; He cupped her sex and held her like that.&nbsp; <br><br>“God damn it Irene.&nbsp; &nbsp;You’re so fucking smooth, and warm . . . and I think a might wet . . . if you know what I mean. Am I wrong?” <br><br>He rubbed her pussy and then withdrew his hand.&nbsp; He brought his hand up to his face and smelled his fingers.&nbsp; “Mmmmmm . . . god but I like how you smell.”<br><br>Then he licked his fingers.&nbsp; “Mmmmm . . . you taste mighty good too.”<br><br>He took the soap back from her and gently washed her pussy . . . thoroughly.&nbsp; “Now I think you’re done . . . well not done . . . but washed anyway.&nbsp; So do your worst Irene . . . I’m yours.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 06:25:52</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two- Sam and Irene</strong> <br><br>Sam’s little speech made Irene smile.&nbsp; Sweet.&nbsp; She glanced down at her crotch and pursed her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked back up as he moved to her, handing the soap and then fondling her.&nbsp; He was taking care of her and himself in one fell swoop.&nbsp; She might have to pay him if it kept up like this.<br><br>Irene watched as he sniffed his fingers, her hand sliding onto his cock.&nbsp; Firm, thick; her fingers wrapped tightly and she gave him a slow pull, easing her grip as her hand slid along him.&nbsp; When his tongue came out to lick his fingers, her eyes locked onto the gesture.<br><br>He took the soap from her limp hand and even as she gently petted his cock, he washed her, causing her to take a surprised step back.<br><br>“Damn,” she murmured.<br><br>She released him when he was through, taking the soap back and then squatting for a quick rinse.&nbsp; She lathered the sponge, opting for soft instead of rough, and began to wash his legs, first left and then right.&nbsp; Then, she washed his arms, working the sponge in lazy circles up to his shoulder, across his chest and then down his torso.&nbsp; She stopped before reaching his cock to move up to his right shoulder and down that arm.<br><br>Irene stepped out of the tub and got one of the reserve buckets of water to rinse Sam, pouring the warmer water carefully over him, running her hands over him to swipe the soap and water away.&nbsp; She followed her hands with her mouth, kissing across his chest, giving each little scar a lick and a drawing kiss before she moved back, bending to kiss down his belly.&nbsp; She turned and set the bucket out of the tub, re-soaping the sponge to wash his genitals; soaping with the sponge and rubbing with her fingers.<br><br>“So, Sam, if what we do isn’t what defines us, why do we make laws?&nbsp; Why do we set rules, standards?” she asked as her gentle fingers manipulated him, sliding over his soap-slicked cock.&nbsp; She didn’t expect an answer.&nbsp; “I know I’m still a good person, where it matters,” she said, saying more than she intended.&nbsp; “But I do things that most people consider wrong.”&nbsp; She bent over the side of the tub to get the bucket to rinse him.<br><br>She sat on the side of the tub and patted next to her.&nbsp; “Want to put your foot here, sweetheart?” she asked.&nbsp; Pleased that she was on eye-level with his cock.&nbsp; She leaned in before he could move and sucked his cock into her mouth.&nbsp; She pulled back, wrapping a hand around him.&nbsp; “Sorry...&nbsp; You look good too,” she said.&nbsp; “And, I don’t actually use a razor.&nbsp; I use a string.&nbsp; Though, I’m very good with a razor, too.&nbsp; Never caused anyone to bleed to death...yet,” she said, smiling.&nbsp; She continued to rub his firm cock. She moved to kneel in the tub, leaning under him to run her tongue from between his legs, over his sack and up the entire length of his cock, swirling her tongue around the head before drawing him into her mouth again.&nbsp; She bobbed her head, sucking as she pulled back and gently gliding her teeth over his length as she drew him back into her mouth.<br><br>He’d said he was hers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 05:09:46</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two- Sam with Irene</strong><br><br>Sam squirmed as she was seducing him with soap and water and her hands.&nbsp; He moaned with pleasure as she washed his cock and balls.&nbsp; Her hands idly but skillfully stroked his cock and caressed his balls.<br><br>“Those laws and rules are because someone fucked up big time . . . or a bunch of stupid fuckers did and did some stupid thing or they hurt someone in some way.&nbsp; Most of the important ones come from the Bible anyway.&nbsp; But heck Irene . . . I know who you are . . . well not completely . . . but I doubt I’d be doing what I’ve been doing or . . . oh fuck . . . let you . . . ummm . . . oh Jesus . . . do what you’re doing so well right now if I didn’t have some sense about what kind of woman you are.&nbsp; It takes a certain amount of&nbsp; . . . oh baby . . . of&nbsp; . . . what the heck was I saying?&nbsp; Oh yeah . . . you think I’d let you take my cock into that wonderful mouth of yours if’n I didn’t trust you.&nbsp; Oh baby . . . yes . . . ”<br><br>His hands held her head loosely as she fucked him with her mouth . . . bobbing up and down.&nbsp; When some of his precum was released against her lips his hips began rocking and his fingers spread into her hair and tightened their grip on her head as he held her steady and his hips moved his hard aching cock in and out of her mouth.&nbsp; He restrained himself when he felt his release building and released his hold of her hair.&nbsp; He moved his hands behind him and braced himself with them as she tormented him with almost everything in her arsenal.&nbsp; What she was saving was what he wanted . . . more than Christmas morn. <br><br>“Good Irene . . . you are fucking good at that.&nbsp; Holy shit . . . ”<br><br>Then as he looked down between their legs at her bald pussy, what she’d said sank in and he distracted himself by talking to her.&nbsp; Her teeth were on the verge of driving him insane.<br><br>“A string?&nbsp; How the fuck . . . oh Jesus honey . . . ohhhhhhh fuck . . . I’m going to . . . oh god . . . ”<br><br>He came hard.&nbsp; His cum spurted out in long strings and his body shook so violently that he nearly doubled over and slid off the edge of the tub.&nbsp; He was panting hard and his vision was clouded as his eyes seemed to roll partly back into his head.<br><br>“Holy fuck Irene . . . I wanted to hold off so’s I could fuck you.&nbsp; You are one beautifully wicked woman.&nbsp; I’ve never been done like that so fucking well . . .&nbsp; ” he sighed as he tried to regain his normal breathing.&nbsp; He leaned down and cupped her face, drew her to him and kissed her hard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 06:20:01</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two- Tub</strong><br><br>Irene wiped the back of her wrist across her mouth, swallowing quickly.&nbsp; She hadn’t done that to a man since her husband.&nbsp; He’d just looked so good, and she’d wanted to do it.<br><br>She smiled at his words, shocked when he grasped her face and kissed her hard.&nbsp; She eased up from her knees to press into the kiss, licking his lips, kissing him deeply as her body reacted to him pressed tightly to her.&nbsp; Realizing what she was doing, what it was doing to her, she pushed back.<br><br>Irene didn’t want to make him mad, but she couldn’t allow emotion to come into play.&nbsp; She idly tucked a strand of hair back into place, looking for the wash rag.&nbsp; <br><br>“I think I still need to wash your back, Mr. Markham.&nbsp; Now that you might be able to relax a bit, would you like to sit down in the tub?”&nbsp; <br><br>Irene sat down in the water and slid back to the end of the tub, parting her legs for him to sit between.&nbsp; Her heart was beating a trifle too quickly for her tastes.&nbsp; Men didn’t take women like her home to meet their family and to marry.&nbsp; She needed to remember that.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 04:59:47</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two - Tub</strong><br><br>Sam was in awe of her.&nbsp; Irene was possibly just the most incredibly sensuous woman he'd ever encountered.&nbsp; They seemed to be enjoying each other too, despite the business arrangement&nbsp; the details of which hadn't yet been worked out.&nbsp; He grinned at that realization and his body's memory of how she'd kissed him back and more.<br><br>He looked down at her sitting in the other end of the tub with her legs wantonly spread.&nbsp; She was inviting him to sit there so she could finish bathing him.&nbsp; Sam had another idea and moved to kneel between her legs...facing her.&nbsp; He locked eyes with her as his hands slid up her thighs to her sex.&nbsp; He nuzzled her neck and groaned into her skin.&nbsp; <br><br>"Reciprocity is how I go in most areas of my life.&nbsp; Someone shoots at me and I shoot back.&nbsp; Someone swings at me and I swing back at them.&nbsp; Someone makes me cum and I make them...cum.”<br><br>His fingers and thumbs slowly stroked the area where outer swell of&nbsp; her pussy and her inner thighs met.&nbsp; He gave her clit some special attention with his thumb each time his fingers slipped up and down over her bald gash.&nbsp; He grinned at her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Irene...I like how smooth you are down here.&nbsp; I don't get how a string has anything to do with it...but I like it.”&nbsp; His finger found her nub and he traced circles around it with his finger tip. I'm not one to give up on any goal I set myself too.&nbsp; My goal Irene is to make you cum...just as you did so wonderfully for me.&nbsp; I want to taste you...to finger you.”<br><br>He slipped his arms under her armpits and lifted her up and set her on the edge of the tub. Sam knelt between her feet.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her pussy was directly in front of his face and he leaned forward and kissed her pussy.&nbsp; His tongue flicked over her clit and then he lapped her pussy lips repeatedly from very near her asshole up over her clit and hood.&nbsp; He moaned at how smooth and warm she felt.&nbsp; He grinned as he tasted her.&nbsp; He glanced up at her face and buried his tongue in her hole.&nbsp; Sam raised his hand and caressed her tit.&nbsp; He rolled her nipple to hardness between his forefinger and thumb.&nbsp; His other hand continued to stroke her pussy and his tongue played with her clit and her opening.&nbsp; She tasted so good and he loved her musky scent.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 05:56:20</strong>
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				Irene chuckled as he brought up her barbering skill again.&nbsp; “Sam, it’s an ancient method.&nbsp; I’ll show you some—“&nbsp; she had almost said “sometime” which hinted at the future.&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; “It won’t work on your beard, but it would make you smooth, nearly as smooth as me down here...” She touched him, running the back of her fingers along his scrotum and then along the underside of his cock.<br><br>When he dropped to his knees, Irene’s hands came warily to the sides of the tub.<br><br>“Reciprocity...” she murmured.&nbsp; Good luck with that.&nbsp; She hadn’t ever had a release.&nbsp; The girls told her it was why she was so angry all the time.&nbsp; Generally she gave them a fat lip when they said that and she felt better.&nbsp; But, she didn’t want the poor man to feel like he had failed when she couldn’t climax.&nbsp; “Sam, you don’t have to worry about that.&nbsp; My parts just don’t work that way.”<br><br>She gasped as he lifted her out of the water and set her on the edge of the tub.&nbsp; She had nothing to brace on and so, as he dived into her face first, she grasped his hair.&nbsp; She stared down in shock, jerking as something came alive down there.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh, hell,” she murmured, hips jerking as he licked her, his tongue warm, his breath playing over her moist skin.&nbsp; As he stuck his tongue into her, rolling her nipple in his fingers she was gasping, jerking as he touched and licked her.&nbsp; Her fingers curled into his hair, some instinct telling her to hold on.&nbsp; She jerked once more and some angle shifted, something aligned so that his fingers made a direct hit into her pleasure center, something she had no notion she even had, and she keened between raspy breaths as she jerked herself against his mouth and hand.&nbsp; “Oh...yes...don’t stop...yes...oh, please...” she said, begging.&nbsp; And, someone heard her pleas and everything coalesced into a pulsing light with Irene at the center.&nbsp; Her hips lifted so high and fast she was afraid she would break Sam’s nose.&nbsp; But, she didn’t tell him to stop until she could take no more, almost sobbing.&nbsp; “Sam...oh, heavens, please...don’t....I can’t....”&nbsp; And, then it happened again and she shrieked because the first was just an opening act and this appeared to be the main event as she slipped, dropping so that her back was on the edge of the tub and Sam held her to him.&nbsp; Head back, she grunted, wantonly, lustily as she met his assault.&nbsp; Nothing ever felt so good.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; She’d thought getting fucked soundly was as good as it got; she’d lied to herself. <br><br>Suddenly, it all began to tickle and she jerked away from him, pushing him off with one foot and falling into the tub with a splash.<br><br>Irene surface and wiped the water from her face.&nbsp; She shoved back into a sitting position away from the man and stared at Sam, her eyes dilated and wild.&nbsp; She didn’t know what to do, which way to run.&nbsp; But, it was obvious she couldn’t stay there.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 08:29:55</strong>
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				Sam looked with horror as Irene slipped, fell into the tub, and disappeared below the surface.&nbsp; She looked crazed and frightened as her head came up out of the water.&nbsp; In an effort to calm her he moved in her direction with his hands open and his arms out from his side like wings.<br><br>“Hey . . . hey Irene . . . you’re okay,&nbsp; right?.&nbsp; I’m not going to hurt you . . . I promise.&nbsp; I’m not sure what’s got you spooked . . . or what’s going on with me to cause it . . . but you’re safe.&nbsp; I thought we were enjoying each other.”<br><br>Her eyes looked a bit wild so Sam spoke to her as he normally would.&nbsp; He was thinking normalcy might be reassuring.&nbsp; <br><br>“It’s okay to like your work . . . even more important to enjoy your play.&nbsp; It took me some time to figure it out.&nbsp; And believe me I had plenty of time.&nbsp; Can I dry you off?&nbsp; You wanna get out of the tub before we prune up?”<br><br>He was worried about her demeanor when she surfaced.&nbsp; Prior to that he’d been pretty pleased that he’d been able to get her off so beautifully just as she’d done for him.&nbsp; He began to wonder if maybe he’d forced too much on her.&nbsp; He knew that some women could be awfully sensitive if their pussies were played with too much.<br><br>“Oh gosh Irene . . . Are you okay?&nbsp; Are you hurt?”<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 08:50:27</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two-Drying out.</strong><br><br>Irene blinked at the man, hearing his words of concern.&nbsp; She tried to get her breathing back to normal but her heart was jerking around against her ribs so hard she could hardly think.<br><br>Was she crying? She wondered as her breathing came in ragged inhales and long exhales.&nbsp; She licked her lips and nodded once, sharply at the man’s question.<br><br>She stood up and carefully eased out of the tub, picking up a towel and rubbing her hair.&nbsp; She stared at the man, handing him a towel from her fully outstretched arm.<br><br>“I never washed your feet,” she said suddenly.&nbsp; Irene wrapped the towel around her body and tucked it into itself under her arm.&nbsp; “Just...uh...Have a seat.”&nbsp; She looked around the bath room, wondering where the sponge was and then seeing it in the corner, wondering how it had gotten there. <br><br>Irene shuffled over and picked up the sponge, listing into the wall, but catching herself before completely toppling over.&nbsp; There were diamonds dancing about her head and she felt sort of drunk.<br><br>“Sit down, Sam,” she said with the studious intensity of a drunk, though she was pretty sure she was over the breakfast brandy.&nbsp; “I didn’t back your wash, either,” she said.&nbsp; Something wasn’t right.&nbsp; Her brain was malfunctioning.&nbsp; “I mean I didn’t wash your goddamned back!” she said with an angry stomp of one foot.<br><br>“Quit looking at me with those eyes,” she said.&nbsp; “I’m fine.”&nbsp; Her hand strayed down to press the towel between her legs and she gasped at the still sensitive area.&nbsp; She glared at the man.&nbsp; “Do you want your back scrubbed or not?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 21:15:16</strong>
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				Day Two - Sorting Things Out<br><br>Sam was beside himself with worry about her.&nbsp; She seemed a little out of it and it made him wonder if she’d hit her head.&nbsp; He decided it was probably best to go along with her until he could sort out what was going on.&nbsp; When she told him to sit . . . he did.&nbsp; When she toweled off her pussy and flinched . . . he smirked.&nbsp; When she asked him if he wanted his back&nbsp; washed he nodded affirmatively.&nbsp; When she got close to him, he grabbed her and wrapped her up in his arms and used his skills to wrestle her onto his lap.&nbsp; He kissed her gently and then loosened his hold of her but held her enough that she had to stay put there.&nbsp; He grinned at how wet her cunt was on his thigh and how much it made him want to be inside her.<br><br>“Irene . . . Let me check the back of your head.”&nbsp; He felt the back of her head but didn’t feel any bumps or bloody spots.&nbsp; “Did any of that hurt back there where I touched you?&nbsp; I need to know that you’re okay . . . and I’m sorry if I got too carried away and made your pussy sensitive.&nbsp; You were so wonderful with me I only wanted to give you as much pleasure.&nbsp; Reciprocity... Remember?&nbsp; I told you . . .&nbsp; It’s just who I am . . . and I’m . . . well . . . I’m&nbsp; . . . oh hell never mind.”<br><br>He watched her for a reaction.&nbsp; He gently stroked his hand up and down her spine.&nbsp; He thought better of saying what he was thinking . . . but she was growing on him in a way that was unfamiliar to him and a bit scary and nice all at once.<br><br>“Damn . . . you really came beautifully . . . you know?&nbsp; I mean . . .&nbsp; Jesus, Mary, and Joseph . . . it was beautiful to be on the receiving end of it.&nbsp; You always cum like that Irene? ”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 00:39:41</strong>
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				Day Two - Getting Sorted Out<br><br><br>Irene gasped when Sam pulled her onto his lap.&nbsp; She tried to push away, but her heart wasn’t in it and he was far stronger than she.&nbsp; She settled, staring at his mouth as he spoke.&nbsp; <br><br>“I didn’t hit my head,” she said, her voice firm.&nbsp; “Reciprocity,” she repeated after him, looking down at his cock.&nbsp; She felt stupid.&nbsp; She felt lead-limbed and slow.&nbsp; It was a nice feeling.&nbsp; For a woman always on edge, this dulled-down, languid dream-like state felt very nice.<br><br>Irene looked up at him when he swore softly, and then stared at him as if he were mocking her.&nbsp; Her chin came up and that other Irene who was ready to hurl a shot glass at your head for one wrong look peeked out.&nbsp; “What do you mean?&nbsp; Always?&nbsp; Women don’t always cum.&nbsp; I don’t...I never have before, actually.&nbsp; And, let me tell you, I’ve fucked six ways to Sunday and never had that...this happen.&nbsp; The girls told me it was normal...”&nbsp; She jerked to get up, wanting to go after the girls because she was beginning to think they’d lied.&nbsp; Sam’s arms held her in place.<br><br>“And, no I don’t hurt down there.&nbsp; It’s kind of...I mean, damn, I can feel my pulse and the slight breeze when I move my legs...&nbsp; It feels fine, Sam.&nbsp; Thank you for asking,” she added, and then she grinned.&nbsp; Their conversation was absurd.&nbsp; This much time with any other man and she’d be cleaning herself up and he’d be downstairs on his third drink.&nbsp; Conversation wasn’t part of the general plan.<br><br>She suddenly felt his hand caressing her back.&nbsp; She’d been aware, but hadn’t paid that much attention.&nbsp; Now, a shiver followed his trailing fingers.<br><br>“I still haven’t washed your back, Sam.&nbsp; I could do it now, or later.&nbsp; You do have me all night,” she said, mostly checking to make sure he hadn’t changed his mind.&nbsp; She wanted that feeling again.&nbsp; Irene pictured herself chasing the man down and dragging him back.&nbsp; They’d laugh at her, but it would be worth it, she mused.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 17:53:49</strong>
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				Day Two - Getting Sorted Out<br><br>Sam grinned back at her.&nbsp; She was warm and softer and entirely appealing in her sated state.&nbsp; Her wet cunt on his thigh gave testimony to how she’d cum so beautifully for him.&nbsp; He genuinely liked her feisty attitude and her inner warmth which peeked out from beneath her crusty exterior.&nbsp; He kissed her.&nbsp; That wasn’t in his nature either ordinarily but he was caught up in that moment which seemed almost palatable between them . . . and he liked the feeling.&nbsp; Irene had been so different with him and he appreciated her differences from the few women he’d known as intimately.&nbsp; They were all fluff and whiny&nbsp; . . . and deeply superficial once he’d gotten past their outer beauty that had attracted him.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene was different in that important way.&nbsp; The more he learned about her, the more he wanted to know . . . to know her.&nbsp; He grinned wryly.&nbsp; He wanted to fuck her more than any woman he’d known.&nbsp; He wanted to have that intimate connection with her even if in a ‘business transaction.’&nbsp; Sam found himself wondering again how a woman of such depth of character and quality was working in a cathouse in this unforsaken place.<br><br>“It’d be nice if you want to wash my back Irene, but then I want to get you into your bed.”<br><br>Slowly his hand moved further down her back with each stroke until he was also caressing her perfect ass cheeks.&nbsp; He moaned as his fingers explored the cleft of her ass, and teased her quivering asshole and her juicy cunt.&nbsp; <br><br>“Mmmmm, Irene . . . you are all woman . . . in all the right places.”<br><br>He grinned as she bent over on her way to standing.<br><br>“Now that’s a mighty impressive view of you Irene.&nbsp; I’ve taken note of it for later.”<br><br>Sam licked the taste of her from his fingers and inhaled her pussy scent deeply as he did.&nbsp; There was a new pull in his body now . . . it wasn’t in his groin . . . it wasn’t at all familiar . . . but it wasn’t at all unwelcome.&nbsp; As she gathered the sponge and soap he turned his back to her and let out a deep quiet sigh in anticipation of what he wanted to do to her . . . again.&nbsp; Then he grinned broadly . . . she’d said that she’d never cum before.&nbsp; Now he had a plan.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 06:18:56</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two - afternoon </strong> <br><br>Irene felt chills run up her arms at the man’s touch.&nbsp; This wasn’t right.&nbsp; Maybe she was getting sick.&nbsp; She felt her eyes cross as his hand reached a little further and then he tasted her and she couldn’t look away from his mouth.<br><br>He moved and she got to her feet.<br><br>“Mr. Markham, you do have a way with words,” she purred, standing in front of him.&nbsp; She smiled as he gave her his back and she leaned in to kiss between his shoulder blades, flicking her tongue out to run along his spine to the top of his buttocks, ending at their crevice.&nbsp; She straightened abruptly, realizing what she’d done.&nbsp; But, it was her job to entertain him for the night; not his job to entertain her.&nbsp; So, she kissed his back some more as she washed him.&nbsp; First the soapy sponge, then the rinse with a wrung rag trickling water down his back, and then she kissed the clean area, her hands resting lightly on his hips...for balance.<br><br>Irene finished washing his back and stepped out of the tub.&nbsp; “I think you’re done, Mr. Markham,” she said, dipping to rinse the sponge in the bucket before tossing it to the rack on the wall, pleased when it landed and stayed in place.&nbsp; She held out her hand to Sam, grinning cheekily as she offered to help him from the tub.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 07:14:31</strong>
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				Sam’s body shook almost violently as he felt her mouth and tongue move down the center of his back toward his asshole.&nbsp; He liked the effect she had on him.&nbsp; He was hard and achy again as she washed and kissed his back.&nbsp; Aside from the clearly erotic effect her bathing had on him, he’d never felt so clean.&nbsp; He mused about that as she rinsed him off.<br><br>He grinned as he noticed that she spent a fair bit of time cleaning his ass.&nbsp; He’d caught her eying it when they’d first undressed.&nbsp; He watched her over his shoulder with lustful intent as she sorted out the sponges and buckets.&nbsp; Sam enjoyed looking at her as was clear from the raging erection he had as Irene offered him a hand up out of the tub.&nbsp; Her grin was intriguing and he suspected that she knew that he didn’t need her help.<br><br>As he came out of the tub in front of her, Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and as his hands kneaded the cheeks of her ass he kissed her in the French way . . . with lots of tongue play and tight hugs and caresses. <br><br>“Well Irene . . . since we never settled on a price for all this . . . I’m going to deduct five dollars each time you call me something other than Sam.&nbsp; Well you can call me names if you want to but not Markham . . . or mister.”<br><br>He took her hand and led her to the bed.&nbsp; As much as he’d enjoyed bathing with her he had a powerful need to pleasure her and fuck her.&nbsp; With a gentle nudge he had her sitting on the mattress.&nbsp; With his hands on her shoulders and his knees between her legs, Sam eased her back onto the bed.&nbsp; She looked very erotic in the position that he’d set her in.&nbsp; He rested on his elbows over her lusciously naked body.&nbsp; Sam savored the contact that their bodies made as he lowered his down onto hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;He kissed her deeply before moving south down over her breasts and then her belly as he drifted toward her cunny with kisses, licks and caresses. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 07:39:11</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two-afternoon delight(s) with Sam</strong><br><br>She lifted her face to his kiss, her eyes closing of their own accord as he deepened the kiss.&nbsp; Kissing was extra, generally.&nbsp; But, he was so damned good at it, she was thinking she might be owing him money.&nbsp; &nbsp;She ran the tip of her tongue into the corner of his mouth, then down his lower lip, nipping with lip-shrouded teeth, before returning to kissing him deeply, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, wrapping one leg around his, moaning softly.<br><br>The sound caught her attention and she blinked her eyes open.&nbsp; No. nonononoo, she thought.&nbsp; This is too much.&nbsp; But, his cock was pressing against her and she was still tight and sensitive below and...<br><br>“Well Irene . . . since we never settled on a price for all this . . . I’m going to deduct five dollars each time you call me something other than Sam.&nbsp; Well you can call me names if you want to but not Markham . . . or mister.”<br><br>She let him lead her to the bed and fell back at his light push.&nbsp; She smiled again.&nbsp; “Sam’s a good name, I guess.&nbsp; But, you seem like a Mister Markham to me,” she said with a shrug just before he pinned her to the bed, parting her legs and making her shiver with not more than a look and a touch.&nbsp; Her nipples hardened and she started to wrap her legs around him since that seemed to be the next move.&nbsp; But, he moved, pressing his warmth down on her, kissing her again.<br><br>When he moved lower, the anticipation within her built to boiling.&nbsp; She held her breath as he moved ever lower down her body and then nearly passed out as his mouth touched her once more.<br><br>Her hands fisted in the bed clothes and her back arched, meeting him, in a matter of seconds, the tightness within her exploding for the second time in her life and she gasped his name repeatedly.<br><br>She’d made a mistake, Irene knew it; she hadn’t controlled the situation and now she was going to pay.&nbsp; Even as the clenching and releasing within diminished, she was a little afraid of what was happening, afraid of what she felt.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 03:44:52</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two - Late afternoon delight(s) with Irene</strong><br><br>Sam was encouraged by her response to him.&nbsp; He was enjoying her immensely and despite her apparent internal turmoil she was enjoying him.&nbsp; With a grin up into her face Sam parted her legs widely and buried his face against her hot wet pussy.&nbsp; She bucked and writhed her encouragement of his feasting on her.&nbsp; Her smooth bald cunt was a novelty for him and he was enjoying it.&nbsp; He teased her swollen clit with his tongue lapping over it broadly and with the flicking tip of his tongue.&nbsp; He sucked her lips into his mouth and tugged on them, before his tongue caressed them.&nbsp; When it seemed that she was very near climaxing, Sam began fucking her with his tongue, pressing it inside her as deeply and as often as he was able.<br><br>She came wet and furiously and Sam was pleased.&nbsp; There was something quite pleasurable in attending to her.&nbsp; It was a rare occasion that he’d had an opportunity with a woman he really liked to give them pleasure and he was not ignoring it with Irene.<br><br>As she rebounded from another wonderful orgasm, he kissed her and stroked her shaking belly.&nbsp; He was hard and achy and his intent was to fuck her when she was ready to take him into her.&nbsp; But he wanted it to be good for both of them or it seemed pointless to him.&nbsp; It’s just who he was.&nbsp; He grinned as in his brain he could hear her saying it, ‘Reciprocity.’<br><br>“So Missus O’Rourke . . . I like how you’ve cum now . . . twice I believe.&nbsp; You ready for me?&nbsp; I really want to fuck you . . . but not until you’re ready for it.&nbsp; I don’t much care for fucking dead weight.&nbsp; It seems to me that fucking you will be nothing like that.”<br><br>He dipped his head over her face and kissed her deeply as his right hand vigorously caressed her left tit.&nbsp; “God damn it,” he muttered in the midst of that kiss when he knew that he wanted her.&nbsp; He fingered her pussy and grinned as it seemed to close in around his finger as it slid deeply into her wet heat. “Jesus, Irene . . . but I want to . . . I need to fuck you.”<br><br>He slid over atop her and kissed her hard.&nbsp; His stiff cock was between them resting on her belly and he rocked his hips which caused it to leak some of his fluid onto her belly.&nbsp; <br><br>“I can’t wait Irene . . . I’m too close from making you cum . . . I have to be in you.”<br><br>Sam shifted his body downward over her.&nbsp; His eyes were on hers the entire time.&nbsp; He sighed when his cock slid off her mound and hung between their legs with its head resting against her slit.&nbsp; He pushed his hips forward and he gasped loudly as he first entered her. “Oh my god . . . !” was all he could manage to say as he slid fully into her cunt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 04:08:01</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two </strong> &nbsp;- Easing Into Evening&nbsp; &gt;:)<br><br>Irene breathed hard, staring at the man.&nbsp; Breathing seemed to be hard work.&nbsp; Good thing she didn’t need to think about anything.&nbsp; <br><br>He was talking now, and she was watching his mouth.&nbsp; That magical mouth possessed of a tongue that make her pussy dance inside and a slow fire burn through her core.&nbsp; She had heard the compliments before; they didn’t mean much to her...except, she almost believed Mr....Sam.&nbsp; Almost.<br><br>She turned her head to the side, reaching up with a limp hand to push her hair from her face.<br><br>“I rather like it to, Sam.&nbsp; You’ll notice, I called you Sam.&nbsp; Do I get a credit for each time I say your name, Sam?”<br><br>She grinned as he came at her to assault her with a kiss, her juices still on his mouth as her tongue met his.&nbsp; There was something decidedly erotic about his kissing...about the man as a whole.&nbsp; Irene quit fighting herself and just let herself go.<br><br>He swore, breaking their kiss and her eyes bore into his, but his attention was elsewhere as he slid his finger slid into her.&nbsp; Oh my god, Irene thought, it’s already starting.&nbsp; Oh...lord...if his finger were bigger...it would rub...&nbsp; Her back arched as mind and body meshed.<br><br>“I’m ready,” she grunted as he shifted over her, shivering as she felt his cock slide down, poised at her entrance.&nbsp; He hesitated and she almost cried and then she shifted, lifting her hips up just as he slid into her, meeting him half-way.<br><br>The shock of being filled when she was so tight from cumming caused her to gasp.&nbsp; The man wasn’t small, but he felt huge inside her.&nbsp; Irene gasped and halted her movement, keeping herself raised up to meet Sam.<br><br>“Oh, Sam...my goodness.&nbsp; You may ruin me for normal life,” she hissed, easing down with him following her, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly once more as she moved her hips, feeling all of him in her and liking how she felt against him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 04:56:21</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two - Easing Into Evening</strong><br><br>“Oh Irene . . . god but it feels good to be in you.”<br><br>He grunted and strained in his desperation to cum . . . to make her cum too.&nbsp; They seemed to be a perfect match as they fucked each other . . . Irene meeting him as he pushed fully into her.&nbsp; His body was on fire . . . his throat especially.&nbsp; The air he breathed in with each gasp seemed to be already hot.&nbsp; <br><br>Her cunt grasped around him in the most wonderful ways as he moved in and out of her.&nbsp; Their bodies meeting made the most seductive wet noises.&nbsp; Sam grinned for he knew intimately how wet she was, how she smelled and how she tasted . . . and apparently he was the first to witness her first two orgasms.&nbsp; Now he was working hard to share her third with her.<br><br>Her mouth was more than just kissing him.&nbsp; It seemed that way to him anyway.&nbsp; Sam wasn’t at all clear why the kissed seemed different but it got to him . . . deeply.&nbsp; His thrusts seemed stronger and her legs and arms seemed to be hugging him as their bodies moved together like the Spanish dancers he’d seen in Mexico when he was with the Rangers.<br><br>His hands were knotted in her bed linen above her head.&nbsp; Sam used them as anchor points to pull himself into her as he spelled his legs.&nbsp; She felt so good in every way he could think of as he got closer and closer to his release, His ass was clenching and his balls were tight against his groin.<br><br>“Irene . . . I’m so fucking close . . . cum with me . . . please.&nbsp; Jesus but I want you.&nbsp; Oh Irene . . . yes . . . oh god please . . . yes . . . oh god I really like fucking you . . . oh Irene . . . it’s more than fucking . . . cum for me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 05:19:21</strong>
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				Day Two<br><br>Irene was focused on her movements, of meeting Sam, of kissing him, nipping his jaw and his lips of, her hands on his back, feeling his muscles move beneath his skin as he thrust into her.&nbsp; He was so hard in her, so very hard; she smiled because, if she were a man, she’d be that hard right now, too.&nbsp; As it was, she seemed to be grasping him with her pussy and each entry took her to the edge, but then the thrust would end and she was wanting more.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene wrapped her legs around Sam’s hips and met his thrusts, slamming herself against him as he mentioned how close he was.&nbsp; The idea of him in her, filling her even fuller was enough to make her redouble her efforts; hips and legs swinging and tightening at the perfect moment.&nbsp; Damn all, it had never felt like this.<br><br>Irene growled his name before she pressed her teeth to his shoulder.&nbsp; “Sssammmmmm,” she said, her hips moving erratically, but never quite losing the rhythm as she grabbed tightly onto him once more.&nbsp; “Oh...oh...yesss.&nbsp; Sam...cum...with me....Mmmm&nbsp; mmm.”&nbsp; Irene kissed his neck wondering why she felt moisture in her eyes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 06:30:12</strong>
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				Sam released into Irene’s quaking body.&nbsp; The way she clung to him and repeated his name as they came together touched him.&nbsp; Sam felt closer to her in those moments than he’d felt with anyone in his memory.&nbsp; He kissed her neck as their bodies continued to randomly shake and spasm as they calmed.&nbsp; Between gasps for air Sam kissed her mouth.&nbsp; Eventually he raised his upper body on his elbows and looked down into her face.&nbsp; He kissed her tenderly and caressed her cheek with his fingertips.&nbsp; When he noticed that her eyes looked they’d&nbsp; teared up, he grabbed some of the bed sheets which were quite disheveled around and under her and dabbed her eyes dry.<br><br>“Irene?&nbsp; Are you okay?&nbsp; Was I too rough with you?”<br><br><br>He kissed her softly as he shifted off of her to her right side.&nbsp; Not usually known as a sensitive man, he felt pangs of anxiety that he might have been so self-focused while they fucked that he might have hurt her.&nbsp; Sam distracted himself from those thoughts as he idly played with the closer of her nipples with his forefinger as he rested his head on his elbow and he watched her.&nbsp; She was quite beautiful he thought and he grinned about her number three.&nbsp; He had the rest of the night with her and a bankroll to cover it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 07:24:08</strong>
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				Irene slowly returned to herself as she lay beneath Sam.&nbsp; She breathed out a big breath and chuckled when he wiped her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’m fine.&nbsp; I don’t know what that is.&nbsp; Maybe my eyes came, too,” she said, jerking her eyebrows in amusement.&nbsp; She rubbed her face as he played with her breast.&nbsp; “You’re pretty good at all this, Sam.&nbsp; Maybe Madame Starr should hire you on.”<br><br><br>She felt like purring like a pleased cat.&nbsp; Instead, she eased up and sat at the edge of the bed for a moment while her head spun.&nbsp; When able she walked into the bath room and took a moment to clean up and make use of the chamber pot.<br><br>Irene looked at herself in the wavy mirror and was shocked to see she looked no different.<br><br>“I forgot to bring anything up to drink, Sam.”&nbsp; She returned to the room, all business, now.&nbsp; She padded to the table where a pitcher of water sat with two glasses.&nbsp; “Would you like some water?”&nbsp; She poured and drank down the cool water, waiting for Sam’s answer.<br><br>Her brain was functioning again, reminding her of who she was and what she was and where she was.&nbsp; She faced Sam, giving him a long look, and smiled.&nbsp; She still liked him, but she knew the reality of the situation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 03:36:41</strong>
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				Sam watched her as she sat up on the bed.&nbsp; He had an unexplained need to maintain some physical connection to her.&nbsp; So his leg rested against her as she moved and recouped on the edge of the bed.&nbsp; Their shared orgasms had been intense and shaken him a bit . . . both physically and otherwise.&nbsp; Maybe he’d say that they ‘awakened’ him like when he’d be mulling over a case . . . and then it would seem to simply come together for him.&nbsp; He watched her disappear into the tub room.&nbsp; He grinned as he recognized the routine.&nbsp; Every woman he’d known had done the same routine after they’d fucked, made love, whatever with him.&nbsp; But there was a normalcy to it with Irene that he couldn’t shake.&nbsp; Without being perverse, hearing her use the pot made him feel more hopeful about his future.<br><br>He watched Irene with fondness as she padded over to the pitcher of water and offered him some as she took some for herself.<br><br>“Yeah a cup of water would be good.&nbsp; Thanks.”<br><br>Sam climbed up off the bed and glanced back at it and grinned at how rumpled they’d managed to make it.&nbsp; He wandered over to where she stood and took her glass from her hand and drained it.&nbsp; With a wry grin he refilled it and offered it back to her.<br><br>“You look all happily fucked Irene.&nbsp; I do enjoy you . . . I have to say.&nbsp; Of course I usually say what’s on my mind, as I think you do.&nbsp; It can be a blessing and a curse.&nbsp; The worst of it is in court when you have to say only what’s been asked . . . and nothing more.&nbsp; So in the clear light of the soon to be fading sun I have to say that I intend on getting my monies worth and maybe more tonight.&nbsp; Finding you has become the bright spot in a lousy couple of weeks . . . hell months.&nbsp; I really do like spending time with you.&nbsp; What’s it you said a while ago . . . it went something like this anyway . . . ’You’ve ruined me for normal life Irene O’Rourke.’”<br><br>He took the water glass from her hand and set it down and then wrapped her up in his arms in a tight hug.&nbsp; His mouth found hers for a long hard kiss and his hand found her wet sticky slit.&nbsp; He caressed her gently, knowing how sensitive she could be down there after cumming.&nbsp; Then he eased out of their kiss and embrace and knelt in front of her.&nbsp; He insinuated her legs apart and then licked her clean of their cum as it was pooled in her opening and glazing her pretty folds.<br><br>“I do like your cunny Irene . . . it’s beautiful and right tasty.&nbsp; I like this Frenchy thing you’ve done to it . . . it’s right pretty like this . . . being able to see it and all.”&nbsp; He kissed her clit and then suckled it gently for a brief moment. “Yes ma’am . . . you are one lovely woman.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 05:38:58</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two</strong>---Evening Service<br><br>Irene watched him take her glass instead of the clean glass.&nbsp; There was something possessive about the action and she glanced up at him, seeing him smile crookedly back at her.&nbsp; She tilted her head and accepted the glass, taking a sip before handing it back.<br><br>She almost laughed at the man’s description of her.&nbsp; Happily fucked?&nbsp; She frowned in concentration, evaluating his words.&nbsp; Christ on a cracker, she thought.&nbsp; Perhaps she was.&nbsp; But, she was cynical when she spoke.<br><br>“What’s not to enjoy, Sam?” she asked, holding her arms out, mocking herself, though it might not appear so to Sam; she might seem arrogant.&nbsp; “And, you can pace yourself, Sam.&nbsp; I’m here everyday.&nbsp; It ain’t likely that I’ll be leaving anytime soon.”<br><br>“Not speaking your mind is a waste of time,” she agreed.&nbsp; &nbsp;“As well as often being a lie.&nbsp; I don’t like liars very much, Sam.”&nbsp; She grinned.&nbsp; “Notice I’m using your name?”<br><br>She chuckled against his chest as he pulled her into a hug.&nbsp; She sucked in air as his fingers moved on her.&nbsp; <br><br>“Sam...you’re...I’m supposed to be taking care of you...” she grunted.<br><br>She smiled up at him as he released her and then felt astonishment drop over her as he went to his knees before her.&nbsp; He didn’t need much force to move her legs apart and she gasped as he licked her once more.&nbsp; She stared down at his fair-haired head, the wide shoulders...yes, down to his ass.&nbsp; Where was he eight years ago, she wondered.&nbsp; As he drew her sensitive clit into his mouth, her hands dropped to his head, her fingers curling into his hair.&nbsp; That thing had been dead all her life and it chose now...NOW...to come alive.&nbsp; Traitorous body, she thought...but she smiled.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 05:11:22</strong>
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				Sam was in heaven.&nbsp; He liked nothing better than scent and taste of a woman.&nbsp; None however held a candle to Irene O’Rourke.&nbsp; Despite her current vocation she was sweet and fresh . . . and she thought she was in charge.&nbsp; He grinned against her pussy when she gasped as his tongue spread her pussy lips and then lapped up their cum.&nbsp; The only encouragement he needed was her taste but when her body quivered, her knees seemed to sag and her fingers combed into his hair he was as happy as a pig in mud.<br><br>Sam’s hands moved up and down the backs of her legs as he feasted on her.&nbsp; Every once in a while his hands cupped and massaged her ass cheeks.&nbsp; There was nothing about this woman that Sam didn’t find appealing.&nbsp; When it seemed like she might be getting close, Sam stood and kissed her hard.&nbsp; With a lift and a turn he took her off her feet and set her ass on the table’s edge.&nbsp; He spread her legs wide and tapped his hard prick against her clit, getting it harder and slick with her juices.<br><br>He held her gaze as his hand guided his cock inside her.&nbsp; He stood very close to her and his hands went to her hips and he began a slow languid fuck.&nbsp; He groaned each time his cock almost left her and then hissed with pleasure as he filled her with all of him.&nbsp; He lifted her chin with the knuckle of his right hand and kissed her mouth.&nbsp; His tongue traced her lips before he broke the kiss and drew her tightly against him.&nbsp; The slow steady tempo was making his body twitch as his need for release built.&nbsp; He hoped the same was true for her.&nbsp; He wanted her to cum with him, for some unexplainable reason it had become important for him.&nbsp; His ass&nbsp; clenched tightly with each push into her heat.&nbsp; Sam liked fucking her that was the truth.<br><br>“Irene . . . god but I like fucking you.”<br><br>He kissed her hard as his tempo involuntarily increased.&nbsp; His thrusts were shallower and faster.&nbsp; His breathing had changed too, which told him he was very close&nbsp; &nbsp;Sam felt his balls tighten and his cock swell inside her and he was there. He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled their bodies down there together as he shook and came violently inside her.<br><br>He gasped, “Oh god Irene . . . you truly have ruined me . . . god damn . . . I love how you cum.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 06:14:16</strong>
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				Day 2, Evening<br><br>She was putty in his hands.&nbsp; She both hated and loved the feeling.&nbsp; For a woman so very self-controlled, so very contained within, this was a new sensation. Irene saw his smile as he realized the power he held over her...here.&nbsp; .<br><br>Her eyes became heavy-lidded as he continued his tongue-lashing of her pussy.&nbsp; His warm hands roving over her legs and ass helped distract her for a moment.&nbsp; Irene wanted to grab his hair and drag his face to hers to kiss him.&nbsp; Yet, the ecstatic feeling, the building tension that came with euphoric release was so very near...&nbsp; <br><br>She let him have his way, combing her fingers through his hair as the tightness within built to an excruciating level.&nbsp; And, then he stopped.<br><br>The gasp came from her lips unbidden.&nbsp; &nbsp;“No...” she said and then was silenced by his kiss.&nbsp; It had been what she wanted, until she’d been on the verge of coming.&nbsp; His mouth quickly convinced her she still wanted this, her tongue dueling with his as her hands moved to the back of his neck, up to his head and pulled both him and herself closer, deepening the kiss.<br><br>The cool table against her ass was a surprise.&nbsp; When he spread her legs and pushed inside the surprise continued as it seemed what she’d really wanted was his cock inside of her.&nbsp; Muscles constricted as she latched onto him, back arching and head thrown back.&nbsp; She gasped, “Yes....Sam...oh, please...” And, he was kissing her again, so sweetly her eyes stung.&nbsp; When he held her, rocking into her, her arms went around him and she kissed wherever her lips landed, licking his collarbone before sucking his salty skin.&nbsp; They’d worked up a bit of a sweat after their bath, she mused, allowing herself a smile of her own.<br><br>Her heels hooked around his legs, pulling her to him as he moved into her.&nbsp; Her hands slid down his back, feeling the exit wound scars as her fingers lightly ran to his hips, grabbing his ass much as he grasped hers, pulling him into her and pressing, grinding against him as he filled her.<br><br>Irene felt his cock swell further; it was the last thing she needed before she came once more, a slow rush infusing her body as she pulsed along with him, grabbing him as he came within her.&nbsp; The sensation seemed to go on and on as she shuddered, unable and unwilling to stop the feelings as they washed over her.<br><br>She held him, kissing his throat as he trembled, hips jerking.&nbsp; Irene ran her hands up his back, holding him, caressing him.&nbsp; “My god, that was beautiful,” she thought and then realized she’d said the words out loud and froze, afraid of what he’d think—afraid of what she did think.&nbsp; Too much desert sun, she told herself, closing her eyes tightly and gritting her teeth angrily as she thought it.&nbsp; <br><br>And, then he spoke, said her name and her face relaxed into a smile and she even conjured up a chuckle.&nbsp; “That’s my line, Mister...” she leaned back a little to grin at him, looking at his pale eyes and moving her hand to brush a lock of hair she’d clutched off of his forehead.&nbsp; “That’s my line, Sam.&nbsp; I fear it holds true for me, still,” she admitted.&nbsp; She didn’t feel weakened by this admission.&nbsp; In fact, it felt empowering to speak the words aloud.&nbsp; She smiled again and leaned in to kiss his neck, his jaw, and then his mouth, nipping along his upper lip and then tugging his lower lip with her teeth, her legs still around him, not quite ready to let him move away; he felt very good right where he was.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 07:20:39</strong>
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				Sam heard Irene say the words, <em>“My god, that was beautiful.” </em> <br><br>They echoed in his head and matched his own internal thoughts.&nbsp; That she thought it and said it, even if unintentionally, meant more than a little to him.&nbsp; Sam suspected though that she’d not intended to share them with him, just based on some of her offhanded comments and the periodic businesslike attitude she’d taken with him.&nbsp; He liked how they were for the moment.&nbsp; It seemed to Sam that a connection was growing between them . . . something he’d not intended or wanted until she’d half snarled at him down at the bar at their first meeting.&nbsp; There was something about her pluckiness and her confidence that caught his interest.<br><br>With her legs and arms wrapped around him and his cock still in her Sam had no interest in going anywhere.&nbsp; He liked how they’d gotten where they were, how they’d both seemed to want it, how they both seemed to want it to last a while longer.&nbsp; He held her tenderly as she kissed him nearly everywhere within reach of her mouth.&nbsp; He grinned as he savored the moment.&nbsp; Her mouth was wonderful how she used it on him and it was quite physically appealing to look at too.&nbsp; <br><br>He whispered into her closest ear, “Irene . . . you have a beautiful mouth . . . not only in appearance but in functioning.&nbsp; Mmmm . . . I like how you’re using it right now for instance.”<br><br>He sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth and grazed his teeth lightly over it before releasing it.&nbsp; His hands lightly caressed the side of her tits which were at that moment pressed nicely against his chest.&nbsp; He kissed her gently . . . at least until his stomach made a loud growling-like sound.&nbsp; He broke the kiss as he blushed from embarrassment.<br><br>“Please excuse my rude stomach.&nbsp; You know Irene . . . aside from the oral stuff, we’ve not eaten anything since we came up here.&nbsp; I’m getting a mite hungry.&nbsp; But I have no intentions of moving from this spot until we have to . . . or . . . until we both decide it’s time too.&nbsp; You suppose the kitchen down there can rustle us a couple of good steaks and stuff to go with them? ...and say . . . maybe a couple beers or some wine?&nbsp; I’ll pay for it . . . naturally . . . both . . . yours and mine.”<br><br>He felt his cock shrinking and he wasn’t ready to pull away from her so he pressed into her body a bit firmer.&nbsp; Her tits felt good against him too.&nbsp; In fact at that moment he could not remember a time that was even close to how good he felt with her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 08:20:50</strong>
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				Day Two-Evening<br>&nbsp;<br>It felt good to be held and to hold someone.&nbsp; Irene wasn’t one of the girls the men wanted to spend the night with.&nbsp; Generally it was a quick roll in the sack or an even faster cock-sucking and they were up and out and she was back behind the bar, pulling beers and pouring whisky.&nbsp; The Saguaro wasn’t a volume-based brothel; if she had a John a day she was doing well.&nbsp; Of course, it helped that she took care of the bar.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam interrupted her thoughts, kissing her back, his mouth on her ear making her shiver slightly.&nbsp; He wasn’t like her dead husband; Timothy had been all about his own needs and Irene always suspected that he’d met someone before she’d arrived, but he was a man of his word and wouldn’t break their contract.&nbsp; And, they’d grown to like each other, even if her hard-headedness had caused them to fight more than anything.&nbsp; Sam didn’t seem to take offense from her words.&nbsp; He just countered, fighting back subtly.&nbsp; <br><br>Another time, another place, Irene mused, resting her head against his throat, her fingers running back and forth across his chest as she leaned a bit to the side.<br><br>“You like my mouth,” she repeated, amused.&nbsp; “You like my lips...both sets...particularly when they’re wrapped around your cock,” she said.<br><br>Irene eased back from him as his stomach growled, grinning crookedly.&nbsp; “I guess you have worked up an appetite,” she said, not sure how to disengage from him, short of a shove.&nbsp; She moved closer to him, kissed his chin.&nbsp; “I’ll get you what you want,” she said.&nbsp; “But, us going down there like this might upset Guinevara and the customers.”&nbsp; She grinned at the man, unwinding her legs from his and pushing him back by moving herself to the edge of the table.&nbsp; To put her feet to the ground, she had to part from him and the moist sound of him sliding free, as well as the light touch was enough to make her nipples harden and gooseflesh to run up her arms.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene trailed her fingers down his arm and walked carefully to the bath room.&nbsp; She was a little stiff, but not so bad that she limped.&nbsp; She dipped a cloth in a bucket of clean water.&nbsp; She looked back at the doorway and then dipped another cloth.&nbsp; She gave herself a quick wash, rinsed her cloth and set it over her shoulder to return to Sam and gently wiped his cock clean.&nbsp; She bent and gave him a kiss low on his belly.&nbsp; She wanted to do more...&nbsp; If they started again...&nbsp; She straightened and looked Sam in the eye, a long look with some heat in it.&nbsp; Shaking her head slightly, she turned away to get clothes.<br><br>“There’s bread in the basket and butter.&nbsp; Help yourself, Sam.&nbsp; I won’t be gone long...”&nbsp; <br><br>She pulled on a long, full skirt of white cotton, embroidery around the bottom, and its matching blouse.&nbsp; They were of local design, cool and loose, easy to put on.&nbsp; She slid her feet into some leather moccasins and went to the door.&nbsp; “Steak and...beer?” she checked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 06:52:13</strong>
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				Sam, usually not the sentimental type, was strangely affected by their bodies separating.&nbsp; They’d been so close, literally and figuratively for several moments longer he’d expected Irene to allow them to remain, or for him to frankly be comfortable with.&nbsp; It had been nice and tender the way they’d been with each other with the touching and kissing.&nbsp; He was getting very used to this woman.&nbsp; When they separated and his cock left her pussy, it had surprised him how much he missed being in her.<br><br>He watched her slip down off the table and walk a bit stiffly into the tub room.&nbsp; He grinned as he thought about why she might be stiff, and secondly because the feminine ritual was perpetuating itself.&nbsp; He quietly padded to the side of the room where the doorway into the tub room was situated.&nbsp; He peeked around and quickly caught an unnoticed glimpse of Irene cleaning her pussy with a wet cloth.&nbsp; These little domestic moments were not new to him but with Irene they were of some interest to him.&nbsp; <br>Sam was a bit done in from their last fuck, both physically and emotionally.&nbsp; It had lasted a fair amount of time and they both had seemed to be more engaged with each other than the others before it.&nbsp; He liked being engaged when he was having sex.&nbsp; It seemed rather empty otherwise.&nbsp; He’d never been with a ‘professional’ woman either until Irene . . . but he’d have found a way to be with her if she’d been working in a bakery.&nbsp; He was kind of helpless in that way . . . as if she’d cast some spell on him.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam’s attention returned to reality as he heard her approaching him.&nbsp; She looked like a woman who had been well fucked.&nbsp; There was a kind of glow about her and she seemed somehow softer . . . and less stiff with him . . . he smiled and chuckled since he was now less stiff too.&nbsp; He gasped when she washed his cock and balls with the cloth and then bent down and kissed his belly.&nbsp; His body shivered when her hands and lips made contact with his skin.&nbsp; His cock twitched as she tended to him.&nbsp; When she stood there was a sultry seductive quality to the way she looked at him.&nbsp; He wanted her too.&nbsp; It seemed that he couldn’t get enough of her.&nbsp; But she was getting them dinner so he let her have some peace.&nbsp; He glanced at the table when she mentioned the bread.&nbsp; He shook his head and laughed.<br><br>“I’d not noticed it there even with us fucking so close to it.”<br><br>She looked fresh and pretty in her white skirt and blouse.&nbsp; It was well suited to her coloring and shape.&nbsp; He idly thought about taking it off of her when she got back . . . ’after dinner of course’ he inwardly smirked.&nbsp; He was powerfully hungry . . . for dinner . . . and for her.&nbsp; He did notice that Irene was naked but for the skirt and blouse.&nbsp; That caused another set of images to take shape in his brain which didn’t so much involve undressing her.<br><br>He smiled as she turned at the door to confirm his menu choices.&nbsp; “Yeah steak and beer . . . maybe some whisky too, please.&nbsp; Don’t let them cremate the meat&nbsp; . . . okay?”<br><br>She was suddenly gone and he missed her as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.&nbsp; The spot where he rested one hand was damp and when he brought it to his face it smelled of her and he smiled.&nbsp; He wanted to smell a lot more of her . . . after their night together . . . but how?&nbsp; His brain started refining his ‘plan’ as he stretched out on the bed where he’d made her cum the second time and fucked her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 07:33:45</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two -</strong> Evening / Reprieve to fetch food. . .<br><br>Irene closed the door behind her and took a deep breath.&nbsp; The man was intoxicating and she wasn’t the sort to indulge in such things.&nbsp; Of course, there were extenuating circumstances and they were now numerous.&nbsp; She smiled a lascivious smile as she struck off for the saloon.<br><br><strong>---&gt; Saloon</strong><br>Irene walked carefully down the stairs, glancing at the room, noting that the girls were busily serving drinks and Guinevera was there, too.&nbsp; Irene made a beeline for the kitchen and placed the order, asking for the meat and some of the sweet corn on the side.&nbsp; She then made her way back to the bar.<br><br>“Hello, ma’am,” Irene said.&nbsp; “Buenos noches, senoritas.”&nbsp; She didn’t speak all that much Spanish, but enough to get by.&nbsp; “I’ve got an all-nighter, ma’am.&nbsp; But, he’s a bit hungry and I’m taking food to the room.”&nbsp; Irene poured tequila into small glasses and set them before the men in front of her, smiled and took the coins they slid her way.<br><br>She found a half-bottle of good whiskey and also filled a small pitcher with beer, placing them on the back counter with glasses.<br><br>Irene continued to serve drinks to patrons, working quickly and moving easily around the other girls.&nbsp; Life behind the bar was rather like a ballet if done right.&nbsp; And, if done right, glasses didn’t get broken and the drinks remained in the glasses up to the point the customer drank them.<br><br>Her eyes moved over the room, noting the Marshal’s absence and the presence of a newcomer who was sitting with an unfamiliar girl.<br><br>“Fresh blood, ma’am?” she asked, nodding to Carmen.&nbsp; “If he didn’t look like he might break a sweat if she smiles, he could look like trouble,” she said, evaluating the man.<br><br>Across the room the cook came out to wave her spatula...or was it a knife?...at Irene.<br><br>“Damn...” Irene muttered.&nbsp; “She wants to be rid of me quick if those steaks are done already. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 04:46:07</strong>
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				<strong>Day 2 ~ Irene O'Rourke's Room ~ Supper time</strong><br><br>Sam lay for a while in the bed smelling her on his hand.&nbsp; He grinned at how much he liked the scent and taste of her.&nbsp; He shook his head . . . he was in it bad . . . he knew from his only other experience.&nbsp; He was fine with it . . . he just hoped that if it came to anything . . . he chuckled at the pun . . . that would be much longer than the previous one.&nbsp; He rolled over onto his belly and smiled.&nbsp; He could smell her even in her pillows, though it was obviously another scent.<br><br>Feeling a bit sappy and not as tough as his reputation portrayed him, he got himself up and sat on the bed looking at the door she’d left from.&nbsp; Idly his hand found her wet spot again and savored the scent of her sweet pussy.&nbsp; Then after gathering himself together he wandered over to the table and tore off a hunk of bread and slathered it with some butter and ate it.<br><br>He grinned at himself in the mirror and shook his head as he saw what a mess he was.&nbsp; He gathered the cloth she’d used and washed his face, chest and pits.&nbsp; He tossed the cloth in the corner thinking it would be too gross to use it again.&nbsp; He slipped on his trousers and fastened his belt.&nbsp; He wandered from the tub room over to the door to the balcony.&nbsp; He opened the door and stepped out onto the cool tiled floor.&nbsp; He wondered if Irene spent any time out there as it seemed to be a pleasant spot.&nbsp; He leaned on the stone railing and surveyed the street below from one end to the other.&nbsp; <br><br>His gut was telling him they were near, just as his informant had intimated.&nbsp; Since he was no longer a Ranger, he only had jurisdiction over matters before the court as detailed in the bulletins in his bags.&nbsp; The Judge had asked him to review the file since he was coming here anyway.&nbsp; That was enough to come here to the saloon.&nbsp; He’d been a Ranger back then but he’d not been involved in the case.&nbsp; There had been a suspicion among some of his colleagues that the case had not been given the attention it deserved, that there was something going on behind it, and that the&nbsp; widow was asking for more attention to it and wasn’t getting it for some reason.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now he was freelancing without a portfolio as the judge had cautioned him as he’d sought his opinion of the case.&nbsp; He knew that if things went south for him the Judge would have his back.&nbsp; Finding that Irene was as solid a citizen as he’d found her to be in the files he’d read made him happy.&nbsp; Finding her to be such a wonderful woman that he was more than fond of . . . well that was an added bonus and an unexpected blessing.&nbsp; The whole day they’d had so far was never part of anything.&nbsp; It had been entirely impulsive on his part.&nbsp; He felt drawn to her some how and God but he liked her . . . he chuckled to himself . . . heck he more than liked her.&nbsp; He didn’t want anything to screw that up . . . that he couldn’t bare . . . to have hurt her or to lose her in anyway were not outcomes that were acceptable to him . . . and he was always deadly serious about his outcomes.&nbsp; He gnawed on the bread some.&nbsp; It was excellent bread and it did tide him over but his growling stomach told him what he already knew . . . he was hungry for more.&nbsp; He snickered aloud “and that includes more of missus O’Rourke.”&nbsp; <br><br>He had a sudden wild curiosity about where she was and walked back into her room and quickly strode across it to the inner door.&nbsp; After making sure that her door didn’t self-lock he stepped out into the open hallway which overlooked the bar.&nbsp; He smiled as he saw her working the bar.&nbsp; He grinned as he wondered if that time might be deducted from his tab as it clearly benefitted the house and not so much him and the time he would be paying for would overlap it.&nbsp; This would be a good test of Irene’s boss.&nbsp; They’d never discussed the money and he was happy for that . . . he liked how they were . . . he didn’t want the money to tarnish it any more than it already did.&nbsp; He didn’t care about the money as he had plenty.&nbsp; Besides everything he thought or felt about her aside . . . she was worth every cent she was due.&nbsp; He didn’t care about her job either . . . that wasn’t who she was, it was what she did to earn a livelihood.&nbsp; He did care that she’d lost her ranch and her husband and had ended up here only for lack of any other way to take care of herself.&nbsp; He also cared if because of her job that’s only how she saw him . . . as a customer.&nbsp; When the cook came out of the kitchen waving some implement at Irene, he stifled a chuckle as he wondered what was going on between those two and decided that it was best to duck back into her room.&nbsp; <br><br>Once inside he used her brush and tidied up his hair and put his shirt on and tucked it into his trousers.&nbsp; She’d be dressed when she returned and it would be all right to be civilized and clothed while they ate.&nbsp; He had designs on her skirt though . . . her blouse too for that matter . . . unless she objected strenuously.&nbsp; It did look like a nice piece of needle work and it looked great on her.&nbsp; He didn’t want to soil it if it caused her discomfort so he’d go with her initial reaction to what he wanted.&nbsp; Sam did admit to himself that of course knowing she was naked under it might have added bias to his opinion some.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 06:46:24</strong>
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				Irene made it as far as the door and then had to do some shifting to get one hand free.&nbsp; She opened the door, proud of herself for not spilling anything, and stepped into the room.<br><br>She glanced around and saw Sam and smiled.&nbsp; “Dinner is served, Mr...ummm... Sam.”&nbsp; She set the tray on the bed and went to pull the little table where Sam had so recently fucked her away from the wall.&nbsp; She lifted the back drop-leaf and then hurriedly unloaded the food onto the table.<br><br>“Try a cucumber,” she said, plucking a chunk from a small bowl and holding it to Sam’s mouth.&nbsp; “I’ve been smelling it the entire way up and it smells wonderful; so fresh and clean.&nbsp; But, I don’t want to eat until you do,” she added, waiting until he took the bite before she tasted the vegetable for herself.<br><br>“Isn’t it good?” she asked, running into the bath room to grab the stool and bring it to the table.&nbsp; She brought the chair from beside the bed, taking the pile of clothes from the seat and dropping them to the floor.&nbsp; Irene set the chair at the table opposite the stool.<br><br>She looked at Sam, catching him watching her...perhaps looking at her clothing a bit closely; it was a pretty outfit, light and airy, not like European clothing at all.&nbsp; Or, perhaps there was a spot from working the bar.&nbsp; Irene looked down to make sure she hadn’t slopped anything on herself.<br><br>“Sam?&nbsp; Are you ready for dinner?” she asked, gesturing at the table.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 03:09:37</strong>
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				Irene’s Room ~ Feeding Time<br><br>Sam heard some noise at Irene’s door.&nbsp; His first instinct was to go for his gun, just in case.&nbsp; But his gun was clear across the room hanging on a hook.&nbsp; ‘And well it should be!’&nbsp; Sam thought to himself when he realized it was more than likely to be Irene or one of the kitchen help with their dinner.&nbsp; She was in the door before he could get to it.&nbsp; He smiled as she hefted the tray onto the bed and got busy setting up the table for dinner.<br><br>She was bright and bubbly and it made him happy...and very much horny for her.&nbsp; He liked that too.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was an old saying that came to mind that he remembered that his father had said more than once...it was one of the few wise things he learned from the man...it was something like ‘a happy wife means a happy life.’&nbsp; Granted Irene wasn’t his wife...not that was a thought he cringed at...but the lesson still applied.&nbsp; He took the cucumber into his mouth when she offered it and as she said it was clean, crisp, and fresh in texture, smell and taste.<br><br>Sam nodded in agreement about the cucumber, it was every bit as good as she said.&nbsp; “It’s mighty fine, Irene.”<br><br>He wandered over to the table to see what else she’d brought them and to see if he could help in any way. But in Irene form she’d setup everything in no time.&nbsp; He did notice the lack of furniture indicated that this might be something that was a bit out of the ordinary for her to have someone dine with her in her room.&nbsp; Sam took note of that and smiled broadly.<br><br>He cringed though as she dropped what looked like her clean clothes on the floor so she could move the chair to the table.&nbsp; He strode over to the pile and picked it up and brushed off the item on the bottom to free it from anything that had been on the floor and set it on her bed.&nbsp; It was something that felt lacy and silky against his hand...and he took note of that too.&nbsp; He set the pile noticeably distant from the famous wet spot.&nbsp; He looked down at it and recognized that it had sadly shrunk in size from drying out.&nbsp; <br><br>Then Sam looked over at her as she stood by the table apparently waiting for him to join her.&nbsp; He looked her over and never once thought anything about the fact that she’d nothing on under her pretty dress.&nbsp; She was absolute radiant...beautiful in it.&nbsp; It was an image of her that he knew he’d always remember.&nbsp; He smiled as she self consciously looked herself over.&nbsp; When she bid him to join her, he walked over to her and embraced her and gave her a deep strong kiss.<br><br>“Thank you Irene...for this spread I wish you could have told me that it was so heavy...I’d have come down and helped you with it.&nbsp; Oh...and Irene...thank you for wearing that pretty dress...you look absolutely beautiful in it.”<br><br>He kissed her again and let his hand clasp behind her at her waist.&nbsp; He looked at her for a moment and then sheepishly smiled as he remembered the meal she’d brought up for them and his manners which seemed appropriate since they both had clothes on. <br><br>He pulled the chair out for her.&nbsp; “Madame...if you’d please join me?”<br><br>The food looked delicious and smelled so too, but all Sam really wanted was to make love to Irene.&nbsp; He inwardly smiled at his use of the phrase in his thoughts.&nbsp; It was true enough...that’s exactly what he wanted to do.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 06:26:11</strong>
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				Irene smiled as he took the bite from her fingers, watching his mouth.&nbsp; She did like his mouth—a lot.&nbsp; And, that excellent mouth formed her name quite often, she noticed, setting things up.&nbsp; Did he enjoy saying her name?&nbsp; He said it nicely, drawing out the second syllable a little.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes widened at her own thoughts.&nbsp; What was she thinking?&nbsp; She poured beer into glasses and yanked the cork out of the whisky bottle with her teeth and carefully set the cork on the tray.<br><br>“Oh, I managed fine, Sam.&nbsp; Thank you.&nbsp; The door knob was a bit of a challenge...” Irene smiled.&nbsp; “But they made hips to rest things on, right?”&nbsp; She straightened from setting the table as Sam walked up.&nbsp; “Yo---ooh,” she grunted as he pulled her close for a kiss.&nbsp; It was such a surprise she fell right into it, rising to her toes, arms around Sam.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene laughed softly at the compliment.&nbsp; “Thank you.&nbsp; Ooomph.”&nbsp; He pulled her close once more.&nbsp; She drew her hands up to hold his face, kissing him back.&nbsp; Her lashes fluttered open as he lifted his lips from hers.&nbsp; She smiled slowly.&nbsp; “You know, Sam, I think we don’t have to worry about cooling off.&nbsp; But, the meat is getting cold---not that I mind,” she added, giving him another quick kiss, her fingertips on his jaw.&nbsp; “You might pass out from hunger,” she whispered.&nbsp; “And, that just won’t do.”<br><br>She had brought the chair for him, but he pulled it out for her in such a gallant manner that she would feel churlish if she declined.&nbsp; She settled on the chair.<br><br>“I’m sorry this isn’t a better set up, Sam.”&nbsp; She didn’t want to reference the other girls who had longer visits or that the majority of men who did come up to her room were gone in well under an hour and she had no need of furniture beyond what was in the room.&nbsp; She chided herself for her “delicate” consideration; it just didn’t feel right to make mention of those things to Sam.<br><br>Irene looked at the table and realized that she’d forgotten napkins.&nbsp; She was horrified, like this was final proof that she had turned into the job she did.&nbsp; She looked around her room for something that could double; short of ripping the sheets she couldn’t think of anything.&nbsp; She stared down at her plate, a huge lump in her throat.&nbsp; She’d had one task and forgetting the napkins made her feel like she’d failed at everything.&nbsp; At least there was silverware and glasses, they wouldn’t have to eat like animals...&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn’t look at Sam.&nbsp; She tried to tell her this was a minor flaw.&nbsp; But, there had been a time when she set a fine table.&nbsp; Irene picked up her fork, her knuckles going white as she clenched it tightly in her fist.&nbsp; That, she reminded herself, was another time.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 04:22:47</strong>
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				Once she was settled in the chair, which he was sure was intended for him, he grinned and kissed her neck.&nbsp; With a smile still stuck on his face he walked around to the other side of the table and sat in the stool.&nbsp; He took a bite of his steak and moaned.&nbsp; The food was as good as it smelled and looked.<br><br>It was a pleasant setting . . . the two of them having a meal . . . sitting across from each other.&nbsp; Then he noticed the expression on her face which changed from light and happy into something else.&nbsp; It was some thing horror . . . or panic . . . but then one of angry disgust as she looked around the room.&nbsp; Her knuckles were white as she looked like she was choking the life out of her fork.&nbsp; He took a swallow of beer because he was parched and then stood, grabbed the stool and moved around the table to sit by her.<br><br>“Irene?&nbsp; What’s troubling you baby?&nbsp; You were so bright and happy . . . and now . . . well what’s wrong?”<br><br>He lightly moved some of her hair to behind her ear so he could better see her face and then rested his hand lightly on her forearm.<br><br>“Please?&nbsp; Let me take care of it . . . of you.”<br><br>Sam picked up her hand and, being careful that the fork was pointed away from him, kissed the back of her hand as he slipped the fork out of her grip.<br><br>He managed a smile for her, “Have I mentioned how beautiful you are in that dress?&nbsp; Especially now that you’re unarmed?”<br><br>He was distressed seeing her so down.&nbsp; Inside his head he was speaking what he felt, but what Sam was sure she probably didn’t want to hear. ‘ Jesus I hate seeing you like this . . . and not knowing how to make it right.’<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 06:21:38</strong>
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				Day Two-Evening<br><br>Irene tried to breathe normally.&nbsp; At once she felt like a failure and a fool for caring.&nbsp; But, she did.&nbsp; That was something about emotions; sometimes they made no sense at all, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel them.<br><br>Sam’s touch startled her.&nbsp; He’d called her “baby.”&nbsp; She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and saw his concern and now she just felt stupid.&nbsp; She was a courtesan, a fancy name for whore, not a housewife.&nbsp; This wasn’t about her, even if Sam made her forget that.&nbsp; This was about him having a good time.&nbsp; And, she was supposed to make sure that he did have a good time, not bother him with her stupid notions of a life far in the past.<br><br>“It’s nothing, Sam.&nbsp; I’m being...I don’t know...”&nbsp; She shrugged, but wouldn’t look right at him as he removed the fork from her hand and kissed that same hand.<br><br>Irene didn’t feel beautiful; she felt ragged and worn.&nbsp; But, she held that inside along with her other inadequacies.<br><br>She looked at him when he moved into her line of vision. She stared at his eyes, his lips, his whole face.&nbsp; She leaned into him and kissed him.&nbsp; That was something she was good at; kissing.&nbsp; Irene nipped his lower lip and kissed his chin, running her tongue back up to his mouth for a deeper kiss, her tongue slipping between his lips, though a little tentative, unsure now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 03:43:31</strong>
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				Sam had been around people long enough that he generally had an idea of what they were up to when he’d talk to them in his current job and when he’d been a Ranger.&nbsp; As sweet and seductive as Irene’s kisses were, he just knew that she was trying to take him off track.&nbsp; He grinned into her mouth as his hand slipped inside her blouse and caressed her right tit.&nbsp; It was so tempting to let her succeed but he knew that wouldn’t solve her issue or bring them any closer together.&nbsp; He needed that and wanted that more than anything he could recall in that moment . . . being close with her.<br><br>“I’m not sure what’s going on inside that lovely head of yours Irene O’Rourke . . . but I do know when I’m being diverted . . . even though this mouth of yours . . . ”&nbsp; He kissed her softly. “...and your luscious body . . . god but I do like your body . . . ”&nbsp; His hand cupped her tit and gently rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger . . . ”are wonderful enough to seduce me away from my concern for you.&nbsp; You might have noticed that I’m a bit head strong on some things that interest me.&nbsp; Which is how we ended up here in the first place.”<br><br>He took her hands and held them tenderly as he looked at her.&nbsp; “This ain’t no interrogation . . . and while I might or might not have designs on you and our time together . . . you don’t owe me squat about stuff you decide ain’t any of my god damned business.&nbsp; But Irene . . . I’ll be truthful . . . I like you . . . I like everything I know about you . . . and when you’re not being stubborn about this job of yours . . . and how it’s who you are bullshit . . . I like how we are together.&nbsp; I feel good with you . . . I was hoping you were starting to feel the same.&nbsp; I hate to see you happy and bright one minute and then so distressed the next . . . so . . . if you want to tell me&nbsp; . . . I’ll listen and talk with you about it as best as I can . . . if that’ll help . . . or we can finish this wonderful meal and move on past it.&nbsp; I’m hoping you’ll trust me enough to tell me what’s got you so unhappy.”<br><br>He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt.&nbsp; His anxiety about being there for her had him sweating a bit fearfully, as his mind played an all too familiar plea . . . ”Please dear god, don’t let me fuck this up.” <br><br>Sam really cared for her, but he’d never felt like he was any good at being a support to anyone.&nbsp; He’d thought of that once or twice before when things had gone badly with someone that he cared about or wanted to care about.&nbsp; He’d once or twice come to the conclusion that that was probably why he didn’t have anyone . . . but Irene had somehow changed him in that way.&nbsp; She was a very strong woman . . . maybe the strongest he’d ever met and he admired her as much as he liked her . . . and that was a new thing too.&nbsp; In his work and in his life that combination had never seemed to really happen before he met her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 06:26:31</strong>
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				Irene smiled as she seemed to be managing things.&nbsp; She pressed against him, his hand on her skin, toying with her breast.&nbsp; And, then Sam ruined it all, letting her know he saw through her scheme. <br><br>Irene leaned back, listening, staring at him.&nbsp; She heaved a sigh.&nbsp; “Sit down, Sam.&nbsp; Eat your supper before it’s completely cold.”&nbsp; She held his gaze a moment longer, waiting for him to release her hands.&nbsp; When she was free, she moved his plate next to hers so he could sit beside her while he ate; he’d already moved the stool.&nbsp; <br><br>“It’s just...&nbsp; Sam, you’re really amazing---an incredible lover, handsome, smart, just tough enough to call me on my...bullshit?...”&nbsp; She laughed.&nbsp; “For a while, I wasn’t thinking about what brought you here, or me for that matter.&nbsp; I was just thinking about you and that I was actually taking care of someone.”&nbsp; And, enjoying it, she added to herself.&nbsp; She smiled a little, her eyes a bit sad.&nbsp; “I came west to be a wife.&nbsp; I married a man I didn’t even know.&nbsp; I respected him and he was good to me, but we didn’t love each other.”&nbsp; She paused after that admission.&nbsp; “We made an agreement and stuck by it.&nbsp; I don’t know how it would have turned out, because he died.&nbsp; The official ruling was that he shot himself, either by accident or with intent.&nbsp; The truth is, Tim was a good man with a gun.&nbsp; And, he was on his horse.”&nbsp; She paused, remembering how wrong it all seemed and how everyone looked at her like she might have killed Tim, even though she was the one pointing out all the reasons why he couldn’t have shot himself.&nbsp; They called her hysterical.&nbsp; They called her a murderer and determined Tim was dead by an accident, the kind of accident that, when spoken about, people widened their eyes and put an odd emphasis on the word.&nbsp; “I don’t believe the bullet that killed Tim was self-inflicted, Sam.”&nbsp; Irene frowned, wondering why she was telling him this when she was upset over napkins.&nbsp; “Anyhow, back in that other life, Irene O’Rourke was a wife.&nbsp; She lived in a nice house, nothing grand.&nbsp; Comfortable.&nbsp; But, when she set a table, it had all the necessities.&nbsp; Not like now.&nbsp; Now, this Irene eats food made by other people and forgets napkins.”&nbsp; <br><br>The intensity of his stare nearly burned a hole in her skin.&nbsp; Irene looked at Sam, picked up her knife and fork and sawed a piece of meat, shoving it into her mouth, chewing and swallowing quickly.<br><br>“So, you see, it was really nothing, Sam.&nbsp; Just me being silly.&nbsp; Pretending I was that other Irene...” her voice trailed off because she couldn’t believe what she’d almost said.&nbsp; She met Sam’s eyes again, then turned back to her plate.&nbsp; She’d almost said: taking care of my man.&nbsp; Carefully, she cut another little piece of meat and ate it, swallowing like it was covered in grit, having to take a sip of beer to get it down.&nbsp; Why did she suddenly feel?&nbsp; “I’m sorry,” she said, setting the glass down.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 15:28:31</strong>
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				He smiled warmly at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She’d opened up to him and as sad as her feelings were, she was opening up to HIM about them.&nbsp; He reached out and stroked her arm and then leaned in and kissed her.&nbsp; It was not for him like any other kiss he’d ever given or felt.&nbsp; His eyes were wet with emotions as he cupped her face.<br><br>“Oh Irene . . . you silly woman . . . there’s not another Irene . . . you’re her . . . only in a different place and time.”&nbsp; He smiled wryly as his hand slipped into her blouse again.&nbsp; Her tit was lushly soft and full and dense.&nbsp; Sam rubbed her lovely nipple with his thumb as he held her tit tenderly. <br><br>&nbsp;“You know Irene . . . I like being taken care of by you . . . and I like taking care of you too.&nbsp; So let me.&nbsp; I have a contribution to the meal to add.”&nbsp; <br><br>He sighed as he withdrew his hand from her tit and blouse.&nbsp; He stood and quickly strode over to his bags and fumbled around in one and his hand came out with two kerchiefs . . . a red one and a blue one.<br><br>He came back to her and opened the blue one and from behind her he spread it on her lap.&nbsp; He massaged her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.&nbsp; Then he bent over and whispered in her ear.&nbsp; <br><br>“I like the two Irenes you talk about very much . . . and not one over the other.&nbsp; You’re a beautiful and strong woman Irene . . . and I’m god damn glad I met you and that we’re here together.&nbsp; Being with you is just the best thing to come my way in as long as I can remember.”<br><br>He slid his hands down off her shoulders and cupped her breasts.&nbsp; He nuzzled her neck and nipped at her earlobe.<br><br>He chuckled quietly, “I just didn’t want you to forget that I want you.”<br><br>Sam leaned forward around her and with his knuckle drew her chin to him.&nbsp; He kissed her softly . . . ”and not just in your bed darlin’ . . . so chew on that some with your dinner.”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>He moved back to the stool, made a show of placing the kerchief in his lap, took a long pull on his beer and ate a couple bites of the steak, and afterward dabbed his mouth with his ‘napkin.’&nbsp; All the while he was grinning like a fool.&nbsp; He felt so much better having said it to her.&nbsp; Now he wondered how she’d take it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 04:08:57</strong>
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				Irene wasn’t sure what she expected.&nbsp; Certainly not what Sam said.&nbsp; And then he moved to his saddlebags and withdrew two kerchiefs.&nbsp; And, seeing them, she laughed.&nbsp; She set down her fork and knife and covered her face and laughed.&nbsp; And, then she applauded because he deserved it.&nbsp; “Oh, Sam---“ she sighed.&nbsp; She sensed he wasn’t making fun of her, but doing what he could to help.&nbsp; Her heart warmed from the gesture. <br><br>Sam’s hands on her shoulders were a surprise.&nbsp; She leaned back as he touched her breasts, tilting her head as he pressed his face to her neck and shivering when he bit at her earlobe.&nbsp; Good heavens, Irene thought. Here was a man who listened...to the actual problem, not just reacting to the stupid emotion-fueled melancholy.&nbsp; The problem, being dealt with, Irene felt so much better.<br><br>“Sa—“ she started, but he cut her off.<br><br>He chuckled quietly, “I just didn’t want you to forget that I want you.&nbsp; And not just in your bed, darlin’ . . . so chew on that some with your dinner.”<br><br>What?&nbsp; She wondered.&nbsp; What was he saying?&nbsp; She pursed her lips for the kiss, but her mind was blank.&nbsp; He couldn’t mean...&nbsp; Why would he...?<br><br>Absently, Irene ate some of the tomato and cucumbers.&nbsp; Perhaps it just meant that he wanted her in the tub.&nbsp; Or, maybe outdoors...&nbsp; People liked different things.&nbsp; It would be good if he came back...<br><br>Irene looked up at Sam as he ate his food.&nbsp; “What brought you to Oasis, Sam?&nbsp; I don’t think I ever got a chance to ask that question.”&nbsp; She smiled, the kitty that swallowed the canary and the saucer of cream.&nbsp; “We were a mite busy...”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 06:13:54</strong>
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				He looked over at her and grinned broadly when he saw the expression on her face.<br><br>“Yeah we were, weren’t we? And I hope to be again soon.&nbsp; &nbsp;Though it was more a pleasure than busy-ness.&nbsp; I do like you Irene . . . you are quite a woman in all the ways that matter . . . to me anyway and to anyone else who’s not a fool.”<br><br>He slurped down some beer and a couple bites of the steak.&nbsp; It had some time since he’d any meat as good as that steak so he was determined to finish it.<br><br>“We the Judge has me riding the circuit to see it I can find some of the folks he wants before him in court but have failed to show up.&nbsp; Then there are a couple bad asses who got themselves out of the jail somehow . . . and are back at creating mayhem wherever they go. So he’s asked me to round them up if I cross paths with them.&nbsp; Also I’ve never been to this part of the territory before so it’s a chance to see what’s what and meet folks.&nbsp; He’s asked me to see if there’s anything new for some older cases that have yet to be heard for lack of evidence or apprehension.”<br><br>He winked at her and smiled.&nbsp; He took the last piece of steak and savored it as he chewed.&nbsp; He washed it down with the last of his beer and moved closer to her.&nbsp; <br><br>“This time we’re having Irene is my own . . . in case you were wondering.&nbsp; I only get paid for those I bring in and a little cash for lodging and for the horse.&nbsp; How I spend my time is my own affair . . . and I chose to spend it with you . . . and I still do.”<br><br>Sam liked how she’d felt before and how she’d responded to him so he reenacted it.&nbsp; He kissed her softly as his hand slid inside her blouse.&nbsp; Her tit was just as he remembered it . . . soft and warm and dense in his hand.&nbsp; Sam smiled into Irene’s mouth as her nipple swelled from his thumb lightly grazing against its tip.&nbsp; He wanted her . . . he told her so but she didn’t seem to understand his meaning . . . she didn’t react to it as he thought she might, but it was too early to make a lasting commitment, but he doubted his mind was going to change, so he decided on another tack.<br><br>“Is there any chance that I can fuck you while you’re wearing this pretty dress Irene?&nbsp; I’ve been thinking about you in it since I watched you put it on.&nbsp; It seemed like quite a natural thing . . . an ordinary thing . . . an everyday kind of thing and I liked thinking of you like that.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 07:59:02</strong>
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				Day Two-nightfall<br><br>Irene ate her fill and left half the side of beef that was her steak on the plate.&nbsp; She turned slightly as Sam spoke, talking of Judges and rounding up escaped convicts.&nbsp; She’d guessed right and that he was some sort of lawman.&nbsp; What sort he was she still wasn’t too certain.<br><br>He seemed to think she was concerned that she was cutting in on his business time.&nbsp; Irene smiled.&nbsp; What a man did was his business.&nbsp; At least, that’s what they thought, mostly.&nbsp; It was sweet that he seemed to be trying to set her at ease once more.&nbsp; But, she felt badly for having been an emotional female.&nbsp; Maybe that’s what happened when your female parts woke up, she mused, turning to meet his kiss.<br><br>Turning more fully towards, Sam, Irene pulled him close, actually scooting herself closer to him as she kissed him back.<br><br>“You know, Mr. Markham, your interest in this dress is very flattering,” she said, kissing his chin between words.&nbsp; She slid her hand up his chest and unbuttoned the first button and then the next, pinching the button hole to press the button out and using just one hand.&nbsp; “I’ll let Maria know you like her handiwork.&nbsp; I particularly like the drawstring neck,” she said, using her free hand to pull one of the strings to untie the bow.&nbsp; His hand in her shirt drew the opening wider, the shirt falling off one shoulder.<br><br>Irene smiled and moved to straddle Sam’s lap, her bare pussy landing over the gap between his legs.&nbsp; She leaned in and kissed him more fully.&nbsp; “You can fuck me wherever and in whatever you like, Mr. Markham.&nbsp; I have some old chaps in the closet...I don't really like being ordinary, natural is all right,” she said, laughter in her voice.&nbsp; She kissed the tip of his nose and then smiled at him.&nbsp; “Would you like me to wear them?”<br><br>Irene ran the back of her left hand up his chest and slid her arm loosely around his neck.&nbsp; <br><br>“I knew you were a lawman,” she said.&nbsp; “You have the look of a man used to having his way.”&nbsp; She smiled at him, eyes lighting up once more.&nbsp; “But, I’m a woman who likes to have her way, too.”&nbsp; She slid her hand back down his chest to his belly and slid her hand inside, touching his cock.&nbsp; Using the same method, Irene released the top button and then worked her way down until she could wrap her fingers around Sam’s cock.&nbsp; <br><br>“Now, Mr. Markham, what would you like?” she asked, knowing she’d cut his price considerably by calling him “Mister” so many times.&nbsp; She did enjoy teasing him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 03:32:19</strong>
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				Sam didn’t feel the need to say any more.&nbsp; Like she’d said he liked getting his way . . . and sooner or later he would get her.&nbsp; But for now he wasn’t going to ignore the heat that had been rekindled between them.&nbsp; She was, it seemed, in a mood to be taken and he was in a mood to take her.&nbsp; As she kissed him, he did not ignore the fact that her lovely pussy was exposed and available to him even as she was making his cock available to herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;He liked how she handled him.&nbsp; There was more than experience to it.&nbsp; He felt that she did it with desire . . . at least he was hoping so.<br><br>His hand lifted her exposed breast so he could reach it with his mouth.&nbsp; He suckled it gently as his hands slipped under her dress.&nbsp; He caressed the soft inner thighs of her legs as his tongue and lips brought her nipple to hard fullness.&nbsp; Sam needed to see her so he withdrew his hands from under her dress.&nbsp; They deftly lifted the blouse up off her and he sighed as her breasts kind of bounced and swung seductively as they came into view.&nbsp; He liked her tits . . . heck he liked everything about her . . . well . . . except for how she saw herself.<br><br>“You know Irene . . . how much I want you . . . don’t you?&nbsp; Have you chewed on that?&nbsp; I said it and meant it a bit ago and I mean it now.” <br><br>Sam chuckled as he realized she’d done it to him too.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was now part of the breed of humans known as ‘lawmen.’&nbsp; He tweaked her nipples with his fingers and gave them a little tug to get them to show proudly for him before they disappeared under her dress.&nbsp; After caressing her inner thighs some, they drifted to her pussy.&nbsp; One forefinger stroked her folds and the other teased her clit from out of its hood.&nbsp; She was wet as his mouth found hers.&nbsp; With his tongue in her mouth Sam mirrored what his finger was doing in her cunt.&nbsp; He sighed deeply as his cock twitched to full hardness in her hand.&nbsp; With little forethought and no words spoken by him he very gently slipped a second finger into her cunt.&nbsp; He began with a steady beat as his fingers moved in and out of her delicious body.&nbsp; <br><br>“God I want to get out of these clothes and to fold you over the frame of your bed, or lean you against the wall, lift that pretty dress up over your lovely ass, and take you with my mouth and then with my hard cock.”<br><br>He grinned in full appreciation of how good she tasted and how much he liked her ass.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 05:33:07</strong>
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				Day Two-late evening<br><br>Irene was giving herself in to the pleasure that Mr. Markham was dishing out.&nbsp; Her hand worked on him, caressing gently and then squeezing tightly as he worked at her nipples.&nbsp; She almost cried out from pain, but just at the point where she might have made a noise, he stopped and she found herself missing his attention.<br><br>She had to release him as he removed the blouse.&nbsp; She enjoyed how his face lit, looking at her.&nbsp; Irene didn’t know if he looked at every woman with the same hunger; she tried to convince herself it was personal, but she was a hard woman to convince, even by herself.<br><br>“Well, I know parts of you certainly want me,” she said in response to his question, cupping his sack as she did so, grinning at him as she felt the globes within shift inside tightening skin.&nbsp; “I’m not so sure what I should be chewing on, Sam.&nbsp; You seem to be having me quite a...oh, sweet poison...” she hissed as his finger slid within her.&nbsp; She would have asked how many fingers he intended to fuck her with, but his mouth came down on hers and she was more than ready to kiss him.&nbsp; She did enjoy kissing him...and touching him.<br><br>Their arms jockeyed for position, but she kept up her rubbing as he finger fucked her.&nbsp; Her toes searched for purchase on the floor and she swung her hips to meet his touch, moaning into his mouth as he played her like a mandolin.<br><br>“Oh, Sam...god...it feels so good,” she grunted, easing back from his kiss, resting her forehead on his from her higher position on his lap.&nbsp; “Yes, Sam...Please...oh, please, do...however you want me, Sam....please, take me...”&nbsp; It seemed her simple admission to herself that she was willing to let this man do as he pleased, gave Irene permission to come once more as his nimble fingers worked her, she fucked him back, her hand on his cock moistened by her juices as she jerked her hips against her hand.&nbsp; She clenched a fistful of shirt, her entire body going stiff with the intensity of the orgasm.<br><br>Irene brought her mouth to Sam’s ear.&nbsp; “Careful, Mr. Markham; I may not let you go come sunup,” she said, before kissing and sucking his neck, marking him on his shoulder as an aftershock rattled through her and she clenched her jaws, her teeth just happening to be nipping his skin.<br><br>“Oh, Sam, no blood...but...you might be bruised,” she said, licking the spot, trying to smooth out the teeth marks with her tongue and giving up as the desire to kiss him returned and she moved her mouth to his once more.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 04:24:59</strong>
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				They were well suited to each other physically, Sam thought as Irene fucked him back as his fingers drove into her cunt with relentless speed and depth. Sam liked how she came so well . . . now that she’d let herself get into it.&nbsp; It was simply beautifully erotic to watch and hear her as it hit her.&nbsp; Sam wanted to hold her against him at times like that . . . to share in it with his body.&nbsp; She had him hard as she stroked and squeezed his cock until he was slick with precum.&nbsp; Her words did it more than any wonderful thing she was doing with her hands.<br><br><em>“Careful, Mr. Markham; I may not let you go come sunup.”</em><br><br>“Oh fuck Irene . . . I’ll take that threat any and every morning.&nbsp; This really is good how we are with each other.&nbsp; Is there anything in the rules that would keep you from honoring your threat?&nbsp; Cause right here with you is where I want to be, and this dang town is where I’m supposed to be . . . Yeow! Damn it woman, did you just bite me?”<br><br>The sharp pain was more of a surprise than real injury . . . heck he had the bullet scars to prove the point.&nbsp; Sam actually liked that she’d been motivated by whatever was in her head or heart at the time to be marking him.&nbsp; He didn’t object to the symbolism . . . or he hoped to the truth of it.<br><br>Her apology and&nbsp; ardent kisses soon distracted him enough that except for the knowledge of what she’d done . . . marked him . . . the accidently biting was forgotten.&nbsp; As they kissed, Sam continued to finger her.&nbsp; Irene’s pussy was quite appealing to look at, and even better to taste, touch, and fuck.<br><br>“Seriously . . . Irene . . . I want another day with you.&nbsp; I do like you and I want to know you better . . . and there’s the chance of more time making you cum and us fucking.&nbsp; And maybe we could go out and get a torta or something for lunch . . . oh hell I’m talking too much.”<br><br>He marked her shoulder in the center of the curve down to her arm.&nbsp; Anytime her blouse slipped off her shoulder there it would be. Symbolically at least they’d belong to the other, which was his take on it anyhow.&nbsp; He wondered how she’d take it if she knew how he did.&nbsp; He grinned into her mouth as their tongues played back and forth between them.<br><br>With only a quit grunt Sam embraced her tightly to him and stood until he could scoop her up into her arms.&nbsp; He walked to the bed and placed her smack in the middle of it with him on her and her legs widely spread.&nbsp; His kisses were fierce but not hurt full.&nbsp; He wanted to take her and she’d given him consent.&nbsp; His hand cupped her pussy and rubbed and fingers her until her wetness was creamy and thick and close again he guessed to cumming.<br><br>“I want you now Irene. “ He drew her up to sitting and rolled her over so she was on all fours.&nbsp; He hugged her with each tit cupped in his opposite hand as he encouraged her to kneel by holding her against his chest as he leaned backward.&nbsp; His hands kneaded and rubbed her tits even as he then leaned a little forward against her.<br><br>“Grab the iron head board baby . . . I need you badly.”<br><br>As his words left his lips, his mouth moved down over her spine toward the cleft of her ass.&nbsp; He could smell her heat as his mouth and tongue slid down over her back to her ass.&nbsp; It was a perfume he’d always remember as hers . . . sweet and musky.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 06:56:40</strong>
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				Irene felt giddy as he talked, watching his face, her eyes drinking him in. She brushed Sam’s hair back as he admitted wanting her for another day...to know her better.&nbsp; It seemed to her that he knew her better than anyone else in the world; he knew her body, and that was for certain.&nbsp; She chuckled as he said “torta” talking about them going out together.&nbsp; <br><br>The girls didn’t walk out with their clients.&nbsp; Irene didn’t care.&nbsp; She was fascinated by Sam.&nbsp; He wasn’t your average gunslinging lawman.&nbsp; He seemed to have an above average insight and a calm, though very warm, temperament that thought before reacting, as he’d shown when dealing with her emotional state.&nbsp; He’d teased her.&nbsp; But, he’d not made fun.<br><br>When his teeth returned the favor hers had bestowed upon him, she only shivered and tilted her head to give him her shoulder.&nbsp; He made her feel beautiful.&nbsp; He was such a handsome man... He turned his attention to her mouth and there was something raw in the kiss.&nbsp; Irene’s passion flared; she met his kiss unblinking.<br><br>Irene felt a peculiar calmness wash over her.&nbsp; It was like someone poured a clinging, viscous liquid over her and it wrapped her in calm warmth.&nbsp; She leaned into Sam, her tongue claiming his, now.&nbsp; Her lips were demanding as she kissed him, like it was her right.<br><br>She laughed, grabbing around his neck as he stood up, carrying her to the bed.&nbsp; What now? She wondered, a new excitement filling her.&nbsp; What new trick was Sam going to share with her?<br><br>When he came down over her, she drew up her knees, resting her heels on his buttocks, her knees by his shoulders as his kisses became wild, savage.&nbsp; She liked this new speed, meeting him as they kissed like they might do each other a harm---if they continued or if they stopped.&nbsp; His fingers worked their magic as she eased her feet from his back to the bed, jerking her hips as he found the right combination once more to give her a release.&nbsp; She jerked her hips, her hands tightly gripping his forearms as she growled her pleasure in hisses.&nbsp; <br><br>She wasn’t quite done when Sam lifted and turned her like she was a doll.&nbsp; Irene covered his hands as he spun her around and hugged her to him, his warm hands over her firm breasts, the nipples hardening against his palms.&nbsp; She liked feeling him along her back, glad when he pressed closer.<br><br>“Oh, Sam...honey, I don’t say what I don’t mean.&nbsp; It’s why I’m not so pop--...”&nbsp; She ended that line.&nbsp; Sam was the only man, now.<br><br>She followed his bidding, reaching out to the headboard and grabbing hold as he kissed down her spine.&nbsp; Irene shivered.&nbsp; She wanted to touch him, watch him.&nbsp; She could see the benefit others felt to putting mirrors in their rooms.&nbsp; But, she’d given him the reins and she braced herself for what was to come, wriggling her shoulders as the chill from his lips ran over her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 04:57:13</strong>
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				Sam grinned with appreciation of how beautiful she was in her passion.&nbsp; Her nipples were hard as rocks against his palms as she was seemingly turned about what he was doing as he was.&nbsp; The waistband of her dress ran around her waist just at the top of the swell of her hips.&nbsp; He ran his tongue along the line showing in her skin from its tightness around her middle.&nbsp; Her skin was warm and salty and he surmised that she must be very wet as the warm perfume emanating from under her dress was quite fragrant.&nbsp; He lifted the ‘curtain’ made by her dress and sighed at the sight of her lovely ass unveiled.&nbsp; He smothered each perfect globe of her ass with wet kisses and licks and an occasional dragging of her teeth over her skin.<br><br>While his mouth was busy, his fingers stroked her body everywhere within his sight.&nbsp; They started with the sides of her tits and worked up and down over her back.&nbsp; Once he’d raised the dress they moved up and down over the soft slightly damp skin of her inner thighs.&nbsp; When he couldn’t forestall tasting her pussy, they preceded him by tracing the creases where her legs defined the edges of her sex.&nbsp; They stroked each side of her slit and when he wanted her beyond all self-control they parted her wet slick folds.&nbsp; As much as he wanted her to wear the dress it was in his way.&nbsp; He undid the waist and let it slide down off her hips in the most seductive manner.&nbsp; So seductively arousing in fact that he groaned his want of her as she was very nearly naked to him.&nbsp; He nudged each leg as he removed the dress completely from her body.&nbsp; He carefully draped it over the rail of the head board and returned to her.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam gazed at her fondly and a bit lecherously.&nbsp; This was his woman by his marking and he was very well pleased with her.&nbsp; His fingers caressed her pussy again and then he flopped down onto his back and slid under her between her widely parted legs.&nbsp; He grinned up at her as he watched closely how his finger drew her nectar out from her thick folds and over her pussy.&nbsp; He reached over his head and grabbed one of her pillows and slipped under his head.&nbsp; He arranged it so his mouth was very close to her.&nbsp; His tongue darted out quickly and stroked her lovely clit with its tip.&nbsp; He sucked each of her folds into his mouth and caressed it lavishly with his tongue.&nbsp; He paused to watch how her folds and then her hole closed around his finger as he slipped it up into her cunt.<br><br>He fucked her with it slowly and deliberately as his tongue slathered her pussy with long flat licks from very near her other hole to the far end of her hood.&nbsp; He was as happy as a pig in slop.&nbsp; Her pussy was beautifully fragrant and juicy with her wetness which seemed to be increasing with each moment his tongue and fingers teased her to arousal.&nbsp; He separated his mouth from her clit as his fingers continued to fuck her.&nbsp; He slid out from under her toward the head of the bed.<br><br>In a hoarse warm tone he advised her of a change he wanted from what he’d earlier said at the table.<br><br>“Baby . . . I want you to ride my cock and fuck us to paradise.&nbsp; I want to see your tits bounce and swing . . . I want to see my cock disappear in you and then reappear . . . I want to play with your clit until you can’t think anymore . . . and . . . I want to see your face and body as we fuck and cum . . . God in heaven Irene. I want you.”<br><br>His hand grabbed his cock and he rubbed its head up through her wetness to encourage her to action.&nbsp; It was not a time for discussion but he was determined to educate her on the lack of defined parameters to his wanting her.&nbsp; There would be time . . . for the moment he just wanted to see and feel his cock slipping inside her.<br><br>“Please fuck us, Irene . . . god knows how I need to cum in you.”<br><br>He smirked as that statement formed a question in his brain.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 06:55:11</strong>
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				Irene licked her lips as Sam worked over her back, licking and kissing. The run around her waist had her shivering, drawing up straighter as the thrill washed through her.&nbsp; <br><br>Cool air on her ass and she heard Sam sigh.&nbsp; Irene smiled.&nbsp; He liked her ass.&nbsp; She bit her lower lip and then jerked as his warm lips touched her rear cheeks with moist kisses. <br><br>She looked down as he removed the skirt, shifting to allow him to ease it from under each of her legs.&nbsp; His hands were everywhere.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene felt like she might go mad with want of his cock in her if he didn’t stop, soon.&nbsp; And, then he was on his back, under her, between her legs.&nbsp; She looked down at him as he intently examined her.&nbsp; Fingers and then his mouth explored areas he already knew well.&nbsp; But, he was slow, diligent in his exploration.&nbsp; He lifted his head and his tongue touched her and Irene jerked in surprise.&nbsp; She’d expected it.&nbsp; But, the anticipation was so great that the reality was beyond her expectation.<br><br>When his finger slid into her she moved, almost against her will; fucking his hand slowly, slightly.&nbsp; Tongue and finger moved over her and she was softly moaning, little grunts of pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam moved and he was below her, in view as his finger continued to claim her.&nbsp; She stared at him as he told her what he wanted.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh....Sam...” Irene breathed out his name.&nbsp; She looked down as he guided his cock head to her entrance and she shivered at the sight.&nbsp; “Mmmm...” she said, moving minimally down, taking the head inside and halting, lifting up to lower back and just take those last two inches.&nbsp; She smiled at Sam.&nbsp; <br><br>“I like being in the driver’s seat, Mr. Markham,” Irene admitted, her voice soft.&nbsp; “I do, indeed.”&nbsp; She got a wider grip on the head rail and looked down at the man as she eased up and down, teasing his cock with a hint of warmth as her nether lips closed around him, kissing his cock before she lifted off of him.<br><br>Her smile was pleased, her eyes lit from within as she watched Sam watch himself disappear into her and reappear.&nbsp; She chuckled low.&nbsp; <br><br>When he looked at her, Irene very deliberately slid fully onto him, settling on his groin with him planted deep within.&nbsp; Her stomach muscles contracted, her thighs strained to close against his sides, but she held them wide, settling down on him, her hips rotating slowly as she ground herself against him.<br><br>“Sam, you feel real good there,” she said.&nbsp; “Big and hard.&nbsp; Do you like it, Sam?&nbsp; Want me to do something more than spin around on you?”<br><br>Irene released the headboard with one hand, flexing her fingers for a moment before slipping her hand down her belly to part her folds a bit more, hunting that spot Sam found so easily.<br><br>She gasped slightly as a finger grazed the spot, but couldn’t find it again.&nbsp; It was inherently frustrating that Sam did so without seeming to try; it was her own body.&nbsp; She lightened her touch and sighed, finding the spot once more.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene began to slowly fuck him as she grew even wetter with her own manipulation.&nbsp; She watched him, moving higher, and faster on his cock.&nbsp; She gave up her grip on the headboard and braced her hands on his shoulders, legs and hips working in a sort of figure 8 move, making each stroke count.<br><br>“Please fuck us, Irene...god knows how I need to cum in you,” Sam said.<br><br>It was all she needed to hear, leaning down to kiss him, her arms sliding around his neck as she slid her tongue into his mouth, matching the pace of her hips moving her cunt over his cock.&nbsp; Her clit was so swollen it seemed every movement caused it to be rubbed and Irene rode out the first orgasm, breathing soft screams into Sam’s mouth as she fucked him hard, pushing up to get better leverage, hating to lift her lips from his, which had tasted of her, but now tasted of their kisses. <br><br>She could feel her tits jerk as he pounded down onto him, her pussy clenching around him, working to enhance that natural grip with some additional clenching as she rode him as he’d asked.<br><br>“Oh, hell, Sam...yeah...you feel so good in me....”&nbsp; She leaned her head back and her hips jerked back and forth shortly as she rode the last of the wave.<br><br>“Oh, baby, you make me crazy,” she said, leaning down to kiss him once more, riding his length slowly, her pussy stroking him as it still clutched his cock.<br><br>“D’you feel like you might be close?” Irene asked, grinning.&nbsp; "Cuz, I probably can keep this slow pace up for a long time..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 06:07:42</strong>
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				Sam was enjoying her more than any other woman he’d known.&nbsp; And some of them he’d been serious about only to find that it wasn’t that mutual.&nbsp; He set himself to a plan once he’d had a taste of Irene . . . literally and figuratively.&nbsp; He found both flavors intoxicating and intriguing.&nbsp; She was as obvious as he could imagine a woman could be about her attraction to him, and about the pleasure she took in how he was with her and how she was with him.&nbsp; He could only grin as he both observed and participated in their fucking.&nbsp; He thought of it as more than that actually but he was not wanting to put the cart before the horse . . . so to speak.<br><br>He really liked her orgasms.&nbsp; He liked helping her get to them.&nbsp; He liked how she made him cum.&nbsp; He liked watching her fuck him.&nbsp; Sam’s hips were rising to meet Irene’s body as she settled on him, making the most delicious moans and wet noises as their bodies collided.&nbsp; Her luscious tits swung and bounced hypnotically as she fucked him.&nbsp; Irene’s kisses were deep and playful as they seemed to be enjoying each other.<br><br>“Oh god baby . . . you feel so good on me, and your cunt is milking me wondrously.”<br><br>Sam grabbed a couple of the vertical bars of the iron head of her bed.&nbsp; His muscles strained in his arms as he pulled on them to further tighten his belly and ass as he thrust his cock up into her beautiful body.&nbsp; He liked watching her take him into to her cunt up to the hilt.&nbsp; His pubic hair was saturated with her cum.&nbsp; She came beautifully.&nbsp; Her body shook and jerked as her cunt clenched tightly around his cock as she continued to slide up and down on it.<br><br>Once her body stopped jerking and shuddering she bent over and kissed him.&nbsp; He liked it so much he actually sighed into Irene’s mouth.&nbsp; Irene set a slow steady rhythm as she seemed to enjoy fucking him.&nbsp; She looked radiant in the afterglow of her climax as she grinned happily down at him.<br><br>“Oh, baby, you make me crazy. D’you feel like you might be close?” Irene asked, him. “Cuz I probably can keep this slow pace up for a long time . . . "<br><br>“Oh god honey sure want to try . . . Damn but you fuck me so well . . . Oh god . . . Mmmmm . . . you know . . . it might not be that long after all . . . watching and feeling you cum like that . . . well it took me along with you . . . ”<br><br>Sam reached up and covered her tits with his cupped hands. His back was arching with his hips as they rose off her bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;He groaned and grunted with each thrust and each collision of their bodies.&nbsp; His body was glistening with the sheen of sweat from their fucking . . . their lovemaking.&nbsp; Sam grinned back up at her as his ass clenched and his balls drew up tightly against the base of his cock as his body prepared to release deep inside her.&nbsp; Sam tried to check himself, wanting her to cum again when he filled her.&nbsp; He slowed his thrusts up into her and let her ride him as his fingers quickly tweaked and rubbed her swollen clit.<br><br>“Darlin’ . . . when you’re ready I’ll be there too . . . I need to cum when you do . . . holy fuck . . . oh god baby please cum for me . . . make me cum with you . . . in you . . . oh damn Irene . . . I need you . . . oh god I’m close . . . I need to fill you Irene . . . take me . . . ohhhhhh my gawd . . . ”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 07:01:08</strong>
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				Day Two-night<br><br>Irene pressed up from Sam to get a good look at him as he answered her.&nbsp; His eyes looked a little wild, a little unfocused.&nbsp; She liked that she made him look like that, that she could make him as crazy about her as he made her.&nbsp; She shifted, never missing a beat as they continued in their lazy-paced love-making.&nbsp; Squatting over him, she had better control, bracing her hands behind her on his thighs as she lifted herself, practically pushing herself into his face.&nbsp; Her thighs were strong, but she was moving so slowly that they began to burn slightly.&nbsp; She liked the burn, grinning and gasping as he began touching her again.&nbsp; She almost laughed---she’d wanted him to help her along.<br><br>Her eyes rolled in their sockets as he hardened further, swelled a little more in her.&nbsp; “Oh, Sam....baby...I’m there...”&nbsp; He touched her roughly, tweaking her clit and she jerked and gasped and flooded him with her juices.&nbsp; Irene grabbed Sam’s wrists and pressed his arms back over his head, leaning down to kiss him as she jerked on him.&nbsp; It was a slower, deeper feeling, and thoroughly pleasing as she rode him quickly, but still with long, deep strokes.<br><br>She sighed, as her orgasm smoothed out and kept gliding on his cock with her sodden pussy, liking the sounds and the scents.&nbsp; What didn’t she like about him? She wondered, looking down at Sam as she pressed herself up again.<br><br>Words left her as she just stared at the man.&nbsp; She sighed, smiling crookedly.&nbsp; He was a dangerous man.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 07:41:01</strong>
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				Sam looked up curiously at Irene as she seemed to be intensely observing him as their orgasms eased.&nbsp; His groin felt wonderfully wet as Irene had cum hard and her juices had flowed freely out of her cunt down onto him.&nbsp; His ass crack had never experienced anything like her wetness trickling down through it before . . . but then he’d never been so thoroughly and well fucked.<br><br>Even as they’d both cum, and their breathing returned to normalcy, they kept up their fucking until he wasn’t stiff enough any longer to remain in her.&nbsp; Sam was fascinated with her swaying breasts as she moved against him.&nbsp; One hand cupped her tits, moving back and forth between them.&nbsp; The other hand stroked her thighs and her ass as his eyes remained focused on her face.&nbsp; He grinned as their eyes met.&nbsp; Sam moved his hand from her to thigh to her smooth ‘V’ between her thighs.&nbsp; The way she was smooth and her hood was so obvious was very arousing for him. His left thumb gently rubbed her clit and he rolled her nipple to hardness between his finger and thumb of his right hand.<br><br>When Sam could no longer remain inside her, he sighed and forced himself up to sit with his arms around her neck.&nbsp; His mouth found hers for a languidly deep kiss with lots a tongue probing and mutual play.&nbsp; Her tits felt warm and soft against his chest.&nbsp; He moaned his pleasure at having her in his arms.&nbsp; Sam had a warm feeling for how good she felt there . . . and natural.&nbsp; When the kiss was broken Sam spent a few moments simply looking at her.<br><br>“God you’re beautiful Irene.&nbsp; So my dear . . . what is it that you’re thinking?&nbsp; You look like you might be miles off in thought . . . but you look happy . . . am I right?&nbsp; I very much like that look on your face.&nbsp; Irene O’Rourke I really liked that last time . . . it was very nice lovemaking and felt very good when we both seemed to linger to keep it going.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 20:18:33</strong>
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				Day Two- Night <br><br>Irene smiled, her thighs over Sam’s as she sat in front of him, her bottom damp on the sheets.<br><br>“I was right here,” she said.&nbsp; “Did you not feel me?” She asked.&nbsp; It was a pat answer, one given to others who’d asked the same question.&nbsp; However, this time the answer was true.<br><br>“I was thinking, though,” she admitted.&nbsp; “I was thinking that you’re a dangerous man and it has nothing to do with what’s hanging on that rack over there,” she said turning to look at the holster.<br><br>Night had fallen softly around them and only then did Irene realize how dim the room was.&nbsp; Her eyes were adjusted to the moonlight spilling through the open windows and she could see Sam just fine.&nbsp; She looked at him again; yes, just fine.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene pressed her heels into the bed and scooted back.&nbsp; Turning to slip off the bed, she turned and slid her right hand around Sam’s head and turned him to her to kiss.&nbsp; She leaned her forehead on his and rubbed her nose on his.&nbsp; <br><br>“If I’m not mistaken, we can’t do much more without some sleep, Mr. Markham.&nbsp; So, I am going to change the linen.&nbsp; If you would like, I could give you a bit of a bath.&nbsp; But, it will be cool---which might be smart, seeing as how all this got started in a nice, hot bath.”&nbsp; She smiled at him, sighing.<br><br>There were clean linens in the bureau; something that management insisted upon was that the sheets be changed between customers.&nbsp; You don’t make top dollar with soiled linens or damaged goods.&nbsp; Irene changed them as she saw fit and it seemed like now it would be nice to sleep with Sam on fresh sheets.&nbsp; Again, that sense of taking care of him came over her and this time, she didn’t push it away.&nbsp; If it was a few hours or a couple of days, she could enjoy it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 06:19:21</strong>
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				Sam liked the idea of him being a dangerous man.&nbsp; It made him smile as he felt that Irene’s reference was to how he was with her.&nbsp; He was sure that with all that happened to her since her contacted marriage has made her wary of involvement with anyone.&nbsp; He knew that from his own experience.&nbsp; They were awfully good together in bed, but he felt like they were good too when they were just together.<br><br>Grinning at her as she came back to the bed with clean sheets, Sam rolled of the bed.&nbsp; He took the pillow that he’d smelled her in and laid it aside.&nbsp; Then he began pulling the sheets off the mattress.&nbsp; He rolled them together and retrieved the used towels from the tub room and bundled them all together and stowed them in a ple by the door to the hallway.&nbsp; He grinned at her as he moved to where Irene was finishing making the bed, stood behind her, and caressed her tits as he drew her back against him. <br><br>&nbsp;“There is something almost sacred about watching you make the bed Irene.&nbsp; Well it’s always nice anyway looking at you . . . you’re a beautiful woman . . . but with the bed making I got to see you from nearly every angle.&nbsp; You can bathe me for bed . . . it seems like a good idea given how busy we’ve been . . . but I’ll wash you . . . first.&nbsp; I’ll want my clothes back tomorrow.&nbsp; I want to go out into the town and I’d like you to show me about.&nbsp; I’ll get you some lunch too . . . unless you object to that.&nbsp; I do need to walk about and I’d like to have your company while I do . . . it be good to check on my horse too.&nbsp; We’re not apart that often . . . he and I.” <br><br>Sam turned her gently to face him.&nbsp; He cupped her face and kissed her quite thoroughly. He sighed in the midst of the kiss as he enjoyed how she tasted and the aroma of sex that seemed to hang in the air about them.&nbsp; His hands slid down over her body as his tongue enjoyed her mouth.&nbsp; Slowly the kiss seemed to deepen as his hands traveled south to her hips.&nbsp; They stopped there as it seemed to him that Irene had indicated that&nbsp; there’d be no more lovemaking until after they slept.&nbsp; He wasn’t at all sure that he could be in bed with Irene and not want her.&nbsp; Sam pulled her closer at waist level.&nbsp; He liked how her smooth pussy felt against him.&nbsp; His hands drifted behind her and he kneaded the perfect globes of her ass.&nbsp; Their kiss broke and he winked wryly at her as he pressed his cock against her belly.<br><br>“Is there anything else we need to attend to before bathing baby?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 07:38:40</strong>
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				He was insatiable.&nbsp; Irene smiled as he pressed against her, her eyelids growing heavy as warmth flooded her once more.&nbsp; By gods, the man knew what to do to make her want to purr.<br><br>“I can think of a few things...OH, you mean this,” she teased, freeing a hand and slipping it between them to caress his cock.&nbsp; “Sam Markham, I don’t know what you could possibly do to me that you haven’t already done.&nbsp; Or for that matter what you might want me to do...&nbsp; There are the chaps,” Irene teased him again, stroking him.<br><br>The hairs of his chest tickled her nipples as she moved ever so slightly with each stroke of his cock.<br><br>Irene kissed his chest, drawing damp circles around each nipple.&nbsp; She kissed his arm, backing up a bit to free herself, kissing down one arm and then the other.<br><br>She walked around him, kissing his back, running her tongue down his spine, nipping each of his ass cheeks before sitting on the floor and sliding between his legs, backwards.&nbsp; She looked up and kissing his cock, then worked her way down to his balls, sucking them gently, one at a time, licking down between his legs, fingers following with a butterfly touch.<br><br>Irene moved to get her knees under her, and filled her mouth with Sam’s cock.&nbsp; She swallowed, feeling the head hit the back of her throat, almost gagging her.&nbsp; But, a little swallow eased things and she drew her head back to begin sucking him in long draws.&nbsp; Her fingers were still working below, caressing the pucker of skin lightly before giving attention to his sack.&nbsp; Drawing back, she let his cock come out of her mouth to then run her tongue down the side, under, and then back to the head.&nbsp; A quick flick of the tongue over the head and Irene tasted him, precum salty and good on her tongue.<br><br>“You don’t seem to be arguing,” she murmured, bestowing kisses on his hips, her fingers running under his cock, drawing serpentines along the length.<br><br>Smiling, she took him into her mouth once more and began the serious sucking, her hand working along with her lips, tongue and teeth to draw him to a head, so to speak.<br><br>She looked up slightly and smiled around his cock.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 20:39:40</strong>
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				Sam chuckled as she teased him.&nbsp; He’d intended what he asked to be taken more than one way.&nbsp; He’d have been happy to help her get things together for their night together, but he really could not seem to get enough of her . . . so when she stroked him he wasn’t at all disappointed.&nbsp; Her tits felt so good against his chest, and she must have sensed that as her mouth drove him nuts as her tongue and mouth played with his nipples.<br><br>She seduced him in the most lewd and delicious way.&nbsp; He wasn’t sure what she was going to do when she moved behind him and kissed and licked him down his back to his ass.&nbsp; When Sam felt Irene’s teeth nibble on his ass, and then kiss and lick him back there his body trembled with unexpected arousal.&nbsp; Her fingers were magical too as she used them expertly to make him hers.&nbsp; It didn’t take much for her to get him wound up.&nbsp; Not one to surrender control easily he felt safe and loved by her attentions and smiles as she appeared between his legs looking up at him with the most beautifully erotic expression on her face.&nbsp; Her eyes seemed to communicate her desire for him.&nbsp; He hoped it was clear to her how he wanted her.<br><br>But what she did next surprised and amazed him.&nbsp; It surprised him because he’d not expected her to suck his cock and balls.&nbsp; She amazed him with how sensuously she used her mouth to pleasure him.&nbsp; Her mouth was amazing when they kissed but she gave head better than he could have ever imagined. <br><br>All thoughts left his brain in an instant as she made love to his balls with her gorgeous mouth.&nbsp; He’d never been attended to so exquisitely as Irene was loving him.&nbsp; He did entertain that conjecture that she had to love him some to so meticulously pleasure him like she was.&nbsp; He gasped and his knees nearly buckled as his second ball was released from her mouth.&nbsp; The air wasn’t moving in her room but it felt cool on his tight wet orb.&nbsp; He was hers . . . she’d taken him where he’d never imagined . . . he surrendered to her ministrations.&nbsp; It was arousing to do so to give himself over to her pleasuring.<br><br>He closed his eyes and his fingers slipped into her hair as&nbsp; Irene’s mouth took him into it like her cunt . . . wet and deeply.&nbsp; He never once guided her as she licked, kissed and suckled his throbbing cock.&nbsp; His hands were only there for the ride . . . to let her know that he loved her for what she was doing to him.&nbsp; Irene’s hands teased him everywhere down between his legs.&nbsp; He even groaned with pleasure as they grazed over his asshole.&nbsp; He was lost in all the wonderful ways she was pleasuring&nbsp; him.&nbsp; He grinned as he thought of how he’d get his reciprocity.&nbsp; God he did love her cunt . . . how it smelled and tasted and how wet it got when she was aroused.&nbsp; But suddenly she had him back as her hands cupped his balls and she sucked on his cock to the point that he released his clear liquid against her pursed lips.&nbsp; He rocked forward and his cock entered her mouth much like he entered her cunt.&nbsp; It was just as wonderful a feeling . . . maybe even more because of the intimacy of oral pleasuring.&nbsp; His cock was moving into her mouth and he looked down to watch it slide in.&nbsp; She grinned up at him with her mouth full of him and he sighed . . . and not with lust.&nbsp; A feeling of warm contentment he’d not known in years ebbed in him as she fucked him with her mouth.<br><br>“Oh Jesus Irene . . . holy crap . . . oh baby . . . yes . . . oh . . . Mmmm . . . oh baby . . . oh I’m yours . . .”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 02:11:47</strong>
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				There was something about being the giver, Irene mused as she watched Sam.&nbsp; He so fully enjoyed what she did that she was looking for new things to do to him...with him.&nbsp; And, she so enjoyed what she was doing that she could feel her own arousal, smell it even.&nbsp; Sam stopped being a job, probably the second he invited her into the bath.&nbsp; Whether or not he knew it, she hadn’t admitted it even to herself until supper.<br><br>She’d been right about him being dangerous.&nbsp; But, she could be dangerous, too.&nbsp; Her husband hadn’t liked that about her, had wanted someone more submissive.&nbsp; He’d tried to break her and it hadn’t worked.&nbsp; He hadn’t been physically violent, he just was loud, yelling louder if she argued.&nbsp; And, when she wouldn’t back down, he’d leave.&nbsp; Irene had never known if or when he’d come back.&nbsp; <br><br>Already she knew Sam wasn’t like that.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene rubbed Sam’s thigh, up and down as his cock slid in and out of her mouth, his hand on her head.&nbsp; She wanted to rub his hand as a cat might and the comparison to what she’d thought earlier, that he’d been making fun of her being the “cat” in the “cathouse” amused her.<br><br>When he came, she was surprised, gasped and then choked and then laughed as she directed him to her chest.<br><br>Irene swallowed, caught her breath and laughed some more.&nbsp; “I’m sorry, Sam, I was...I was enjoying myself...I didn’t realize it was time,” she said.&nbsp; “After everything you’ve unloaded, I never expected this,” she said, standing up, wiping her chin on the back of her wrist and running her hands up his chest to his shoulders.<br><br>He was a tall one, indeed, Irene mused, kissing his chest once more.&nbsp; She kissed the hollow of his throat, unable to reach higher unassisted.&nbsp; She’d jump up and wrap her legs around him if she wasn’t afraid his legs might be a bit weak.&nbsp; He was strong, though.<br><br>Smiling, pleased, Irene then realized that she’d pressed his cum onto his chest.&nbsp; She looked down at the strands connecting them and laughed again.<br><br>“I say a bath is definitely in order, Sam...&nbsp; Do you want me to help you?” she teased, an eyebrow quirking at him as she moved a step or two towards the doorway.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 03:50:17</strong>
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				There were more than a few things he liked about Irene.&nbsp; Among the ones he’d already enumerated for himself was the fact that there’d been no two experiences with her in their day together that were alike, other than how beautifully she came for him.&nbsp; He liked that and he liked cumming for her.&nbsp; <br><br>He realized, as he looked down at her, that he’d never thought much about where his cum landed when he was alone and jerked one off, but there was something highly erotic about his cum splattered and dribbled on her tits.&nbsp; He was a bit surprised that there was so much of it.&nbsp; &nbsp; She’d laughed and been a good sport about the mess he’d made of her. But Irene had gotten him so aroused that he’d cum hard for her. His groin was still clenching and his cock was twitching even though he was sure there was nothing left to give her.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam had shot his cum mostly into her mouth to be sure and she’d seemed to greedily swallow what she could, but the rest was on her face and then her tits. Now that he thought of it that image of cum drooling out of her mouth was even more arousing than it glistening on her tits as he watched her stand and swipe it away from around her mouth.&nbsp; That took nothing away from his cum on her tits but together they were a powerful justification for making her cum for him.<br><br>He smirked when she got close enough that her chest left some of the cum in his chest hair. He really liked her chest, her tits . . . mmm her breasts . . . yes he was enamored of Irene’s breasts, and holy Christ . . . her luscious nipples.&nbsp; &nbsp;He grinned as she offered to clean him up.&nbsp; He had his own ideas about cleaning her up.&nbsp; The aroma of her arousal wasn’t at all subtle, and her pussy was quite fragrant.&nbsp; He was going to go down on her one way or another and then he might get his wish and take her folded over and wanting him in her.&nbsp; He chuckled and shook his head as Irene walked toward the door to the tub room.&nbsp; He wasn’t at sure but he thought perhaps there was a little extra feminine sway in the way her lovely hips moved as she walked.&nbsp; <br><br>He grinned and muttered only to himself.&nbsp; “Yep Sam you got it bad for the woman. But the plan is for her to reciprocate.” <br><br>As she seemed to have struck a saucy pose, he wondered if maybe she could read his mind. He walked up to her and grabbed her up into his arms and kissed her hard and deeply. After a few moments that had him warm inside and his cock a little thicker, he whispered in her ear.<br><br>“Mmmm . . . my lovely Irene . . . you’ve maybe forgotten the reciprocity rule. Mmmm . . . and so I’ll remind you that now I owe you a magnificent mouth induced orgasm.&nbsp; God’s baby your mouth is magic . . . my body thinks I’m still cumming for you.”<br><br>His hand cupped her soppy pussy as he kissed her again as he walked back against the wall.&nbsp; She was warm and fragrant and his cock twitched to remind him that it wanted her too.&nbsp; He grinned into her mouth as his tongue explored her mouth.&nbsp; He could taste himself on her breath and lips, along with the sweet taste of her mouth.&nbsp; His finger found her hole and slipped up into her.&nbsp; Sam groaned as she was even juicier and hot there. <br><br>“When I’m done with you . . . then we’ll bathe . . . and call it a night.”&nbsp; He chuckled as a second finger entered her cunt.&nbsp; “I hope you don’t snore . . . I have no idea if I do or not . . . you’d have to ask the horse.”<br><br>He slid his free hand behind her neck and drew her tightly against him as he kissed her tenderly for a time.&nbsp; He broke the kiss gently as his fingers began to move in and out of her.&nbsp; He lowered himself into a squat and then knelt before her.&nbsp; On the way down, using his tongue he cleaned off the mess he’d made on her nipples.&nbsp; He really wasn’t that interested in his own cum, but it gave him a reason to enjoy her nipples again.<br><br>As Sam settled in front of her, he kissed her smooth mound.&nbsp; It did occur to him that he really did need to see how she got so smooth with just a string.&nbsp; He slipped his fingers out of her and sucked them clean before eased her legs further apart.&nbsp; He lapped at her slit and clit with his tongue flat and wide.<br><br>“Mmmm . . . god honey I do love how you taste.” <br><br>The tip of Sam’s tongue fluttered against her clit as his hands cupped each asscheek.&nbsp; He glanced up at her as his tongue dart in and out of her slit.&nbsp; Sam shrugged and sighed as he scooted back and gently turned her to face the wall.&nbsp; He pulled her hips back toward him some which gave him a delectable view of her lovely and her engorged pussy lips.&nbsp; He lapped at her again as his hands spread her cheeks.&nbsp; Irene’s pussy was a dark red, her lips were thick with arousal, and she was literally hot and almost dripping with her arousal.&nbsp; He buried his face in her ass cleavage and opened her slit with his tongue.&nbsp; He played with her lips by licking and sucking on them.&nbsp; Then he entered her with his tongue.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam loved exploring her and he sucked up her wetness every where he found it.&nbsp; Her tight little asshole pucker and fluttered in front of his eyes, and he sighed.&nbsp; His cock was getting harder with every moment his mouth was against her pussy.&nbsp; He needed to fuck here now.&nbsp; His need was building rapidly as he felt her ass quiver against his face.<br><br>Sam stood behind her and held his cock against her pussy and with his hips rocking his hand guided it back forth in her slit.&nbsp; Then he guided it to Irene’s opening.&nbsp; With a little pressure it opened her.&nbsp; His hands moved to her hips and drew her butt back against him which caused him to just barely enter her.<br><br>“Oh god Irene . . . I love that feeling . . . going inside you . . . oh wow . . . you’re so fucking hot and wet in there.”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 06:24:06</strong>
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				Irene watched him and then smiled as he brought up the reciprocity rule.&nbsp; She raised her chin as he came at her, grinning.<br><br>“What makes you think I forgot about the rule?” she asked, nuzzling against his cheek.&nbsp; She inhaled sharply as his hand cupped her, but parted her legs for him, moaning as he slid a finger inside her.<br><br>He was talking again and her mind was far away...at least two feet away, focused on the fingers now fucking her.&nbsp; She thanked the wall for being so that she didn’t collapse as her body responded to his touch; she was his instrument to play.&nbsp; But, he was hers, too.<br><br>He kneeled before her, kissing his way down and she watched as he cleaned her, jerking at the touch and sight of his tongue moving on her breasts.<br><br>When Sam pulled his fingers from her, her knees bent, following him.&nbsp; But she stopped herself in time and remained upright, barely.&nbsp; When he replaced his fingers with his tongue, her hands searched the wall for purchase, something to keep herself from falling to the floor.<br><br>Sam moved her around like the wooden doll she’d become, turning her to face the wall.&nbsp; Irene smiled as he tugged her back, bending over to accommodate him as he went at her again.&nbsp; She jerked, upper body lifting as his tongue moved over her, his mouth sucking, then his tongue entering her.&nbsp; Irene pressed against the wall, shoving her ass in his face...&nbsp; By god, she needed to feel him inside her; wanted him there.<br><br>As if he read her thoughts, he rose and soon she felt the tip of his cock against her entrance.&nbsp; Irene, rising to her toes, gave a little backward wiggle as he pressed into her.<br><br>“I love the feel of you there, too, Sam.&nbsp; Please, Sam, I need to feel you...fuck me...please, Sam...oh, hurry.”&nbsp; His minimal penetration was enough to fan the flame of her arousal to life and&nbsp; she fought the desire to press her knees together, instead arching her back, bending a bit more for him; begging him with everything but words now to fuck her soundly.<br><br>“mmmm,” she breathed, her cheek against the plaster wall, hands flat and braced against it.&nbsp; “Sam...please,” she said as the pressure slowly rumbled down her passage, grabbing him.&nbsp; But, she needed to feel all of him in her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 05:38:54</strong>
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				Sam was hard and even sore from how aroused he was from her wanton response to him.&nbsp; He seemed to have a permanent grin on his face as he enjoyed Irene and her want of him.&nbsp; He wanted her too . . . badly.&nbsp; As he’d risen from the floor to stand behind her, she’d cocked her ass out at him as an apparent invitation to take her.&nbsp; He was lost in the moment as he visually scanned her and savored how hot and wet she was for him.&nbsp; The air between them was ripe with the scent of her arousal and it was a very heady perfume for Sam.&nbsp; He grinned as he realized that the slightest hint of her arousal got him feeling warm and wanting her.&nbsp; He especially liked pleasuring her until she came.&nbsp; He was thrilled that he’d apparently given her that gift.&nbsp; That thought made him sigh.&nbsp; He knew from what she’d said or implied that it was essentially a loveless marriage.&nbsp; Knowing her as he did for the relatively short time they’d had . . . he couldn’t gasp how any man would deny her his love and care.&nbsp; Yet she was still holding true to her commitment to him . . . a man long dead . . .&nbsp; to bring him some justice.<br><br>Her pleas to be fucked and her tight little ass pressing quite wantonly back against him brought him back to her in real time.&nbsp; He smirked with joy and some amusement as he moved his cock between her legs with his hand.&nbsp; When he looked down between them, he saw his cock glistening in the available light.&nbsp; He leaned forward from the waist and whispered in her ear.<br><br>“Mmmm . . . god but you are a priceless treasure Irene O’Rourke.&nbsp; It will be my pleasure . . . most assuredly . . . and privilege to honor your desires.&nbsp; Are you getting it yet baby how much I want you?&nbsp; I like dangerous women . . . but I’ve only known one.”<br><br>He marked her opposite shoulder from before as his hand spread her pussy and guided his cock inside her.&nbsp; Entering her was an exquisite moment each and every time.&nbsp; This time was no different in that way from the others that they’d experienced.&nbsp; Yet there was something qualitatively better this time than the others.&nbsp; Sam couldn’t figuratively put his hand on it, though he literally had them on her . . . at the lovely swell of her hips.<br><br>They never really did anything to guide or direct her as they made love this way.&nbsp; He’d rested them there because he liked her curves and so he’d be touching her. Just as they only rested on her head a short time before when she took him to a pleasure he’d never known before.&nbsp; He grinned as his moment of reciprocity for that wonderful gift was in action.&nbsp; As he felt his groin tightened and his belly began to quiver, Sam moved his hands form her hips to cup her breasts.&nbsp; He thought that it was a much better reference considering how he was feeling about her. He chuckled as he thought of others he might improve his interactions with her.&nbsp; He pressed his belly and chest against her back as his hands drew her back against him while massaged her breasts and tweaking her nipples.<br><br>“Irene . . . you’ve ruined me . . . dear god you have.” He let out a loud sigh as his tempo increased a notch.&nbsp; He preferred seeing her face when they fucked and were otherwise engaged with the other, but there was something primal in the way they were fucking each other.&nbsp; He grinned as he strained to cum for her.&nbsp; He did appreciate her backside every bit as much as her front side.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh god baby you feel so good . . . I getting closer and closer . . . Mmmm . . . and you are so wet . . . and lovely inside and out . . . oh god Irene . . . cum baby . . . I so want you . . . ”<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 06:58:13</strong>
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				He’d agreed...Irene waited, anticipation making her stomach tight, her channel narrow as she waited for the warmth of his cock to slip inside.<br><br>“Dangerous?”&nbsp; She repeated, a bit shocked.&nbsp; But, then she’d called him dangerous.&nbsp; Did he mean the same thing she did?&nbsp; Men weren’t like that.&nbsp; They took a long time to make up their mind about anything, except when they needed to get laid.&nbsp; But, could Sam honestly think he was in danger of losing himself to her...his “heart” for lack of a more apt word.<br><br>“Me?” she finished, gasping as his chest leaned over her back and his teeth sank into her shoulder where it met her neck and she shivered uncontrollably.<br><br>“Oh my god!” Irene gasped as the bite was followed by Sam parting her folds and entering her.&nbsp; It was like it was her first time as he slid into her, as she accepted him into her tight passage, so tight with the need for release it was almost painful.<br><br>She moved with him as he pulled her back against him, his hands teasing her nipples, making them hard, proudly jutting out for him.&nbsp; She left one hand on the wall to brace herself, covering one of Sam’s hands on her chest with hers.<br><br>She shook her head slightly as he spoke of ruining.&nbsp; “Oh...no...” she gasped, pressing back to him each time he powered into her.&nbsp; “No...not ruined...&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Completed,” she said.&nbsp; Each of his thrusts almost lifted her off her feet, rising to the tips of her toes with a little grunt as their bodies impacted.&nbsp; Irene loved the sound, the feel of him fully against her back, his hands on her breasts.&nbsp; She used her braced hand to shove back at him as he asked for her release.&nbsp; She wanted it, too.&nbsp; She wanted it with him.&nbsp; She grunted like a beast as she met his passion with answering heat.&nbsp; Their body’s came together with solid strikes and his fingers tweaked her tits so that her entire body was vibrating like a tuning fork.&nbsp; <br><br>“Yes....yes...oh, yes, Sam...sweetheart, come with me...Sam....” And then she sang out as he made her come yet again, her body jerking, her hands grabbing at his thighs, his hips; anything to touch him.&nbsp; “Oh, god, Sam...yes.”&nbsp; She kept coming, her hips moving, rhythm having nothing to do with her movements as she worked on Sam’s hard cock, hoping he’d achieve release as well, but thoroughly enjoying hers...again.&nbsp; “Oh, Sam, baby...you’re so damned good...&nbsp; So good,” she grunted, grabbing his hand and dragging it to her mouth to kiss his palm, licking his wrist and then biting the web between the thumb and forefinger where it didn’t hurt very much, turning her head and sucking his big thumb into her mouth...thinking of his cock even as she felt it in her and she came again, screaming around his hand as the intensity made the world go dark around the edges..&nbsp; Irene stopped moving in shock as her body quaked, moving of its own accord.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 05:42:25</strong>
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				Sam was out of touch with everything and everyone . . . but her.&nbsp; Every thing in his body was hot and shaking uncontrollably as Irene fucked him back.&nbsp; It seemed like every inch of her body and every muscle inside it was engaged with him. They were making beautiful noises together.&nbsp; Her cunt was so wet that each thrust ended with a wet slapping noise.&nbsp; They were both moaning and panting with the pleasure building between them.<br><br>Irene’s cunt was so tight that it felt to Sam like her hand tightly squeezing and stroking him.&nbsp; Her pretty ass felt so good butting back against him and clenching as he filled her with his cock.<br><br>When they came together, the effect was so strong that Sam was amazed that they both stayed standing.&nbsp; He grunted and strained as he finished hard and deep as he filled her with every bit of cum his balls had.&nbsp; He collapsed against her with his hands braced against the wall.&nbsp; His mouth nuzzled her neck as his hips shuddered and drove his cum up into her womb in uncontrolled spasms.<br><br>“Oh god Irene . . . oh baby . . . I love&nbsp; . . . Mmmm . . . how good we are together. Oh sweetie . . . now we need that bath for sure . . . I’m just covered in sweat . . . and you . . . darlin’ are aglow . . . and wonderfully fragrant . . . Mmmm.&nbsp; I need to stay in you . . . it feels so nice . . . ” He grinned.&nbsp; “Hmmm . . . so you complete me?&nbsp; Make me whole?&nbsp; &nbsp;Mmmmmm . . . I like that.&nbsp; How about you Irene?”<br><br>His arms flexed and brought him tightly against her.&nbsp; His belly moved his belly against her ass as he savored how good his cock felt inside her.&nbsp; All he wanted to do was to love her . . . to take care of her.&nbsp; To do it with his body was the best way he knew or through his work.&nbsp; Sam smiled against her neck as he trailed light kisses from her hairline down over her spine as his wilted cock slid out of her juicy cunt.&nbsp; He felt her juices trickle down the insides of his thighs as he kissed her down to the small of her back.<br><br>Sam stood and gently turned Irene to face him.&nbsp; He pressed himself against her until she was backed against the wall.&nbsp; His hands gently caressed her breasts as he kissed her deeply.&nbsp; Sam’s tongue traced the contours of her lips as his body became very quiet and peaceful.&nbsp; It was very nice to be kissing her. As his arms encircled her waist Sam drew her away from the wall.<br><br>“Mmmm . . . I like this Irene . . . I’ve missed this all these years.&nbsp; Now I’m really looking forward to being in bed tonight.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 06:21:47</strong>
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				Irene leaned back against Sam as he held her.&nbsp; What had he said?&nbsp; He said love...and paused...and then said how good they were together.&nbsp; Wasn’t that the truth?&nbsp; Irene sighed, pleased.&nbsp; As he slipped from her, she shuddered, shocked by the warmth that quickly cooled running down her legs.&nbsp; <br><br>Had she said those words?&nbsp; Completed?&nbsp; Maybe more like whole, as in not broken.&nbsp; Finished.&nbsp; She lolled her head back as Sam kissed down her spine, shivering.<br><br>“Sam...dear Sam...I’m no romantic.&nbsp; I don’t claim to be a poet.&nbsp; But, you make me feel complete...not a ‘soiled dove’ or only part of a person.”&nbsp; She pivoted as he drew her around, looking at him.&nbsp; “I think...maybe...” she looked at his chest, trailing the back of her hand over his pectoral muscles down the center of his abdomen absently.&nbsp; “I don’t feel so damaged...so...broken with you.&nbsp; And, if you feel more whole with me, that makes me feel good, too.”<br><br>She sighed into his mouth as he kissed her, calm, hands gentle on her breasts.&nbsp; She snaked her arms around his neck, swung her legs up around his hips with a little hop.&nbsp; “And, you are so right about the bath.&nbsp; I’m going to have to mop the floor and clean the chest of drawers, too.&nbsp; We’re just lucky we didn’t break anything,” she teased, giving his chin a lick and a kiss.&nbsp; <br><br>“We are good together...at least in the fucking portion of the entertainment.&nbsp; I’ve got you beat, hands-down, in bad attitude, though.”&nbsp; Holding on tight, she kissed his neck.&nbsp; “TO the baths, Sam.”&nbsp; She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, like you would to tell a horse to move along.&nbsp; And, she chuckled, pleased at just about everything.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 05:10:26</strong>
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				Sam replied in a low tone as she remarked about some cleanup that was needed. “Hey I ain’t no slovenly pig....I clean up my messes...so you’re not to go and assume it’s yours alone to do.”<br><br>He kissed her with a lot of feeling.&nbsp; It was not every day, or that matter, in most of his lifetime up until meeting her that a beautiful naked woman had jumped up on him and wrapped herself around him so affectionately.&nbsp; He liked it.&nbsp; It was reflective of more than just the sex they were enjoying.&nbsp; It was playful, sweet and sexy . . . which is how he mostly thought of her . . . but he knew she could be a tough as any man defending what was hers or of hers.&nbsp; She was so much more than what he anticipated from reading what was available to him, but unlike the customary scenario, he was happy as hell about what he hadn’t known about her but felt like he now knew some. <br><br>Sam made a snuffling noise and then a whinny imitating his horse as Irene clucked at him and gave him a command to take her to the bath.&nbsp; He grinned and played along as he walked to the tub room with a ‘horselike’ gait and with Irene clinging to him in the most wonderful way.&nbsp; He reckoned that if any of the women from his past had been at all like Irene, he’d have been married by now.&nbsp; It wasn’t so much that he was looking to get married, but the idea of it had recently gained some appeal.&nbsp; Of course plans didn’t always work out as he knew from more than casual personal experience . . . so the future would answer that question about his plan.<br><br>Sam looked around and then remembered that the stool was in the other room.&nbsp; He thought about stepping into the tub as they were but that didn’t seem like the best option.&nbsp; He turned about and went back to the table.&nbsp; He lowered Irene’s bottom onto its edge and reached for and grabbed the stool in one hand and used the other on her bottom to draw her up onto him.&nbsp; He snuffled again and whinnied as well as he headed back to the tub with his lovely rider.<br><br>He knelt and positioned the stool under her before gently resting her bottom on it. He’d not referred to an ass as a bottom since he’d been a kid when his mother would threaten to swat his bottom if he didn’t shape up.&nbsp; She never followed through on that threat, but despite his contrary&nbsp; intentions he’d made her proud . . . at least she’d told him so more than once before she passed.<br><br>He let his hold of Irene loosen as he leaned back on his haunches and admired how beautiful she was.&nbsp; Her pussy slit was glistening still with their cum which made his body shudder with want of her.&nbsp; His brain told him what his gut had already decided.&nbsp; A man could do a hell of a lot worse than hitch up with Irene O’Rourke.&nbsp; She was someone special and he’d no mind to let her not know what he thought of her.&nbsp; He chuckled.&nbsp; He’d said it pretty directly . . . more than once as he recalled.&nbsp; Sam just wasn’t clear on whether she understood it or not.&nbsp; That he knew was on him as the sayer of it. If it was important that she understand it . . . then he’d have to get her there . . . and it was for him important.<br><br>He grabbed a clean cloth and dipped it into the tub.&nbsp; He wrung it out and handed it to her.<br><br>“You best wash your face yourself Irene . . . you know how you like that done.&nbsp; The rest I think I can properly muddle through and do a passable or better job.&nbsp; And don’t get all squirrelly about it . . . but you’re getting cleaned up first . . . then it’ll be my turn.”<br><br>He did love looking at her . . . and he was intrigued still with her bald pussy . . . and her magic string.&nbsp; He grinned as he waited for her to finish imaging how long he’d have to wait before her bush grew back enough that she’d need to make her pussy and legs so smooth again.&nbsp; ‘Ahh hah,’ he thought, ‘ . . . plan B.’<br><br>As he watched her, he remembered their spoken truths . . . and his unspoken ones about each other . . . and how and who they were.&nbsp; Sam went back to one thing she’d said.&nbsp; “As to attitude Miss Irene . . . speaking of that, if you don’t mind telling me . . . what the heck was your maiden name anyway . . . I know you use&nbsp; O’Rourke out of respect and to honor your late husband . . . but calling you Missus O’Rourke . . . well it doesn’t sit too well . . . I feel it’s like I’m cheating on him and I know I’m not . . . god rest his soul . . . I can’t explain it any better than that.” <br><br>Sam shrugged as he was for the moment at a loss for words.&nbsp; He softly stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckle until his words came back.<br><br>“...anyway darlin’ . . . you’ve seen only my best attitude . . . and that’s only cause you’re special and I hold you in the highest regard.”&nbsp; <br><br>He took another cloth and got it wet and leaned forward and kissed her as he gently washed her chest and made certain that each breast got some special cleansing attention.&nbsp; <br><br>“I have a reputation you know . . . and I didn’t get free or earn it by being a gentleman with them that aren’t deserving of it.&nbsp; I am the reciprocity arm of the court after all . . . ”<br><br>He grinned at her and kissed each of her nipples before he started to wash Irene's belly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 06:23:43</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two-Night</strong><br><br>She laughed as he played the horse.&nbsp; She stroked his hair as he moved, changed his mind and came back to get the stool.&nbsp; Irene hugged him tight as he bent.&nbsp; “I’ve witnessed your aptitude for cleanliness, Mr. Markham,” Irene said, grinning broadly.&nbsp; “I’ve been the beneficiary of said attentions...”<br><br>When he set her on the stool, Irene felt like royalty.&nbsp; She watched him as he got the cloths and handed one to her.&nbsp; She covered her face and gave it a good rub, making a show of cleaning her ears and neck.<br><br>Head tilted to the side, she smiled at Sam as he knelt before her.&nbsp; What would it be like if he wanted HER, not just in the carnal sense?&nbsp; She sighed knowing she was having little girl thoughts.&nbsp; Irene long ago learned to take what she could get, and take it at face value.<br><br>She looked at Sam.&nbsp; “Garrison.&nbsp; I was born here, to Irish Immigrants.&nbsp; I come by the Irene naturally, and the temper, too.&nbsp; Guess the fighting spirit can be good sometimes.”&nbsp; Irene pushed her hair back from her face, dragging fingers through the tangles.&nbsp; “I go by O’Rourke because it’s my legal name and it’s what everyone in these parts know me as.&nbsp; If I tried to change it...well, they’d just say I was hiding from my ‘past.’&nbsp; You must know a faction think I was the one to kill Timothy.&nbsp; We fought like cats and dogs—with words.&nbsp; He never raised a hand to me, though I did hurl a mug after him when he walked out on the argument.”&nbsp; She sighed sad for a moment.<br><br>She reached out and tangled her fingers with Sam’s, drawing his hand closer to kiss the first knuckle.&nbsp; She rubbed his knuckles against her cheek and then released him.&nbsp; At least until she got old and feeble, she’d have these good memories of time with an amazing man who hunted criminals by day, and...<br><br>Irene sobered.&nbsp; “Sam, I don’t think I asked if you were married.&nbsp; I mean, not that it matters...I was just curious.&nbsp; I babbled all about my dead husband...”<br><br>She let him take his time, working around to her question as he admitted to being on his best behavior with her and to having his own reputation.<br><br>Irene reached up and touched the bullet wound scars on Sam’s chest.&nbsp; Some scars were visible and some were hidden.&nbsp; She sighed, smiling as he as he wet another cloth and helped her in her cleaning up, washing her, apparently making sure she was clean with a taste-test of her nipples which swelled appreciatively at his attention.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh, Sam,” she sighed, running her fingers through his hair, holding his head in place as he kissed her, then releasing him as the cloth moved lower.&nbsp; Irene closed her eyes, smiling.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 00:08:15</strong>
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				Sam was happy that they were getting to know more about each other.&nbsp; He had always been a fairly good judge of people, and he’s been right about her from their first interaction.&nbsp; He rinsed the cloth in the tub, having purposely avoided Irene’s sex.&nbsp; Instead he set to washing her legs.&nbsp; He stretched out each one in turn and washed them from her hip down over the front of each leg down to her ankles.&nbsp; He then ran the wet cloth up the back of her legs until the seat of the stool wouldn’t let him go any further.&nbsp; Rinsing it again Sam washed her arms and pits.&nbsp; He had to admit as he washed her, that her armpits were very appealing.&nbsp; He kissed each one and was amazed yet again how smooth she’d gotten with just a string.<br><br>“Mmmmm . . . you really are lovely Irene Garrison O’Rourke . . . and I just found another bit of you that I’m entranced by.”&nbsp; He gave her left armpit a little lick and shuddered again as his body responded to the intimate contact.&nbsp; “No . . . I’m not married Irene . . . I never have been.&nbsp; Never met anyone before that seemed to be a good candidate.&nbsp; Since the ambush I’ve been thinking more about it and how nice it would be to settle down and have a life.&nbsp; I know about those idiots who have tried to pin what happened to your husband on you.&nbsp; I don’t believe it Irene . . . I know it wasn’t you . . . I just do.&nbsp; I think it was a setup to get something on you and to get you out of the way for some reason.&nbsp; It’s just a theory but it makes sense to me.&nbsp; There are basically two reasons folks kill each other . . . it’s either greed or personal . . . and often both.”<br><br>Sam stood and held out his hands for Irene to stand.&nbsp; He wanted to wash her back, the insides of her legs, and her pretty pussy.<br><br>"I do want you Irene...is that plain enough?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 05:41:33</strong>
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				Irene found that she enjoyed having someone...Sam take care of her.&nbsp; When he moved to her arms and he kissed her armpit, and the lick, she opened her eyes and stared at his face so close to her.<br><br>She breathed deeply, almost moving her free hand to touch him when he began to speak.&nbsp; “....met anyone before...”&nbsp; Before me? She wondered.&nbsp; So, she was slow to respond to his theory about the reason for killing Tim.&nbsp; “Sam...&nbsp; they wanted his land.&nbsp; And, they wanted me out of the way...&nbsp; And, there’s another reason people kill each other---no reason at all, just the heat of the moment.&nbsp; Passion isn’t all like us, it’s anger and fear and hate, too.”<br><br>She watched him rise, regarding her.&nbsp; He held out his hands and she automatically placed hers in his, rising at his slight tug.<br><br>His next words were enough to make Irene doubt her hearing.&nbsp; She stared at Sam, waiting for a smile, an explanation...&nbsp; None came.&nbsp; <br><br>“Me?&nbsp; Sam?&nbsp; You want me more than tonight or tomorrow...?”&nbsp; She searched his face, prodding the idea, not quite believing he could possibly mean what it sounded like he meant.&nbsp; When the unexpected happened, it generally wasn’t a good thing; she had difficulty fathoming that a man like Sam would want her.&nbsp; <br><br>But, then, it surely would be nice...&nbsp; Irene’s mind turned to the vow she’d made to bring Timothy’s killer to justice.&nbsp; And, she still felt the same.&nbsp; She blinked as Sam’s words struck a new note.<br><br>“Sam?&nbsp; You knew who I was when you got here?&nbsp; You heard about me, about the suspicions about me, about Tim?”&nbsp; She backed away from him abruptly, needing distance to think clearly.&nbsp; “Was this some sort of information gathering...mission?&nbsp; Sam?”&nbsp; She stared at the man before her, wanting his explanation to be something less than that he’d been hunting for information.&nbsp; She wanted what she’d felt to be the truth, and for his words to be real.&nbsp; Irene didn’t know how to feel or what to think, now.&nbsp; She ran her hand through her hair, one arm wrapped around her middle in a defensive pose, waiting to hear if she’d been a fool or not. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 06:57:16</strong>
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				Sam for the first time in quite a while was flustered.&nbsp; He was confused as to how things had taken such a turn when they’d seemed to be so good . . . so nice.<br><br>“Well . . . yeah it is . . . I told you that . . . but not about you Irene.&nbsp; I work for the court . . . more accurately . . . for the Judge . . . and yes I’m serious . . . I do want you . . . and as I said earlier today, not just in bed.&nbsp; I didn’t come here to check you out . . . no . . . no.&nbsp; The Judge thinks you got a raw deal in the investigation...and so do I.”&nbsp; <br><br>He didn’t like the way she’d stepped away from him and seemed to be closing herself off from him.&nbsp; He decided to lay it out for her as he’d been trying all day...at least in his mind...but apparently not in hers. <br><br>&nbsp;“Irene . . . us today here . . . me and you has nothing to do with anything . . . with anything else other than you and me.&nbsp; From the moment I came here and met you I wanted to know you . . . and then . . . I wanted you . . . I didn’t design or plan it . . . it just happened . . . Irene . . . I like who you are . . . I like how you make me feel . . . I like making love with you . . . yeah love.&nbsp; It’s not about fucking you . . . though I do like it with you . . . so much I can’t stop wanting you . . . and yes...I know about your husband . . . how he was killed.&nbsp; I’m certain that you’d nothing to do with it.&nbsp; There’s never been a question or doubt in my mind about that . . . I want to help you get some justice . . . if you’ll take my help.&nbsp; That’s all the Judge asked me to do was to offer you my help.&nbsp; This . . . ” he looked around her rooms . . . and at his naked body and then at her, “this is all apart . . . separate from that . . . an impulsive desire on my part to get to know you . . . cause I think you’re damn appealing . . . and not just naked . . . though you’re highly appealing naked.”<br><br>Sam stood with his arms spread and his hands open and he spoke quietly.<br><br>“Irene . . . this . . . our day . . . even now for me has been all about you . . . wooing you I guess.&nbsp; I wanted you to like me enough that you’d be open about maybe more than liking me.&nbsp; I’ve been as honest with you as I can be . . . sometime after walking in your door all I’ve wanted is you in my life somehow . . . it’s the truth Irene.&nbsp; I’m good at my job, so good that aside from it I have no life . . . I want a life away from the job . . . I want a life with without the guns and the endless riding and everything that’s been so much of my life.&nbsp; You’re a decent lovely woman Irene . . . despite the tough shell you put up to keep people at their distance . . . and how you use your job as a definition of who you are . . . like anybody gave you a chance to have any other kind of a job . . . I was a Texas Ranger . . . now I’m a bounty hunter for the court . . . That’s not the definition of who I am . . . it’s only what I’ve been good at and made a living at.&nbsp; Anyway . . . I was hoping to be your exception and that you’d be mine . . . that we’d at least give the idea a chance. Well that’s it . . . looks like I’ve made a fucked up mess of things . . . yep it surely looks like it . . . if you want me to go I will . . . but I hope you won’t cause I want to stay . . . and not just the night.”<br><br>He was an emotional wreck inside.&nbsp; He’d wanted her so badly and now it looked like that was just a dream . . . a puff of smoke . . . here and then gone.&nbsp; He sat on the edge the tub and shook his head as he stared at the floor.&nbsp; He couldn’t take the look of horror he’d seen in her face when things seemed to go horribly wrong nor could he deal with the likelihood of her sending him packing<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 07:17:45</strong>
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				Irene listened to more than the words, she listened to Sam’s tone, read his face.&nbsp; He seemed as shocked by what she’d asked as she had been by what he’d admitted.<br><br>She began to breathe again, a little raggedly.&nbsp; Blinking to keep the tears at bay, Irene moved to Sam, stepped up to him between his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck and head, cradling him to her shoulder.<br><br>“Sam...I want you, too.&nbsp; I’m used to wanting things.&nbsp; I’m just not used to someone wanting me, the way you say.&nbsp; After a while, you just sort of change your perspective, you know?&nbsp; You change your thinking so that you don’t want because it isn’t your right to have wants.”&nbsp; She held his face, moving to look at him, silent tears running down her cheeks.&nbsp; “I’m sorry I accused you...It’s just...Oh, Sam, you made me feel hopeful, alive.&nbsp; And, I was afraid it was just part of some plan to find out if I’d killed Tim.&nbsp; I believe you, Sam.&nbsp; I always did, I just needed to hear it, all out there in plain English.”&nbsp; She kissed his forehead, shifting to sit on his lap.&nbsp; “I’ll have you as long as you want me, Sam.&nbsp; And, your help would be so welcome.&nbsp; I’ve been so alone...”&nbsp; Irene kissed Sam’s neck, snuggling into him, seeking the comfort of his touch as her emotions were just as naked as she was.&nbsp; <br><br>“You have to be frank with me, Sam.&nbsp; In this world, you never believe anything kind said to you because you know it’s the bottle talking or they’re thinking with their nether head.&nbsp; The girls tell me men tell them they love them and are going to leave their wives to be with them, take them away from this world---and, it’s all just words; meaningless words.”&nbsp; She laughed softly.&nbsp; “I kind of ruined the moment, didn’t I?” she said.&nbsp; And, then she was afraid he’d think she was manipulating him (his mind as well as his cock) if she did begin to touch him, so she just snuggled against him, her feet still braced on the floor.&nbsp; <br><br>“I do love the way we fit together,” she murmured, rubbing his arm.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 16:02:07</strong>
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				Sam listened intently to all Irene had to say.&nbsp; His stomach settled and he sighed as his nerves calmed as he heard her say what was for him the most important part of what Irene said, <em>“Sam . . . I want you, too . . . ” </em>&nbsp; She’d made his day . . . heck his life.&nbsp; He welcomed her into his lap and he held her tenderly as she talked and snuggled in against him so lovingly.<br><br>“I’m not much of a romantic Irene.&nbsp; I tend toward the cynical side, I guess.&nbsp; That’s from the work I think.&nbsp; Probably something like you . . . but today I think I’m a believer in love at first sight.&nbsp; The way you were with me downstairs at the bar had me all jumbled up with wanting to know you . . . to have you.&nbsp; Hell I even called it ‘the plan.’&nbsp; &nbsp;Heck honey . . . I don’t plan much more than where I’m going tomorrow.&nbsp; But I knew from the start that with you some how and some way was what I wanted.”<br><br>He kissed her softly . . . his hand caressing her breast.<br><br>“You didn’t kill the mood baby . . . you only got us where we both wanted to be but were having a heck of a time getting there.&nbsp; I’m much happier where we are than where we were.&nbsp; So I believe you’re due some cleansing still . . . and so am I . . . and more than ever I want the night with you . . . and tomorrow.&nbsp; We’ve some sorting to do . . . but not now and not in bed . . . okay.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tomorrow we’ll have time to attend to it.&nbsp; Now I just want to enjoy you and fit together like we do so well.”<br><br>He winked slyly at her as he wet the cloth with fresh water and washed her back as his tongue slipped into her mouth in a deep, emotionally laden kiss.<br><br>“Have I mentioned, Irene Garrison, how beautiful you are?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 01:53:24</strong>
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				<strong>Day Two</strong> - <em>When darkness falls across the land...</em><br><br>Irene chuckled as Sam mentioned his cynical side, certain he was mocking her.&nbsp; Was there a person more cynical than herself?&nbsp; She leaned back to grin at him, shook her head.&nbsp; <br><br>“Love?” she said.&nbsp; “A cynic would say it was far too soon; that love at first sight was something only for penny dreadfuls and children.”&nbsp; She turned his face to look him in the eye.&nbsp; “I think I might love you, too,” she whispered.&nbsp; It seemed less childish to admit it in a whisper.&nbsp; And, then her word choice seemed timid, weak; “...think I might...”&nbsp; She kissed him and then lifted her face once more, leaning her head against his, foreheads together, noses touching.&nbsp; “Yeah...I love you, Sam.&nbsp; And, it’s scary.&nbsp; So, you might need to have some patience with me.”<br><br>She gasped as the cool cloth came down her back, perfect timing for Sam to press his advantage and kiss her deeply.&nbsp; She sighed, her tongue meeting his.&nbsp; Sliding her arms around Sam, Irene chuckled as he lifted his mouth from hers.<br><br>“You’ve mentioned it a few times, Mr. Markam...well, minus the Garrison.&nbsp; And, have I told you how much I do like your form?”&nbsp; Her hands ran down his back, to his side and then she grabbed two hands-full of backside, giving his ass cheeks a firm squeeze.&nbsp; She liked that a bit more than she’d thought and caressed his ass.<br><br>“Can you feel your legs, Sam?&nbsp; Sittin’ on the edge of the tub and everything... With my weight all on your lap.&nbsp; Maybe you need to recline a bit...” she gave a push to the floor with her feet, and turned Sam so he wouldn’t cleave the back of his head on the far side of the tub, falling atop him into the cooled-down water.<br><br>She laughed at the splash they made.&nbsp; “I suppose I’ll have to clean that up...later,” she said, kissing him once more.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 02:54:38</strong>
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				Sam was totally enjoying her hands on his ass.&nbsp; She’d not really touched him there much and now she was doing it quite well.&nbsp; It was kind of relaxing . . . soothing as she worked the tension out of his muscles.&nbsp; He kissed her and caressed her breast with a sigh of genuine contentment.&nbsp; He felt her legs stretch and suddenly he was sputtering water.&nbsp; Irene was sprawled atop him laughing as he clamored and tried to sit up or at least get his head and shoulders about water.<br><br>“What in tarnation just happened? Are you all right Irene?” <br><br>He leaned back against the wall of the tub and gathered her to him as he settled himself. Sam understood quickly that she’d done it to them.&nbsp; Her facial expression gave that away as well as her immediate concession that the mess outside the tub was hers to clean up.&nbsp; He never got a word out as she kissed him.&nbsp; Except for the coolness of the water, it soon was all history as he deepened the kiss, returned the compliment by kneading her lovely ass and drawing her body up onto his a little further.&nbsp; His cock had already been thickening before they fell into the tub.&nbsp; But now with her body pressing down on it Sam was getting close to being fully aroused.<br><br>“You do work wonders Irene . . . that is the truth.&nbsp; I love your playful side too, Miss Garrison . . . and I love playing with your lovely body.”<br><br>With his hands moving up her back, he soon had them at her shoulders.&nbsp; He cupped them over her shoulder joints and pushed her up over him until she was nearly sitting.&nbsp; His cock was under her pussy and he tightened and relaxed his groin which moved him against her slit.<br><br>“Well my sweet and lovely . . . you are faced with some choices here.&nbsp; You might atone for rudely throwing me into the tub by taking my cock inside you and wildly screwing me, and then bathe me later or you can bathe me now and I’ll fuck you after . . . perhaps with you hanging over the edge of this tub . . . in the most unladylike manner.&nbsp; Those seem fairer forms of reciprocity than rolling you under me into the water, which I have no doubt I could manage.&nbsp; Sooo . . . what do you say?”<br><br>He continued to flex his stiff cock up against her crotch as his hands moved to cup and caress her breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 05:07:48</strong>
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				His surprise only made Irene laugh harder as he gave in to the fun, and turned the tables on her.<br><br>As he lifted her up, Irene braced her hands on the tub edge and held herself aloft, looking down as he managed still to touch her, issuing her options for atonement, and his threat.<br><br>“You really think that you could roll me under, do you?&nbsp; Well, I wouldn’t want to hurt you, Sam.&nbsp; So, I’ll take option A and B,” she said, easing onto him, shifting to direct him into her welcoming grip once more.&nbsp; She sat on him, smiling, her eyes closing for a moment as that magnificent full feeling overcame her, her eyes rolling up in her head.&nbsp; <br><br>She moved one knee and then the other beside Sam’s hips, slipping on the slick surface of the tub.&nbsp; She laughed helplessly as she tried to gain purchase in the water.<br><br>“I think we need to slide down a bit, brace yourself...I don’t think your head will go under...” Irene said.&nbsp; She stared at Sam, pale eyes like the desert sky mid morning before the heat haze overtook the blue.&nbsp; “You’re where you need to be,” she said, giving her ass a little wriggle, surprising herself with how good it felt.&nbsp; With new incentive, Irene leaned forward and kissed Sam, turning her head and deepening the kiss, her tongue moving over his lower lip before entering his mouth as she braced on her elbows and drew herself up, before sliding back down, a clever movement of her hips making fucking her man possible.<br><br>She lifted her head in shock at her thoughts, looked at Sam once more.&nbsp; “Did I mention that I really enjoy making love to you, Sam?”&nbsp; She kissed his upper lip, tilting her head to nip and tug it slightly as she rode his cock.&nbsp; “Mmm.&nbsp; And, I like fucking you, too.&nbsp; When you put me on the dresser...”&nbsp; She smiled and leaned to the side to kiss his neck, trailing nipping kisses to his shoulder, her movement increasing as her reminders worked on her, flooding her with moisture, warmth.<br><br>“I like coming.”&nbsp; She paused to stare at Sam, shrugged her shoulders slightly.&nbsp; “I can tell that you do, too.&nbsp; But, you know, the more that I do it, the better I seem to get at it.”&nbsp; She felt that Sam was secure, so she slid her arms around his neck, used her hands to cushion his head on the tub and continued to fuck him slowly.&nbsp; It felt really nice, like it could go on for a long time and she’d be just fine.&nbsp; Their wet skin seemed to hold no friction as she slid up and down him, her chest touching his, nipples teased by the water and the touch into pert peaks.<br><br>“God damn, Sam.&nbsp; This is nice,” she admitted, leaning in to kiss him once more.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 04:17:36</strong>
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				Sam was in a situation where regardless the choice Irene made . . . he’d win . . . they both would.&nbsp; When she was in a playful mood, he had to have her.&nbsp; It just wasn’t going to be ignored.&nbsp; Not after air had been cleared and they were on the same page.&nbsp; There’d have to be a new plan he knew that but it would be theirs and it would be a longer term plan . . . and it’d not be a silly one either.&nbsp; But for the moment all Sam wanted was to make love to HIS woman . . . HIS lover . . . HIS Irene.<br><br>“Oh baby . . . I do love going inside you.&nbsp; There’s no better feeling.&nbsp; Well going into your mouth is damn good too . . . Mmmm . . . oh yes . . . oh baby . . . fuck me just like that . . . oh Irene . . . oh damn but I love you . . . I love being able to say it . . . oh Jesus . . . honey that’s beautiful . . . oh god I like you on me . . . your tits on me . . . Mmmm.”<br><br>Sam was in awe.&nbsp; It had started as play and then became incredible lovemaking.&nbsp; He’d never had anyone make love to him like Irene was.&nbsp; It was slow and quiet and joyful . . . and loving.&nbsp; Her hands behind his head as her body moved against him made him speechless but for quiet moans and sighs . . . and very short sentences . . . or fragments of sentences.<br><br>“I like when you cum too, Irene . . . it’s so wonderful to be a part of it . . . to be the reason for it . . . Mmmm.&nbsp; And Irene . . . I love cumming inside you . . . god it’s so good . . . Mmmm.”&nbsp; <br><br>His cock was very hard and his hips were rocking his ass off the floor of the tub.&nbsp; He caressed her ass as she moved over him.&nbsp; He teased her fluttering pucker as his tongue played inside her mouth.&nbsp; He was totally into them and wanting her.&nbsp; He grinned with a long sigh.<br><br>“Mmmm . . . you are getting better at it each time and wetter too honey.&nbsp; I love how wet you get now.&nbsp; Oh baby this is nice . . . very nice . . . oh Irene . . . I want to do this again in the bed . . . Mmmm . . . you feel so good . . . I’ll need to come soon . . . but I don’t want too . . . I want to stay like this a while longer.&nbsp; Kiss me honey . . . make me blush from it.”<br><br>Sam winked at her as his hands settled over the creases separating her ass from the backs of her legs.&nbsp; They just rode her as he savored how she was making love to him.&nbsp; He couldn’t in that moment stop grinning at that thought if his life had truly depended on it.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 06:30:57</strong>
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				Sam’s movements pressed him deeper.&nbsp; Irene was busy, kissing his face, his neck, his shoulders, back to his face.&nbsp; She paused every once in a while, slowly fucking him as she stared at him, memorizing his face, just in case...&nbsp; It was a hard world and his job wasn’t exactly sedate.&nbsp; She was going to keep every moment locked away inside her forever, replacing it with new ones as they came along.&nbsp; <br><br>“You want me to make to blush, Sam Markham?&nbsp; Sir, if you haven’t blushed, yet, you aren’t going to.&nbsp; No sir.&nbsp; I’m not going to do anything that might embarrass you.&nbsp; That’s not my way.&nbsp; Not now.&nbsp; Not with you.”&nbsp; Irene moved herself up, letting him almost slip out of her, holding herself there, braced on her arms.&nbsp; “I like you, Sam.&nbsp; Why would I want to make you blush like a school boy with his first peek at a girl?”&nbsp; She grinned down at him.&nbsp; Slowly she lowered herself onto him once more and resumed her cradling of his head.&nbsp; She ran her fingers into his hair and bent her face to his, rubbing her smooth cheek against his stubble-covered cheek before she began moving on his hard cock once more.&nbsp; She pressed her mouth to his and began to seriously fuck him, desire to feel her orgasm roll over her and wash over him taking her into a fever pitch as her tongue plunged into his mouth like his cock was plunging into her.&nbsp; Bathwater sloshed and splashed, cool water hitting her hot back and she’d bet it steamed from their combined heat.<br><br>“Baby, I’m so very close,” she said, softly.&nbsp; Irene’s voice had groan hoarse.&nbsp; She felt herself quivering, felt the knot inside of her tighten as she clamped down on his cock, pumping him wildly as the tornado touched down inside her.&nbsp; Irene’s mouth was clamped onto Sam’s, kissing and licking, nipping, and kissing harder as low sounds issued from her throat.<br><br>She laughed and cried as she came, and then seemed to come again without completely stopping the first round.&nbsp; “Oh, Sam...&nbsp; Oh, darling, Sam....” Irene rested her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck below his ear, her hips moving a bit slower, then a little bit slower yet, smoothing out as her body eased.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 19:48:23</strong>
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				Sam grinned up at her as she kept moving them both closer to climaxing.&nbsp; Irene’s seriousness in responding to his plea to make him blush made him chuckle.&nbsp; He’d only meant that he wanted her so passionate that he’d color with want of her.&nbsp; He clearly wanted her . . . and she wanted him . . . but god she was beautiful making love like she was.&nbsp; Sam was quite pleased with how they were now . . . the air cleared . . . their true feelings shared . . . both their desires and fears.&nbsp; It had turned a very excellent day into a perfect one.&nbsp; At least from his humble perspective, especially since all he’d wanted was a decent beer to parch his thirst and dry throat.&nbsp; Now he had her . . . and she . . . thank god that she wanted him to have her.<br><br>His eyes closed as he concentrated on how their bodies were so wonderfully attuned to the other as they made love.&nbsp; Sam sighed aloud.&nbsp; It had been some time since he’d used that expression or thought in those terms . . . but by god he did love her.<br><br>He grunted as she shifted and came down on him from another angle.&nbsp; It felt so good to be inside her.&nbsp; Then she made him gasp as she rubbed her face against his cheek and fucked him harder and at a faster tempo.&nbsp; <br><br>“Jesus honey . . . you know how to fuck me so well . . . oh god Irene . . . make me cum in you . . . god I so desperately need to . . . oh baby that’s it . . . fuck me hard . . . ”<br><br>He was silenced by her tongue filling his mouth in the most sensuous and arousing way.&nbsp; In that instant he though that she could probably get him to come with just her wonderful kissing.<br><br>“Oh baby . . . You’re fucking gorgeous like this . . . god but you’ve got me there too . . . oh Irene I’m coming too.”<br><br>He came once of course to her twice but it seemed to go on for a very long time as her vaginal muscles squeezed and milked every little sperm out of his sack and into her wet warmth.&nbsp; He grinned as he in a quick flash wondered what their kids would look like if they had any . . . then he was lost to her body as she settled on and around him and he held her to him in the chilly water which seemed to have been warmed some by their lovemaking.&nbsp; He kissed her back.<br><br>“Yes it is . . . it’s quite lovely honey.&nbsp; Mmmm . . . ”<br><br>Sam simply savored her quiet movements against him as they held each other and kissed some more.&nbsp; He was wonderfully spent and happier than he could remember.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 08:14:21</strong>
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				Irene enjoyed lying there with Sam.&nbsp; Slowly, the cold of the water seeped into her consciousness and she giggled like a girl, lying on his chest.&nbsp; <br><br>“Sam...Oh, glorious man that you are, we still didn’t have a bath,” she said, sitting up awkwardly, dragging her legs around but not moving off of Sam.&nbsp; She leaned and felt over the side of the tub for one of the two clean buckets of water.<br><br>“Shall we stand up and scrub down with soap and then just be brave and pour the water over us?” she asked.&nbsp; That would mean that they would have to part.&nbsp; Irene sighed at the idea, but sensuously eased herself up, Sam’s cock sliding wetly out.&nbsp; She looked down and chuckled.&nbsp; “I think this water has done all the cleaning it can,” she said, getting to her feet and holding out her hand to him, to help him up.<br><br>She looked down into the water, biting her lip.&nbsp; “Maybe we should drain the tub...”&nbsp; Was she feeling squeamish about standing in a tub with cum mixed with the water?&nbsp; And, how had one man created so much?&nbsp; She grinned, hoping she’d helped him with that somewhat.&nbsp; But, good heavens!&nbsp; She glanced at Sam’s package and everything seemed fine.&nbsp; After their workout, she’d have thought that his package might have posted itself off for a little vacation somewhere.<br><br>Biting her lip, Irene moved to step out of the tub and felt a pull in her groin.&nbsp; She chuckled and sat down on the rounded edge of the tub to swing her legs over the side all ladylike.<br><br>“Sam, I think you broke my parts. I know there was a crack there...but, it seems to have widened,” she said, standing up on the dry floor to fetch the empty bailing bucket.&nbsp; <br><br>She felt light-hearted, even goofy, as she moved across the room, walking like an old woman.&nbsp; She bailed a bucket of water into the little disposal sink and went back to get more, pausing to kiss Sam.<br><br>Would she ever tire of kissing him?&nbsp; Of making love to him?&nbsp; She didn’t think so.&nbsp; She knew new love was bright and shiny and generally lost some of it’s polish with time, but there was more to Sam.&nbsp; They’d talk more...go out and meet the town...&nbsp; She looked at him and smiled, kissing him again before she took the next bucket to the drain.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 05:17:14</strong>
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				Sam didn’t like their parting very much but he knew they’d have to eventually.&nbsp; The only part he liked was how wonderful it felt to move in her, even if it was to slip out of her.&nbsp; Everything else about it wasn’t at all to his liking.&nbsp; Their bodies lying atop each other as they’d been, or with him on top of her felt so good, even if they were only still and quiet with each other.&nbsp; He liked her kisses too, so as he stood in the tub sheepishly watching her drain the water from the tub, one bucket at a time, her kisses she gave him each trip she made to the little sink brightened his spirits.<br><br>“Come on Irene . . . Let me help with that&nbsp; . . . We’re a partnership on these things aren’t we?&nbsp; Besides honey we’ve only the one bucket of clean water . . . that won’t hardly be enough will it?&nbsp; We need to freshen you up and you need to thoroughly clean me . . . mmmm . . . you are going to . . .&nbsp; aren’t you?<br><br>Sam took the bucket from her and filled it and stepped out of the tub and kissed her before retracing Irene’s steps to the sink.&nbsp; After a few more trips the water was so low that the bucket couldn’t collect any more water.&nbsp; Sam walked back to Irene from where she’d been watching him.<br><br>“So Miss Irene what do we do now?”&nbsp; He was grinning even though he had nothing in mind besides what he’d said. “The tub is nearly empty, but we can’t scoop up anymore.&nbsp; We only have the one bucket of clean water, and I suspect it’s too late to have more brought up . . . right?”<br><br>He took her into his arms and kissed her tenderly . . . enjoying her naked body against him.&nbsp; Sam’s kiss became a bit bolder as he let his hands wander over her back and bottom.&nbsp; When he broke the kiss, he held her gently against him and rested her face against his chest.&nbsp; He truly had no idea what they would do to clean up . . . he hated the idea of getting into the clean sheets on the bed without bathing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 07:05:44</strong>
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				Irene chuckled as she watched Sam finish the emptying of the tub.&nbsp; She looked at the remaining water and laughed.&nbsp; “I suppose your home is fitted with indoor plumbing?&nbsp; Or, perhaps outdoor and you just pull the plug and let it drain to the ground?”&nbsp; She moved to pick up the dirty towel from earlier and tossed it into the tub.&nbsp; When it had soaked up the water, she wrung it into the bucket and then dipped more water out the same way until the tub was dry.&nbsp; She wiped the sides down and hung the towel on a hook to dry.&nbsp; She emptied the bucket and set it beneath the towel, should it drip.<br><br>She gave Sam a look that clearly said, “Men!” and drew him over to the tub.&nbsp; “You’re pretty clean, soaking like you were.&nbsp; But, come here, love, and I’ll give you a bit of a soap-up,” she said.&nbsp; Irene wet two cloths and lathered the first lightly.&nbsp; <br><br>When Sam rejoined her, she carefully washed his groin and up his chest, washed his arm pits and then moved around him to wipe his back and backside.&nbsp; She dipped the clean cloth in the water and dribbled the water over him, rubbing the soap away with her palm.&nbsp; It was an effective bathing method learned over years living in a desert country.<br><br>Irene carefully washed his cock and then lower, smiling up at him as her hand covered in the cloth, slid between his legs.&nbsp; She cupped water in her hands and poured it over him to rinse, smiling as she taught the lawman some new tricks.<br><br>“D’you want to wash me, Sam?&nbsp; Or watch me wash myself?”&nbsp; She grinned at him, one cheek dimpling.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 09:07:57</strong>
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				Irene had magical powers, Sam had decided.&nbsp; No matter what they’d already done, she could&nbsp; always get him hard again.&nbsp; He wasn’t even thinking about making love to her at that moment but Irene began washing his cock.&nbsp; She compounded things by then spending extra time washing him between his legs.&nbsp; He felt sure that she knew she was getting him there.&nbsp; Sam could see the sparkle in her eyes. He watched with great interest as Irene used her hands to sluice the water over his body to rinse away the soap.<br><br>“Mmmm . . . you are one resourceful woman to have around Irene.”<br><br>Sam leaned toward her and kissed Irene’s mouth.&nbsp; He grabbed a towel and dried himself as he listened to her proposed options.&nbsp; He grinned at her as he made a bit of a show of drying his lower belly, cock and balls with the towel.&nbsp; He leaned against the edge of the tub and looked Irene over.<br><br>“Oh I think I’d like to watch you baby.&nbsp; I think it would be interesting and a little exciting to learn how you do it for yourself.”<br><br>Sam draped the towel he’d used over his shoulders and behind his neck as he watched her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 10:08:35</strong>
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				Night of <strong>Day Two</strong><br><br>Irene had given up remonstrating herself for ogling Sam.&nbsp; She liked the long lines, the muscles neatly drawn beneath his skin.&nbsp; Why not take advantage of the situation and have a good long look?<br><br>She grabbed the ends of the towel to pull Sam down to her, kissing him freely.&nbsp; Releasing him, she smiled and stepped into the tub once more.<br><br>Irene lathered her hands and rubbed the soap across her chest, rubbing around her breasts, then down to her stomach, over her hips, her hands meeting as if covering herself at the juncture of her legs.&nbsp; She smiled slightly, circling her hands over her stomach once more, around to her bottom.&nbsp; She raised one foot to the edge of the tub in such a way that her thigh blocked Sam’s view.&nbsp; She rubbed her soapy hands down her leg, washer her foot and then moved back up her leg to wash her female parts lightly.&nbsp; She wet her hands again, bending over to the bucket she’d brought into the tub with her.<br><br>She suspected Sam liked her ass, so she let him have a little peek before moving upright once more, rubbing soap across her backside once more.&nbsp; Irene lowered her leg, pivoted and raised her other leg, continuing to block herself from Sam’s complete view.&nbsp; She washed her raised leg as carefully as her other leg before straightening to look at Sam over her shoulder.<br><br>He hadn’t fallen asleep, she noted.<br><br>Irene stretched her arm over the opposite shoulder, her soapy hand sliding over her shoulder and upper back.&nbsp; She continues until she was lathered everywhere.<br><br>“And, to rinse...” she narrated, dipping a cloth into the water and dribbling water over her arms, one at a time, wiping the soapy water off.&nbsp; Over her chest, she dribbled water, rubbing one breast, cupping it for effect and to rinse below her breast.&nbsp; She followed this method with her other breast, cupping water in her hand and bringing it up to hold the underside of her breast, water running down her side.<br><br>Irene dipped the cloth again, bending over to give the cloth a good shake in the bucket.&nbsp; She straightened, squeezing the water out to run down her back. She wiped her face and neck, and then rinsed her legs.&nbsp; There was only one untouched area.&nbsp; Irene faced Sam, soaped her hand and washed her feminine folds.&nbsp; To rinse, she cupped water and pressed her hand up to her crotch, one foot raised to the edge of the tub, again.<br><br>“Fascinating, isn’t it?” she asked, running a hand over her backside to make sure she’d rinsed clean.&nbsp; She took another cloth full of water to wipe her back, slapping the cloth over her shoulder and reaching back to pull it down her back.&nbsp; Wringing out the cloth, she draped it over the edge of the tub and turned to face Sam once more.<br><br>“Did I miss anything?” she asked, reached for the towel still around Sam’s neck to blot herself dry.&nbsp; She raised her eyes to his, smiling.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 05:08:45</strong>
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				Sam knew the instant that Irene began washing herself that he’d made a good choice. Either way would have been a good one.&nbsp; He certainly loved touching her.&nbsp; Thinking of it made him sigh, and his heavy cock twitch.&nbsp; But as he watched her he found it very erotic, especially as she added to it.&nbsp; He loved when she cupped her breasts to wash and rinse them.&nbsp; Sam was pretty sure that she did that for him more than for herself.&nbsp; He grinned at the thought that perhaps he was wrong and that she’d in fact done it for both of them.&nbsp; His belly fluttered as he imagined watching her give herself an orgasm, especially now that she was having them so wonderfully.<br><br>The soapy suds floating down over her wet skin was getting him very warm.&nbsp; But the water running down and streaming off of her tits and down into her crevices had an even more pronounced effect.&nbsp; It was much akin to their touching each other and kissing before making love. <br><br>Sam grinned back at her when she washed her pussy and her ass, Irene seemed to get how much he liked her body as she showed it to him from various angles and without reservation.&nbsp; Her ass looked very appealing as it glistened with wetness from her washing it in his full view.&nbsp; He wanted her and, as she glanced over her shoulder at him, Irene seemed to know it as she focused her gaze on him and seemed to take him in as much as he was of her.&nbsp; Sam shifted his position a little and opened his legs exposing his want of her blatantly.<br><br>In answer to her question about it being fascinating to watch her bathe, Sam answered succinctly, “Yes . . . very much baby.” <br><br>He grinned as she walked over to him and took the towel from his shoulder and dried herself unabashedly in full view of his lustful gaze.&nbsp; Irene’s breasts moved very seductively as she walked to him and also as she dried her body with his towel.&nbsp; When she patted her pussy, dry he inhaled sharply and then exhaled in a long low sigh.&nbsp; Her pussy looked so unique to him devoid of any hair.&nbsp; Touching her there had been simply so unique and wonderful experience that it made him get hard very quickly.&nbsp; He liked looking at how she was put together down there.&nbsp; He’d never seen a woman’s privates so clearly before as they’d all been naturally covered in hair.<br><br>He grinned and put his hands on her hips and drew her to him between his legs.&nbsp; “No honey . . . you didn’t miss a thing . . . and neither did I.”<br><br>Sam sat taller with his back stiff and straight and kissed Irene deeply.&nbsp; He sighed into their kiss, as his hands cupped her cool ass cheeks.<br><br>&nbsp;“You are absolutely beautiful Irene . . . god I love looking at you and making love to you . . . and being with you . . . and I love how you make me feel like I’ve never really felt before . . . wanted.&nbsp; Oh baby . . . I hope you feel the same because I want you so badly.”&nbsp; He chuckled at that.&nbsp; “Hell I’ve been telling you that pretty much all along.”<br><br>Sam stood and held her against his body and cradled her head against his chest.&nbsp; He stood with her like that for some time.&nbsp; He rested his cheek against her head.&nbsp; She smelled so good that he savored it as he swayed with her in his arms.&nbsp; At some point, Sam drew his upper body back from her and looked her in the face.&nbsp; <br><br>“Do you dance Irene? I was just thinkin’ that it would be nice to dance to something slow and sweet with you like this in my arms.”&nbsp; He chuckled.&nbsp; “Well not exactly like this . . . we’d have our clothes on of course.”<br><br>Sam gently ran the backs of his folded fingers against her cheeks.&nbsp; <br><br>“There’s a lot a’ stuff I can imagine doing with you darlin’ . . . and quite a lot of it with our clothes on.&nbsp; But now I think we should get into bed.&nbsp; I can’t think of anything sweeter than eventually falling asleep with you in my arms.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 08:28:00</strong>
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				Irene smiled, melting a little inside at Sam’s words.&nbsp; “I’ve never wanted anything more, Sam, than to know more about you, spend time with you, make love with you...”&nbsp; She smiled at the chosen term and moved with Sam as he swayed them.<br><br>“Once upon a time Irene Garrison was actually sought out to attend cotillions and balls.&nbsp; I came out the year before my parents got sick; I had a year of dancing.&nbsp; Of course, I’d had lessons and all of that.”&nbsp; She leaned into Sam, imagining dancing with him in one of the grand ball rooms of New York’s finest.&nbsp; She smiled at herself; she wasn’t the kind of girl who got invited to those places anymore.&nbsp; The thought didn’t bother her.&nbsp; She felt oddly safe with Sam.&nbsp; He was a tall man, imposing, but it was more than that.&nbsp; He hadn’t treated her like a tool, not from the start.&nbsp; He knew all about her and he was still here, still saying the same words.&nbsp; She was beginning to believe them, now.<br><br>“I’d like to help you do your job, Sam.&nbsp; That seems so purposeful, so...I don’t know, like you’re doing the world a service.&nbsp; Of course, the danger is a bit of an attraction, and the challenge of outwitting clever criminals.&nbsp; Her eyes, should Sam look down at her, were distant, thinking of men who should be “outlaws.”<br><br>“I am a good rider.&nbsp; I’m familiar with a colt pistol, but I haven’t ever had to fire one at someone. And, by familiar, I mean that I cleaned Timothy’s gun.”<br><br>Irene yawned widely.&nbsp; “I would like to sleep with you, too, Sam.&nbsp; I fear though that we won’t sleep and will then fall asleep at the least opportune moment.”&nbsp; She grinned, meeting his smile.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned her head and grabbed one of Sam’s hands, unfolding his fingers to kiss the tips.&nbsp; “Do you have a night shirt, Sam?” she asked, smiling.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 06:24:37</strong>
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				Sam looked at her in a bit of happy wonderment.&nbsp; Her offer to ride with him and help him took him a bit by surprise.&nbsp; He hadn’t thought much about how their future might be.&nbsp; He of course thought that she would probably stop being a courtesan, but he wondered about her bartending responsibilities.&nbsp; He had no idea about how these things worked.&nbsp; He was grinning though as she filled him in on how she’d make herself useful on the trail.&nbsp; He leaned forward and kissed her softly.&nbsp; Sam let the kiss linger as he stroked her sides.&nbsp; He liked how soft she was and warm.<br><br>“So you wanna be my deputy, do you?&nbsp; You know . . . and this isn’t anything against you Irene . . . but some of these men I’m after have a history that includes doing not very proper things to women.&nbsp; I don’t want you in danger . . . plus sleeping on the trail ain’t exactly like sleeping in a nice clean bed.”<br><br>He could imagine her as a very tough woman, be he preferred not to.&nbsp; Now helping her solve her husband’s murder was something else again.<br><br>“You wanna help me on a case?&nbsp; There’ll be only one . . . then I’m hanging up the badge and settling down.&nbsp; You up for that Irene . . . the one case and then we change our course?&nbsp; It’d be your case . . . well your late husband’s case.”<br><br>He grinned at her fear that they’d be so tired that if they made love again they could fall asleep before cumming.&nbsp; Sam was rather confident that it would be more likely that he’d fall asleep before they ever started.&nbsp; Once started with Irene, he seriously doubted that he’d not finish it.&nbsp; Sam chuckled.<br><br>“Don’t be silly Irene . . . there just ain’t no way I’m not finishing what I start . . . especially with you darlin’.&nbsp; The question is, will we start anything before we sleep . . . or will it be while we’ve slept . . . or will the dawn come with us?”<br><br>Irene had a way with him of making him excited in anticipation of their next time. Innocent as it might have been in intent, she’d done it again.<br><br>“On the trail I sleep in my clothes.&nbsp; In a bed I sleep naked.&nbsp; How about you darlin’ . . . how do you sleep?&nbsp; In a nightgown?&nbsp; Mmmm . . . I like that . . . or whatever’s your practice . . . ’s long as it’s you in my bed . . . that’s my only care.”<br><br>He kissed her and held her warmly against him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 06:51:16</strong>
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				Irene felt herself frown at Sam.&nbsp; Did he forget what she had been doing for a living for quite some time, now?&nbsp; Men who came here weren’t all proper gents, that was for sure.&nbsp; And, her own husband had bordered on the dangerous side of rough when he’d had anything to drink.<br><br>“I’m aware of the beast that lives in some men.&nbsp; Women, too, you know, can have a streak of mean that would give some men cause to turn tail.”&nbsp; <br><br>She crossed to the drawers and pulled open a middle drawer, drawing out a bit of worn cloth that, when shaken out, revealed itself to have started life as a man’s nightshirt.&nbsp; Irene had removed the sleeves from the plaid shirt and used the fabric to make a ruffle around the V neck.&nbsp; It wasn’t very feminine, but it wasn’t exactly masculine; no man would probably ever be caught wearing it.&nbsp; She dropped it over her head and shifted the shoulders about until it hung right.<br><br>“I’ll be happy to help catch the bastards who killed Tim.&nbsp; I think one was in the bar yester...earlier today or yesterday...&nbsp; I have no idea what the time is,” she mumbled.&nbsp; “He had Tim’s big hunting knife.&nbsp; I was too slow to react...I lost them in the town,” she said.&nbsp; “I was just stunned.&nbsp; I guess part of me began to believe that it had been an accident...and then I saw the knife.”<br><br>“And, generally, I wear something.&nbsp; People have been known to walk into the wrong room and we’ve had a few emergencies where we’ve had to run out in the middle of the night...&nbsp; So, I wear a big shirt or this.”&nbsp; She chuckled and walked up to Sam.&nbsp; “It’s not like it’s a chastity shirt,” she said, smiling.&nbsp; She lifted his hand and placed it on the shirt over her breast.&nbsp; “The fabric is worn thin.”&nbsp; She moved his hand on her, smiling broader as her nipples hardened.&nbsp; “And, it’s not like I’m trussed up in a pair of drawers, either.&nbsp; So...you know...as the mood moves us...”&nbsp; Irene kissed his chest and then backed away to lead the way to bed.&nbsp; <br><br>“Mr. Markham, settling down just doesn’t sound like something I’d ever be able to do.&nbsp; But, maybe if there was a reason to settle down, if there was something exciting in the prospect of settling down...moving somewhere no one has ever heard of O’Rourke...perhaps I might be convinced,” she said, yanking back the sheet and thin blanket to slip into bed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 03:44:47</strong>
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				Sam listened to her mild rebuke as she walked to the drawers to fetch something.&nbsp; He shrugged it off.&nbsp; It wasn’t meant as disrespectful what he’d said or how he’d shrugged in response to her.&nbsp; He’d simply not wanted Irene to have to deal with that kind again . . . to be apart from it . . . to be his woman and for them to be fresh . . . new with each other.&nbsp; Their pasts left behind them.<br><br>Sam frowned with concern as Irene told him of the man in the saloon who’d had her husband’s knife.&nbsp; His frown deepened as she told him of going after them . . . the man with the knife and his partner . . .&nbsp; into town.&nbsp; He said a silent prayer of thanks that she’d not found them . . . both for her personal safety . . . and for their meeting each other . . . and for what they were to each other now.<br><br>“If they showed up like that . . . they’re being either stupid or very bold.&nbsp; It’s stupid to have such a trophy in plain sight in a town where it might be recognized . . . or bold if they knew who you were and were flaunting it in front of you.&nbsp; You have to be careful with these men Irene . . . if they had no trouble killing Tim . . . they won’t have qualms about killing you either.&nbsp; I have a very vested interest in you staying healthy and alive.”<br><br>He smiled as their conversation lightened and she told him why she wore something to bed.&nbsp; In his mind it, the shirt, wasn’t much in terms of offering her any modesty.&nbsp; It was well worn but in that sense it was soft and almost luxuriant on her body.&nbsp; He liked how she’d taken his hand to her and how her breasts and belly felt under it.&nbsp; His hand on her had obviously gotten her beautiful nipples to show all of their lovely contours and topography so vividly in the thin fabric.&nbsp; They were quite expectantly getting him aroused.&nbsp; He smirked in recognition of the fact that if he came upon her, not knowing her as he did, and she was in just that shirt . . . it would be only an enticement and not at all a deterrent to wanting her.<br><br>“Mmmm . . . I do believe I hear an invitation for some midnight lovemaking.&nbsp; I can’t think of anything nicer right now.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you awaken later tonight or in the morning with my face buried between your handsome legs . . . please don’t hurt me.”<br><br>Sam grinned as he cupped her pussy with the shirt between his fingers and her warm damp sex.<br>He took a breath and sighed as he kissed her with a lot of quiet tongue play.&nbsp; When the kiss broke, he let her lead him to the bed.<br><br>He climbed into the bed first, after she threw open the sheet and blanket in what he took as an invitation.&nbsp; Sam lay on his side with his arms out as his own invitation for Irene to join him.<br><br>“I’m not meaning settling down as in retiring to rocking chairs on a porch somewhere . . . I mean the both of us together starting our own life together.&nbsp; You away from this job you have that I don’t think is really you . . . and myself away from dealing with all the scum and crooked back shooters that seem to be in unending supply here in Texas.&nbsp; Maybe start our own ranch up in the Wyoming territory.&nbsp; I hear it’s beautiful country up there but it has its own harshness too.&nbsp; It would be challenging . . . that’s for sure . . . but none of this down here would touch you up there . . . I’d never let it . . . and don’t get riled at that.&nbsp; I know you’re a tough woman.&nbsp; You’d have to be to be doing what you’ve had to . . . but Jesus Irene . . . just let me take care of you . . . even if just a little at first.&nbsp; Now come here . . . I want to love you some more.”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 05:45:21</strong>
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				Sliding into bed, discussing “settling down” with anyone was not something Irene had ever expected to do.&nbsp; She’d firmly convinced herself that her new life was her new life and she’d slowly, grudgingly accepted it.&nbsp; Moving into Sam’s opened arms, however, seemed something she might accept on a daily basis far more easily.&nbsp; <br><br>“You want, Mr. Markham, to fuck me.&nbsp; It’s all in those baby blue eyes of yours,” she said, grinning as she rolled close to him and petted his face.&nbsp; “Montana, you say.&nbsp; You now it’s cold there...very cold.&nbsp; We’d have to snuggle up to stay warm all through winter and half of spring and fall,” she said, shifting to give his lips a light kiss.&nbsp; “Peeing in an outhouse in subzero weather... At least it wouldn’t smell so bad, right?” she shook her head.&nbsp; “I’m sorry.&nbsp; Forgive me for being so...blunt.”<br><br>Irene moved to lie along Sam’s side, her arm across his chest, her hand next to his neck.&nbsp; She sighed as she seemed to fit there perfectly, the little hollow between his shoulder and chest cradling her head.&nbsp; Irene felt ---happy.&nbsp; It was such an unusual emotion for her to associate with herself that she hugged the moment to her and gave Sam a hug.<br><br>“You said something about midnight love-making, Sam,” she said around a yawn.&nbsp; “But, it’s way past midnight.&nbsp; I can tell by the stars.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 05:09:16</strong>
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				Sam chuckled at her statement about his eyes.&nbsp; Irene was able to read him and that didn’t scare him at all.&nbsp; She was the one person he’d let see what he was thinking.&nbsp; The rest of the world was not so welcome.&nbsp; He did want to fuck her . . . always . . . ever since she gave him attitude . . . sass . . . at the bar.&nbsp; Despite how their relationship had changed he hoped that that part of her would always be there.&nbsp; He liked having someone who could get in his way when he was a bit too full of himself.<br>Now he wanted only to hold her . . . to have her soft feminine body against his.&nbsp; There was some thing very nice, he thought, about the prospects of waking up with her each morning.&nbsp; ‘Yep Sam Markham . . . you got it bad for the woman.’&nbsp; He grinned in agreement with his brain’s chatter.<br><br>“I’m not set on Montana . . . it is beautiful country I believe . . . but I ain’t hankering to use no privy in the dead of winter.&nbsp; Nope Irene . . . you sure enough sold me on that.&nbsp; Maybe one day there’ll be someone who figures out how to get the privy inside for places like that.&nbsp; &nbsp;But aside from that . . . snuggling with you for warmth for most of the year sounds right appealing.&nbsp; I guess you could say that we’re gonna test that theory tonight. Huh?”<br><br>Sam sighed as his hand cupped one of Irene’s lush breasts.&nbsp; He grinned as he teased her nipple into fullness.&nbsp; She sure as hell had lovely breasts and he enjoyed them.&nbsp; He chuckled as he recalled how much of her he liked just as much as her tits . . . umm breasts.&nbsp; He smiled into a kiss.&nbsp; It was a lazy soft one but deep in the emotion that it carried.&nbsp; He’d never felt so much like giving himself to anyone . . . but to Irene he was perfectly ready.<br><br>When the kiss broke, Irene settled into him in the most perfect and pleasant way.&nbsp; They hugged and Sam closed his eyes as he savored all the ways she filled his senses.&nbsp; At that moment taste was the only absent one and he’d thoroughly tasted her enough that he could still savor her flavor on his lips.&nbsp; Whether he could in fact, didn’t mean anything to him.&nbsp; Sam was having a lovely moment just holding her.&nbsp; When she spoke about his idea midnight lovemaking and yawned, he opened his eyes and sighed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Yeah I know honey.&nbsp; I can read them too . . . but I was thinking more the middle of the night . . . which for us doesn’t really commence until we fall asleep.&nbsp; Waking to make love to you Irene just seems like the most perfect thing.&nbsp; But I’m too tired now to do much about it besides kiss, hold and touch you.&nbsp; God I surely do like those things.”<br><br>He squeezed her into him and let her go as he closed his eyes.&nbsp; He whispered just before sleep took him . . . ”I do love you Irene . . . I know it’s sudden . . . but I truly do . . . hey&nbsp; . . . what time is breakfast over around here . . . I imagine I’ll be hungry when we wake up . . . Night babe . . . ”&nbsp; Before the words that were in his brain could get out, Sam Markham was asleep with a smile on his face.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 06:20:41</strong>
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				Lying next to Sam, holding him and being held by him, Irene wondered who she was.&nbsp; His earlier warnings about the possible murderers hadn’t even raised her ire and, generally, being told to be careful or being told what to do at all got someone a knock to the head with whatever projectile was handy.&nbsp; But, she took Sam’s warnings and cautions to heart.&nbsp; Irene was almost certain the men hadn’t looked at her face, hadn’t recognized the barmaid/courtesan as anything more than a piece of ass.&nbsp; It was nice to have someone concerned for her well-being, she mused, sighing at her romantic thoughts.&nbsp; She gave herself a little pinch and jerked at the pain as her fingers pinched skin on her ribs.&nbsp; So, she wasn’t asleep and dreaming.&nbsp; She jerked as he spoke, lifting her head to look at him as he eased into sleep, looking younger, less worried as his eyes fluttered.&nbsp; <br><br>“Dear, dear Sam.&nbsp; How’d you do it?” she asked, softly.&nbsp; “I feel safe and vulnerable and excited just because of you, Sam.”&nbsp; She laughed as he was seduced once more, this time by sleep, but mumbling questions as he was sucked into his slumber.<br><br>“Whenever we want it is when breakfast will be,” she said, supremely confident.&nbsp; “Rest well,” she said, kissing his chest before resting her head where she’d kissed, wrapping one leg around one of Sam’s legs and following him into sleep.&nbsp; “I won’t hurt you if you wake me up to make love,” she said.&nbsp; She chuckled as she thought that she might hurt him if he DIDN’T wake her up to make love.<br><br>She heard the horses muttering in their stalls behind the saloon, a couple of chickens grumbling along with them.&nbsp; Irene was lulled to sleep by the animal noises and by the even breathing and steady beat of the man’s heart beneath her ear.&nbsp; Music, she thought as her eyes closed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 04:26:24</strong>
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				Perhaps Irene’s bed wasn’t really the most comfortable bed Sam had ever slept in but it sure felt as though it was to him.&nbsp; He awakened slowly unsure of why he had until he heard the soft hooting of an owl not far off.&nbsp; He ordinarily appreciated the sounds of natural and was quite accustomed to them with his many nights sleeping on the trails he traveled.&nbsp; This one was perhaps his favorite critter . . . only because it had awakened him in the dark with Irene nestled in beside him.&nbsp; Sam shifted his body and kissed her forehead softly.&nbsp; He smiled as she made quiet murmuring sounds.<br><br>In a whispered voice he said what was in his heart, “Irene Garrison . . . I love you.”<br><br>He separated himself from her and wandered into the tub room and relieved himself and with a damp cloth refreshed his face and body.&nbsp; He smiled as he wandered back to the bed.&nbsp; He sat on the edge of it beside her quiet still body and looked at her in the dim light.&nbsp; Her night shirt had risen up her body and the full length of her legs were exposed as was the lovely ‘V’ formed by them and her belly.&nbsp; Sam loved looking at her.&nbsp; She really was quite beautiful he thought and her pussy was quite lovely and intriguing.&nbsp; He’d never seen a woman’s sex with such clear detail before.&nbsp; He shook his head realizing that he’d ruminated that thought more than a few times since Irene had first shown herself to him.<br><br>He leaned down and softly kissed her at the top of her slit where her hood began.&nbsp; Even in her sleep he loved how she smelled and tasted.&nbsp; Sam wasn’t sure why she wouldn’t be the same as when awake but he noted it none the less.&nbsp; Carefully he moved over her until he lay on his side facing her from the center of the bed.&nbsp; Gently he moved her shirt away from her right breast.&nbsp; He kissed ad licked her nipple.&nbsp; It felt so good in his mouth.&nbsp; Sam liked how it seemed to recognize him by swelling against his tongue.<br><br>With softly dragged kissed and licks Sam’s mouth traced the fullness of her breast, and then drifted down into the valley of her cleavage.&nbsp; Irene’s skin was soft and tasted very nicely salty and like something else he couldn’t describe.&nbsp; He paused as his lips felt the beating of her heart under her ribs.&nbsp; Her breaching was not as quiet now as it had been when he first awoke, and her heart seemed to be beating a bit faster too as his kisses trailed down over her belly to her navel.&nbsp; Sam slipped his tongue into it and once again he savored the taste of her.&nbsp; He sighed as he licked his way down to her slit which looked like a dark line emerging from between her legs.&nbsp; Sam was encouraged by the little sounds coming from her and the faint movements in response to his attending to her.<br><br>Sam gently parted her legs and he cupped her pussy.&nbsp; He rubbed her softly using all of his hand.&nbsp; His middle finger slipped into her folds and found that she was quite warm there and a little damp.&nbsp; He stroked her lips and her clit and teased her opening by tracing its rim until she started getting wetter.&nbsp; With some caution Sam moved over her leg to kneel between Irene’s parted thighs.&nbsp; He lowered his mouth and kissed and licked her hood until her clit emerged.&nbsp; With a darting tongue Sam teased it as his fingers stroked and tugged on her inner lips, spreading her silky slickness throughout her pussy.&nbsp; Unsure if she could hear him or not Sam lifted his face from her pussy and looked up at her.<br><br>“Honey . . . my sweet baby . . . I want you so much . . . there was no way I was going to get back to sleep if I didn’t make love to you.”&nbsp; <br><br>Sam sighed and pushed his tongue inside her.&nbsp; His nose was on her hood and he inhaled deeply the scent of her sex as his fingers caressed her intimately and his tongue tasted and explored her opening.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 00:20:44</strong>
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				She was dreaming.&nbsp; First the dream was about Tim and learning he was dead.&nbsp; But, when she went to view the body, commanded to do so by some unseen person who her sleeping mind labeled as The Law, it was Sam’s face on the dead figure and her dream self screamed while others laughed.&nbsp; Irene woke and looked down at the sleeping figure beside her.&nbsp; His hand was warm on her and she knew it had just been a dream.&nbsp; She eased around until she could kick the sheet off of her legs, feeling too warm with Sam’s heat washing onto her.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene pushed the nightmare away and dropped back into sleep.&nbsp; The next dream she had was far more pleasant.&nbsp; A whiskered mouth touched her bare skin, touched it at her slit and she was unsure if the dream continued or if she was living the dream.&nbsp; Lying still, she waited and felt the bed move as Sam lay beside her once more.&nbsp; She wondered what he would do next to her, as she slept.<br><br>He moved the fabric from her breast and kissed it.&nbsp; Irene’s pulse quickened and her toes curled.&nbsp; “Mmmmm,” she sighed, feigning sleep since he seemed to be enjoying himself.<br><br>But, he moved lower and when his mouth and hands worked on her she could not fake sleep any longer.&nbsp; She shifted, eyes opening, to look down at Sam.<br><br>“Don’t,” she grunted.&nbsp; “Don’t go back to sleep, Sam.”&nbsp; She Sat up, braced on her elbows.&nbsp; She met his eyes and watched him as he pressed his tongue into her, his fingers tugging her folds, rubbing...&nbsp; Irene moaned, “Oh, goodness, Sam, you’re damned good at that.”&nbsp; She lifted her knees, planting her feet on the bed, lifting her hips to help him.&nbsp; “Oh, baby, mmm... Come on,” she said, making an effort to roll up slightly, her hand on his neck, fingers cupping trying to draw him up to her.&nbsp; “There’s something else that needs to be there,” she said, smiling. Irene moved her foot, sliding it up Sam’s thigh to insinuate it between him and the bed until she felt his stiffened cock, held prisoner against the bedding.&nbsp; “Mmm.&nbsp; Seems you’re quite ready,” she said.<br><br>Something about being woken up this way had certainly lit Irene’s sexual fuse.&nbsp; She also felt strong, self-assured as she tried to coax Sam up so that he might fuck her properly.&nbsp; And, so that she might kiss him and look into his eyes as she fucked him back.<br><br>“Sam?&nbsp; I really want you to fuck me...now,” she said, her voice low.&nbsp; Irene writhed to his seductive touch, hips moving almost without her involvement.&nbsp; Her foot was still next to his cock, her toes rubbing his belly, urging him on.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 15:05:07</strong>
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				Sam found her pussy beautifully scented and flavorful as she grew wetter and wetter for him.&nbsp; He smiled at her as she propped her self up and watched him.&nbsp; He could tell that she was getting aroused from her little noises which were growing louder and more frequent and by her hips rising off the bed to meet what his hands and mouth were doing to her.<br><br>Irene was also making it clear that she wanted Sam to fuck her.&nbsp; That was his goal too, but first he needed to get her to cum.&nbsp; There was a pay off in it for him too . . . he loved it . . . how she came . . . that she did it for him.&nbsp; Her body was beautiful and had incredible erotic effects on him.&nbsp; Irene’s smile as she watched him, and how she spread her legs and raised her knees to offer herself to him had incredible meaning.&nbsp; He slurped up her juices with a broad tongue as he worshiped her in his own way.<br><br>Irene’s foot seemed unnaturally adept at stroking him.&nbsp; It added to his need for her.&nbsp; Sam slipped two fingers inside her as his tongue darted and fluttered at her clit.&nbsp; His fingers moved in and out of her pussy fast and hard which made her wetness cream.&nbsp; His eyes sparkled with how she looked, so obviously aroused and her body wanting more.&nbsp; He sucked her dribbling cream up before moving up over her.&nbsp; His fingers were fucking her almost madly as his mouth found her nipples.&nbsp; He sucked on them gently and licked them to glistening fullness.&nbsp; Then his mouth found hers.&nbsp; As he kissed her, he whispered into her mouth in a low husky voice.<br><br>“Baby . . . cum for me . . . I want to fuck you as you’re cumming for me.&nbsp; Oh Irene . . . I love you . . . I want you . . . I need you . . . oh god baby . . . I do.”<br><br>Sam shifted his position and slowed his fingers fucking her and then withdrew them.&nbsp; He used them to slicken the head of his cock and then to guide it into her.&nbsp; He groaned loudly against her neck as his knees pushed against the bed for purchase and he filled her completely with his cock.&nbsp; He held like that for a moment as he savored how tightly her cunt sheathed him. <br><br>“God but it feels so good to be in you Irene.”<br><br>He began to slowly fuck her.&nbsp; Sam was savoring every sensation of their bodies moving with and against each other.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 06:55:00</strong>
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				When she received what she asked for, as he lay still within her, Irene grabbed at the iron headboard as her body was taken over by her orgasm.&nbsp; Getting better each time...she’d said, joking.&nbsp; But, it seemed that she was having more powerful orgasms with each one.&nbsp; To think, she’d been a “virgin.”&nbsp; Now, she was definitely a pro.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene’s grip of the thin metal columns that connected the top of the head board with the bottom was painful, she rolled her eyes upwards at one point, almost certain that she must be bending the iron.&nbsp; All Sam had done was to enter her.&nbsp; It wasn’t a first, obviously.&nbsp; She was comfortable with him.&nbsp; She felt safe.&nbsp; Was that all it took?&nbsp; Would the next time he turned those eyes on her be all that was required?<br><br>She shifted with him as he began to move, savoring the pleasure like a taste of honey on the tongue.&nbsp; She freed one hand to caress Sam’s cheek, her fingers almost creaking as she straightened them.&nbsp; Smiling, Irene reached between them, making a V of her index and middle finger and pushing them down to rub against his cock as it slid in and&nbsp; out of her.<br><br>Her legs moved, twining with his, rubbing his and aiding her in moving against him, to meet his slow thrusts with a bit more force as they came together.&nbsp; Irene stared into his eyes, drawing her hand away from the headboard to shift his face to look at her.<br><br>“Yes, it certainly does,” she said, grinning devilishly just before another orgasm overcame her.&nbsp; Perhaps she’d been right, and the power of his eyes was enough to push her over the edge.&nbsp; She laughed as she came, saying his name...”Oh, Sam...Oh my heavens...Sam...This ... can...not...OH SAM...be normal,” she ended on a rasping breath.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 04:31:42</strong>
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				Sam’s voice was silent as his body relaxed quite slowly from its wonderfully spastic stiffness.&nbsp; It had been a very strong orgasm.&nbsp; It had built quite naturally from his close familiarity with Irene’s gorgeous female bits.&nbsp; His ‘familiarity’ had included going down on her and fingering her beautiful cunt.&nbsp; As she apparently feigned sleep his arousal had intensified . . . there was something quite erotic about pleasuring her whilst she slept.&nbsp; When she revealed that she was awake . . . her obvious pleasure had encouraged him as did her foot stroking him and her hands in his hair.&nbsp; What had finally brought him off was her writhing body gripping the iron bars and rubbing his cock as he fucked her.&nbsp; Her knuckles had been white and every muscle in her body had seemed to be straining to cum.&nbsp; His cock had moved slowly at first as he savored all the exquisite sensations of Irene’s quiet body but then she drew him to her and pleaded for him to fuck her.&nbsp; Her legs had grabbed him and intensified how hard they fucked.&nbsp; <br><br>She’d turned his face to hers and then cum.&nbsp; Watching her cum had been a good part of his pleasure since the first time . . . her first time.&nbsp; There was something quite sweet in how it had happened.&nbsp; Their eyes had met and then she’d cum violently and he with her.&nbsp; They had both cum hard.&nbsp; She’d been more vocal than he.&nbsp; His body was wet with his sweat and her pussy juices which had poured out of her at the peak of their shared orgasms.&nbsp; He seemed only able to sigh . . . since his breathing was so labored.&nbsp; Irene’s room smelled wonderfully of her sex . . . and of their love sweat.&nbsp; <br><br>He grinned now against her neck as their bodies still moved together . . . in a randomly sporadic but still trembling manner. He smiled at her as he lifted his head and kissed her.&nbsp; It was not the lazy sweet sort of kiss he’d thought it would be.&nbsp; Instead it was a highly erotic one full of passion and depth.&nbsp; He was replaying her magnificent orgasm in his head as he’d begun it.&nbsp; She’d said his name so surely and clearly and three times by his count as she came and it somehow made all they’d said to each other quite real . . . quite serious.<br><br>“Oh it is . . . for us . . . quite normal Irene . . . and . . . dear me . . . only getting better.”<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 05:52:28</strong>
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				Irene caught her breath, the rate of her intake of oxygen slowly returning to normal as Sam’s tempo slowed until he was unable to move within her and slipped out.&nbsp; That gentle exit made her gasp once more.&nbsp; She laughed softly, pulling him down mostly on top of her and then giving him a slight shove so they lay facing each other.<br><br>“So much for clean sheets.”&nbsp; Irene spoke softly, petting his stubble-covered cheek.&nbsp; “You’ll have to shave...or perhaps I’ll shave you...before you visit me down south again,” she teased.&nbsp; “Feel like I rode a porcupine bareback,” she said, eyes smiling into his.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene felt like she should clean herself or the bed would be even dirtier, but she didn’t want to leave Sam.&nbsp; She shifted around until she gave him her back, hauling his arm around her and sighing once more.&nbsp; <br><br>“Now, can we get some shut-eye?” she asked, tone unable to keep the sound of humor from the words.&nbsp; <br><br>Lying there, Irene remembered the dream she’d been having before he’d wakened her.&nbsp; “I was dreaming this, Sam, and then you made it real.&nbsp; I wasn’t sure I was awake...at first.”&nbsp; She pulled his arm tighter around her and splayed her hand beneath his, reaching her fingers between his and lacing them together, his hand on top of hers.&nbsp; She tucked their joined fists under her chin and, with a wriggle of contentment fell asleep as somewhere out in the pre-dawn dark an over-achiever rooster began to welcome the morning.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 05:09:50</strong>
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				She had him smiling and chuckling . . . in the middle of the fucking night . . . in the middle of their fucking.&nbsp; He found that astonishing.&nbsp; He loved her for it.&nbsp; Every minute it seemed that he was with Irene held its own reward.&nbsp; He said a silent prayer of thanks that the judge had asked him to see if there was anything he could do to help the poor widow resolve her husband’s probable murder while he was in Oasis.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam smiled as he recalled that SHE’d taken him by surprise . . . apparently unknowingly . . . and made herself his goal . . . his plan.&nbsp; Sam liked it when one of his plans came together.&nbsp; This one had done that beautifully . . . and as he thought of it with a grin . . . and wonderfully . . . literally.&nbsp; In his estimation this plan was his most important one ever . . . and always would be.&nbsp; He wasn’t a silly romantic.&nbsp; He was more a slightly hopeful cynic.&nbsp; But when Irene opened up on him that first time . . . well . . . he just had to have her.&nbsp; It was, he snickered to himself, love at first sight.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Now she was all warm and cuddled back against him.&nbsp; Her beautifully wet pussy and warm ass were pressed back against him, and his hip was laying on the wonderful wet spot she’d made in their bed.&nbsp; It was theirs now . . . only theirs.&nbsp; They’d not said anything about it yet between them . . . but in Sam’s mind her job title had been edited to bartender/wife.&nbsp; Well the wife part was really plan ‘B’ . . . and they’d only just consummated plan ‘A’ by his reckoning.&nbsp; But he was hopeful about ‘B’s’ chances . . . he’d just have to woo her into ‘settling down.’&nbsp; That was clearly going to be his challenge . . . and Montana did get fucking cold . . . that was true enough . . . so he needed to find another more hospitable place for them to ‘settle’ into.<br><br>Sam nuzzled her neck as she slept peacefully in his arms.&nbsp; Her body seemed to fit perfectly back against him and she felt wonderful there.&nbsp; He cussed quietly at the damned rooster announcing a dawn that hadn’t broken yet.&nbsp; Sleeping in with her . . .&nbsp; just as they were . . . seemed like the perfect way to spend the morning half of the day.&nbsp; He yawned a huge one and then buried his face in her hair.&nbsp; Sam whispered quietly into Irene’s ear.<br><br>“Irene . . . I love you baby.”<br><br>Sam loved the many scents of her . . . her hair, her skin, her beautiful pussy, and her warm sweet breath.&nbsp; It was quite a nice way to fall asleep he thought as he inhaled a potpourri of Irene’s lovely scents.&nbsp; He was asleep with her in just seconds.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 06:11:56</strong>
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				Shifting slightly, bunching the pillow under her head and moving her hair so it wouldn’t be directly in Sam’s face, Irene realized she was going to SLEEP with a man.&nbsp; The first time in five years.&nbsp; When she woke up, she fully believed that he’d still be there.&nbsp; Even with her husband, his presence when she woke was iffy at best.&nbsp; There’d been nights, nights he’d come home from town and been angry, deep inside angry, and he’d fuck her and they’d fall asleep.&nbsp; Those nights, she knew he’d be gone in the morning.&nbsp; Those nights, she’d leave the bed once he was asleep and she’d sit on the porch and cry until she thought her heart might truly break.&nbsp; Sometimes, she’d wish he’d never come home.&nbsp; And, then there were times when he was surprisingly kind to her and she didn’t understand why there were such vastly different sides to Tim.<br><br>When he hadn’t come home, she’d thought he’d finally quit on her.&nbsp; Until the marshal had ridden up and told her what had happened, to the best of his ability to read the scene.&nbsp; And, until she saw him, laid out on the undertaker’s table, she hadn’t quite believed it.&nbsp; She’d never wished him dead.&nbsp; She’d truly grieved his death.&nbsp; A lot of her tears were tied up in guilt for the times she’d wished him away.&nbsp; When the tears were spent and she could reason, she’d realized the wound had come from a shotgun and not from point-blank range.&nbsp; The shot pattern was too wide, a few inches between the red marks on his pale, pale body.&nbsp; Then, she’d stopped crying.&nbsp; Then, they looked at her strangely.&nbsp; She’d made a ruckus and they’d tried to shut her up by accusing her.&nbsp; Irene had held her tongue.&nbsp; But that didn’t mean that she didn’t keep looking into things.<br><br>Why was she thinking this, now? Irene wondered.&nbsp; Tired...so tired her mind was staggering through memories, testing the soundness of some, comparing then and now.<br><br>Can you know a person in a minute? She wondered.&nbsp; She’d been with Tm for years and never felt like she knew him.&nbsp; But, she felt like she had a pretty good idea of what Sam Markham was made of.&nbsp; She liked Sam.&nbsp; That was something new.&nbsp; Irene smiled, her eyes fluttering shut.<br><br>Irene was just falling into an exhausted slumber, her mind finally shutting off,&nbsp; when Sam whispered in her ear.&nbsp; Her eyes opened minimally as she read his tone.&nbsp; He’d said the words before, but they’d sounded different.&nbsp; Was that because he hadn’t meant them before, or had she been unwilling to believe they were true?<br><br>&nbsp; She kissed his hand.&nbsp; “Sam, I feel the same about you,” she said, and meant it.&nbsp; She pulled his arm tighter and joined him in sleep.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 07:28:56</strong>
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				Day 3 Sunrise . . . Irene’s Room<br><br>Sam was only half awake as he felt the warm of the sun on his legs and Irene’s breath on his neck.&nbsp; She was nearly completely covering him with her body.&nbsp; Her breathing was slow and very regular.&nbsp; Her heartbeat could be felt against his chest as she was clearly still asleep.&nbsp; Sam grinned as his hands roamed softly over her skin.&nbsp; She felt so soft and warm and real.&nbsp; Half way through the balance of their night . . . that portion that followed their wonderful fucking . . . he’d awakened with a taste of bile in his throat and the cold sweat of panic on his forehead.&nbsp; Sam had awakened from a dream that was gone from his memory the instant he acknowledged his consciousness.&nbsp; Without actual memory of it, Sam was sure that he knew the dream.&nbsp; He’d had it before.&nbsp; It was most probably the one recounting the ambush that had nearly killed him.<br><br>He’d thought in that rare moment of panicky thinking that Irene wasn’t real either that it was all a lustfully vivid and sweet dream.&nbsp; Realizing that her part of it was real, calmed him and helped him cope with the other one.&nbsp; Maybe he’d get drunk enough to tell her why ‘settling down’ seemed so attractive to him now that she was such an important part of his plans.&nbsp; Sam caressed her back and then rested his hand on her left butt cheek. He smiled as she seemed to murmur her approval of his placement in her sleep.&nbsp; Sam kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes to the growing brightness in the room.<br><br>Sam was savoring the moment having sorted out what was real about it.&nbsp; He was on the verge of falling back asleep when the ray of sun which had been lower on his body finally made it to his face . . . directly into his eyes.&nbsp; He swore quietly to himself and yanked the pillow out from under his head and dropped it over his eyes.&nbsp; He sighed as he breathed in the scent of Irene’s hair which seemed to be concentrated somehow by the pillow since nothing else had changed.&nbsp; Sam hugged her and shifted away from the sun and more toward her.&nbsp; He liked how the night shirt which had been reputed to protect Irene’s modesty, had ridden up her body enough that her pussy and ass were exposed as well as the swell of one of her breasts.<br><br>He smirked as his cock seemed heavier.&nbsp; It certainly didn’t take much of Irene for him to be hot and wanting of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 20:50:07</strong>
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				<strong>Day Three</strong><br>The boat rocked gently.&nbsp; Irene loved the sensation of the great water below them, holding the boat gently.&nbsp; She luxuriated in her bunk, warm, wrapped in a fine quilt.&nbsp; She was on her way to meet her husband...the man she was to marry....&nbsp; And, it was there the dream seemed somehow wrong.&nbsp; She started to wake up, but she was so tired she just wriggled deeper into the warmth.&nbsp; Sam.&nbsp; And, in her sleep, she smiled.<br><br>How did Sam get on the boat? She wondered, blinking slowly awake.&nbsp; She stared into Sam’s face, aware of his arms holding her, sensing he’d just rolled them slightly.&nbsp; She realized her sleeping mind had translated the roll of the bed to the roll of the ship she’d been on to come West.<br><br>“Is it really morning, Sam?” she asked quietly.&nbsp; “We’ll have to leave the room sometime today, you know.&nbsp; If for no other reason than we will have to go get food.&nbsp; And, I imagine you’ve got some bounty huntering to do,” she added, smiling at her slaughtering of the language.&nbsp; <br><br>She moved her leg, which was across Sam and felt his cock against her knee.&nbsp; She rubbed her knee gently over him as she eased her leg back over, moving him to sit atop him.<br><br>“But, I say we’ve got time to ease this tension I’m feeling...”&nbsp; She rubbed herself along him, her nightdress up around her hips.&nbsp; “Yes...quite tense,” she said, smiling wickedly down at Sam.&nbsp; <br><br>Rising up, Irene braced on one hand on his chest, staring at his eyes as he stared back.&nbsp; He looked a little like he wasn’t sure he was awake.&nbsp; So, she positioned him and slid onto him.&nbsp; She wasn’t as moist as she’d been, but he still entered without too much trouble; he just felt huge and she was left gasping as her female parts seemed to applaud.&nbsp; Irene slid up him a few inches, and that was all she managed before the applause turned into a standing ovation and she felt herself spasm over him.&nbsp; She tried to stop, tried to hide that he had her so fully that she couldn’t even give him a proper ride without enjoying it herself...immensely.&nbsp; Then, she grunted, “Oh, hell,” and pistoned her hips on him, leaning down to kiss him hard as she just kept on coming.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 06:20:59</strong>
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				Sam could only grin as Irene wiggled her body against him in her sleep . . . like she was trying to get closer . . . which was physically impossible.&nbsp; She woke gradually as if from a dream. <br><br>“Uh huh sunshine . . . it really is morning . . . and we don’t have to do anything . . . going out into town with you would be nice.&nbsp; You could show me around.”<br><br>Sam blushed as he heard himself giggle at her saying ‘huntering’ as she talked about her ideas about their day.&nbsp; The blush turned into a deep flush as Irene rubbed her leg against his cock and made him hard and achy in the process.<br><br>“Mmmm....this mornin’ darlin’...I think I’ll give up on bounty huntering if I can wake up like this with you at home each mornin’...yup.”<br><br>He gasped and instinctively placed his hands on her hips as she straddled him and rubbed her sex against his cock.&nbsp; He grinned as she told him about easing the tension she was feeling.<br><br>With a wry grin he tried to answer his curiosity about what she’d said.“Whose tension do you feel baby . . . yours or mine?”<br><br>Her wicked smile didn’t answer the question but it seemed likely to Sam that his tension was at least on the way out.&nbsp; His suspicion was affirmed as she wantonly took his cock into her pussy.&nbsp; He gasped with her as his thick cock slid up into her as she lowered herself onto him.<br><br>Sam’s hands slip up under her nightshirt and he cupped her breasts and tugged at and rolled her beautiful nipples.&nbsp; Irene’s pussy was tight and warm and velvety slick, more than wet, inside.&nbsp; She looked so beautiful fucking him as she was.&nbsp; The woman who had said that she’d never cum before him, came quickly as she rode him only briefly.&nbsp; It was a wonderful orgasm Sam thought as he watched and caressed her.&nbsp; He came too just a few seconds later as her vagina clamped tightly around his cock in waves of seemingly never-ending orgasms.&nbsp; Irene was truly a marvel . . . the most beautiful and sexy woman he’d ever known.&nbsp; He kissed her back with a lot of tongue play as she lay on him with her body still quivering from her climax.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 06:57:37</strong>
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				<strong>Day Three</strong><br><br>Irene lay atop Sam, pleased and comfortable.&nbsp; “If I crush your chest, just shove me off, Sam,” she said.&nbsp; “I feel like a fallen cake; sort of oozy and shapeless.”&nbsp; She shifted, moving her lower body to the side so she could drape across Sam and have an easier view of his face as she rested her head on him.<br><br>“You sound like you mean that...about giving up on chasing fugitives from justice,” Irene said, watching Sam’s expression as she traced designs on his chest with a fingertip.&nbsp; “What would you do?&nbsp; If you could pick whatever profession in the world that you wanted, what would it be, Sam?”<br><br>Irene watched Sam, aware of the brightness and warmth of the room as the day fully bloomed.&nbsp; She would have drawn the shutters by now on most days.&nbsp; And, she’d be downstairs, getting the bar set for the day.&nbsp; She hoped Guinevara would understand...&nbsp; She felt torn; she owed Guinevara a lot for giving her a job and a place.&nbsp; But, Sam wasn’t someone she was willing to risk losing and she figured the madam would understand; it wasn’t everyday that people like them found someone willing to treat them like people.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 06:29:01</strong>
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				Sam laughed at her characterization, “Hmmm . . . crush my chest?&nbsp; Oh sweet lady . . . that’s not a concern . . . ”&nbsp; <br><br>He poked her ribs and stroked her ass, dragging his finger down through the valley made by its cleavage and felt his cock inside her.&nbsp; Sam wicked her slick wetness onto his finger and he teased her pucker a little as it fluttered when waves of orgasm rolled through Irene’s body.&nbsp; <br><br>“You’re not at all shapeless honey . . . I’m quite fond of your shape as a matter of fact.”&nbsp; <br><br>His hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts as they kissed.&nbsp; Sam liked its lazy sensuous quality . . . he liked that she had fucked him too.&nbsp; She was stunning as she rode his cock . . . moving up and down on him&nbsp; . . . taking him fully or partly inside her.&nbsp; Sam liked her tits and how they responded to her movements, by swinging, flopping, and jiggling.&nbsp; She was at any moment he’d seen here a beautiful woman and he loved looking at her . . . especially when they were making love . . . or fucking.<br><br>Sam sighed when Irene moved off of him and situated her body cozily draped across him.&nbsp; He smiled at her question about his making a change in how he made his living.&nbsp; <br><br>“That’s really the question of the century . . . it largely depends on where I end up with you.&nbsp; I don’t want to be on the trail all the time away from you. I’d thought some a while back of maybe being a sheriff in a small town . . . or lately being a rancher has some appeal.&nbsp; I grew up on a ranch . . . worked it for a while . . . but that has the most appeal to me right now.&nbsp; Being with you Irene has been wonderful honey.&nbsp; This is the happiest and, strangely, the safest I’ve felt in a while.&nbsp; Irene I feel so alive with you.”<br><br>“My history with the rangers kinda set me up for that.&nbsp; It seemed like folks either really liked us or hated us . . . there was never much middle ground . . . and them that hated us . . . well . . . every now and then . . . they’d get up and do something about it . . . as I’m a living testament. Any of that make any sense?”<br><br>He combed his fingers through her hair and just looked at her.&nbsp; Irene’s facial expression made him think that something might be going on in her thoughts.<br><br>“Whatcha thinking honey?&nbsp; That seemed like serious stuff was goin’ on in that pretty head of yours.&nbsp; You wanna tell me?”<br><br>Sam sighed has his finger idly played with her nipples.&nbsp; &nbsp;He smiled as they filled and her areolae&nbsp; flushed with apparent arousal . . . darkening and getting that bumpy wrinkled texture that he liked so much.&nbsp; He stretched his neck out kissed her forehead.&nbsp; Their quiet lazy unguarded moment felt very peaceful.&nbsp; It was one he’d be happy with if it lasted a year longer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 07:17:56</strong>
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				Day Three- Morning<br><br>Irene frowned at Sam.&nbsp; “Why would anyone hate the Rangers?” she asked.&nbsp; “I mean...you were doing a job...a necessary job.&nbsp; And, some went on to be Marshalls, so their qualifications must be the same and everyone sure thinks the US Marshalls shit don’t stink,” she said, wriggling as he tickled her.&nbsp; <br><br>She pressed up from him and looked down at him, at the scars.&nbsp; “Oh.&nbsp; Those ‘them,’” she said, shifting to one side on her knee and leaning down to kiss those scars.&nbsp; “That which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, Sam.”&nbsp; Sitting back up, she smiled down at him.&nbsp; “You sound a little like me.”&nbsp; She raised her eyebrows and widened her eyes.&nbsp; “Disparaging remarks about your profession...”&nbsp; <br><br>Irene dragged her leg across Sam’s legs and moved to sit beside him.&nbsp; She smiled, picking up his hand to lay his palm across hers almost like they were going to arm wrestle, thumbs crossed.&nbsp; She smoothed his hand on hers, resting their stacked hands on her knee.<br><br>“Who said you’d leave me behind?&nbsp; I’ve got skills, Sam,” she looked down at their hands, then.&nbsp; “I mean, I could ride along if you have some loose ends that need tying up,” she added.&nbsp; “Moving around seems kind of nice to me...seeing something more than desert and the same thirty people across a bar top,” she looked at him from under her lashes, her smile dimpling one cheek.&nbsp; “I could stand to see one person everyday, just not those same thirty drunks who come here to forget where ‘here’ is,” she said, knowing Sam would understand she was talking about him being the one person.<br><br>It was novel to sit and talk, to talk about a future with someone and believe in it.&nbsp; Irene sighed, though.<br><br>“But, for now at least, I need to go downstairs and make sure the bar is covered, Sam.&nbsp; I’m not a popular girl, you see.&nbsp; And, I rarely need a back-up.”&nbsp; She didn’t move, though.&nbsp; “I should take the dishes down, too.&nbsp; The flies will be thicker than molasses if those bones are here much longer...”&nbsp; She turned to look at the table with the remnants of their meals still there.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’ll find my replacement and then I’ll request some more hot water.”&nbsp; She looked back at Sam.&nbsp; “Then, we can have the day.”&nbsp; She stared at him, smiling slowly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 05:20:42</strong>
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				Sam blushed at all the praise Irene seemed to be giving him, even if indirectly.<br><br>“Well honey it wasn’t the good guys who hated the Rangers.&nbsp; We put a lot of bad people away . . . some permanently.&nbsp; Some, I guess, maybe even their friends, took umbrage with my work.&nbsp; I was set to join the Marshals.&nbsp; But nearly dying took me off their list.&nbsp; The judge is responsible for the job I have.&nbsp; I owe him for that . . . he never gave up on me.&nbsp; He gave me the job while I was still in bed and was going to be there awhile longer.”<br><br>He looked at their hands and then up at her and smiled.<br><br>“Honey . . . is this a job interview?&nbsp; And are you trying to use our personal relationship to influence the outcome?”<br><br>Sam drew their hands to his mouth and he kissed the back of hers.<br><br>“You make a solid argument . . . and we don’t need to sort out everything right now.&nbsp; I’m sticking here for a while darlin’ I’ve just found you, my love, and I ain’t leaving too soon.&nbsp; Besides we have work to do here.&nbsp; My only worry . . . is that you might be in danger traveling with me.&nbsp; It’s not the cream of society I’m after . . . we’d be after . . . and . . . ”&nbsp; He touched a couple of his scars . . .&nbsp; “there are real risks out there.”<br><br>Sam propped himself up and kissed Irene tenderly.&nbsp; <br><br>“I like that one person everyday notion sweetie . . . I’m very ready for that too.&nbsp; I never thought I would be . . . but only because I hadn’t found you yet.”<br><br>He listened to Irene talk about her responsibilities with the bar.&nbsp; He nodded in understanding.&nbsp; He was honest with himself that her lack of popularity with the ‘customers’ didn’t bother him a bit.&nbsp; In fact he thought it only made her transition that much easier.&nbsp; He’d back her up if there was any money needed to make it happen.<br><br>“Honey . . . I’ll get dressed and take the tray and dishes down for you.”&nbsp; He grinned at her . . . a bath would be nice.&nbsp; We could maybe make it just that a bath . . . maybe.”&nbsp; He caressed her breast as he kissed her.&nbsp; “I can get my clean clothes back too, while we’re done there . . . and I need to check on my horse.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 07:23:46</strong>
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				“Job interview?&nbsp; Hardly.&nbsp; For your job there’d be more guns and clothes and a lot less kissing,” Irene said.&nbsp; “At least, that’s how I’d do it.&nbsp; Maybe you aren’t such a hot-shot,” she said, teasing.&nbsp; “If you think sex has something to do with being a bounty hunter.”&nbsp; Irene grimaced at him.<br><br>She watched him kiss her hand, still on his, following the movement upward to meet his eyes.<br><br>“Danger is everywhere, Sam.&nbsp; You can’t hide from it forever or you just stop living.”<br><br>She met his kiss as he sat up, leaned into his caressing hand and sighed.&nbsp; She pushed him back and got to her feet.&nbsp; “I’ll get dressed and take the tray down.&nbsp; I’ll check the bar, get it restocked for today and then I’ll ask about food and water.”&nbsp; She grinned.&nbsp; “How’s that for prison fare?” <br><br>Irene hurried to the bath room and used a small amount of water from the pitcher to clean herself.&nbsp; She ran back to the room to pull on drawers and a camisole, shimmying into a corset that was mostly laced.&nbsp; She laced it the rest of the way and pulled the laces tight, adjusting the girls so they weren’t flattened downward.&nbsp; Next came her stockings, and she used the foot of the bed to brace upon as she rolled the net stockings up her shapely legs.&nbsp; The stockings had ribbon ties around the top and she tied them into neat bows.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene looked into her wardrobe and chose the deep blue walking skirt and a very demure white blouse with a high collar.&nbsp; Dressed, she smiled at Sam.&nbsp; “I’m anticipating that Guinevara will release me today and you’ll want to see the town.”<br><br>She slid her feet into her heeled ankle boots and dropped the skirt down once more.&nbsp; She frowned and realized she’d failed to put on the petticoat.&nbsp; But, the fabric was thick enough that she didn’t really need it...&nbsp; Irene glanced at Sam and decided she didn’t need the petticoat.<br><br>She ran back to the bathroom, picked up the cloth-covered chamber pot and took it to the hall where it would be disposed of by staff.&nbsp; She then spun back to grab the tray.&nbsp; “I’ll be back shortly...quick as I can find your clothes,” she said.<br><br>Irene met Sam’s blue-blue eyes and walked back to him, bending over to kiss him.<br><br>“I was right about you; you’re a dangerous man,” she said.&nbsp; She turned towards the door, walking with a happy bounce to her step, her natural gait that didn’t contain the hip-sway her working walk did.&nbsp; At the door she spun to close it and smiled at Sam.&nbsp; “I’ll be right back, Sam.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 03:35:08</strong>
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				“Yep darlin’ . . . danger is everywhere . . . so no sense going out looking for it.&nbsp; I want you around for quite a long time if you don’t mind.&nbsp; Oh and you missed the fine print at the bottom of the contract . . . sex is part of the job . . . daily . . . but only with licensed partners and not in the field . . . well not cornfields anyways.”&nbsp; <br><br>Sam was enjoying their banter, even if some of it was serious.&nbsp; Irene had a way with him that was natural, honest, good natured and loving.&nbsp; It’d been awhile since he’d known any of those things.&nbsp; He laughed as she reminded him that he was basically stuck in the room until she returned. <br><br>“You know I’ve been in none better Miss Irene . . . this is one first rate detention facility.”<br><br>He grinned as he watched her.&nbsp; He peeked around the corner and watched her ‘freshen’ up.&nbsp; He’d forgotten how wonderful it was to watch a woman freshen up.&nbsp; He grinned sheepishly.&nbsp; He’d given Irene plenty of need to freshen up too.<br><br>Sam propped himself up against the headboard with the pillows and watched Irene dress.&nbsp; He sighed as Irene worked her body into the corset and smiled broadly as she played with her tits to fit into her corset properly.&nbsp; He smiled as he remembered cupping them in his hands as he had her over against the wall.&nbsp; They were simply beautiful and felt so good in his hands.&nbsp; <br><br>‘Heck everything about her feels so good.’ Sam thought as he watched her put on her stockings.<br><br>“You know Irene, that’s quite a show you’re putting on for me.&nbsp; It’s enough to get your feathers ruffled ordinarily . . . but I’m dependent upon you for my grub, my clothes, and my freedom . . . so I’ll bide my time. But you better know that I’m sincerely going to savor every bit of clothing you’ll have put on this mornin’ . . . as it comes off your luscious body darlin’ girl.”<br><br>There was evidence of tenting as he shifted in the bed. Sam was getting rather in need of her . . . and it was taking quite a lot of fortitude to just sit there in the bed and watch and not touch . . . kiss . . . caress . . . lick . . . poke . . . or fondle her.<br><br>“Yeah I do need to see the town . . . but I’m in no rush for that.&nbsp; There are some bountyhuntering things that are more important.&nbsp; Like . . . ohhhh . . . let’s say . . . making love to one’s partner . . . eating food . . . and one’s partner. Then there’s bathing&nbsp; . . . and bathing one’s partner . . . bounty hunters must be fresh and clean when they meet the public.”&nbsp; He grinned lecherously at her as she slipped into the most provocative pair of boots she could possibly wear.&nbsp; “Umm . . . and don’t you scoff . . . it’s all in the bounty hunter’s guide . . . and since you’ll be new to the profession . . . I need to see that you’re properly trained and retrained.”<br><br>Sam liked that she thought he was dangerous . . . he hoped that would always be true.&nbsp; He smiled each time she kissed him.&nbsp; He knew if things were reversed and he was going . . . even for a short spell . . . he’d have as much trouble doing it as she apparently was.&nbsp; As she finally turned in the doorway to tell him she’d be right back, he told her again what he had been thinking since they first met.&nbsp; “I love you Irene.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 07:00:13</strong>
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				<strong>Day Three</strong><br><br>She looked at Sam in surprise that he found her getting dressed provocative.&nbsp; She understood the undressing being exciting, but seeing her cover things up...he really seemed to like it if the lump in his lap was any indicator.&nbsp; Her eyes moved to his face as he explained her duties as his partner.&nbsp; But, he seemed to be teasing her more than she’d meant.<br><br>Irene smiled at Sam as she pulled the door closed with her pinkie.&nbsp; “Hey, Sam, I might expect to hear that regular if you keep saying it.&nbsp; Love you,” she added quick as the door swung shut, the open window giving some assist to the swing of the door so that it latched without her having to tug it shut.<br><br>--&gt; to the Saloon
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 19:39:39</strong>
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				<strong>Day Three- Morning</strong>...momentarily alone<br><br>Sam thought to himself as the door closed behind Irene, ‘Sweetheart . . . then you’ll be used to it, because I intend to never not say it.’&nbsp; He was smiling . . . real smiles . . . not put on ones for the politicians and the citizenry for his work.&nbsp; For that alone he loved her.&nbsp; She made him feel good again.&nbsp; The job could sour you he knew . . . only seeing the bad . . . the dark side of humanity and the pain it left behind.&nbsp; That had him thinking Irene.&nbsp; He really needed to get her some closure . . . some finality . . . good or bad.<br><br>He got out of bed and snooped about her room just out of curiosity and a degree of boredom.&nbsp; It was, he rationalized a way to connect with her . . . to learn a little something more about her.&nbsp; One thing he had noticed but now knew was that Irene was neat.&nbsp; She kept her things organized and it showed in her tidy room.&nbsp; She kept things simple, too.&nbsp; He wasn’t sure if that was a matter of taste or necessity.&nbsp; He glanced over at his saddlebags and pulled them up on the table.&nbsp; Because it seemed like work to Sam, he pulled out his warrants with a sigh.&nbsp; He was determined that he wasn’t going to be working when it was his time with Irene.<br><br>There were a couple . . . three or four . . . that he wanted to show her to see if they matched the guy she’d seen in the bar with the knife.&nbsp; The pictures on the wanted posters weren’t always the best, but there were written descriptions in the warrants as well.&nbsp; One thing he wanted to look into was who ended up with Irene’s ranch.&nbsp; It just didn’t seem right that she had nothing.&nbsp; She should have inherited it, at least in his mind.&nbsp; Of course he wasn’t a slick lawyer, just a public servant.&nbsp; <br><br>He left the papers face down on the table for them to look at after they’d eaten and he made love to her again.&nbsp; He grinned as his cock twitched.&nbsp; Saying ‘I love you’ wasn’t going to be the only regular part of their daily routine.&nbsp; He’d teased her some about her going out on the trail with him, but he knew she was serious about it and so was he.&nbsp; &nbsp;He knew that they’d work well together.&nbsp; Besides, now that he thought about it, making love to Irene out on the trail, under the stars definitely had a lot of appeal for him.&nbsp; That was more&nbsp; than a little change from when he’d thought of sleeping out there ordinarily.&nbsp; Maybe she was making a romantic out of him.&nbsp; His grizzled, cynical heart seemed to have opened up to life again.&nbsp; <br><br>“God damn it . . . but she is a wonder.” <br>&nbsp;<br>Sam grabbed some drawers out of his bags so he’d not have to walk around naked until she returned.&nbsp; Following Irene’s example, he went into the tub room to freshen up as well, though he hated losing the scent of her on his body.&nbsp; His cock was thick and heavy so he stroked himself a little and ran his hands over his balls and his crotch before washing the area.&nbsp; He brought his hands to his face and inhaled deeply the aphrodisiac scent of her juices mingled with his own body odor.&nbsp; He sighed as it made him hard almost instantly.&nbsp; When he licked his fingers and tasted her on them his erection expelled a bubble of his clear slick precum.&nbsp; He smeared it over the head of his cock, and groaned aloud with his need for her.&nbsp; Unsure of what else to do, Sam washed himself down there thoroughly with the cloth and some soap which gave him some relief.&nbsp; “God but I want her,” he said aloud to the empty room as he unceremoniously came.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 20:20:26</strong>
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				Irene turned the door handle and backed into the room, the duffle of clothes swinging through first as she did her best not to slop the coffee, still steaming in the mugs.<br><br>“That didn’t take long did it?” Irene asked Sam, looking at him curiously.&nbsp; Her eyes traveled over him as he stood in the bath room.&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; “Did you miss me?”<br><br>Irene dropped the bag of laundry and kicked the door shut.&nbsp; She set the tray on the table, still set up from dinner.&nbsp; “The coffee is still hot,” she said as she moved to close the shutters on the big windows and drew the drapes across for added heat resistance as the day warmed up.<br><br>Sam seemed somewhat embarrassed, holding a wash cloth in one hand as he stood in his drawers in the bath room.<br><br>Irene moved to the door, leaning against the opening.&nbsp; “Hungry?” she asked, looking him over again and smiling.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 05:19:10</strong>
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				Irene came back sooner than he had thought.&nbsp; She walked past the bathroom doorway carrying a tray and what looked like a duffle.&nbsp; Sam gave Irene a sheepish nod as she gave him a quizzical look.&nbsp; He answered her with an emphatic tone in his voice.<br><br>“I did miss you . . . quite a lot.”<br><br>Sam was dressed in his drawers by the time she returned to the doorway to the bathroom.&nbsp; He shrugged unable to think of what else to say.&nbsp; He tossed the damp cloth into the corner with the other bath linens they had used.&nbsp; Sam sighed and walked to her.&nbsp; His body felt quite hot as he blushed.&nbsp; It had been ages since the last time he’d felt so silly.<br><br>“Yeah I’m hungry for breakfast . . . and for you.”<br><br>He kissed her cheek and moved past her to the table.&nbsp; He looked down at the food and coffee and looked back to her with a smile.&nbsp; <br><br>“Thanks honey . . . for getting this . . . it looks great.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 06:21:10</strong>
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				Puzzled, Irene chuckled and moved to the duffle to remove his clothes from the bag.&nbsp; She laid out his shirt and pants and vest.&nbsp; "They did a good job.&nbsp; Mended the tear in the knee, here, too, I see."&nbsp; She frowned.&nbsp; "I can do that, too.&nbsp; I haven't had to in so long, I wonder if I've forgotten how."&nbsp; She shook her head and shrugged, moving to the table to settle, their makeshift napkins back in service.<br><br>"What would you like to do today, Sam?" Irene asked, putting sugar into her coffee and sipping before looking back at Sam.&nbsp; Oh...heavens...she realized why he was a trifle out of sorts.&nbsp; She smiled into her cup, sipping before she picked up a sliced bit of sausage and ate it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 20:20:51</strong>
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				Sam was embarrassed.&nbsp; It felt a bit like guilt too.&nbsp; He’d not cheated on her,&nbsp; it was Irene that brought on his need.&nbsp; He was flummoxed about what he should say to her if anything.&nbsp; He sipped his coffee and quietly ate some of his breakfast.&nbsp; It was very good which made him smile.<br><br>“Well . . . we talked about you showing me the town . . . then we were going to make love . . . maybe see what the Marshal knows . . . make love . . . check on my horse . . . maybe take a ride out of town . . . Do you have a horse Irene?”&nbsp; He’d kind of assumed that she had one or access to one.&nbsp; “Then make some more&nbsp; love . . . you know bounty hunting work.”<br><br>He grinned sheepishly at her when he noticed that she was grinning into her coffee cup.&nbsp; Her eyes told him it was about him.&nbsp; He rolled his eyes and opened his arms and hands out.<br><br>“All right . . . what is it?&nbsp; If you’re not careful Irene . . . you’ll either choke on your sausage or spray your coffee everywhere . . . what’s so funny?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 05:35:24</strong>
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				"I can show you the town.&nbsp; It might take the better part of half an hour," she said.&nbsp; "The making love bit takes considerably longer...&nbsp; Oh!&nbsp; Hell and damnation!&nbsp; I forgot to ask for water for a bath.&nbsp; Cook sort of surprised me," Irene admitted.&nbsp; <br><br>Carefully, primly, Irene chewed and swallowed.&nbsp; She sipped her coffee and composed her face.&nbsp; She watched the man, certain that she had hit upon the cause of his discomfort.&nbsp; AFter all of their relations the day and night before...he was still fired up?&nbsp; <br><br>"Sam?&nbsp; What's the matter with you?&nbsp; I'm not laughing..." she said, managing, just barely, to keep a straight face.&nbsp; "You're acting jumpy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.&nbsp; Almost...guilty of something.&nbsp; Did you have another girl in here?" she asked, getting up to throw open the wardrobe doors, peer into the bath room, then moving to look under the bed.<br><br>She looked at Sam, kneeling on the floor.&nbsp; "She could have slipped out the back door when I was coming in the front door."&nbsp; Irene turned to look at the door.&nbsp; "Where's your gun, Mr. Markham?" she asked, getting to her feet and moving towards the door.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if he'd caught on to the teasing and he'd just let her go off down to the terrace below or if he'd worry she might go snatch some working girl bald-headed.&nbsp; Irene fumbled at the door, recalling that Sam had set all of the locks.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 04:09:22</strong>
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				“Oh god Irene . . . there was no girl.&nbsp; You’re it, god damn it.”<br><br>His eyes went wide with fear when she asked about his gun.&nbsp; He moved to stand between her and where it was hanging on the rack on the wall.<br><br>“Irene . . . you’re wrong there was nobody here but me.&nbsp; Jesus, Mary . . . and Joseph . . . what the hell are you all jacked up about?”<br><br>When Irene went for the door, he through his arms up in the air and said a silent prayer for some divine help.&nbsp; In a few quick steps he was on her.&nbsp; He wrapped her up from behind in his arms and nuzzled her neck.<br><br>“Baby . . . I swear on my mother’s grave that there is no one but you.&nbsp; Settle down . . . please.&nbsp; What’s this all about?&nbsp; You seeing me in the tub room?&nbsp; You startled me is all.&nbsp; I guess I thought you’d be away longer . . . like last night when you went for our dinner . . . plus you were going to stock the bar . . . get the laundry.”<br><br>He turned her in his arms to face him and pressed her back against the door.&nbsp; He kissed her hard with a lot of tongue.&nbsp; His arms released her and his hands cupped and rubbed her tits.<br><br>“Oh god Irene . . . you’re it . . . the one and only . . . I tried to be useful and I was for a while but then I got kind of nuts . . . with wanting you . . . and well one thing went to another and as I was cleaning myself up some I thought of how I’d seen how you’d washed your pussy and your armpits and these lovely breasts” Sam gently squeezed them.&nbsp; “...and well it was kind of nice watching you like that . . . natural . . . real . . . I guess . . . and sexy.&nbsp; I felt a real connection to you . . . you know like we’re really together I guess . . . I don’t know . . . I don’t normally have thoughts like these . . . anyway the truth of it is I got so hard that it hurt . . . so . . . well . . . I wanked off . . . I had to or explode.&nbsp; God I’ve not had to do that in years . . . never needed to so badly.”<br><br>His hands trailed down over her body.&nbsp; They lifted her skirt up to her waist and one hand slipped into her drawers as his mouth covered hers.&nbsp; His finger rubbed her clit and then found her folds and stroked them until she was wet.&nbsp; He drew her close with one arm around her as he spread her legs with the other.&nbsp; He lifted her left leg so her foot was off the floor and his hips rocked against her and his cock entered her all in one movement.&nbsp; Sam gasped and then sighed as he pushed his cock fully into her.<br><br>“Oh god honey . . . I can’t believe how much I want and need you.&nbsp; The town will have to wait . . . I need to make love like this . . . oh god Irene . . . you are a very dangerous woman.&nbsp; I love you so much . . . this whole thing with us is so wonderful and surprising all at once.&nbsp; Damn baby . . . You’ve got me hooked on you . . . in a single day.”<br><br>He kissed her softly as his hips began to move his cock in and out of her.<br><br>“Oh honey . . . ”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 07:11:37</strong>
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				Day Three.<br><br>Irene wanted to laugh at Sam.&nbsp; He was so earnest about it.&nbsp; But, laughter died as he seemed so worried about the gun and then embarassed about what he'd been at in the wash room.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sorry if I interrupted you, Sam.&nbsp; My boss wasn't around.&nbsp; The bar was stocked.&nbsp; And, I was anxious to get back to you."<br><br>She grunted as he pinned her to the door and kissed her.&nbsp; His hands found her breasts, lifted nicely in the gusset of the corset and ready for attention.&nbsp; Irene could feel her hard nipples freed from the boned garment, pressing against the sheer white fabric of her blouse.<br><br>"Oh, Sam...I was teasing..."&nbsp; She jerked as his fingers, out of sight under her skirt found the slit in her drawers and delved within her folds.&nbsp; She was damp in an instant...shivering the next and then he plunged his cock into her and she chanted his name as he rocked into her.&nbsp; "Sam...oh...what have you done to me?&nbsp; Oh, Sam!"&nbsp; She'd have wrapped her legs around him if he weren't pinning her to the wall.&nbsp; Goodness, she was so turned on by the fact that he was taking her that she could feel herself coming as she thought about it.&nbsp; "Oh, please, Sam.&nbsp; Fuck me...Yes...like that... Yes.&nbsp; Oh...oh..."&nbsp; softly, she whispered his name.&nbsp; Irene turned her head and leaned to kiss Sam, her hips jerking on him as she sighed a moan into his mouth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 04:44:05</strong>
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				Sam wanted her desperately as he pumped her with his cock.&nbsp; Irene’s body was totally receptive of him.&nbsp; He moaned into her mouth as her pussy became wet almost instantly with his stoking of it.<br><br>“Teasing?”&nbsp; Sam asked in distracted confusion.’<br><br>It was remarkable to him how they fit together. Not only physically but in every other way his fogged brain could enumerate.&nbsp; He grinned against her neck as he marked her behind her ear.&nbsp; She’d been teasing him?&nbsp; About what?&nbsp; Then it was forgotten for the moment anyway as his need to cum in her took priority over all else.<br><br>“Oh god Irene . . . god I love fucking you . . . god damn but I can’t get enough of you!”<br><br>Her exhortations got him there along with her. The two of them shook violently against each other and Sam instinctively pressed her harder against the door to keep them upright. He clung to her with his one arm tightly around her waist as his cock drove into her hot wetness hard and fast as his cum spurted wildly into her.<br><br>“Oh Irene . . . god you’re too good to me.&nbsp; My god . . . I wanted you so badly . . . ”&nbsp; He kissed her gently but deeply.&nbsp; “Mmmmm . . . oh my heavens . . . that was too wonderful.&nbsp; God honey...please keep me in you awhile . . . I feel so good in you.”<br><br>Sam sighed as his hips gradually slowed their rocking against her.&nbsp; His cock continued to twitch and his ass and thighs were sore from being so tightly clenched as he fucked HIS Irene.&nbsp; His arm was tired too as it released her leg.&nbsp; He groaned as her change in position created a brief but new set of sensations.<br><br>Their bodies seemed to have settled calmly against each other when he cupped her face and kissed her repeatedly.&nbsp; “Oh Irene . . . ”&nbsp; Words weren’t there for how he felt, what he was thinking . . . all he had was a huge deep sigh and his body shivering against her as gravity and his softness took him from inside her.<br><br>His hands moved down onto her waist as he knelt in front of her.&nbsp; He looked up at her face as his tongue began licking up their pungent juices.&nbsp; He loved her pussy in his mouth.&nbsp; It just seemed the natural thing for him to do.&nbsp; He figured she might be sensitive from their fucking so he was gentle but thorough.<br><br>He stood again and kissed her.&nbsp; “Have I mentioned how lovely you are?&nbsp; How much I want you?&nbsp; How I need you?&nbsp; How I love you Irene?”<br><br>He kissed her again with his arms wrapped around her waist.&nbsp; When their kissing faded, he leaned back from her at the waist and grinned.&nbsp; <br><br>“So Irene?&nbsp; This teasing?&nbsp; Was it pay back for something I did to you?&nbsp; Or was it just your way of loving me?&nbsp; God I thought you were so serious about another girl in here . . . Jesus . . . you scared me to death with the gun talk.&nbsp; With my job and experiences . . . that gets my blood up almost instantly.”<br><br>He nuzzled her neck and nipped her earlobe.<br><br>“How about we have a truce on teasing involving firearms . . . at least as long as we have them around?”&nbsp; He shifted his position and looked straight into her eyes . . . ”Don’t change . . . tease me . . . sass me back . . . whatever moves you . . . unless you want to change something . . . but not on my account. I love you and want you just as you are Irene.”<br><br>He sighed contentedly into another deep kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 05:06:52</strong>
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				Irene was still shuddering against the wall when Sam dipped his head between her legs.&nbsp; She held her breath for a moment, almost dropping her skirt over Sam's head.&nbsp; Funny as that was, she rather enjoyed looking at him.<br><br>"Just so you understand, you fuck anyone but me from here on out, there will be hell to pay, Mr. Markham."&nbsp; She grinned then, staring back into his eyes.&nbsp; "And, it was just a tease for what you were doing...alone."<br><br>Irene stepped out of her drawers and pulled up the rest of her skirt to drape it over one arm while she went into the bathroom to get a cloth to clean herself up.&nbsp; "Your cajones should be the size of watermelons, Sam.&nbsp; I mean...where are you getting all this?" she asked, wiping cum from her inner thighs as it seeped slowly out of her.&nbsp; Mostly dry, she returned to the room and picked up her drawers, squatting for fear Sam might see her bending over as invitation and they had things to do...&nbsp; Didn't they?&nbsp; She tried to remember his list.&nbsp; Making love had been a prominent part.&nbsp; But...oh!&nbsp; His horse.<br><br>"We can go down and see to your horse, Sam.&nbsp; I ride but I don't have a horse.&nbsp; I lost him, too.&nbsp; Beautiful chestnut with flaxen mane and tail tips.&nbsp; He didn't seem real, like fire.&nbsp; I called him Wildfire.&nbsp; But, I made sure someone good got him...letting him loose near their homestead when I saw the way things were going.&nbsp; It was freedom to ride, Sam.&nbsp; Flying over the ground..."&nbsp; She sighed in memory and then smiled as she tied the drawstring of her drawers once more.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 03:43:55</strong>
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				Sam grinned sheepishly as she reminded him of what he’d just done when she came back to the room.&nbsp; <br><br>“There only one woman for me Irene.&nbsp; I’m dead serious about that.”<br><br>He watched her as she dropped her drawers and carried her skirt kind of gingerly as she went into the tub room.&nbsp; He chuckled as he watched her clean her messy pussy.<br><br>“It’s all for you baby...all.”<br><br>He liked that he made her obviously a little nervous as she assumed a unique position to put her drawers back on and then straighten her clothing.<br><br>“Let me get some clothes on and we can go.&nbsp; We’ll get you a horse too in the next couple of days.&nbsp; You can’t very well be an assistant bounty hunter without a horse.&nbsp; Any chance Wildfire is still out where you left him?&nbsp; If he was and we could get him back and he was in decent shape...that would be an ounce at least of some justice.&nbsp; I want to see the clerk of the county too.&nbsp; Find out who ended up with your ranch.”<br><br>He patted her bottom and gave one cheek an affectionate squeeze.&nbsp; He grinned broadly at her as he dressed.<br><br>“You know darlin’ You are something to look at in and out of your clothes.&nbsp; I do love watchin’ you get in and out of them...That’s for sure.”<br><br>When he’d tucked his shirt into his pants and cinched the belt like he liked it Sam swung his <br>gun-belt around his waist and settled it comfortably on his hip and tied the rawhide holster tether loosely around his thigh.&nbsp; He put on his hat and pitched it jauntily as he grinned at Irene.&nbsp; He put his star on his shirt, and handed her his spare badge.<br><br>“Be careful honey if you decide to wear that.&nbsp; I’d hate for you to poke your lovely boob with the pin.&nbsp; Shall we go out honey and cause some conversation?&nbsp; I like causing conversating....that’s how I met you after all.”&nbsp; He grinned at her knowing he made up a word...much as she had the day before.<br><br>“Oh wait...I need to swear you in...raise your hand.”&nbsp; He put on a serious face.&nbsp; “You swear to do everything your senior bounty hunter instructs and to not get yourself wounded, hurt, or killed? So help you god?”&nbsp; He stood with his arms crossed, curious as to what she would say or do.&nbsp; “Remember...we still have some lovemaking to work into our day too...somewhere...somehow.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 05:51:20</strong>
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				Day Three<br><br>Irene glanced around as Sam watched her clean and finish dressing herself.&nbsp; She tilted her head at him, looking sort of backwards at him.&nbsp; She grinned, though, turning to watch him, enjoying the way his gunbelt settled on his ass, around his hips.&nbsp; She swallowed roughly thinking of holding his ass as he surged into her.&nbsp; She closed her eyes for a moment and then heard his words.<br><br>Moving carefully, she walked around him, out of arm's reach and looked him over.&nbsp; "I know how you feel about that one, luv.&nbsp; It's two different set of erotic sensations; the dressed and the undressed.&nbsp; I've got a very good imagination and I looked a lot so I know what those pants are clinging to..."<br><br>She crossed her arms in front of her, then grabbed her corset and gave it a bit of a shake to put things back into place.&nbsp; Going out in public, it wouldn't be proper for her nipples to be peeking over the top...&nbsp; Irene looked at Sam's hand as he held out the badge.<br><br>She raised her right hand and listened to the words, eyebrows raising.&nbsp; "I can't promise anything, but I'll do my best," she said with a humorous flick of one eyebrow, eyes twinkling at him.&nbsp; She smiled and pinned the badge to her skirt's waistband.&nbsp; (Her blouse fabric was too fine to pin anything to...)&nbsp; "Is that a good enough pledge, SAm?&nbsp; Or do&nbsp; you want this back?&nbsp; I can be rogue if you like."&nbsp; She dimpled at him, chin sticking out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 05:32:29</strong>
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				Sam enjoyed her little maneuver with her corset which readjusted how her boobs fit back under her corset.&nbsp; He did love how it accentuated the fullness of her bosom.&nbsp; He was in love with a most remarkable woman and it made him smile.&nbsp; This was not at all in his head as he’d ridden into town.&nbsp; All he’d wanted was a cold beer and a bed ‘ . . .&nbsp; and look at her,’ he thought, ‘ . . . she is mine and I’m hers . . . all in the blink of an eye.’ His life was getting better . . . much better it seemed.<br><br>He grinned at her response to the ‘swearing’ in.&nbsp; He had the legal authority to enlist the assistance of the citizenry . . . but the swearing in was just a bit of fun with her.&nbsp; She had to be the most attractive bounty hunter anywhere.&nbsp; She for sure, dressed as she was, would likely get answers from folks of his gender that he wouldn’t. <br><br>He stepped up to her before she could move away.&nbsp; He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her tenderly and deeply.&nbsp; He leaned back a bit from her when the kiss ended and smiled.&nbsp; <br><br>“Let’s keep the being rogue for us.&nbsp; Let’s go see about the horses.&nbsp; I’ll carry our dishes down on the tray.”&nbsp; He kissed her again.&nbsp; He stroked her cheek with a knuckle as he looked into her eyes.&nbsp; “You never answered me about your Wildfire, honey.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 05:56:38</strong>
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				Irene enjoyed the kiss and the embrace, glad he hadn't made her swear to follow his rules.&nbsp; She did fear that, if they came close to the killers, she might not be a sensible person at all.&nbsp; She met his serious eyes with serious eyes of her own.&nbsp; "He is with a good family who needed a horse.&nbsp; They were heading West and...well, things hadn't been going well for them, either.&nbsp; So, no...he's not mine to find."<br><br>She took the "napkins" from the tray and made sure nothing would fall off the tray when Sam carted it downstairs.&nbsp; She checked the room, recalling to gather the sheets and take them with her to give to the laundry.&nbsp; Two sets.&nbsp; What would that start? she wondered. <br><br>Irene was about to open the door when she remembered the towels and hurried to get them, too.&nbsp; Her arms heaped with linen and towels, she eyed Sam's tray, smiling.&nbsp; "The kitchen is directly to the left...across the way downstairs.&nbsp; I'll take the laundry to the wash house and meet you in front of the Saloon in ten minutes.&nbsp; All right?&nbsp; Unless you want me to wait for you..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 07:11:08</strong>
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				<em><strong>Morning of Day Three - - Irene O’Rourke’s room</strong></em><br><br>He saw it in her eyes . . . a kind of finality to her past perhaps . . . Sam was going to do whatever he could to resolve her past.&nbsp; He grabbed the dishes and loaded up the tray.&nbsp; Irene helped him before she flew around the room gathering bed and bath linen to carry down.<br><br>He grinned as she told him what he already knew . . . where the kitchen was.&nbsp; He opened the door and hefted the tray through it and toward the stairs.&nbsp; It wasn’t a very difficult task, but the tray blocked his view of the stairs and he did not make a headfirst entrance to the saloon.&nbsp; He nodded in agreement to Irene, repeating the plan smiling back at her.<br><br>“Out in front in ten minutes . . . I’ll be there.”<br><br><strong><em>==&gt; down to the saloon . . . </em> </strong> <br><br>He made it to the kitchen without injury.&nbsp; The cook grinned at him with her hands on her hips nodding in the direction of the dish washing sink.&nbsp; She watched him the entire time, scanning him up and down.&nbsp; He grinned and blushed from the scrutiny.&nbsp; She seemed to be Irene’s surrogate mother in the way she was giving him the ‘eye.’<br><br>Sam was feeling pretty happy and confident as he walked toward her.&nbsp; He took notice that she had nothing in her hands, though there were kitchen knives on the counter behind her.&nbsp; Sam walked up to her with his hands open at his sides.&nbsp; He cupped the older woman’s face and kissed her.&nbsp; “Muchas gracias senora.…it fue todo muy bien.”<br><br>The cook grinned and covered her mouth with her hands and laughed heartily as Sam tipped his hat and exited into the saloon.&nbsp; It was a small quiet group standing at the bear and at a few of the tables.&nbsp; Sam didn’t waste anytime as he moved through the big room toward the front of the building.&nbsp; He stepped out onto the street and surveyed the town from that vantage point while he waited for Irene.<br><br><strong><em>==&gt; out into the town</em></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 06:14:11</strong>
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				Irene followed Sam down the stairs.&nbsp; She got to watch him move, a nice view, and then she got to watch as the few patrons glanced his way.&nbsp; She felt a bit of pride that he liked her, wanted her, considering that the other girls all gave him a once-over at the very minimum.<br><br>"Behave," Irene called before she headed out to the wash house.<br><br>===&gt; Town of Oasis
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 08:28:00</strong>
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				After a very few moments, she opened the door to Sam and stepped back for him to enter.&nbsp; She smiled at him, pushing her hair out of her face.&nbsp; Her reckless fall to the bed had dislodged pins.&nbsp; "Please, do come in, Mr. Markham."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 04:04:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Afternnon of Day Three...</strong></span><br><br><strong>He pushed his hat back some on his head and shook his head as he walked past her into the room, and handed the shoes to her.</strong><br><br>“Damnation woman . . . what were you thinking?&nbsp; You could have fallen out there” he nodded back toward the veranda.&nbsp; He looked at the window and saw how the bed looked strangely disheveled under it.&nbsp; “ Are you all right?&nbsp; It sounded like you fell in here.”<br><br>He wrapped her up in his arms as he kicked the door shut with his foot.&nbsp; Sam kissed her long and hard.&nbsp; With a look of relief he broke the kiss and whispered.<br><br>“Irene . . . darlin’ . . . now that I’ve gotcha . . . I know I couldn’t stand losing you.&nbsp; Next time let me work on the door or we’ll walk around . . . promise me? Please?&nbsp; I’m pretty good at getting in places folks don’t want me in.”<br><br>Sam glanced about and spotted the whisky on the side board.&nbsp; He took her by the hand and walked over to it.&nbsp; He poured a finger’s worth into a glass and offered it to her.<br><br>“You want some Irene?&nbsp; I think I’ll partake as my nerves are a bit sketchy right now.”<br><br>Sam poured himself a like amount in the other glass and swallowed it quickly, and shook his head and body as the alcohol burned going down his gullet and then the heat spread out through his body.&nbsp; He smiled and sighed.&nbsp; It was just what the doctor would have ordered.&nbsp; He put the glass down and began undressing her, one button and bow at a time. <br><br>“I want you something fierce Irene . . . especially after the day we’ve had.&nbsp; I want to lose all of it making love to you . . . I’m thinking of a real slow fuck first then we’ll see . . . but sometime then we’ll need a bath.&nbsp; God damn you sure are lovely to look at Irene.”<br><br>Sam stepped back to look at her as he continued to uncover her lovely body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 07:33:00</strong>
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				Irene laughed at Sam's getting where folks didn't want him.&nbsp; She shrugged her shoulders though.&nbsp; "It isn't the first time I've had to come in by the window, Jake."<br><br>The whiskey wasn't very appealing.&nbsp; The image of the man, his blood pooled on the ground, his corpse uncovered as the men carried him off was fresh in her mind and anything going into her stomach had a real likelihood of making a rapid reversal.<br><br>Irene watched Sam, then watched his hands as they moved down her clothes, making short work of the fastenings.&nbsp; Rather than have him deal with the laces, she pressed the hooks and eyes fastenings of her corset together, sucking in to give room until the hooks slid away from the eyes and she could remove the binding garment away from her.&nbsp; She tossed it to the chair and smiled at Sam.<br><br>"I feel the same way, Sam.&nbsp; I never did ask for hot water," she added, unfastening his gun belt to return to the hook on the wall.&nbsp; Irene unbuttoned Sam's shirt, kissing his chest as his skin was revealed.&nbsp; She folded the shirt and placed it atop the dresser.&nbsp; She met his eyes as she hooked her finger around the first button to his pants.<br><br>"Slow?"&nbsp; She considered the idea.&nbsp; "I s'pose we could start off like that and move on from there..."&nbsp; Her finger moved to the second button as the first came free of the hole.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 03:47:00</strong>
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				Sam saw from her expression that Irene was not in a mood for the whisky so it had been set aside.&nbsp; He smiled warmly as he took in how beautiful she was without her clothes on.&nbsp; In that instant he wondered if there was a jeweler in this sad little town.&nbsp; It seemed unlikely, but he thought that perhaps Mr. Hardy may know of someone since he did all the marriage certificates and it had probably come up before.&nbsp; He grinned at her as he imaged her just as she was with HIS ring on her finger the only thing she’d be ‘wearing.’<br><br>He liked how she was as she undressed him.&nbsp; It was efficient but loving the way she kissed him and looked at him, yet didn’t waste any time getting him undressed.&nbsp; He sighed when her fingers went inside his pants as she unworked the buttons.&nbsp; When she had the first three undone, Sam gave her an assist by pushing them down of his hips.&nbsp; Just as she’d undone her corset for him, Sam helped her as he undid his drawers and freed himself of his boots and his trousers which were pooled down over them.&nbsp; He wasn’t shy standing naked in front of her.&nbsp; He truly hadn’t been before either, but he did flush with desire for her as his cock stood straight out from his pelvis as he appreciated how beautiful his wife-to-be was.<br><br>“Oh my Irene . . . you are one lovely woman.&nbsp; I don’t know what I did to turn my luck around to find you but damn . . . I’m one lucky and very happy man.”<br><br>Sam drew Irene to him.&nbsp; His body shivered when her warm flesh made contact with him.&nbsp; He was almost embarrassed when his cock left a shiny slick trail on her belly.&nbsp; It seemed like ages to him since they’d made love and he needed her desperately.&nbsp; As much as the sight of the dead man had shaken her some, it had brought back to him painful memories that he’d worked very hard on forgetting.&nbsp; As much as he might not be able to admit it to even Irene, his intended wife, he needed to be held and loved.&nbsp; That hadn’t been the case when his scars were then gaping painful holes.&nbsp; He had no one then but the judge . . . which was fine in the end, but he’d have preferred to have had Irene back then as he had her now.&nbsp; Sam kissed her softly and caressed her tenderly.<br><br><br>Sam took her hand and led her to the bed.&nbsp; He tossed the bed linen open and took her into an intimate embrace.&nbsp; One arm was behind her holding her to him and the other hand moved softly over her lady parts, caressing her tits and then her belly and then her pussy.&nbsp; His eyes were closed as he savored how she felt.&nbsp; He sighed when his finger slipped into her folds and stroked her.<br><br>“Darlin’ . . . Irene honey . . . I do want this so much.&nbsp; I need it . . . I need you.&nbsp; I can’t say how much . . . you just have to know that I do . . . and darlin’ the only thing I want to do besides make love to you and to do what we’ve already set for ourselves for later today and tomorrow is getting a ring on your finger.&nbsp; A proper one that you and I will both be proud is there.&nbsp; I need to focus on you honey . . . to make love to you in a way that shows you how much I do love you, and to get my mind back where it needs to be.”<br><br>He nuzzled her neck as he held her tightly against him and his finger sought her wet warm entrance with his finger.<br><br>“I am in love with you Irene Garrison O’Rourke . . . and I want you and need you so badly.”<br><br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 05:46:48</strong>
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				Irene was drawn into the embrace, tense at first, and then relaxing as Sam touched her.&nbsp; She slid her arms around him, clasping her hands behind his back, enjoying his strong warmth against her.<br><br>"Oh, Sam...&nbsp; I love you, too," she sighed.&nbsp; She stepped back from him, grasping one of his hands and pulling him towards the bed.<br><br>"How do you want me, Sam?" she asked and hated that she'd asked many men that very same question.&nbsp; She tried not to let the thoughts show, her smile seductively in place.&nbsp; She lifted one leg to kneel on the edge of the bed, moving to kneel there before him, waiting for his input on the next moves.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 04:24:43</strong>
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				Sam smiled at her as Irene knelt and offered herself to him.&nbsp; He stepped forward so his knees were against the mattress and he embraced her.&nbsp; His mouth found hers as his hands slipped down her back and cupped her ass.&nbsp; His hands massaged her lovely globes and pulled her tightly against him.&nbsp; His rigid cock was compressed between them and he moaned into her mouth as his cock touched her warm belly.<br><br>“How do I want you?&nbsp; I want you just as you are Irene.”<br><br>Sam lowered himself to kneel on the floor.&nbsp; He chuckled quietly to himself and was quite pleased that he’d judged things quite well.&nbsp; Her smooth “V” was directly in front of him&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and he took the opportunity to enjoy its proximity.&nbsp; Leaning forward with his hands on her hips, Sam kissed her just above the cleft of her sex on her hood.&nbsp; Sam inhaled deeply and savored her musky sweet scent.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His tongue slipped out and caressed her hooded clit.&nbsp; He was tender and loving as his mouth made love to her pussy.&nbsp; <br><br>He paused in his oral lovemaking and looked up at her.&nbsp; His hand gently insinuated itself between her thighs as he whispered to her in a husky tone. <br><br>“Darlin’ I love making you wet . . . making you cum.&nbsp; I’d love to do that now . . . but if you’d rather be in bed to allow me that privilege . . . could we lay you back?&nbsp; Oh baby, I want so much to erase as much of today from your thoughts as is possible and to instead have you desperate to be fucked . . . until neither one of us has any inclination to walk anywhere.”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 07:27:03</strong>
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				Kneeling there, knees wide, a hand on Sam's shoulder as he dove in, Irene felt her tensions ease.&nbsp; He was magic.&nbsp; She was certain he was related to Merlin and had inherited the singing sword.&nbsp; She let her eyes close most of the way, small, pleased sounds emanating from her as his tongue and hands moved on her.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Darlin’ I love making you wet . . . making you cum.&nbsp; I’d love to do that now . . . but if you’d rather be in bed to allow me that privilege . . . could we lay you back?&nbsp; Oh baby, I want so much to erase as much of today from your thoughts as is possible and to instead have you desperate to be fucked . . . until neither one of us has any inclination to walk anywhere.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>As Sam spoke, Irene focused on his words, looked at his face, her hand moving to run her fingers into his hair, curling down around his face to hold his ear, her thumb caressing the edge as she stared intently at him.&nbsp; "I have no desire 'to be fucked,' MISTER Markham.&nbsp; But, I want desperately to make love to you.&nbsp; And, I don't foresee a time when I won't feel like that, either.&nbsp; As to walking, you almost made me an invalid already; so go easy, love, or you might break me."&nbsp; As she spoke she eased to a sitting position, moving her legs to the side and then in front of her.&nbsp; Irene reached out for Sam's hand and drew him after her as she lay back on the bed, drawing him down with a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a long, cleansing kiss. <br><br>She chuckled, easing back slightly, her eyes seeking his.&nbsp; "You got a marriage license, Sam.&nbsp; I think that means we're pretty much married.&nbsp; I just realized that!&nbsp; And, you're still here," she added, smiling further.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 05:27:14</strong>
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				Sam grinned up at her.&nbsp; <br><br>“Yes dear . . . Misses O’Rourke . . . lovemaking is what it is and will be . . . please, please excuse the crudeness of my words.”<br><br>He surrounded her clit with his mouth and suckled it enthusiastically.&nbsp; Her body quivered and then she separated herself from him as she settled back onto the bed.&nbsp; Irene drew him after her until she was on her back and they were kissing passionately.<br><br>He chuckled at her observation about the license and his still hanging around.<br><br>“Did you think maybe I wouldn’t be?&nbsp; Oh darlin’ I never ever go back on my word.&nbsp; Besides I love you and the paper only let’s the rest of the world know what we already know.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now I believe I was busy doing something awfully pleasant . . . damn if only I could remember what that was.”<br><br>Sam winked at her as he settled atop her and kissed her deeply.&nbsp; <br><br>“My but I do love being on you . . . under you . . . in you . . . around you . . . engaged to you.&nbsp; You know you’ll have to be patient with me with that last one . . . and be gentle I’m a virgin in that one area.”<br><br>Sam slid his lower body off of her as he continued kissing her.&nbsp; His hand found its way down between her legs and then feigned that he ‘remembered’ what he’d been doing.&nbsp; His hand cupped her smooth pussy and his middle finger found her opening and after coating it with her juices, Sam slid it inside her.<br><br>“Oh god yes . . . now I remember.”<br><br>Sam shifted quickly to a position kneeling between her widely parted legs.&nbsp; As his finger moved in and out of her, he used his thumb to caress her clit.&nbsp; He sighed as he watched intently what he was doing to her and how her lovely body was responding to him.&nbsp; Sam lowered his mouth to her clit and licked, nibbled, and sucked on it as a second finger joined the first . . . moving deliberately at a slower but steady pace.<br><br>“Oh darlin’ . . . I do so love making you squirm and climax so beautifully.”<br><br>He kissed her velvety smooth mound before easing his body up over her.<br><br>“Oh Irene . . . I love you darlin’ and as long as we are able I’ll always want you and show you how wonderful and special you are to me.”<br><br>He kissed her softly.<br><br>“You ready for me to be in you baby?&nbsp; If you are, I’d really like it if you put me there. God I want you so bad to be Misses Markham.”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 07:28:10</strong>
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				Irene's eyes flashed at Sam, pleased with what he was saying and doing.&nbsp; She moved, wriggling in a pleased manner as his fingers tickled her, his words thrilling her even more.<br><br>"You touch me just right, Sam.&nbsp; Like you know just the right place and then your eyes get happy," she said, her voice slow, seductive as she was being seduced.&nbsp; She breathed in sharply through her nose and blew the breath out pursed lips as he planted a kiss on her femininity and then took her with his fingers.&nbsp; By all that was good, she did love a man who knew what he was about.&nbsp; To her reckoning, Sam was the second man she'd known who knew what he was about.&nbsp; But, Sam was the first, and only if she had her way, to know what she was about.&nbsp; <br><br>"Dammit, Sam..." she purred, moving with him as his hand fucked her.<br><br>She fell back as he moved over her, her eyes widening as his cock, thick, hard and heavy, made his intentions crystal clear.&nbsp; She stared at him, looked down his body to that rod and knew she wanted it in her probably more than Sam wanted to be in her.&nbsp; Slowly, she licked her palm, then smiled at SAm as she wrapped her damp hand around him, caressing his cock, pulling his head to her to kiss him, her tongue doing to his mouth what she wanted his cock to do to her.<br><br>Kissing him like that, her juices flowed even faster.&nbsp; She wanted him.&nbsp; Saints preserve, she wanted him worse than she had before.&nbsp; She lifted her hips and guided him to her opening.&nbsp; Moving her feet, she arched her back sending her pelvis thrusting to meet his, his cock sliding into her.&nbsp; Irene gasped, pulling away from Sam as everything seemed to come together at once; thought, body, emotions and she gasped once more; "SAM!" and writhed as her body grabbed him and she moved, pulling back and slamming him into her once more.&nbsp; Her orgasm was making her gasp, shrill shrieks as she clutched his shoulders, meeting him as he now thrust into her.&nbsp; <br><br>She laughed.&nbsp; She felt so good that the shrieks faded and she laughed low and dirty, and then gasped his name, only to cry out once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 06:19:09</strong>
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				Sam wasn’t at all clear at first why or how he’d come to understand it . . . but this time WAS different from the others.&nbsp; There was something moving between them . . . like a surge of energy . . . emotion.&nbsp; He grinned at that epiphany.&nbsp; They were somehow magically transformed into something more than just lovers.&nbsp; They had been more than just that anyway . . . but that paper over on the sideboard meant something quite wonderful to them both.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had no other explanation for how deeply he felt for her as she gave herself to him and some how managed to take him all at once.<br><br>Her body enveloped him in the most intimate embrace.&nbsp; Her pussy felt as though it had become her third hand the way it seemed to stroke him as he moved his cock in and out of her.&nbsp; Her arms and legs were hugging him almost forcefully as they wrapped so sensuously around his body.&nbsp; There were very few inches of their bodies that weren’t in contact with the other.<br><br>Her exhorting gasps, yelps, and moans of her pleasure and her repeated use of his name spurred him on as he thrust himself deeply and repeatedly into her full depth.&nbsp; He buried his face against the curve of her neck where her soft shoulder joined it.&nbsp; When not panting and grunting from his exertion, Sam was nibbling, kissing and licking her warm salty skin.&nbsp; &nbsp;With some discretion in a moment of rare thought he marked her in her hair line just as his orgasm hit.&nbsp; His cock seemed to swell to huge proportions . . . that was the feeling anyway.&nbsp; And then his whole body shook violently in a spastic fit of pleasure as he spurt his cum deeply into her lovely body.&nbsp; He was nearly unconscious and he nearly collapsed on top of her from the intensity of his release. <br><br>“Oh my god Darlin’!”&nbsp; His body shook once more as he kissed her hard and deeply.&nbsp; “Holy mother of god . . . was that as intense for you as it was for me?”<br><br>He laid his head on the pillow beside hers as he sought to calm his body and his breathing.<br><br>“Irene . . . honey?&nbsp; As intense as that was and as much as I came . . . unless your secret potion is supernaturally powerful . . . well honey . . . we might want to consider putting that license to use . . . sooner rather than later . . . you know what I’m getting at?”<br><br>He kissed her tenderly and slid out of her and off to her side to relieve her of his full weight.&nbsp; He caressed her breasts and then rubbed her tummy which made him grin.&nbsp; What had drawn his hand there he wondered.&nbsp; He looked into her face and sighed at how beautiful she was, and how aglow she looked . . . and happy.<br><br>“Irene O’Rourke . . . will you marry me . . . like real soon?&nbsp; I truly love you Darlin’.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 08:25:54</strong>
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				It was an amazing sight to see; a man as strong as Sam done in.&nbsp; She watched him as he jerked, gasped when he swelled thicker, seemed even harder in her before she was filled with his liquid heat.&nbsp; Irene caressed his back, her fingers already knew the planes and furrows of his back, his spine, the scars he'd been left with.&nbsp; She caught her breath as he lay atop her.<br><br>His question made her laugh again.&nbsp; "Oh, baby, intense seems too mild.&nbsp; I lost my vision there for a moment."&nbsp; And, then his next comment, his mention of her potion, caused her to gasp and sit up abruptly.&nbsp; She slipped from the bed to run to the dresser and yank open the second drawer.&nbsp; There, nested amongst her delicate stockings, sat the small glass bottle...on its side, a dark stain on the white stockings.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; Oh NO!"&nbsp; Irene grabbed the bottle and picked it up, holding it to the light from the window to see if anything still was in the bottle.&nbsp; The cork was old, dry, and had fallen out.&nbsp; It had never been a problem before, but the dresser had never been a location where she'd had sex.&nbsp; She looked at Sam.&nbsp; Had he asked her to marry him again?<br><br>She was breathing hard, trying to still the panic that was rising in her.<br><br>"I believe we are, Sam.&nbsp; That's what the paper says, anyhow.&nbsp; But...Sam, ...two days...I've forgotten to take this for two days and the way you...well, you aren't exactly short on supply when it comes to coming.&nbsp; I might..."&nbsp; She felt dizzy even thinking it.&nbsp; No...women didn't get pregnant that easy or there'd be a saloon full of round-bellied girls, right?&nbsp; &nbsp;Irene returned to the bed and sat down on the edge, the bottle in her hand void of all contents, a slightly almond scent wafting from the dark glass.<br><br>She stared at Sam who looked a bit confused, which was understandable.&nbsp; Women didn't usually dash away and exclaim "Oh NO!" when proposed to...&nbsp; <br><br>"Sam, of course I'll marry you.&nbsp; But...there's a slim chance you've started more than a marriage..."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 03:25:55</strong>
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				Things were just coming back into focus as they lay together recovering from their incredibly intense lovemaking.&nbsp; His breathing was mostly getting back to normal and he was enjoying caressing her glistening body with his lazily drifting&nbsp; hand.&nbsp; He was quite taken with her lovely curves, valleys and rounded bits.<br><br>They had been talking quietly when suddenly Irene sat up with a horrified expression on her face and then she’d run across the room to the dresser.&nbsp; He’d sat up too . . . on the verge of a panic considering that he’d just asked her to marry him for real.&nbsp; Her scream as she frantically pulled open one of the drawers and examined a small bottle had his heart racing.<br><br>“OH GOD Irene . . . what’s wrong.&nbsp; Jesus woman . . . my heart’s nearly burst.”<br><br>He listened as they both seemed to working equally hard at calming themselves.&nbsp; It was taking him longer than he liked to sort through what she was telling him.&nbsp; He slowly only had his thoughts together enough to respond to the part that made sense to him.<br><br>“You’re sure we’re married honey?&nbsp; We don’t need a justice of the peace or a preacher?&nbsp; Hmm.&nbsp; I’d always thought that that was part of the deal . . . which is why I asked Hardy for an open-ended one.&nbsp; Maybe that explains his peculiar expression.&nbsp; We had better read it Irene . . . to be sure.”<br><br>He moved over to the edge of the bed and patted the bed next to him as an invitation to sit beside him as she came back toward him.<br><br>“I’m not sure I understand Darlin’ . . . you need to spell it out for me . . . what’s got you upset?’<br><br>He put his hand on hers as she turned to face him.&nbsp; Irene was a pale shade of white that he had not seen her like before.&nbsp; He grinned as she said she’d marry him . . . but the rest of it didn’t quite connect.&nbsp; His brain felt dullish . . . like it was foggy.&nbsp; Then he looked down at her clenched hand and saw the little vial . . . obviously empty and dry.&nbsp; He looked up into her worried face and it all connected for him.<br><br>“Oh baby it’s the potion isn’t it.&nbsp; So you’ve been without it this whole time haven’t you.&nbsp; Sorry . . . my brain is just now catching up.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh honey . . . do you think you might be . . . you know . . . pregnant?&nbsp; Darlin’ I have to say that this has been from the first eyes I laid on you on whirl wind couple of wonderful days.” <br><br>He chuckled. Next Sam grinned and lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her palm and the tips of each her fingers and her thumb . . . and then the pulse point on the inside of her wrist.<br><br>“Irene . . . I know this is going to be a bit long-winded, but bear with me Darlin’. You know that I was shot . . . that I was almost killed . . . them scars is the visible proof of it.&nbsp; I have a couple inside too . . . but you might have guessed that.&nbsp; Having been through that and a bunch more . . . falling in love with you is certainly the second-best thing that’s ever happened to me.&nbsp; Having you in love with me would be the first.”&nbsp; &nbsp;He had gotten a bit choked up at that point.&nbsp; His voice was not nearly as steady as you’d expect of a fierce bounty hunter and his eyes had gotten moist too.&nbsp; “So Darlin’ if you’re going to be a mother and me a pa’ from all this love we’ve found . . . well then I think I can handle it . . . so stop fretting.&nbsp; We’ll be fine . . . more than fine.”<br><br>He leaned over and kissed her and gently stroked her cheek when their kiss broke.<br><br>“Okay so here’s how I see it . . . more than ever we best read that license . . . I don’t want any of our children out of wedlock.&nbsp; Then can you get more of that potion?”&nbsp; He winked at her as he looked over her lovely naked body.”Irene . . . baby . . . I’m just plain ignorant about birthing babies . . . how will you know if you are or not?&nbsp; Will taking more of that potion hurt the baby if you are?&nbsp; What do you want honey . . . to do about this?&nbsp; I’ll go with you on this . . . I’m fine with whatever you want and decide . . . I just hope that we will still make love is all.”<br><br>He scooted back to where he’d been lying and faced her with his arms open and a warm smile.<br><br>“Come here Darlin’” He chuckled and his mouth broadened into a wicked grin.&nbsp; “Come to papa . . . let me hold you and love you.”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 22:33:20</strong>
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				That Sam was not concerned, other than for what the potion would or could do, eased Irene's anxiety.&nbsp; She swallowed roughly, though.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, it's to prevent pregnancy," she said.&nbsp; "And, I was told that if I missed a bleed to immediately stop using it.&nbsp; I guess it could harm the baby.&nbsp; So, 'Papa' I think we need to wait for anymore..." she waved a hand at the bed "...of that until we know for sure.&nbsp; I won't be able to take this for a week--it takes that long for her to make it.&nbsp; And, on the off chance I'm pregnant, I'm not going to be party to hurting the baby."&nbsp; <br><br>Irene moved into Sam's arms.&nbsp; "I know you feel the same.&nbsp; And, in case I'm not pregnant, we'd best restrain ourselves until we know for certain; right?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 05:22:17</strong>
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				Sam nodded in agreement as he held her tenderly and kissed her softly.&nbsp; His hand idly caressed her.&nbsp; His voice was low, barely above a whisper.&nbsp; Even as he spoke he himself wondered why he was speaking so quietly.<br><br>“I’ll just have to make love to you in other ways Darlin’.”&nbsp; He smiled as he tweaked her luscious nipple.&nbsp; “I hope you’re okay with that.&nbsp; I don’t think I could go very long without it Irene.”<br><br>He nuzzled her neck and that spot behind her ear.&nbsp; He grinned at her.<br><br>“Well it looks like we have an opening in our schedule baby.&nbsp; How shall we fill it?&nbsp; You want to take a ride?&nbsp; Bathe?&nbsp; Lie back and let me pleasure you?&nbsp; One thing I want to do for sure before we turn in for the night is sort out our license.”&nbsp; He shook his head and rolled his eyes back in feigned dramatic horror.&nbsp; “I read everything . . . always.&nbsp; Why not this . . . Darlin I just don’t know . . . I guess it was cause I’ve my mind made up on it.&nbsp; I hope I’m not driving you nuts with it.&nbsp; And it’s not that I don’t believe you Irene . . . it’s just that I had expected it to be different.&nbsp; You had me talked into the church wedding with the girls.”<br><br>He chuckled and then tickled her behind her knee.<br><br>“Irene . . . I’m going back to being my quiet self.&nbsp; &nbsp;It’s easier not getting into trouble like that . . . It must be nerves.”<br><br>He moved down alongside her and kissed her nipples and then drifted south over her belly to her pussy.&nbsp; Sam flicked his tongue over her hooded clit until it showed.&nbsp; Then he suckled it as his fingers stroked and tugged at her folds.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 07:46:30</strong>
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				Irene grinned.&nbsp; Sam seemed unconcerned by what had most worried her.&nbsp; And, if he wasn't going to worry, then she wasn't going to worry.&nbsp; But, the wedding with the courtesans as guests...<br><br>"Well, that wouldn't be so much a wedding as a circus," she mused, sharing kisses with Sam.&nbsp; She ran her hand over his hair as he shifted, moving down her body with kisses.&nbsp; She raised up to rest on her elbows, watching him.&nbsp; He was insatiable.&nbsp; If she didn't get a good supply of the concoction, they were going to have more kids than the old woman in the shoe.<br><br>"Sam, if you want to be more comfortable, you can...you know, swap ends and put your knees beside my shoulders..." Irene offered, fully intending to take advantage of his position to kiss his cock in the French fashion.&nbsp; She patted the bed.&nbsp; "Come on, Sam..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 03:50:50</strong>
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				Sam chuckled at her characterization of ‘the girls’ at their wedding.<br><br>“Hey it would be an interesting party though, huh?”<br><br>He was intent on eating her . . . nearly alive . . . he wanted her that badly.&nbsp; Her pussy had an aphrodisiac and magnetic quality on him.&nbsp; He loved how she tasted and smelled and he loved how wet she got for him . . . for HIM.&nbsp; Irene, he knew, was the only woman he had ever truly loved or who loved him in return.&nbsp; That realization intensified Sam’s desire to pleasure her and the prospect of possible progeny both complicated how they made love and added some intangible depth to it as well.&nbsp; He grinned as he lapped at her delicate folds and tasted them both inside her.&nbsp; He absently wondered if she turned out to be pregnant if they’d ‘know’ when it had happened.&nbsp; He’d bet on this last time.&nbsp; He grinned up at her as she situated herself to watch him go down on her. <br><br>“What a whirlwind romance ours has truly become Misses Markham.”<br><br>Her hips rocked up to welcome his mouth and he sighed into her lush wetness.&nbsp; He really liked how when he put his mouth to her pussy her fingers went directly into his hair.&nbsp; It was a true sign that he was pleasing her.&nbsp; Pleasing her was first on his agenda ahead of everything else.&nbsp; His world had shifted downstairs when she’d copped an attitude with him.&nbsp; He still had his work ethic, but it was not going to consume the entirety of his life any longer.&nbsp; He’d apparently made that decision subconsciously, but now openly acknowledged it at least to himself.&nbsp; He looked up again at her invitation and groaned.&nbsp; The only place his cock felt as good as when he was inside her was in her mouth.<br><br>“Oh god Irene . . . really?&nbsp; Oh Jesus Darlin’ that would be the silver lining to have you love me with your mouth while I love you the same way . . . oh baby . . . I love you Irene Markham . . . I truly do.”<br><br>Sam gently rolled her onto her side as he shifted his body to match her request.&nbsp; &nbsp;He propped her left leg up in bent fashion to give him easier access to her pussy.&nbsp; He buried his face against her wet pussy and probed her greedily with his tongue.&nbsp; His body shivered when he felt her warm breath on his throbbing stiff cock.<br><br>“Oh my, Irene . . . babydoll you are a wonder . . . oh honey take me with your mouth . . . oh damn . . . YES!....make love to my cock . . . oh sweet Jesus . . . ”<br><br>Sam’s body jerked with pleasure as he peeked up from her snatch and watched her ‘kiss’ the head of his cock.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 06:36:10</strong>
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				In Irene's sexual lifetime, she'd rarely been the one receiving pleasure.&nbsp; If she were to think back upon the interludes with the random male, she would describe herself as performing a service.&nbsp; She, therefore, had never seen it as her duty to do more than what was being asked.&nbsp; Mostly, they wanted to impale her and grunt over her until they were satisfied.&nbsp; Some tried to give her something in return.&nbsp; But, they'd all failed.&nbsp; And, now, here she was with a man who seemed, from the start, as intent on her gratification as he was his own.&nbsp; She found herself wanting to give as good as she got and feared that would be impossible with her limited imagination.&nbsp; But, seeing him there she felt slovenly, laying back doing nothing but enjoying the moment and the magical ministrations of his tongue and teeth, and, oh yes, his hands.<br><br>Irene smiled, pleased when he moved around to kneel next to her and then rolled them so they were facing each other.&nbsp; She might have thought it would be easier for her if he'd kneeled over her head.&nbsp; But, this posed a challenge as one arm was mostly in the way and gravity being what it was, she had to work to ease him into her mouth and to her throat.&nbsp; <br><br>With her free hand aiding in aim, she managed to lubricate his member with her mouth, running her teeth lightly along the length of him, watching his cock bob happily at the touch, and then she sucked him deeply into her mouth and fucked him that way.&nbsp; Her hand caressed his sack, added depth to her thrusts with her fingers wrapping around his shaft, moving in harmony with her bobbing head.&nbsp; The more Sam suckled her, the more she drew him in, her tongue working him agains the roof of her mouth so well she could feel the ridges heat with the friction.&nbsp; Irene grunted as Sam was drawing her to her peak once again.&nbsp; He did it so well, she now anticipated it and shifted slightly, easing his teasing lips so that she might work him to his climax at the same time as her own. <br><br>Irene nipped the head, pausing for a moment, overcome by the fire being lit low in her belly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh...Sam...I wanted us to shaRRRRRRRRREEE!"&nbsp; her word ended on a gasping scream as she came again, body stiffening, hips swiveling slightly.&nbsp; She went down on his cock with a vengeance, making love to it with her mouth with as much energy as she could, her hand caressing him, holding him, and then grabbing his shaft tightly as she took him deep into her throat, nearly choking, but easing in time.&nbsp; "You like this, Sam?" she asked, pausing for a moment to wipe her chin before smiling at the man and taking him back into her mouth.&nbsp; If the answer was "no" she didn't want to hear it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 04:33:06</strong>
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				Sam’s eyes brightened when Irene came for him.&nbsp; Her mouth was doing wonderful things to his cock.&nbsp; He could not recall a woman as adept at fucking him with her mouth as Irene was.&nbsp; He didn’t really care how she’d learned it because her past was past just like his own.&nbsp; He loved her and she loved him and that was all that was relevant.&nbsp; &nbsp;He chuckled as her nectar flowed out of her luscious sex.&nbsp; <br><br>He was himself quite close to making his own sticky mess as Irene sucked and licked his cock to incredible sensitivity.&nbsp; He felt like writhing . . . squirming . . . because she was getting him so far past fully aroused that he felt like he might pass out from the pleasure of it.&nbsp; He tried to remain still as she literally fucked him with her mouth.&nbsp; It was the most exquisite oral sex he’d ever been gifted.&nbsp; Holding his body in check he soon discovered only seemed to intensify the wonderful sensations that her hands and mouth were delivering . . . plus he was in her mouth and he didn’t want to cause himself an injury by moving recklessly.<br><br>“Oh my god . . . you share fucking wonderfully Misses Markham . . . holy Christ . . . oh baby I’m there . . . oh god yessss . . . ”<br><br>Despite his every intention, Sam’s body was contorted with the release she took him too.&nbsp; His muscles were all suddenly tight and then released in spastically wild movements as his hip drove his cock back against her throat.&nbsp; He withdrew as best he could at least enough that she seemed like she could breathe.&nbsp; His cock felt huge in her mouth as he sent his cum squirting into her oral cavity.&nbsp; He looked and grinned sheepishly as he saw his cum oozing out of her mouth around his swollen cock.&nbsp; &nbsp;He sighed as he tried to regain control of his breathing and his body.<br><br>Sam felt totally done in . . . exhausted.&nbsp; He let himself fall back onto her bed as he gasped for air.&nbsp; The room was perfumed with the scents of their orgasmic releases.&nbsp; Irene’s was close at hand and he rolled over her and hung his head between her legs.&nbsp; With his fingers, Sam parted her plump outer pussy lips and sucked on and teased her finer inner ones with his lips and tongue.&nbsp; In quick order he had sucked and licked up every bit of her cum . . . even the smallest droplet.<br><br>“Oh my Darlin girl . . . we’ll be fine until we know about things down here . . . if you don’t kill me with my own orgasms. When are you due Irene?’<br><br>He sat up and with what seemed like an extraordinary effort shifted his body’s position along side her from one end to the other.&nbsp; He was so done in that when he had his head up near hers he nearly collapsed onto the bed.&nbsp; After gathering himself, Sam rolled partly over her with his right arm and leg and kissed her.&nbsp; Then he propped himself so he could look at her.<br><br>“You are one beautiful woman Irene Markham . . . and a very lovely bride on her wedding night, if we are in fact married.&nbsp; Either way Irene, I’m pleased and proud to be your husband Darlin’ . . . lord knows that I truly am.”<br><br>He kissed her throat, the swell of her breasts and then returned to her mouth.&nbsp; He liked tasting then in the kisses.<br><br>Even if this isn’t really our wedding night . . . we should celebrate . . . I don’t remember seeing any place in town that looked any better than the food here.&nbsp; Shall we have our own little feast? We could scare up some candles from Wong . . . I’d get them. Then before bed we might have a feast of another sort and that long needed bath?&nbsp; What do ya’ say Darlin’? ”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 08:32:42</strong>
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				Irene placed her hand over Sam's mouth, raised her eyebrows at him and then shifted to snuggle around until her back fit to his chest.&nbsp; She felt his soft cock against her ass and idly recalled how well he fit where he was made to fit...&nbsp; She covered her face and sighed.&nbsp; <br><br>"Man, I need a nap.&nbsp; You need to give me at least an hour to recuperate from that and I think you might need the same.&nbsp; Relax, Sam.&nbsp; All is well."&nbsp; She rolled up to grab the sheet and drag it up to their hips.&nbsp; <br><br>She drifted into sleep, a smile on her mouth as she lay nestled with her husband.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 07:58:23</strong>
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				He chuckled as Irene’s hand silenced him.&nbsp; It was a sweet touch and he liked it.&nbsp; Sam liked even better how she settled back against him.&nbsp; He sighed at how good she felt like that.&nbsp; Their bodies were like a matched set in the ways they fit so wonderfully together.<br><br>“Yes woman . . . you can have an hour or more if you need it.”&nbsp; Sam yawned loudly and he was slow to hide it as it had happened so quickly.&nbsp; “I guess I’ll join you too.”<br><br>He folded his left arm under his pillow and laid his head back down on it.&nbsp; Sam’s right arm was draped&nbsp; over her sheet-draped hip.&nbsp; Sam was seriously tired as Irene had guessed,&nbsp; but he could not stop thinking about making love to her some more.&nbsp; His hand moved quietly over the sheet as he traversed the very feminine curves of Irene’s quiet&nbsp; body.&nbsp; She’d drifted off quietly he realized just moments before he was gone with her.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>18-10-2011, 04:24:15</strong>
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				There were no dreams.&nbsp; No nightmares disturbed her sleep for the first time in a very long time.&nbsp; Irene woke up curled with Sam and rested.&nbsp; She didn't move for fear of waking him.&nbsp; She just turned her head enough to allow her to look at him.&nbsp; His hair had fallen over&nbsp; his brow.&nbsp; He looked younger, less troubled by the world.<br><br>She thought about the information gathering the day before, how she'd enjoyed working with Sam.&nbsp; Somewhere in her pile of clothes was the badge he'd given her.&nbsp; <br><br>He'd wanted to read the marriage license.&nbsp; But, other concerns took precedence.&nbsp; Slipping her hand behind her, along Sam's belly to his cock, she had to smile at the hardness.&nbsp; All that love-making and he still woke up hard as a teenaged boy.<br><br>Moving carefully, Irene sat up.&nbsp; She pushed Sam to his back and then straddled him, bracing her hands on his shoulders.<br><br>"Sam?&nbsp; Wake up, love.&nbsp; Morning is here.&nbsp; I'm here..."&nbsp; She rubbed herself along his cock, enjoying herself as she woke her husband.<br><br>"We're wasting sunlight, Sam."&nbsp; She was whispering in case others still slept.&nbsp; She bent to kiss his chest, continuing to rub herself over him, growing wet from the very contact.&nbsp; &nbsp;For a moment she considered the possibilities.&nbsp; Then, she reached down and placed him at her entrance, sliding down as he filled her.&nbsp; "There we go," she murmured.<br><br>Irene grinned, flinging the sheet from her body.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 06:29:49</strong>
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				There was a contentedness to the horniness&nbsp; he felt as he stirred briefly.&nbsp; It was very dark in Irene’s room.&nbsp; He gathered that it most probably was the dead middle of the night.&nbsp; Sam stretched his body out and realized that he was a little hard and Irene had pressed back against him in the most alluring manner.&nbsp; He liked her in every way he’d known her but naked, warm and softly comfortable against him was one way he loved her.&nbsp; She was breathing quietly and her sweet tit was in his hand as his bodied shifted to spoon against her once more.&nbsp; He gave her breast a little squeeze as he gave the nape of her neck a little nuzzle.&nbsp; Fucking her as she was was becoming an idea in his sleep-dulled brain that had slowly caught up with his body.&nbsp; But to his dismay his eyelids were heavy again and he could feel his consciousness drift away.<br><br>That scenario was still in his brain and surely evident in his body as he realized that he was so hard that his cock ached.&nbsp; As the lights in his brain slowly came on Sam was aware of how Irene must have shifted as she was in that moment astride him, kissing him and she was rubbing her pussy against the underside of his cock.&nbsp; Sam groaned as his head caught up with his body.&nbsp; The sensations were exquisitely stimulating and hot.&nbsp; He placed his hands on her hips and rocked his hips to press himself tightly up into her wet folds.<br><br>Sam moaned as he finally opened his eyes.&nbsp; In the light of dawn he watched with amazement as Irene ground her wet cunt against his cock.&nbsp; She was whispering to him to awaken. In complementary fashion he moaned quietly as his hands cupped her tits and he then tugged on and rolled her nipples.<br><br>She took him as he sighed into her mouth as their tongues played and she pressed down on him with her hips and took him completely into her.<br><br>“Oh Darlin’ . . . you’re going to ruin me . . . waking me like this.&nbsp; Oh damn Irene you feel so perfect on me . . . fuck me baby . . . Take me , will you? ...Oh god Irene . . . ride me . . . make me shoot up into you . . . ” <br><br>She’d settled on him and he could feel that he was fully inside her.&nbsp; Sam continued to play with her nipples as she moved on him.&nbsp; He’d never thought much about giving himself to a woman like he was, but then this was Irene . . . his wife and he was really enjoying her fucking him.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 05:55:56</strong>
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				Irene looked down at Sam as she moved on him.&nbsp; She watched his hands move to her nipples and flinched slightly as he pinched them.&nbsp; She was a little perplexed by the sensitivity, but was soon lost to the rhythm of her lovemaking, moving her legs wide and then close to rise and descend onto him.&nbsp; His cock, moving straight up into her...well, mostly straight, she corrected herself with another wicked smile as she moved her hips in a circle for maximum contact, maximum effect.&nbsp; <br><br>Grabbing his left wrist, she pulled his hand up to her face, kissed his palm and then licked it before using his hand to cover her breast, liking the moist palm that covered her flesh.&nbsp; Shifting her legs, getting her feet under her, she moved into a squatting position and felt rather like a monkey on a stick as she rocked herself onto Sam, faster and faster.<br><br>"Oh, baby, you don't have to ask twice," she said, shifting once more to lie over him, her body sliding up his, his cock sliding out of her until she reversed her movements and pushed herself roughly back onto him.&nbsp; Now, lying on Sam, she allowed herself to kiss his chest as she moved up and down, her breasts rubbing roughly along his skin, the senstive buds of her nipples folding and dragging along his skin sent electric waves through her.<br><br>Lifting her face, looking at Sam, Irene smiled and moved to kiss him, her hips and thighs never losing the intensity of the movements.&nbsp; She drove her tongue into his mouth, watching him so close she was cross-eyed to see his eyes close before she closed hers and pounded herself down onto him as she kissed him.&nbsp; Never had she behaved like this with anyone.&nbsp; She'd never wanted to, never felt secure enough to do as she pleased.&nbsp; And, this pleased her greatly.&nbsp; <em>Because it's Sam, she reminded herself.</em><br><br>"mmmmmmm" she moaned into his mouth, her pussy clenching around Sam's cock.&nbsp; "Want me to come now, Sam?" she lifted her mouth from his to ask.&nbsp; "Want to do it together again?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>23-10-2011, 05:22:28</strong>
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				Sam was very much aroused increasingly by Irene’s movements on him.&nbsp; She was masterful in the way she used her body to intensify their pleasure.&nbsp; Grinding her pussy against him and the wetness of her arousal was driving him closer and closer to cumming.<br><br>But when she shifted from riding him from above and lay on him his body shuddered, The way Irene moved her body against the length of his own was exquisitely stimulating and in response&nbsp; Sam rocked his hips increasingly forcefully.&nbsp; He drove his cock deeply into her with enough force that their bodies made loud wet smacking noises.&nbsp; She was fucking him back with the same intensity.<br><br>He opened his eyes and they locked on hers.&nbsp; She was aglow with sexual desire and need.&nbsp; Her eyes and her mouth conveyed the depth of her arousal.&nbsp; Their tongues played aggressively as they kissed and wildly fucked.&nbsp; Her pussy was clenching around his cock as he savored the lustful tone in her voice.<br><br>“Yeah Darlin’ . . . I want you to cum now . . . I’m there baby.&nbsp; You’ve fucked me wonderfully Irene . . . oh Jesus&nbsp; . . . but you truly have.”<br><br>His hands grabbed the globes of her ass.&nbsp; His fingers squeezed and kneaded them and parted them as his body arched up off the bed and he drove his cock fully into her.&nbsp; His hands cupped her ass as he repeatedly moved his cock in and out of her pussy quite hurriedly.&nbsp; His words were gasped roughly as he thrust into her.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>“Oh my god Darlin’ . . .&nbsp; I do love you&nbsp; . . . and&nbsp; . . . oh baby&nbsp; . . . and how you awaken me.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh Irene . . . baby . . .&nbsp; cum for me . . . now . . . with me!”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 09:49:49</strong>
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				Irene&nbsp; at Sam as he made his pleas.&nbsp; "As you wish," she was about to say when overcome by her body responding before her brain's message made it past her lips.&nbsp; She gasped and writhed upon Sam, her feet kicking in between pressing her upwards.&nbsp; She gasped a breath when she was able to inhale and then she opened her eyes to look at Sam once more.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd thought it more than once and now she admitted it to Sam.&nbsp; "I've never felt like this, Sam," she grunted as her body came back to earth.&nbsp; "Never felt like it was all right to want to do this sort of thing...all right for me to want..&nbsp; And, Sam, I do want you.&nbsp; I woke up and you were right here and, by Gods, I did want to do just exactly what I've done."&nbsp; <br><br>Dipping her head, she nibbled along his jaw, up to his ear where she nibbled further.&nbsp; "I'm thinking," she whispered, "that you didn't mind that too much."&nbsp; Laughing a soft chuff against his ear, she ran the tip of her tongue along the edge of Sam's ear until she felt like nipping the top of his ears, her teeth covered by her lips.&nbsp; She swirled her tongue along the ridge of his ear and shifted herself as he spilled from her down below.<br><br>"Good morning," she said at long last, a smile in her voice and in her eyes.&nbsp; She kissed Sam's cheek and lay down, half atop him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 17:08:26</strong>
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				Even if Sam’s outward expression looked strained and tense as he came in her, inwardly he was grinning like a fool.&nbsp; He’d never been a farmer or even been near a life hog but he felt like he totally understood the expression about them.&nbsp; He truly was as happy as a pig in slop.&nbsp; He was finally in love and most probably actually married to the only woman, besides his mother that loved him as much as he loved her.<br><br>Ordinarily his ears were a might ticklish but with Irene’s playful and loving nibbles they were erogenous zones.&nbsp; Even as his wilted cock slipped out of her juicy hot pussy, she was working him back up toward needing to fuck her again.&nbsp; He sighed as he listened to her tell him how she’d changed for him&nbsp; . . . how she wanted him like no one else.&nbsp; He shifted some underneath her as their juices dribbled out of her and over hin and then down between his legs.&nbsp; It might be perverse, he thought, but he wanted them on him and not so much on the bed.&nbsp; He wanted them rubbed into his skin.&nbsp; He wanted to taste them, to taste her . . . HIS lovely bride.<br><br>“Mmm . . . good&nbsp; mornin’ Darlin’. God you’re beautiful in the morning Irene . . . you really are.&nbsp; God I love you.”<br><br>He stretched his neck and lifted his head up off the pillow and kissed her tenderly but with incredible depth that surprised and pleased him.&nbsp; Unbelievably his body was stirring again and he wanted her . . . quite greedily.&nbsp; His hand slipped down over her back and slipped down between her parted ass cheeks.&nbsp; He found her perfect dark pucker and lazily drew circles around its crinkled dark edge.&nbsp; He liked how it fluttered and her body seemed to tremble at his touch there.&nbsp; His hand moved down just a little further and found his prize.&nbsp; Her pussy was warm and wet and her folds were still thick and full from their fucking.<br><br>“Do you have any idea Irene about how beautiful you are down there?&nbsp; Without your hair?&nbsp; God Darlin’ you are so smooth and lovely.&nbsp; I love looking at your pussy . . . it’s quite beautiful baby.&nbsp; You are going to show me that string trick . . . right?”&nbsp; Sam groaned as he caressed her slippery folds and her hard bud.&nbsp; “But now . . . I just want to bury my face in your pussy and taste and smell you . . . and us.&nbsp; Have I mentioned how much I love you . . . want you . . . need you?&nbsp; Oh honey you make me so happy.&nbsp; I feel so whole with you . . . ”<br><br>His two fingers easily slipped inside her.&nbsp; Slowly he moved them in and out of her as his mouth found hers and his tongue mimicked his fingers as it played in and out of her mouth.<br><br>“Roll over onto your back baby . . . it’s my turn to say good mornin’ . . . oh god Irene . . . I want you so badly.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 09:05:29</strong>
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				Generally, Irene was indifferent in bed.&nbsp; The few men who she'd found entertaining, well...there were very few.&nbsp; Sam, however, was in a league of his own.&nbsp; She'd enjoyed waking him, arrousing him and fucking him; he'd awakened so lovely.&nbsp; She now, as his hands slid along her smooth skin, moved into her she had a hard time paying attention to what he was saying.<br><br>She focused herself and realized he was talking about her pussy once more.&nbsp; If he mentioned seeing her in the hair removal process again, she'd...&nbsp; Oh, hell...she mused as her body moved to allow his hand to take her, her hips moving to allow him full penetration.<br><br>The kiss came as a surprise but was so exactly what she wanted that she met his thrusting tongue with her own, sucking his into her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>She eased to her back with his slight pressure and a slow realization of his request.&nbsp; "Oh, Sam..." she sighed back at him.&nbsp; "YOu don't have to want me...you've got me," she said.&nbsp; "When ever you need...but, I'm feeling rather needy now, baby.&nbsp; Please..."&nbsp; She reached for him, pulling him to her to kiss him some more.&nbsp; His thickening cock seemed larger against her thigh as he lay over her.&nbsp; "Fuck me, Sam.&nbsp; And, then we can say good morning again.."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 02:20:45</strong>
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				Sam’s tongue sucked into her mouth made his body shudder.&nbsp; The sensation was simply incredible.&nbsp; He worked his fingers harder in and out of her wet pussy as her hips so sensuously fucked his hand.&nbsp; It was something to behold . . . the way she gave herself to him and her own pleasure.<br><br>She was absolutely delicious the way she settled onto her back and opened her legs in invitation to him . . . matching her words as she drew Sam to her.&nbsp; Her mouth was hot and her kisses felt feverishly given as his cock swelled and got very heavy against the soft warm skin of Irene’s inner thigh.&nbsp; He grinned as he lifted his head to look down at her.<br><br>“Mmm . . . Irene your desires match my own Darlin’ wife.&nbsp; I do need to fuck you . . . for you . . . and for me.”<br><br>He lowered his mouth back to hers.&nbsp; As Sam shifted his position to settled between her legs, his kisses trailed down to her jaw and then back to her neck.&nbsp; He kissed and licked her warm salty skin as his hand rubbed the head of his cock up and down through her wet gash.&nbsp; Then he marked her just behind her ear in her lovely scented hair as his hips pushed his cock fully inside her.&nbsp; Sam groaned loudly as he felt her smooth mound against him.&nbsp; His mouth returned to Irene’s mouth and he kissed her deeply as his hips set to fucking her with a steady quick tempo.&nbsp; His cock was nearly fully withdrawn from her cunt before he thrust his cock fully into her again.&nbsp; His body was alive with a tingling flushed feeling as his body rubbed against her.&nbsp; Irene’s belly and tits felt so wonderfully erotic under him as he pressed her down into the bed as he fucked her.<br><br>“Oh Darlin’ I love fucking you . . . feeling your body receiving me and fucking me in return.&nbsp; Oh Irene I do and will always want you even as I know that you’ve given yourself to me . . . and I to you.&nbsp; Oh god baby . . . I’ve become a&nbsp; babbling romantic . . . I’ve never talked so much in all my years as I do to you . . . Oh Irene . . . I want this fuck to last a good while longer . . . It feels so good to be in you.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 05:24:43</strong>
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				She was tight.&nbsp; He surged into her in a fluid movement that, nonetheless, left Irene gasping, head thrown back into the pillow.&nbsp; He felt so good.&nbsp; So good.&nbsp; She heaved a breath as his mouth left hers and he nipped her neck, a chill coursing through her, raising gooseflesh and making her nipples harder still.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mmm. A good long while, eh, cowboy?" she mused, slowly drawing one leg and then the other up his backside and then across his back, linking her ankles and then tightening her grip to hold him still.&nbsp; "A good long while?&nbsp; Then, you might just want to slow down your fucking, Sam," she said.&nbsp; Her voice didn't sound like her at all.&nbsp; This Irene was composed, in control, loving the position she was in and ready, willing and able to use it to her advantage.&nbsp; She kissed his chin, that devilish dimple getting a bit of attention before she nibbled her way along his throat.&nbsp; Crossing his collar bone to his shoulder, she sucked gently at his skin, not planning to mark it, just draw the man's focus to the point where her mouth touched him.&nbsp; And, then she contracted her muscles, grabbing his cock hard within her and wriggled just a little, drawing back enough to allow her to press him into her once more.&nbsp; <br><br>"More like this, yeah?&nbsp; To make it last, right?"&nbsp; Her tone held the voice of the devil, or at the least a seductress in her element.&nbsp; She moved a little more, fucking Sam as she eased her grip with her legs and then pulled him in once more.&nbsp; Her concentration wavered as pleasure began to grow within her.&nbsp; It took more concentration to grab onto his hard cock and she forgot what she'd been doing with her mouth.<br><br>Blinking her eyes at Sam, looking at him once more, she smiled.&nbsp; "Or, maybe you could just fuck me until we both explode?" she suggested softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 04:52:19</strong>
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				Irene had him chuckling in the midst of everything going on as they fucked each other really good.&nbsp; She’d managed to do it to him before too.&nbsp; This time it created an interesting set of emotions muddled together.&nbsp; Her cowboy reference was said so drolly that Sam grinned at the characterization.&nbsp; In the midst of his chuckling he was grunting from his exertion as he concentrated on their fucking.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene actively took in his words and managed to hold him steady inside her with her legs hugging him so seductively that she had his full attention.<br><br>“Mmmm . . . yeah Darlin’ . . . Let’s just like that you gorgeous wonderful woman.&nbsp; Oh baby . . . you truly&nbsp; . . . are a wonder.”&nbsp; <br><br>Sam went with her . . .&nbsp; savoring their slower tempo and how erotic Irene was being with him.&nbsp; His body was aching to fuck her hard and fast and the way she was slowing things down was only intensifying Sam’s need to cum in her.&nbsp; Her pussy was clenching tightly around his cock so intensely that he was lost to being in her.&nbsp; He clung to Irene and kissed her deeply as they fucked with incredibly deep intensity.&nbsp; In a moment of clarity it seemed that Irene was as lost in their fucking as he was.&nbsp; Their bodies were glistening with the fine sheen of their lovemaking.&nbsp; Sam had never known anything as intense as what they were experiencing in that moment.&nbsp; He smiled sheepishly as he listened to her words.&nbsp; He thrust his cock into her and Irene took him fully into her opening as he kissed her passionately.&nbsp; His tempo was steady and a beat faster than they had slowed to.&nbsp; Sam,&nbsp; kept his thrusts at that steady tempo as Irene rocked her hips to take him into her. As he pushed deeply into her wet heat, then withdrew and then pushed in again, Sam groaned.<br><br>“I love your thinking Darlin’ . . . and your beautiful body.&nbsp; Oh fuck me back Irene.&nbsp; Cum with me baby . . . god you’ve got me so close.&nbsp; Oh god I love fucking you Misses Irene Markham.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 08:01:39</strong>
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				His laughter pleased her.&nbsp; She suspected he hadn't laughed very much in the recent past, if ever.&nbsp; Soon those chuckles changed to grunts and she was further pleased.<br><br>Irene laughed as Sam requested that she fuck him back.&nbsp; "You think I've not been?" she demanded, her fingers curling tightly into his hair, pulling him down to her to kiss.&nbsp; <br><br>She planted her heels back in the matress and met Sam's tempo, whipping her hips to meet him roughly.&nbsp; She grunted into his mouth as they drove into each other.&nbsp; Either destruction or ecstacy waited for them the way they were moving.&nbsp; Irene had a suspicion she knew their destination.&nbsp; She released his hair, turning her face to breathe deeply for a moment before she was voicing her pleasure.&nbsp; "Oh, Sam...Yes!&nbsp; Oh...Sam.&nbsp; You're amaz---zing!"&nbsp; she grunted the shouted syllables as her body obeyed her husband's request.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 06:24:16</strong>
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				Sam smiled wryly . . . almost devilishly at her as his pelvis collided with her own.&nbsp; The air around them was very fragrant with the scent of their fucking.&nbsp; The wet noises and her scent were sending him further over the edge as she clamped her pussy around him, making her pussy incredibly tight and also making his orgasm near at hand.<br><br>“Yes baby you have been . . . beautifully . . . oh god yes . . . that’s all I meant.”&nbsp; He grunted and strained to fuck her as she pressed back against his thrusts with pelvic thrusts that caused his cock to be fully buried in her cunt.<br><br>“Oh yes Irene . . . oh baby please . . . just don’t stop Darlin’ . . . oh god baby . . . yes oh Irene . . . I need to cum with you so badly . . . God damn Irene . . . I do love your enthusiasm . . . oh tell me that you’re there too.”<br><br>He pressed her body beneath him into the bed and his face against the curve at the base of her neck.&nbsp; His feet and knees took purchase in the bed linen as his hips thrust his cock in and out of her in a furious tempo.<br><br>“Oh god honey I’m there . . .&nbsp; holy fuck!”<br><br>Sam’s hands slipped under her shoulders and he cupped them as he drove into her and held his cock in her as it swelled and then spurt his hot cum into her for what seemed like an eternity.&nbsp; His lungs were hot and raw with his held breath as his body convulsed against her.&nbsp; Then as quickly as his climax had come on . . . it was over and his body felt useless to him.&nbsp; His heart was raising, his lungs were panting gasping desperately for some cool air, his head was light, and his muscles were nearly useless as he collapsed atop her sweaty body.&nbsp; Remembering their concern about her possibility and her labored breathing, Sam managed to slide most of his weight off of her to the bed bet settled tightly up against her.&nbsp; He simply couldn’t lose contact with his lovely woman.&nbsp; His hand idly stroked her belly and closest thigh as he sought to calm his pulse and breathing.&nbsp; His kisses were tender and brief as he broke them to catch his breath.<br><br>“My god Irene . . . you are incredible.&nbsp; Oh baby doll . . . I have never been fucked so well . . . so beautifully . . . Oh Darlin’ . . . if we ain’t married, we better be by this time tomorrow cause I think that if you weren’t . . . you know . . .&nbsp; pregnant . . .&nbsp; before . . . I’d lay odds you are now . . . OH my god honey . . . I love you so damn much.”<br><br>He kissed her fully and deeply as his head filled with pleasant images of their future together.&nbsp; He chuckled as he had no idea where they were in any of them.&nbsp; But he knew that they were happy . . . and that was all that mattered to him in that moment. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>“Mmmm . . . good mornin’ my sweet baby.&nbsp; Shall we conjure up some breakfast?&nbsp; I think my body is righteously depleted . . . and I suspect yours might be too given how you just were.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 07:28:25</strong>
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				"Good morning, my love," Irene said, her voice softer than usual.&nbsp; "I half expected you to be gone," she admitted, easing up after a kiss and a caress.&nbsp; She smiled down at Sam and kissed him once more.&nbsp; "I'll go place our breakfast order and request a few dozen buckets of hot water.&nbsp; I need a bath."<br><br>Rising, Irene combed her long, sun streaked brown hair back from her face with her fingers and walked to the armoire.&nbsp; She pulled out a dressing gown and some rather old, worn out slippers.&nbsp; This dressing gown was made of sterner stuff than her silk Kimono and nothing was revealed as she swirled the flannel fabric around her and cinched in the waist with the belt.&nbsp; She buttoned the two buttons above the belt and the one below and then, with one more look at Sam, headed down to the kitchens.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>Irene was back before long, a bucket of hot water in either hand.&nbsp; "They'll be coming shortly, Sam," she called, easing into the room.&nbsp; "The food will be a bit slower."&nbsp; She moved to the bathroom and set the buckets down and then sat down on the edge of the tub, running a finger over the porcelain surface to be sure she'd cleaned it.<br><br>Memories of their last bath brought a pleased curl to her lips.&nbsp; And, then she yawned.&nbsp; She could sleep for another day, she mused.&nbsp; But, they'd been busy.&nbsp; Physical and emotional tolls had been taken.<br><br>"Are we heading out to that fort? What was its name?&nbsp; Merced...Mercy...no, Mercer. Fort MErcer.&nbsp; The fact that the Marshall warned us off makes me want to go there twice as bad.&nbsp; I must be first cousin to a fool," she muttered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 07:02:10</strong>
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				Sam liked the kisses.&nbsp; They were soft, warm, and tender.&nbsp; But what she said gave him pause.&nbsp; Sam was lying on his side as he watched her pad over to the armoire. He loved watching her.&nbsp; The sway of her hips as Irene walked away from him and her body as she got dressed made him sigh.&nbsp; She wasn’t wearing much but it was enough for what she was going off to do given where they were. She gave him a look as she went out into the hall from the room.&nbsp; He tried to smile back at her and then flopped back onto the bed as the door latched.<br><br>“She half expected me to be gone?” He mused with a furrowed brow.&nbsp; “What the hell is that about?”<br><br>Sam was feeling anxious and a bit agitated as the source of his anxiety was absent.&nbsp; In his usual manner he paced about the room as he tried to sort out what Irene could have meant.&nbsp; It certainly wasn’t what he expected to hear from her immediately after her sweet ‘good morning love.’&nbsp; &nbsp;To work off some of his tension until she returned he straightened up the bed and sorted out her pillows and retrieved some of his clean clothes to wear after they bathed.&nbsp; He took the rifle out and wiped it down and checked his ammo and the sights and then stowed it all away.&nbsp; When he heard her fussing at the door Sam walked over and opened it for her and held it open wide as she hustled past him to the tub with two buckets of steaming hot water.<br><br>“What the hell Irene?&nbsp; I thought you were ordering the water, not carrying it yourself.&nbsp; I would have helped you with that . . . Jesus woman . . . and should you be straining yourself carrying heavy buckets if you’re pregnant?&nbsp; I’m sorry . . . I’m a bit worked up from before . . . what did you say?&nbsp; Are WE going to the fort?&nbsp; NO . . . WE are not.&nbsp; I might be going out there at some point with my Sharps and the Marshal if he’s a mind to join me . . . but you’re not for the first trip.&nbsp; Riding in there the first time out would be foolish without scouting it out first . . . seeing who and what we’d be up against.”<br><br>He sat beside her and stroked her back.<br><br>“When it’s time to take them in or take them out . . . you’ll be there for that.&nbsp; After all you’re the one that’s seen ‘em . . . but Irene . . . this is my job that I came here to do . . . and we’ll be doing it my way.&nbsp; There’s no more reward in it financially because we rode in there with guns blazing and got ourselves all shot up.&nbsp; And the reward ain’t any less nor is the justice any less sweet if I take ‘em down from afar with the Sharps.”&nbsp; He paused for a beat.&nbsp; “Your Marshal impresses me as one mean tough son of a bitch . . . so I take his warning to heart . . . and I want you to too.”<br><br>He looked her over trying to see if he could see any outward difference in her that might tell the story of whether she was or wasn’t with child.&nbsp; Irene’s breasts seemed a bit fuller but he knew that could just be his eyes and his growing desire for her.<br><br>“Irene . . . Darlin’ . . . before we go trailing of out into the desert, we have some things yet to finish or settle.&nbsp; First off . . .&nbsp; I don’t know what you were meaning with what you said before you went to order up the water and some food.&nbsp; Second of all . . . the men you saw don’t impress me as the type that would just ride out and shoot somebody unless they’d something for ‘em in it.&nbsp; We need to see who they done it for.&nbsp; We stand a better chance of doing that if we don’t shoot ‘em dead and get it out of them and if we finish up reviewing the clerk’s records.&nbsp; And third but not last . . . I want us to be married Darlin’ if we’re not.&nbsp; I got some savings and a bit of money owed me if the worst should happen and I want you set to get it.&nbsp; I want you taken care of and setup no matter what.&nbsp; So . . . how much grief you fittin’ to give me for all this and how long before we can clean up?&nbsp; You need it . . . the bath . . .&nbsp; no more than I do.”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 01:33:50</strong>
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				Irene listened to Sam, hearing a note of frustration or perhaps tension in his voice.&nbsp; She gave him her eyes as he spoke, settling next to her on the edge of the bath.<br><br>She grinned at him, taking command. Or thinking he was taking command.&nbsp; She smiled demurly and accepted his concern for what it was.&nbsp; "I do see your point, Sam.&nbsp; And, let's leave it at that for now.&nbsp; Now, what I meant about being surprised you were here is that you seemed too good to be true.&nbsp; I half expected to wake from a dream and find myself alone, Sam.&nbsp; Don't expect the worst," she chided.<br><br>"Now, Sam, I only brought the first two buckets of water.&nbsp; The staff will be bringing a lot more.&nbsp; I got our request in early, so we'll have plenty.&nbsp; But, you might want to put some trousers on before they get here," she said, eyes smiling as she tried to keep a sober expression.<br><br>She got to her feet.&nbsp; "And, if I'm pregnant, then I'm pregnant.&nbsp; Women bring babies into the world every damned day.&nbsp; And, they don't stop moving about doing what's required because they <em>might</em> be expecting.&nbsp; So, we'll just wait and see."&nbsp; She made it to the door before she allowed herself to think about what Sam had said about money and setting her up.&nbsp; "We'll be married to your satisfaction, Sam.&nbsp; Not so I have an income if you get yourself killed, but because we love each other.&nbsp; And, if you get yourself killed, I'm likely to be angry enough that, once I follow, I'll hunt you down and slap your ghostly self sillier than this whole conversation."&nbsp; She gave him a long look, then hurried to get the door as footsteps of the water bearers could be heard.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 05:40:01</strong>
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				Sam smiled as she explained what she’d meant by what she’d said in her ‘good morning’ that had caught him a bit off balance.&nbsp; He listened to her and tracked her with his eyes as she responded to what he’d said.&nbsp; When she got up from the tub, he walked behind her.&nbsp; &nbsp;By the time she’d made it out of the tub room to the door Sam was beside her.&nbsp; He had been following her reasoning until she got to their marriage.&nbsp; He heard the men coming with the water just as Irene did.&nbsp; When they knocked, he put his hip against the door and spoke through it in his pidgin Spanish.<br><br>“Uno momento por favor senors.”<br><br>He turned and faced Irene.&nbsp; He cupped her face and spoke quietly and quickly.<br><br>“I just need to say this. Being married to you is wholly about loving you . . . and the money is too. God forbid anything should happen to me.&nbsp; It did already you know.&nbsp; I almost didn’t make it here to what’s turned out to be the best part of my life.&nbsp; I’m blessed to be here Irene and to have found you . . . my first and last love.&nbsp; Irene, all I meant by what I said was that I want our child whenever he or she gets here to have me as its legitimate father and you as my legitimate wife . . . so you won’t ever be put in the position you were when Tim was killed.&nbsp; It will be all legal, and the judge will see to it for us.&nbsp; I’m not afraid about going out there and finding those responsible for Tim’s death.&nbsp; But Darlin’ it’s nothing against you or your will or character . . . but I’m very good at what I do so let me do it. And lastly, the one thing I am afraid of is losing you Irene.”<br><br>He kissed her tenderly.&nbsp; With a grin he undid the belt and opened her gown and caressed her breasts making her nipples hard.&nbsp; He kissed her and then quickly made it over to his britches.&nbsp; He quickly tugged them on and sat down at the table to let Irene deal with the men in the hallway with their bath water.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 06:30:31</strong>
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				Irene listened as Sam spoke, confused about what position Sam thought she'd been in when Tim was killed...how that happened to relate to marriage...&nbsp; She gave her head a little shake, figuring he just meant money and jumped as he reached for her breasts.<br><br>"Good grief, man.&nbsp; Can you not contain yourself for five minuets?"&nbsp; She smacked his hands and opened the doors to reveal the ladies of the kitchen with the bathwater.&nbsp; This being a whore house, he must have known they were women with the buckets.&nbsp; He was awfully proud of himself to saunter off to tug up his trousers as the women filed in.&nbsp; Most were intent on their duty to fill the tub with hot water.<br><br>Irene smiled serenely from her post by the door.&nbsp; She shook her head with an amused quirk of the eyebrow at Sam as he settled at the table.<br><br>She thanked the women, tipped them and shut the door after them.<br><br>Irene then turned and went to the bathroom.&nbsp; She pumped some cool water into the tub and then sank into the hot water.&nbsp; She lathered soap onto a cloth and washed herself quickly before simply relaxing in the warmth.&nbsp; She sighed a heart-felt sigh and pondered her marriage.&nbsp; Had she jumped in too soon?&nbsp; Sam was already setting the rules.&nbsp; If she didn't take the reins once in a while she'd be back in the same situation she had been.&nbsp; Irene gnawed the back of her first knuckle as she thought about that.&nbsp; Well, she'd just have to see to it that he didn't get comfortable setting the rules, the limits.&nbsp; <br><br>And, she smiled a wicked smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 06:17:47</strong>
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				Sam smirked as Irene slapped his hands after he’d caressed her.&nbsp; His answer was simple and direct.<br><br>“No! I can’t . . . not when it’s you and you’re not hearing me.”<br><br>He had blushed when she seemed to have quickly let the women in with the hot water as he drew his trousers up over his privates.&nbsp; Sam nodded sheepishly in greeting as the women lugged the heavy buckets into the tub room. He had mistakenly thought that the heavy work would be done by men like Tomas out in the stable.&nbsp; Shrugging he thought to himself, ‘What do I know about whorehouse operations?&nbsp; Apparently nothing.’<br><br>Once the women were gone Sam was feeling again like a fish out water when Irene walked past him without a word and got into the tub.&nbsp; He had no clue what was going on with her.&nbsp; He walked over to the side table and found their marriage license.&nbsp; Reading it through he was fairly confident that they were both right.&nbsp; They were married but it would not be legally recognized until the bottom of the license form was witnessed and filed with the clerk.&nbsp; He placed it back where he found it and walked into the tub room.<br><br>He found a dry spot on the floor and sat cross-legged and leaned his back against the wall.&nbsp; Irene was quiet and apparently relaxing.&nbsp; He wasn’t even sure if she knew he was there.&nbsp; Her lips were curled in a smile that made him nervous.<br><br>“So Irene?&nbsp; You want to tell me what’s going on?&nbsp; You tell me not to think the worst but Irene you act a bit like maybe I should think about it some. I’m feeling like I’ve been talkin’ but I’m not sure that you’re interested in what I’m saying or in understanding it.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 07:45:16</strong>
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				Irene heard him out in the room, heard him come into the bath room.&nbsp; She could feel him staring at her.&nbsp; Good, she mused.&nbsp; He was wondering about things.&nbsp; <br><br>"I hear you, Sam.&nbsp; I'm evaluating what you say, rolling it over in my brain, and thinking about it.&nbsp; I've been on my own, making my own way for five years.&nbsp; Perhaps this isn't the ideal life, not the one I set out to have.&nbsp; But, I've become very, very independent.&nbsp; I was independent even when I agreed to marry Tim, by mail.&nbsp; He liked when I was willing to dirty my hands to help in the field, but he thought I needed to do that and then go home and cook supper while he sat about in a hot tub and I washed his back.&nbsp; So, excuse me for a moment as I ponder that and you being used to being the boss; the man in charge," she said with a smile.&nbsp; opening her eyes, she looked at Sam, shifting in the tub to rest her chin on the rolled edge, forearms on the edge as she held herself up.&nbsp; "I can deal with it, all of it.&nbsp; But, you're going to have to deal with it, too.&nbsp; I'm not your average wife, you know.&nbsp; I can carry seventeen glasses on a tray and serve every one without a spilled drop.&nbsp; You don't get to like my fire and then try to douse it later on."<br><br>She heaved another sigh.&nbsp; "So, you ready to accept your fate?" she asked, carefully watching the man.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 06:16:36</strong>
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				Sam listened to her and grinned broadly.&nbsp; He shook his head and looked up at the ceiling and mouthed a ‘thank you’ to whomever was up there.&nbsp; He stood when she was done speaking and took off his britches and tossed them into the room.&nbsp; He gingerly stepped into the tub and worked his way through the hot water until he was close enough to kiss her, which he did very softly.&nbsp; Sam cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again.<br><br>“Darlin’ I’ve been waiting all my natural life for this fate . . . and you.”<br><br>He leaned against the side of the tub and looked into her face.&nbsp; The cool ceramic rim that he was leaning on was in dramatic contrast to the warmth of the water the rest of him was sitting in and it caused his flesh to break out in huge goose bumps which made him shiver.<br><br>“I don’t want to do anything to take away your independence, though I suspect we’ll both have to bend a little bit since we’re married and all.&nbsp; Darlin’ I’m not sure yet how you think I’m about diminishing your independence.&nbsp; The thing about my money should something happen is only intended to allow you to have some resources if I’m gone to stay as independent as you choose to be . . . to have a home for instance . . . ”<br><br>He shook his head and grinned.<br><br>“Sweetheart except for the stuff about you and Tim . . . what you said could have easily been about me.&nbsp; I’ve never been a boss Darlin’ . . . only been a independent free agent . . . that sound at all familiar?&nbsp; I’ve had no family since I was sixteen . . . and I’ve never been married . . . never been in love before now . . . never had anyone . . . no woman&nbsp; . . .&nbsp; to care about or who cared about me . . . until now. So here’s the deal . . . I get that you’re running our present situation back up against your past and trying to sort it out . . . and I get why . . . now that you’ve told me.&nbsp; I get things usually pretty well when I’m told directly and not left to my own to try and conjure it out.&nbsp; I’m here for the duration Darlin’ and god bless him, I ain’t Tim or Tim’s ghost and I’ll do my level best to help you chase that notion away.&nbsp; If you want me out of your life you’ll have to work hard at it and probably say it directly to me more than a few times before I’ll accept it.”<br><br>He leaned forward and stroked her cheek with the backs of his curled fingers.<br><br>“I’m hopelessly in love with you Irene Markham . . . and all I want to do is have you happy and feeling well loved.&nbsp; So every now and then when I want to take care of you that’s all it’s about.&nbsp; I’m not interested in taking anything from you.&nbsp; So be mindful of that for me too huh? Darlin’?...as to your murdering thugs I do knowhow to find them and I know how to bring them to justice . . . it’s actually my job and sworn duty . . . and I’m good at it too.&nbsp; Much like you and your tray of drinks . . . so please let me work on it . . . I promise I won’t shut you out of it.”<br><br>Sam waited a beat and then motioned with his arm behind him with his thumb pointed in the general vicinity of the rack with his holster hung on it and his rifle leaning against the corner in its sheath.&nbsp; <br><br>“Those are my tools Irene and without any boasting or prideful exaggeration about myself . . . I’d dare say that I’m better with my tools than anyone in the territory . . . certainly in this town or out at that fort . . . but I ain’t stupid nor reckless either.&nbsp; So let me use them and our combined talents to sort out who is behind it all and get the whole bunch to justice for you and for Tim.”<br><br>He grinned as he admired the way the soap bubbles had collected in peaks on the tips of her breasts.<br><br>“Can I give you a thorough cleansing?&nbsp; And would you consider reciprocating?&nbsp; I do love tending to your lovely body Misses Markham and how you tend to mine.”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 06:59:38</strong>
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				Irene listened, heard what he said, rolled the words about like you did a good shot of whiskey on your tongue to get the full flavor, and she lowered her forehead to rest on her hands.&nbsp; Her eyes were suddenly filmed over with tears and she felt like a complete idiot always crying, now.&nbsp; She took a few deep breaths and rolled herself over to face Sam as he made his tentative journey into the very warm water.&nbsp; When she felt she wasn't going to cry, Irene looked up at Sam and smiled.&nbsp; "I think we have an understanding.&nbsp; And, put that way, I'll not be easy about it, but I understand that your job is your job and I could be a liability in the field.&nbsp; I'll do as you ask."&nbsp; She frowned fleetingly as she heard her words.&nbsp; "This time.&nbsp; This time, I'll do as you ask."<br><br>"Now, we shouldn't waste this nice, hot water, Sam.&nbsp; Please, clean at will and I will reciprocate," she said, grinning wryly as she handed him a sponge, so much better for teasing caresses than a cloth.&nbsp; Irene met Sam's eyes once more.&nbsp; "I think I'm up to the task."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 18:23:19</strong>
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				Sam moved his head forward mirroring how Irene held hers and brushed a soft kiss across her lips.&nbsp; He smiled warmly at her.<br><br>“I got it . . . this time . . . only this time.&nbsp; And darling wife you are no liability in the field or anywhere.&nbsp; It’s easier for me to scout it out alone.&nbsp; When it’s time to move on them, I’m sure you’ll want to be there.&nbsp; Honey . . . ”&nbsp; Sam smiled because it struck him in that moment that he liked calling Irene that.&nbsp; He took the sponge from her but lost track of what he’d intended to say as he looked into her eyes.“...honey your eyes look a little pink . . . weepy.&nbsp; Are you okay?”<br><br>He stroked her back with the sponge still in his hand and shifted his position so he could draw her into an embrace.&nbsp; He cradled her head against his shoulder and combed his fingers through her hair as his arm held her tenderly across his body.<br><br>“What’s the trouble Darlin?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>18-11-2011, 07:47:47</strong>
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				"Wrong?&nbsp; Absolutely nothing but my brain, memories kicking things up that aren't even real.&nbsp; You're just incredibly kind, Sam.&nbsp; I was allowing myself to feel incredibly lucky.&nbsp; I don't usually.&nbsp; YOu think things are going too well, someone makes sure to change your opinion."<br><br>With her face resting on Sam's shoulder, Irene felt incredibly safe.&nbsp; She scooted closer to wrap her arms around him.&nbsp; Turning her head slightly, she kissed his neck and hugged him.<br><br>"At some time, I must have been a very good person," she said.&nbsp; "So, now I'm getting paid back with you."&nbsp; She sighed.&nbsp; "Now, scrub my back, man.&nbsp; I've been working up quite a sweat lately."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 06:07:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam returned her sweet kiss as he stroked her back down to her ass.<br><br>“Mmm . . . that is quite a nice thing to say Irene.&nbsp; I feel just the same about you.”<br><br>He found the soap and slathered the sponge with it before he gently washed her back.&nbsp; Sam smiled and kissed her as he brought the sponge from her back and washed her side and her arm before he gently drew it across her belly and then up between her breasts.<br><br>“Darlin . . . I don’t want to apply any pressure but I was hopin’ we could build up some more sweat before this nice bath cools off.”<br><br>His hand slipped under the water and found Irene’s legs parted.&nbsp; His fingers trailed up her inner thigh as his mouth found her mouth.&nbsp; His tongue deepened the kiss as his fingers drew circles around her plump outer pussy lips.&nbsp; His cock twitched as a current seemed to pass from his exploring fingertips directly to it.<br><br>“Mmm . . . oh baby . . . I’m recalling another bath and how wonderfully you responded to me . . . and what that meant to you.&nbsp; I love you Irene . . . and I love making you cum.”<br><br>He kissed her wet skin across her shoulders and then up her throat to her jaw.&nbsp; Trailing back along it, Sam nibbled at her neck just below her ear.&nbsp; Sam groaned as his finger found her hard little button.&nbsp; He grinned devilishly at her as his body trembled with his growing arousal.<br><br>“Darlin . . . I believe there was some mention of reciprocity . . . ”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 08:23:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The touch of the sponge down her back was unlike any other sponge ever.&nbsp; Irene's back arched, pressing her more securly against Sam.&nbsp; She shifted for him as he continued with the bathing, wondering if he was sticking strictly to the business of bathing or if he had other designs for her person.&nbsp; She smiled as his hands moved over her skin, raising gooseflesh even within the heat of the bathwater.&nbsp; She heaved a sigh that shifted to a light gasp as his fingers moved deeper.<br><br>"That was quite a bath.&nbsp; Used up the water, pretty much, as I recall," she said even as her hands moved to find Sam's cock.&nbsp; She wrapped her fingers around him, coaxing his cock to stand straight and firm.&nbsp; She tilted her head for a good look at Sam.&nbsp; "How, precisely, would you like me to reciprocate, Mr. Markham?" She asked as her hands fondled him, rubbing and squeezing the firm member. <br><br>Not waiting for him to answer, she kissed him deeply once more.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 07:39:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her kiss was what he wanted.&nbsp; Sam liked her mouth quite a lot and was more than enamored of how wonderfully she used it in all aspects.<br><br>“The kiss was quite delicious Darlin . . . and . . . mmmm . . . oh god baby . . . it would seem that my cock believes the reciprocity has commenced quite well.&nbsp; Oh god Irene I doubt that it will take very much encouragement on your part to have me in you again . . . baby or no baby . . . papa wants to fuck you.”<br><br>His mouth found hers and his kiss was hard and demanding.&nbsp; In all his life he’d never wanted a woman so much as he did Irene.&nbsp; His fingers stroked her folds and he attended to her swelling clit as his tongue ravished her mouth.&nbsp; Sam sighed a little as her hips rocked against his hand as her arousal was becoming more and more physically evident.&nbsp; His finger slipped inside her and her pussy walls closed tightly around it as he fucked her with it and some vigor.<br><br>“Oh god Irene I need to be inside you . . . but I’ve never . . . umm . . .&nbsp; done it in the water before.&nbsp; You suppose we can or should we find a dry spot?&nbsp; Oh baby I want you.&nbsp; Give me your tongue honey I like it filling my mouth . . . Mmmmm . . . oh gees I’m&nbsp; so fucking horny for you woman.”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>22-11-2011, 07:52:50</strong>
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				Irene didn't mind at all giving this man what he was asking (nearly begging) for.&nbsp; She shifted herself over his cock and pressed upon him as he sucked her tongue into his mouth, rendering her speechless.&nbsp; Irene grunted, shifting herself to take Sam's cock fully into her, and then she just kept kissing him.&nbsp; Her hands moved to hold his head, her fingerser knotting in his hair as she gave him what he asked for, her tongue savaging his mouth, probing and thrusting as he had done with his cock to her pussy.<br><br>Unaware, Irene's hips were moving on Sam, shifting from side to side, back to front without rhythm or rhyme.&nbsp; She moaned softly as she continued to kiss him, feeling like she was joining with him more than physically as their bodies formed a peculiar circle; his penis in her, her tongue in his mouth.&nbsp; The water made soft background sounds as Irene's body gently moved.&nbsp; It still fellt burning hot to her, and yet her skin broke out with goose bumps.&nbsp; She shivered slightly and pressed even closer to Sam.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 07:54:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam was almost instantly lost in Irene.&nbsp; She moved over him in the most erotically seductive way and suddenly he was in her and she was in his mouth.&nbsp; Between the two ends of her Sam was lost to any rational thought.&nbsp; With the warm water nearly completely surrounding them in the deep tub and Irene moving her body on his cock in every which-way direction, and her tongue in his mouth.&nbsp; He was amazed how arousing it was to have his mouth his mouth so sensually full with her tongue.&nbsp; Sam was absorbed with savoring all the incredible sensations of their lovemaking.<br><br>Sam slid down into the tub a little further to rest his feet against the wall of it at the other end with Irene riding him.&nbsp; His body was stretched out as much as the confines of the tub allowed,&nbsp; but his knees were bent. Irene was fucking him with her hot body almost lying atop him as their bodies moved together and apart with a steadily growing tempo.&nbsp; Sam’s body arched his back against the tub as he pushed his cock up into her until he’d no more to push in.&nbsp; It was a wonderful sight watching her fuck him and it was equally arousing to see and feel himself disappearing completely inside her and feeling the depth of her against him.<br><br>Irene’s mouth was working hard against his own with her fingers tightly in his hair.&nbsp; That and the force and enthusiasm of how she was making love to him would every once in awhile cause him to hold himself still and close his eyes.&nbsp; It was an incredible feeling to hear only her incredibly sexy panting and moaning accompanied by the water noises from the tub.&nbsp; His hands roved over her body.&nbsp; His caresses started out gently but as they both were more and more aroused his hands became somewhat more demanding.&nbsp; His hands cupped her ass and boldly stroked her up and down the valley of its cleavage.&nbsp; They also helped her rise almost off him and then clung to her hips as she settled on him as he pushed up into her, He squeezed and rubbed her tits when she fucked him in a more vertical sitting posture.<br><br>As turned on as he’d been when they started, Irene’s lustful actions took his arousal to a new plateau.&nbsp; His partly folded body was getting more and more desperate to cum but he wasn’t used to how his body was configured which seemed to add to his desperation to cum for her.<br><br>Sam’s ass was lifting off the bottom of the tub and fucking her with more force and speed than he’d anticipated.&nbsp; Their exertion and the warmth of the water where making him sweat in places he or Irene had already washed.&nbsp; His sweat from the day before and their morning’s wake up sex in the bed seemed rather tame to their current states.&nbsp; Their bodies were shining wet and they were sliding against each other quietly but for their strained&nbsp; moans, groans and grunts.&nbsp; His eyes were stinging as the sweat ran down from his soaked hair into his eyes.&nbsp; Occasionally Sam splashed water into them to clear them and resumed kissing and fucking her.<br><br>“Oh Darlin I’m very close to filling your pretty pussy . . . oh god Irene.”<br><br>Sam kissed her neck and clung tightly to her with his arms tightly around her.&nbsp; He fucked her with wild abandon as he got closer to his release.<br><br>“Oh god Irene, I love how you feel rubbing against me . . . moving up and down on my cock . . . god your pussy feels so good . . . god&nbsp; baby . . . cum baby . . . help me cum in you.”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>25-11-2011, 16:15:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Irene lifted her mouth from Sam's to laugh at his request.&nbsp; She'd been coming nearly since he'd entered her.&nbsp; She wasn't crazed, she was just climaxing...for what seemed forever.&nbsp; Now, though, with his request, she focused not on her pleasure which was huge, but to moving her body on him to best please him.&nbsp; She slid up and down his body, their wet skin gliding easly against each other.&nbsp; Each time her breasts hit the hot water, though, she jerked on Sam, her body clamping onto his.&nbsp; She could feel him in her, swelling, hardening further, and that spurred Irene on to bring him to his peak.<br><br>When she felt him fill her even fuller, felt his release, Irene ceased her movements, simply clutching Sam, holding him to her, her face nestled into the crook of his neck as she breathed heavily from her exertions.&nbsp; She was limp, almost feeling that her bones had melted.&nbsp; Irene kissed his shoulder and sat up.&nbsp; She eased off of his spent member and up to the edge of the bath.&nbsp; Without speaking, she braced herself to grab the wash cloth and then dipped it to wet it and lathered it with soap and washed her body.&nbsp; She could feel Sam's eyes and looked at him, surprised that he wasn't comatose.&nbsp; Irene smiled and finished bathing herself.<br><br>She rinsed by use of her cupped hand and a clean cloth, washing the soap suds from her skin.&nbsp; "Your turn.&nbsp; I'm going to get dressed once more.&nbsp; I think we should be civilized and go out for dinner, Mr. Markham.&nbsp; After all, I do need to show you off and we do need to gather more information..."&nbsp; She swung her legs from the tub to stand, leaned over to kiss Sam before walking out of the room, her usual boyish stride slowed to a seductive sway of hips.&nbsp; It wasn't purposely done; Irene was tired and walking slowly, she moved more like a "woman."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 08:30:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam’s eyes were wide with interest as he watched Irene bathe.&nbsp; He’d never been privy to a woman’s personal ablutions.&nbsp; He smiled as he watched her wash her body, in particular her breasts.&nbsp; He liked how the soap and water made them shiny and how her nipples stiffened up as the sponge washed over them.&nbsp; In particular he was most intent on learning how she washed her pussy.&nbsp; Despite feeling totally spent his body stirred as he watched her.&nbsp; Sam found it a very intimately erotic experience that she was sharing with him. He sighed when she stood to leave but raised himself up to kiss her back.&nbsp; <br><br>“Okay Darlin . . . I won’t be far behind you.&nbsp; I’m starving.”<br><br>He smiled as he watched her naked body as she walked into the next room.&nbsp; Sam was enthralled with her body, its curves, and how she moved.&nbsp; He grinned as he saw the sway of her hips as she walked.&nbsp; His Irene was a very beautiful woman indeed.&nbsp; He quickly washed himself and followed her example by drying himself there before going into the bedroom.<br><br>Sam stood in the doorway drying himself as he watched Irene selecting her clothes and putting them on.&nbsp; There was something quite satisfying in knowing that she was dressing for him.&nbsp; Sam doubted that he’d ever tire of watching her.<br><br>Once dried off he got some fresh clothes organized and got into them as he watched her with a sly smile on his lips.<br><br>“So Misses Markham . . . where are we dining today?&nbsp; Hey&nbsp; . . .&nbsp; don’t I owe for our food here?&nbsp; I want to settle up on that you know.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 18:43:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smoothing lotion into her skin, Irene turned to look at Sam as he watched her from the doorway.&nbsp; It pleased her that he was interested, but she felt the need to hurry him along or they'd never leave the room...again.&nbsp; "Staring?&nbsp; Again, Sam?&nbsp; You've seen, touched, and tasted it all.&nbsp; Now, get yourself into your clothes..."&nbsp; <br><br>Turning back to her clothing, she pulled on narrow-legged drawers, specially altered for her use.&nbsp; Next she donned a camisold and tucked its tails into the drawers before buttoning herself in.&nbsp; Next came her lightweight summer trousers, a shirt, and a vest that, when buttoned, acted as a decent foundation garment without the laces and extreme re-shaping of her figure.&nbsp; Irene's hair, wavy and thick, wanted to curl from the humidity of the bath. But, she wrestled it into submission and pinned it neatly.&nbsp; She finally turned to look at Sam, wondering how he'd like her attire.<br><br>"I was thinking we'd just go downstairs.&nbsp; If you noticed anything more appealing in town, sing out."&nbsp; She slid her stocking-covered feet into boots and sat down to tie the laces.&nbsp; The heel was only an inch or so, not her usual style.&nbsp; But, Irene felt the need for comfort and ease of movement...just in case...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 05:15:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam sighed as she tussled with her gorgeous hair.&nbsp; He grinned as he recalled that no woman he’d known was ever as happy with her hair as he was.&nbsp; He liked how Irene’s hair got naturally curly as it was at that moment.&nbsp; He was fully dressed but for his boots.&nbsp; He sat and pulled them on.<br><br>Sam stood and watched her slip on her lace-up boots.&nbsp; Her ass was simply perfect as she bent over. He wandered over to her as she sat down to tie up her boots.&nbsp; He knelt in front of her, gently took her laces from her hands, and tied them for her.&nbsp; Sam looked up into her face as she answered him about their dinner.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>“Eating here sounds good to me.&nbsp; The food here has been wonderful . . . I like this place quite a lot.”<br><br>He leaned forward and ran his hands over the fabric of her britches, rubbing her inner thighs as he kissed her.&nbsp; He smiled as he broke the kiss.<br><br>“What’s on your agenda for our day honey?&nbsp; Do you want to go back to the clerk’s office?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 05:55:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Irene leaned back on her hands as Sam took over the tying of her shoes.&nbsp; She smiled down at him.&nbsp; "The clerk's office?&nbsp; Didn't we get everything we need from him?"&nbsp; She gave Sam her second boot to tie, grinning devilishly at him.&nbsp; <br><br>"We could always take Diablo out for a bit of a run...maybe go out to my old homestead...&nbsp; YOu don't think they'd shoot us, do you?&nbsp; I mean, they'd recognize me, most likely.&nbsp; But, you're a lawman..."<br><br>She sighed, getting to her feet.&nbsp; "I'm properly out of ideas for getting into trouble and with my promise to you...well, I think you're leading the way, now, Mr. Markham."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 06:17:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam stood as she did.&nbsp; He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her loosely as she spoke.&nbsp; Then he kissed her.&nbsp; As their kiss deepened Sam drew her more firmly against him.<br><br>“As to the clerk . . . besides the marriage license . . . I don’t have any questions that they can answer for me now.&nbsp; As to getting into trouble Darlin’&nbsp; . . . I’m sure the opportunity will present itself soon enough. A ride would be good . . . it’ll give me a chance to see what we’ve been talking about. ”<br><br>Sam grinned broadly and kissed her hard.<br><br>“I’m not the leader . . . but then you’re not either.&nbsp; This is a joint venture Misses Markham.&nbsp; I only asked that you let me do some reconnoitering about the fort. Seriously though . . . why do you think they might shoot at you out at your place?”<br><br>He looked at his beautiful wife with a little worry in his eyes.&nbsp; Sam was not going to let anything happen to her if he could help it.&nbsp; The problem was his mind hadn’t quite sorted out all that he knew about what had happened to her and to Tim.&nbsp; In his mind the ranch should still be hers as Tim had no other heirs.&nbsp; Something seemed very wrong with losing a longtime family owned ranch over ordinary debt. Every banker he’d ever known preferred cash to property and certainly a portion sold off of the land should have settled anything owed.&nbsp; It just smelled fishy to him . . . and he hated the smell of fish.&nbsp; He wondered if Tim had gotten himself involved in some trouble that Irene didn’t know anything about.<br><br>“Darlin’ you look a might too pretty to be standing around in here.&nbsp; We best get downstairs or I’m liable to lose my appetite for food in favor of another appetite . . . a craving . . .&nbsp; I’ve had since I woke this morning.&nbsp; I don’t suppose you’d know anything about that?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 07:36:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Irene shook her head at her man.&nbsp; "I'm above such base things as cravings, Mr. Markham."&nbsp; She glanced down at her vest and trousers, her shirt buttoned up like a dandy, pin an all.&nbsp; If he thought she was lovely dressed like a man...&nbsp; "I fear your brains have been addled by too much sun and too much sex.&nbsp; I need to get you to the doctor straight away," she said, reaching to take Sam's arm.<br><br>She grabbed hold and led him from the room, down the stairs, and through the saloon proper to the window into the kitchen.&nbsp; She looked in and didn't see her new friend, the cook.&nbsp; "What time is it, Sam?"&nbsp; Irene stood on tip toe to look in and sighed.&nbsp; "Appears to be siesta time.&nbsp; Let's go to the tea house.&nbsp; If they aren't to your liking, we can try the mercantile and we'll just build us a fire and make what we want...that we can cook over and open flame...on a stick..."&nbsp; She smiled, linked arms with Sam and led him to the doors.<br>_______________________________<br>(yes, I'm adding businesses...)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>03-12-2011, 05:11:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam grinned over at Irene.<br><br>“No cravings, huh . . . Mrs. Markham?&nbsp; Hmm . . . well I’m not as strong as you I guess.&nbsp; Cause all I have to do is look at you for just an instant and I get the most powerful cravings for you darlin . . . and some of them are quite pure.”<br><br>He watched her check herself out as he walked over and strapped on his gun belt. Sam slipped his badge on pinned to the inside of his vest.&nbsp; He kept his eyes on her the entire time.&nbsp; When he was set to go, he grabbed his hat and put it on as he walked over to her.&nbsp; He snorted loudly at her suggestion that he needed to see a doctor.<br><br>“I don’t need a doctor Darlin.&nbsp; You’re the only cure for what I got.&nbsp; Don’t forget Darlin that if anything I’m a student of my surroundings and dear wife I’ve watched you dress, undress, bathe, make love to me, and tasted you as you’ve cum wildly.&nbsp; I have a vivid recollection of your womanly curves and lady bits even when it’s all hidden under your clothes.&nbsp; Heck . . . when we get our own place you can wear nothin’ or layers upon layers of clothes and I’d want you just the same.&nbsp; Now let’s go eat before I’m of a mind to undress you Darlin’ . . . I surely do crave&nbsp; that.”<br><br>She took his arm and led him out to the hall.&nbsp; Sam made sure they latched the door and then they went downstairs into the saloon.&nbsp; Sam cursed when they found the kitchen empty of cooks.<br><br>“I have no idea of the time honey.&nbsp; I left my watch up on the damn night stand.&nbsp; Dang it . . . I was really lookin’ forward to that cook of yours grub.”<br><br>He took his hat off and wiped his forehead with his sleeve and listened to Irene list their options for food.&nbsp; As she led him to the door, he muttered about his not being thrilled with cooked meat on a stick.<br><br>“Before we go all primitive . . . if that other place don’t pan out, I vote that we come back here and wait out the siesta and eat a might later.&nbsp; That’s food we’re sure of.&nbsp; Course to fill the time we could ride a bit before we come back here since I’m the only one with any cravings so there’d be no point going back up to the room.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>04-12-2011, 02:51:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Irene looked at Sam, surprised by his tone.&nbsp; "Oh, I have desires...and hankerin's, Sam.&nbsp; Or at least one," she added, giving him a long, meaningful look.&nbsp; "But, I need sustenance to keep up with you."&nbsp; She gave him a wink and led the way down the hill towards town.&nbsp; <br><br>There was no sign of the man who'd been shot, now.&nbsp; She was glad.&nbsp; When they were alive, you could imagine any evil possible in their wicked minds.&nbsp; But, when they were dead, when they were just the shell of a person, you were reminded that they were someone's son, an innocent child at one time.<br><br>She felt a wicked chill up her spine and moved her head, pulling up one shoulder to help dispell the chill.&nbsp; She'd left her hat in the room.&nbsp; Un daunted, she led Sam down the road and to the tea house.<br><br>"Don't fret, Sam.&nbsp; It's not like a fancy-pants sort of place.&nbsp; This is the wild west, after all."&nbsp; A slate outside the door pronounced that they were serving chicken sandwiches, chicken pot pie and coq au vin.&nbsp; She looked over at Sam.&nbsp; "They have chicken," she said, grinning.<br><br>Inside, tables were scattered about the room not unlike the saloon.&nbsp; Here, the floor was varnished and swept clean.&nbsp; The dishes, while chipped and worn, were also clean and the wine was served in cut crystal goblets.&nbsp; The proprietor was a French man who'd thought to make his millions in the gold fields, was robbed en route, and wound up here knowing only how to cook.&nbsp; He said that he'd been a chef in a royal house, but most people didn't even care.&nbsp; He was rough in his speech, but cooked good enough that he made plenty of money.<br><br>The proprietor's roommate came to lead them to a table, his brown eyes assessing Sam, while he talked to Irene of her work.<br><br>"I'm sort of out of that line of work, now, Louis," she said, giving him her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>Louis smiled, kissed her hand and hurried off once he'd settled them at their table.<br><br>Irene smiled once more.&nbsp; "I suspect champagne will be forthcoming."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 06:06:04</strong>
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				Sam put his arm around her shoulder as they walked and drew her close and kissed her hair.<br><br>“Darlin’ . . . I surely do enjoy bantering with you . . . and you know . . . ”&nbsp; Sam winked back at her and smiled wryly at her. “...everything else.”<br><br>They walked side by side down the hill into the heart of the town together.&nbsp; Sam glanced over at Irene and she had a strange expression on her face and her body was held in an awkward posture as they walked like something was wrong.&nbsp; Nothing was said by her so Sam remained quiet but he was on full alert.<br><br>He casually put his hand on his pistol and unhooked the little strap that secured it in his holster. He glanced about but didn’t see anything that presented a threat.&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact there wasn’t a soul in sight.&nbsp; He secured his pistol and rubbed her shoulder tenderly.&nbsp; Whatever it had been seemed to be gone as she seemed calmer as they approached what looked like a small cantina-like establishment. <br><br>He smiled at her as she turned to reassure him that they had chicken on the menu.&nbsp; Sam thought that it was sweet that she was looking out for him even though he could read the menu board just as she had. <br><br>A man apparently known to Irene as Louie took them to a table.&nbsp; Sam sat next to her around the corner of the table from her.&nbsp; The man was clearly checking over Sam as he chatted with Irene about how her work was going.&nbsp; Sam grinned broadly when Irene announced that she was out of the ‘business.’&nbsp; &nbsp;Louie seemed pleased with the news and quickly took off in the direction of what Sam assumed was the kitchen.&nbsp; Sam took her hand in his as they looked at each other.<br><br>“Champagne huh?&nbsp; No one is happier than I am Darlin about what you said to him.’”<br><br>He leaned over and kissed her softly.&nbsp; <br><br>“So will Louie be coming to the wedding too?”<br><br>He chuckled as he envisioned what a scene the folks gathering to celebrate their wedding would make with him and Irene.<br><br>“He clearly cares about you . . . so I have no problem with that Irene.&nbsp; Speaking of our wedding Irene . . . when were you thinking we might close the deal Darlin?&nbsp; I’m thinking that would help us complete the paperwork for the clerk’s records.&nbsp; I want to be married to you Irene . . . with a ceremony and the words being said, and I’ve never wanted anything more than to marry you.&nbsp; It doesn’t need to be in a church . . . it could be in a courtyard . . . a garden, if there is one around somewhere . . . I’ll leave it to you.”<br><br>He smiled and kissed her again.&nbsp; He picked up the little chalkboard on the table with the menu choices.&nbsp; Glancing over at her he smiled as he looked over her shoulder.<br><br>“I see Louie honey. It looks like he’s goin’ to be coming back so we can talk about it later.&nbsp; What’s good here Irene?&nbsp; Anything you’d think I’d like?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 04:44:57</strong>
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				"I'm not sure, Sam.&nbsp; You seem to have a widely varied appetite," she said, smiling as Louis returned and popped the cork and poured champagne for all three of them.&nbsp; He stood beside the table and toasted them and Irene and then wandered off to see to other guests.<br><br>Irene grinned at Sam.&nbsp; "All of the food is good," she said and was about to launch into a description of the pot pit when Phillip, the owner, came from the back wiping his hands on a white towel which he slung over his shoulder.<br><br>"I hear you stop being the whore," he said to Irene.&nbsp; "You come work for me, yes?"<br><br>Irene laughed even as other patrons looked over.&nbsp; "If I came to work for you, Phillip, I'd be after you with your own meat cleaver in a matter of hours."<br><br>"Oui.&nbsp; You are fiery.&nbsp; But, you serve good.&nbsp; Think about it."&nbsp; He looked at Sam, then.&nbsp; "Phillip Costeaux."&nbsp; He stuck out a meaty hand to Sam, his handsome face seeming chiseled of stone as he assessed the man.&nbsp; Irene sipped some champagne to hide her desire to laugh.&nbsp; She waited to see how Sam dealt with Phillip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>09-12-2011, 04:39:41</strong>
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				Sam stood and shook Phillip’s hand.&nbsp; He met the man’s gaze eye to eye and liked him instantly.<br><br>“My pleasure . . . I’m Sam . . . Sam Markham.”&nbsp; He grinned and made his handshake a bit firmer as he spoke.&nbsp; “...Irene’s husband.”<br><br>That seemed to please the Frenchman even more as his smile widened and his other hand was added to their hand shake resting on top of their clasped hands.<br><br>“You have made a very wise choice my friend . . . Irene . . . your wife is a very beautiful woman . . . in many ways monsieur.&nbsp; Congratulations to you both.”&nbsp; He turned and waved and beckoned Louis back to their table.&nbsp; “Dinner for these fine people is on the house this evening.”<br><br>After releasing Sam’s hand Phillip bent down and kissed Irene on the cheek.<br><br>“I’m so happy for you ma cheri.&nbsp; You truly deserve true love and happiness . . . ” he stood and smiled warmly at Sam.&nbsp; “...and you Monsieur Markham . . . you have found yourself a wonderful bride.”&nbsp; He took Irene’s menu from her and handed it to Louis.&nbsp; “Miss Irene’s very fond of my coq au vin . . . so that is what I shall make for you cheri . . . unless you object?&nbsp; Sam?&nbsp; It’s very good . . . like a chicken stew . . . shall I make it for you as well?”<br><br>Sam handed his menu to Louis.&nbsp; “Sure . . . that sounds good.&nbsp; Thanks for the dinner Phillip.&nbsp; Perhaps when we celebrate our wedding publicly . . . would you come?”&nbsp; He glanced at Irene with a smile.&nbsp; “I know my wife would love to have you and Louie there.”<br><br>“Oh oui . . . yes we would be honored.”&nbsp; Phillip exclaimed as he put his arm around Louis’ shoulder.&nbsp; “Bon appetit!”&nbsp; <br><br>As Phillip bustled off to the kitchen, he asked Louis to confirm their order.&nbsp; Louis stood looking at Irene and then at Sam and asked if they were settled on the coq au vin.<br><br>“He’s very right you know . . . it’s his best dish . . . so shall I say two?&nbsp; And a bottle of wine with the meal?”<br><br>Sam shrugged and looked at Irene.&nbsp; “It sounds good to me.&nbsp; How about you Darlin?”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>09-12-2011, 07:12:11</strong>
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				Irene could only stare as the bristly chef hugged Sam.&nbsp; She smoothed her serviette on her lap.&nbsp; She looked back as Louis rejoined them, smiling at him.<br><br>"I honestly prefer the pot pie.&nbsp; I'm a simple food kind of girl," she said.&nbsp; "And, the champagne is fine.&nbsp; Perhaps some tea..."<br><br>Louis smiled once more and nodded.&nbsp; He turned to Sam and took his order and then bustled off.<br><br>Irene smiled at Sam.&nbsp; "You certainly got an unusual response from Phillip," she said.&nbsp; "He's generally a bristly character.&nbsp; And, taciturn.&nbsp; With you, he was positively loquacious."&nbsp; Irene sipped the champagne once more.&nbsp; "The coq au vin is more vin than coq.&nbsp; And, he doesn't reduce the sauce long enough and it splatters when you eat.&nbsp; I'm wearing white, as you can well see.&nbsp; I don't want to stain one of few clean shirts."&nbsp; She glanced around the room, noticing that many were looking to Sam.&nbsp; She could well imagine the questions and rumors his rapport with Phillip might start.&nbsp; As her eyes roved over the room, she looked beyond the diners to the long shadows on the street outside and watched a rider pass by.&nbsp; He was dressed in a suit.&nbsp; But, there was something familiar and she couldn't place it.&nbsp; Was it the suit that was familiar?&nbsp; Or, was the man familiar?&nbsp; She let it go and turned back to Sam, smiling at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>10-12-2011, 07:40:21</strong>
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				Sam’s face became the picture of dread.&nbsp; He waved at Louis and finally got his attention.&nbsp; When he came over to them Sam asked if he could change his order to the pot pie.&nbsp; Louis thought it was possible as there were other orders in the que ahead of theirs.<br><br>Sam turned to Irene with a furrowed brow as his mind was filled with a bit of confusion about&nbsp; what Irene had said about Phillip.&nbsp; “You’ve lost me Darlin. I thought he was just happy for you.&nbsp; You think there was more to it than that don’t you?&nbsp; You better tell me . . . don’t leave me hangin’ Irene. There is more to it than that isn’t there?”<br><br>Sam watched her eyes as she scanned the room and then the rider on the horse out in the street.&nbsp; When their eyes met and she smiled he filed it away and left his observations unsaid.<br><br>“Thanks for the heads up on the coq au vin.&nbsp; I thought you liked it as you’d not said anything against it.”<br><br>Sam took a slurp of the tepid champagne in his glass.&nbsp; It tasted kind of yeasty and it reminded him that he never really understood all the hoopla about the sparkling wine.<br><br>“You suppose they have any beer here?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 09:46:40</strong>
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				Sam's questions amused her.&nbsp; She guessed her education, before life in the Saloon, had been pretty narrow as to the ways of the world.&nbsp; She crooked a finger at Sam and leaned in to hiss, "Louis and Phillip are together.&nbsp; They are tolerated, mostly because Louis is a dead shot and anyone who chooses to take offense to his way of life would have to deal with him.&nbsp; Phillip and our oriental market man share some sort of hand-to-hand combat skill and no one dares to bother them.&nbsp; But, you might be looked upon as a fancy man, even in my company," she said, winking.&nbsp; "Me being what I used to be and all."<br><br>"As to the meal, I'd never let Louis know that I know what true coq au vin should be like.&nbsp; He'd likely ban me.&nbsp; And, despite his bristles, I rather like not being on a menu myself; they're easy to be around...for me--I'm safe.&nbsp; And, I am afraid they serve only wine.&nbsp; They drink everything when they come to the saloon, but only wine here."<br><br>She sipped the last of her sparkling wine and said.&nbsp; "Did that rider look familiar to you?&nbsp; I'm now doubting my own instincts and memories, Sam.&nbsp; But, there was something familiar about that man who rode throuh...in the suit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 04:31:53</strong>
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				Sam blushed at the information Irene was sharing with him about their hosts.&nbsp; It was something he’d heard of but he wasn’t sure how, but it wasn’t from any personal experience . . . until now.&nbsp; That he’d not figured it out on his own he found a bit disconcerting given his usual awareness of what was going on with those around him.<br><br>“Oh gosh Irene . . . I don’t know why I didn’t put that together.”<br><br>He shrugged and rolled his eyes.&nbsp; He looked back at her and smiled.&nbsp; She was looking radiant. He could see that she liked teasing him when she had the chance.&nbsp; He guessed he could manage that. He picked up the wine glass and looked at it and then at Irene who seemed to be watching him. <br><br>“Wine instead of beer huh?” Sam knew a lot about beer and very little about wine.&nbsp; “So is the wine any good?”&nbsp; He smirked at her.&nbsp; “Or is that something else I should know?”<br><br>Sam turned his face back toward her as he considered her question about the rider.&nbsp; He looked back over his shoulder at the window as if to refresh his memory. <br><br>“Yeah I saw him but only from the waist down.&nbsp; I didn’t recognize the horse or his boots but then he was almost out of view when I looked.&nbsp; I don’t know more than a couple or maybe three gents who ride in suits . . . and I believe one of the three might be dead though I don’t know that to be gospel.&nbsp; That reminds me . . . one I know is a circuit riding preacher who likes to try and save those locked up by the law . . . and of course the Judge and there’s a professional gambler that’s always suited up.&nbsp; I haven’t seen much gambling goin’ on here so I doubt he’d ride out this way on a whim. The judge sent me here so unless the marshal sent for him there’d be no reason for him to come down here. Did you see his face?&nbsp; Was that what had you thinking you knew him?&nbsp; It’s a small town and the marshal seems to be very vigilant so I suspect it shouldn’t be too hard to find out who he was if it’s in your craw to find out.”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 06:31:55</strong>
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				Irene smiled at Sam.&nbsp; Yeah, she mused, she had it bad for the lanky lawman. She sighed, shaking her head.&nbsp; "You stay put," she said, pointing at Sam as she pushed back from the table to barge into the kitchen.<br><br>Diners watched, some in surprise, a few horrified she'd dare to enter the men's domain, their kingdom.&nbsp; She glanced over her shoulder as the door swung shut.&nbsp; "O.K, Froggy...." she started and that was all the diners could hear.<br><br>Irene returned from the kitchen with a frothy pint of beer and set it before Sam.&nbsp; "I know Louis' secrets...one being an affinity for beer.&nbsp; He keeps it for himself, but with the proper pressure applied..."&nbsp; She smiled.<br><br>Louis appeared, a perfect rosy imprint of Irene's lips on his cheek, and served their dinner.&nbsp; He settled a frothy white napkin in Irene's lap.&nbsp; "For the shrew," he said, smiling and giving her jawline a caress with his forefinger.&nbsp; "And, the man lucky enough to win her," he added, knowing better than to reach for Sam's lap and handing him a napkin along with a pat on the shoulder.&nbsp; He left them to dine, both a little bemused.<br><br>Irene chuckled.&nbsp; "I only kissed his cheek," she said.&nbsp; "I think people may treat them differently.&nbsp; I don't.&nbsp; So, maybe they have a soft spot in their hearts for me...now, us."&nbsp; She lifted her wine glass to Sam.&nbsp; "To one of many dinners together, Mr. Markham."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 05:34:45</strong>
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				Sam saw her smile at him in the most wonderful way, so he was a bit confused when she got up from the table and ordered him to stay seated before she buzzed off toward the kitchen.&nbsp; He shrugged to himself and to those who were seeming to be surprised as they watched her.&nbsp; He grinned to himself as he wondered what she was up to.&nbsp; He spoke quietly to himself as he ate a bite of the excellent bread that was in the basket on the table.&nbsp; “God but I love you Irene Markham . . . I truly do.”<br><br>He started to rise out of his chair as she came whirling back.&nbsp; She was in her chair before he was half out of his so he just sat down again.&nbsp; His smile broadened into a wide grin as Irene set a pint of beer in front of him.<br><br>“Thanks darlin.&nbsp; &nbsp;How the heck did you manage this? ”&nbsp; Sam took a shallow pull on the malty elixir and licked his lips.&nbsp; He winked at her in as devilish a manner as he could muster.&nbsp; “No one got hurt did they?”<br><br>He chuckled as if cued Louis brought their food.&nbsp; He was grinning like a fool with evidence of Irene’s lips on his cheek.&nbsp; He watched and smiled as Louis set a napkin in her lap.&nbsp; Sam raised the glass of beer and thanked Louis as the man patted Sam on the shoulder and handed him his napkin.<br><br>Sam laughed at Irene's admission and clinked his raised pint with Irene’s&nbsp; wine glass as she toasted their future.<br><br>“Yeah Darlin’ . . . amen to that . . . many more dinners together and mornings waking each other.”<br><br>Sam winked at her but couldn’t speak any more as his throat had tightened up on him.&nbsp; He took a sip of his beer as he tried to relieve the tightness in his throat.&nbsp; He’d never felt so blessed, happy, and hopeful about his future as he felt in that moment. With his voice back he tried to sluff it off.&nbsp; He knew it was silly with her.&nbsp; Sam had a feeling that she’d probably see through but he had a persona to preserve.<br><br>“Thanks Irene for this beer . . . I guess I was feelin’ a bit parched.”<br><br>He blushed a little as he turned his attention to the wonderfully fragrant food.<br><br>“This smells wonderful baby . . . thanks for the heads up.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 17:02:16</strong>
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				Irene's fork was half way to her mouth when Sam thanked her.&nbsp; She gave a bawdy smile, chewed and swallowed and then, eyes dancing mischievously, looked pointedly to his lap.&nbsp; "YOu must admit, Mr. Markham, that I do give good head..'s-up." she said, dividing the word for a beat, a grin tugging at her mouth.<br><br>She took another sip of wine, seeming to consider things.&nbsp; "I think we'll have many, many good nights followed by mornings even better, Sam.&nbsp; I just feel it.&nbsp; I don't know what you've done to me..."&nbsp; She chuckled low.&nbsp; "Well, I know what you've done...&nbsp; But, I mean you've affected me since we met.&nbsp; I thought I needed a nice, quiet farmer and I guess I really wanted a strong, gentle man."&nbsp; She sighed.&nbsp; "Funny what our brains don't know that our hearts just do..."&nbsp; She reached a foot under the table to rub the side of Sam's leg.&nbsp; "Damned lucky day when you settled at my bar," she said, growing serious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>26-12-2011, 19:11:58</strong>
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				Sam had just taken the fork-full of his pot pie into his mouth when Irene alluded to the wonderful blow job she’d awakened him with that morning.&nbsp; He nearly choked on his food as he struggled to keep from spewing it in her direction. Her grin was devilish as he regained control of his breathing and carefully swallowed the food.<br><br>Sam cleared his throat before responding. “Why yes Misses Markham. You’re right about that.&nbsp; You do give me great head . . . s up.”<br><br>Sam gulped down some beer to clear his throat of any left behind food.&nbsp; He smiled as he put the glass on the table, and listened to her talk about them.&nbsp; A flood of warmth traveled up his leg from her foot rubbing against it.&nbsp; It spread across his groin and up into his belly and chest.<br><br>“Mmm . . . you done the same to me Darlin . . . with that saucy manner of yours in your bar.&nbsp; I wanted to know you . . . to have you.”&nbsp; His voice was low as he leaned forward.&nbsp; He was equally as serious as Irene had become.&nbsp; “Once I got my wish and got to know you . . . you had me darlin . . . for good and bad.&nbsp; You swept me off my feet Irene.&nbsp; I was a goner once we had that first bath.&nbsp; You were such a lovely woman with me Irene . . . and the more time we’ve had together . . . the more lovely I know you are.&nbsp; I can’t imagine not being with you honey . . . my heart and my head are together on that Irene.”<br><br>Sam gently squeezed her hand as he stretched his leg out toward her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 09:38:17</strong>
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				After their meal, Irene felt restless.&nbsp; She felt like she was being watched and not by Sam, not in a good way.&nbsp; HOwever, no one seemed to be paying her any more attention than ever.&nbsp; <br><br>Being a bossy woman, Irene hauled Sam out of the restaurant and back up the hill towards the Saloon, skirting it to head to the stables.&nbsp; <br><br>"I feel..." she didn't know how to describe the aggitated feeling that had come over her.&nbsp; "I feel like we need to get away a bit," she said, moving past Diablo's stall to the stall of a white horse with small liver colored spots over his entire body.&nbsp; She slid a bridle onto the horse and used a mounting block to climb up and sit bareback.&nbsp; She always hated the proper skirt for sidesaddle and, if she wasn't wearing the damned skirt, she may as well go whole heathen and ride astride.<br><br>When Sam was ready, Irene nodded and sent her mount into a trot out of town.<br><br>((we should probably move to the other room...since I've fucked up our location for a while, here))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>31-12-2011, 07:55:41</strong>
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				Sam had watched her become a bit more fidgety as they went through their meal.&nbsp; He wondered what had gotten her worked up but let it go.&nbsp; He figured if something was bothering her she’d soon tell him what it was.&nbsp; When they were done with their meal it was clear to him that Irene wanted to leave so he paid their check and walked out into the street behind her.&nbsp; She led him to the stables behind the saloon.&nbsp; She gave him a vague explanation and wandered into the stable.<br><br>He gave the man there a small gold piece and motioned him away as Irene walked back into the last stall and began bridling a white dappled horse.&nbsp; Sam followed her lead and went to Diablo’s stall.&nbsp; He said hello as Diablo nodded his head and snorted at his rider.&nbsp; Sam stroked the blaze on the horse’s forehead and trailed his hand over Diablo’s flank.&nbsp; He was happy to see that his horse had been well cared for.&nbsp; He whispered in the horse’s cocked ear, “Missed you buddy . . . but now it looks like we’re going for a ride.”<br><br>Sam quickly saddled him up and led him out into the sun.&nbsp; He swung himself up into the saddle and trotted Diablo after Irene as she seemed to be leading them out of town.&nbsp; He gave Diablo a ‘cluck’ and a nudge with the stirrups and the big horse easily moved up beside Irene and her horse.&nbsp; They trotted along leisurely without anything being said.&nbsp; Once they were well clear of the town Sam looked over at her.&nbsp; They’d not spoken since she told him that she needed to get away from town for a bit.&nbsp; He’d been fine with that . . . and with going along with her need, but now as they were out away from an earshot of anyone he wanted to satisfy his concern for her and his curiosity too.<br><br>He spoke as they rode along, “Darlin? . . . Irene?. . . Are you okay baby?&nbsp; You seemed a bit spooked by something back there.&nbsp; You wanna tell me what’s goin’ on? Where we’re goin’?”<br><br>[OOC: How about you take us where we should be with your next post.&nbsp; Do we want to move any of these others into town? Though I doubt that anyone cares much.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 06:28:48</strong>
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				Once away from town, alone with Sam, Irene felt the tension ease.&nbsp; The good thing was that she felt better. The bad thing was that it would seem that her discomfort was real, caused by something in town.&nbsp; <br><br>"I felt like there were too many prying eyes, Sam.&nbsp; Not friends, either.&nbsp; Something just not right about it.&nbsp; But, I feel better now."&nbsp; She looked around, not having left the town for quite some time.&nbsp; Where was that place the Marshall had spoken of?&nbsp; She'd barely paid attention to the name...<br><br>"Sometimes, it's good not to be looked at," she said, swinging her legs freely as they walked their mounts out to the open land.<br><br>After a while, Irene slowed her horse to a halt.&nbsp; "Sam, you know what?&nbsp; I miss trees.&nbsp; And, mountains.&nbsp; Trees are such comforting things; signs of life.&nbsp; These prickly cacti are not nearly as good."&nbsp; She looked over at him.&nbsp; "Do you want to do anything in particular since were out here?" she asked.&nbsp; "Maybe some work...?"&nbsp; She smiled, teasing him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 08:15:48</strong>
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				It was a nice quiet ride.&nbsp; He was glad that no one was being chased . . . or chasing them.&nbsp; It was pretty flat land for quite aways until the foothills which made it harder to be ambushed.&nbsp; It was dry too so fast moving riders would send up a plume of dust trailing behind them.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene seemed more at peace than when they’d left the cantina.&nbsp; Sam still was not very clear what had caused her uneasiness but he trusted her instincts.&nbsp; He grinned at here admission as they paused for a spell.<br><br>“Well Darlin we surely both pick a rough country to settle in.&nbsp; I have no fondness for the scruffy desert and its hard plants and critters.&nbsp; Up in the north it’s more like you described baby.&nbsp; We’re new you know . . . like kinda reborn since we’ve tied the knot.&nbsp; We can go anywhere we have a mind too.&nbsp; Whatever debts you may owe . . . hell I must owe something . . . we’ve got it covered so we’ll be free and clear.&nbsp; I just have to let the Judge know and we’ll be free to ride off to wherever suits you.”<br><br>Sam chuckled and shook his head at her tease about working.&nbsp; He took off his hat and wiped his sleeve across his damp brow and pulled out his kerchief and ran it over the band inside his hat.<br><br>“We could move away from the heat too.&nbsp; I’d not mind that at all.”&nbsp; <br><br>He put his hat back on and stood in his stirrups and looked around to get his bearings.<br><br>“Where’s your ranch from here honey? .&nbsp; I’d like to give it a little look-see.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 03:11:26</strong>
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				Irene used the shoulder of her blouse to catch the sweat on her face as Sam used his sleeve.&nbsp; She looked around and wondered for the first time why she'd stayed.&nbsp; Why hadn't she, a proper widow, just moved on?&nbsp; What little she'd had to sell had been sold and the money had sat in a sock in her drawer forever, now...&nbsp; Irene pivoted the horse around to look at the scenery.&nbsp; Dead.&nbsp; That's all it looked to her.&nbsp; There was no color at midday except the reddish dirt and the nearly white sky.&nbsp; The cactus took on a sort of gray look in the glare, all their spines catching the light.&nbsp; <br><br>"What in hell am I doing here?" she muttered.<br><br>"Sam.&nbsp; You have a marvelous plan.&nbsp; Lets go north.&nbsp; Up to the Sierra Nevadas...I don't care about silver or gold.&nbsp; But, any place that harbors hardworking men will need supplies and even a lawman or two," she said, moving her horse closer to Diablo, watching his ears for signs of agitation at the strange horse's nearness.<br><br>"It snows there.&nbsp; I used to live where it snowed.&nbsp; It was a mess when it melted, but it sure was pretty until the mud."&nbsp; She imagined making snow angels with her daughter, snowball fights with Sam, a cozy cabin with a big hearth where they all gathered at dark...It was all possible, now.<br><br>"Hmm?" she asked in response to Sam's question, having been a few hundred miles away.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; TIm's place, you mean?"&nbsp; She glanced around, shading her eyes to use the horizon as a navigation tool.&nbsp; "It's that way," she pointed.&nbsp; <br><br>The ground sloped towards an arroyo with flat baked clay hinting at the water that could wash into the depression.&nbsp; Beyond the arroyo was a softer hill and beyond that was a sign of water; a line of trees.<br><br>"It isn't on the river, but back about a mile or so.&nbsp; The well was good; good water and we never ran out," she said, sighing.&nbsp; "You really want to go there?&nbsp; I can't imagine learning anything from the owners."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>09-01-2012, 07:54:56</strong>
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				Sam smiled at her as Irene as she reminisced about her earlier life where it snowed.&nbsp; She looked happy and content as she spoke of it.&nbsp; He was set to get her back to somewhere like what she remembered and away from this place that had so many hard qualities to her life here and painful memories for her.&nbsp; Besides, she’d gotten him thinking about how much he missed the green of the plains and the East.&nbsp; He’d migrated from there to the Texas territory after the war having joined the Texas rangers after a stint with the U.S. Marshal’s service.&nbsp; It had been the money and the fact that he’d never been to that part of the country which had appealed to him.&nbsp; Now with a wife and thinking about retiring from law enforcement, and having a family . . . moving away from the desert had some appeal to it.<br><br>“I know you think of it as Tim’s place . . . but Darlin’ I’ve got it in my head that it should be your place as his widow.&nbsp; Then you can decide what’s to be done with the place.&nbsp; But I’d like to see it with my own eyes . . . maybe it will help me conjure up a motive for why they killed him and how that is connected to who’s living there now.&nbsp; Something seems awfully fishy to me about the whole thing . . . considering how it was the family homestead for all those years before it went to him and then conveniently there was enough debt liened against it that required it all to be sold and not just a parcel here and there.”<br><br>He looked off to where she had pointed.&nbsp; There was some green out in that direction which in the territory they were in was a sure sign of water.&nbsp; He wondered for a moment if the water was what it had been about.<br><br>“Irene . . . once we get this settled for you . . . let’s give some serious thought to moving away from here.&nbsp; If we’re going to have young uns, I think I’d like ‘em to grow up somewhere more hospitable to them.”<br><br>He clucked to Diablo and pulled on the reins in the direction of Irene’s ranch and the big horse set off at a walk in that direction.&nbsp; As hot as it was Sam saw no need to push the horse for some unnecessary speed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>12-01-2012, 07:38:21</strong>
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				Irene and the grey fell in line with Sam and Diablo as they headed off towards the O'Rourke place.&nbsp; She tried to recall the name Tim had called it when she'd first arrived.&nbsp; She'd thought naming such a ramshackle place was rather pretentious and, unfortunately, it had shown on her face as amusement.<br><br>"He called it Artesia.&nbsp; Tim did.&nbsp; Called the ranch that.&nbsp; The house was sturdy, mud brick and tile roof, but it wasn't a whole lot to look at."&nbsp; She glanced around and sighed.&nbsp; "Of course, I'm partial to cozy rooms with big windows....you know, like the Saguaro..."&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; "Anyhow, I learned what that means, and it's not accurate.&nbsp; Not exactly.&nbsp; But, the well does seem to be everlasting."<br><br>She gave the horse a squeeze and he extended his stride to walk abreast of Diablo.&nbsp; "Sam, as to that family...&nbsp; I don't know if it's reasonable of me to say anything or think this so soon...but, things are different.&nbsp; I think we might be having a baby sooner rather than later."&nbsp; She stared at him, gauging his reaction in his expression.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 06:40:50</strong>
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				Sam listened to Irene talk about her husband’s place as she trailed behind him as they rode leisurely in its direction.&nbsp; Her description of the place left him with an impression that seemed out of line with what he’d expected. If Tim’s ancestral family had been given the ranch as a land grant by the Spanish royalty, he’d assumed that they would have had some serious influence with the royal court.&nbsp; It struck Sam that overtime the family would have done all they could to preserve that status and build on it to build upon what they had.&nbsp; It seemed like the place Irene was describing hadn’t been kept up to the standard of the family’s heritage.&nbsp; Perhaps they had fallen on hard times and had lived beyond their means.&nbsp; Sam knew that the feeling that he had came from the fact that he didn’t know everything he needed to in order to help Irene sort it out.&nbsp; Sam doubted that Irene knew it all either.&nbsp; It bothered him that she’d not had anything of value when her husband had been killed.&nbsp; Without knowing any more than he did, he was sure that there was something very fishy about how the ranch had been lost.<br><br>Sam looked over and smiled at Irene as she rode up beside him.&nbsp; She looked beautiful in the saddle.<br><br>“We’ll have to get you a place with big windows and scenery worthy of gazin’ at Darlin . . . and a horse like that grey for you.”<br><br>He looked back at her as she started talking, His eyes moved back and forth between her and the trail they were on.&nbsp; When she mentioned the baby, he pulled up hard on the reins to bring Diablo to a quick halt and he quickly reached over and grabbed the reins to her horse as well.&nbsp; When the horses had finally settled, Sam and Irene and their horses were side by side facing in opposite directions.<br><br>Sam reached over and covered her hand with his own and looked at her with a feeling of wonderment filling his thoughts.<br><br>“You said maybe yesterday honey . . . but now you’re feeling sure on it?&nbsp; Oh my god Irene.&nbsp; What the hell are we doing out here in this god forsaken desert and god awful heat?&nbsp; I know you’re not one to be pampered but damn it Irene . . . let’s give up on this fool’s errand for now and get back to your room.&nbsp; I know you’re a strong woman . . . but please Irene . . . let’s go back and take care of you . . .&nbsp; and us and start to get things in serious order.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>14-01-2012, 06:19:59</strong>
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				Irene rolled her eyes and shook her head.&nbsp; "I suppose, if I'd said something sooner, you wouldn't have let me ride at all?"&nbsp; *riding bareback, by the way*&nbsp; "I don't know anything for certain, Sam.&nbsp; I figure going on as normal is the sanest thing to do.&nbsp; If you don't want to ride out to the ranch, that's fine.&nbsp; I don't think there are any answers there.&nbsp; I mean, it's not like Tim grew up there, or there might be a hidden chest with information and gold.&nbsp; And, I'm pretty sure his daddy came by the land through a card game."&nbsp; She smiled then.&nbsp; "And, Tim wasn't any good at cards.&nbsp; I beat him regular and he hated it something fierce."<br><br>She gave Sam's serious countenance a good look and shook her head.&nbsp; "Men.&nbsp; Soon's you can't do anything you start giving orders."&nbsp; But, she smiled as she said it and covered his hand with her free hand.&nbsp; "Nature is master, Sam.&nbsp; Or, mistress.&nbsp; Being as it's called 'Mother Nature.'&nbsp; What is meant to be will be, I've lived by that and I'm beginning to trust it, now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>15-01-2012, 06:30:40</strong>
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				Sam laughed at her as she made a face and reminded how sturdy she was.&nbsp; &nbsp;What she said about the ranch surprised him though.&nbsp; Somehow he’d gotten the idea . . . apparently falsely. That it was a family birthright.&nbsp; He pondered that information and he nodded and rubbed his chin with his gloved hand.&nbsp; That brought other possible scenarios to mind . . . and motive.<br><br>“I know how sturdy you are Darlin . . . I ain’t questioning that at all. Dang nab it.&nbsp; Listen I’ve never been in love . . . not like this anyway . . . and I dang sure have never got married . . . so pardon me if I want to take care of you some.&nbsp; Since the heats not bothering you . . . apparently, and you’ll only give me a piece of grief later anyway if I’m not workin’ . . . let’s ride on.&nbsp; Only I’ve an idea I’d like to check out.&nbsp; We can do it from a distance through my scope.&nbsp; It won’t take long I figure.&nbsp; Is there a vantage point a bit higher where we might see the place from a vantage point above this god awful desert?”<br><br>He stood in his stirrups and surveyed the horizon as he spoke to her.&nbsp; Sam was looking for higher ground closer to them than the ranch was.&nbsp; He sat in his saddle and took up his canteen took a couple swallows of the tepid water, wiped the spout with his hand when he was done and handed it across to her.<br><br>“Pregnant or not Irene . . . this desert heat can suck the moisture right out of you.&nbsp; It doesn’t taste bad, but it’s a might warm.”<br><br>He watched her and grinned.&nbsp; He surely had his hands full with his bride, and he was just fine with that.&nbsp; God but he surely had it bad for her.&nbsp; He lifted his hat from his head and wiped his forehead again with his sleeve and the inside band of the hat with his bandana.<br><br>“Now don’t take offense honey . . . but you wanna wear my hat for a spell?&nbsp; It’ll keep the sun out of your eyes and off your beautiful face.”&nbsp; He chuckled.&nbsp; “Besides it ain’t likely that we’ll come upon anyone else out here.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>15-01-2012, 07:51:15</strong>
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				Irene grinned, accepting the water and the mild scold that Sam doled out.&nbsp; She sipped and then capped the canteen and handed it back.&nbsp; <br><br>"Keep your hat.&nbsp; Your head's bigger than mine and I'd lose it.&nbsp; Besides, I'm acclimated, Mr. Greenhorn." <br><br>After thinking a moment, pondering the direction of the sun and the best view, she jerked her chin to one of the mesas and turned her horse in the direction.&nbsp; "We can go up and ride onto the mesa, there, and look down on the house.&nbsp; D'you want to share what you think you might see, or just wait until we're there; maybe your slow bride can catch up at that point?" she asked, turning her head to talk over her shoulder to Sam.&nbsp; Her freckled horse was steady and agile, placing his hooves instead of stumbling over rocks as some did.&nbsp; She gave the animal's neck a pat and promised him a good dinner and water soon.<br><br>"On the backside of the mesa, the river has a little tributary that will be dry now.&nbsp; But, not too far down we should be able to get a little water for Diablo and Freckles, here," she said, swaying with the movement of her horse, thoroughly enjoying the day, so far.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 07:39:56</strong>
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				Sam snorted at Irene’s jab at him that he was a greenhorn.&nbsp; He shook his head as he listened to her idea of where they could get a good view of the ranch.&nbsp; He grinned back when she tried to get out of him what he was thinking about the ranch.<br><br>Sam chuckled, “Nah . . . I think it will be better if my lovely, bright wife helps me sort out my theory once she’s taken a gander at it.&nbsp; Maybe there’s enough water for my lovely wife and I to take a refreshing dip while Diablo and Freckles? Get refreshed . . . hmm?”<br><br>Diablo fell in behind Irene on Freckles.&nbsp; Sam watched her move so fluidly with the grey horse.&nbsp; She rode beautifully and seemed to be enjoying it.&nbsp; They stayed in line all the way to the mesa as the track they were on was narrow and winding.&nbsp; After an hour or so they were atop the mesa. The terrain opened up and Sam nudged Diablo up beside Irene’s grey. They rode in the direction Irene indicated.&nbsp; Sam halted them back from the edge which overlooked the ranch below.&nbsp; He took his sniper scope from his saddle bag and dismounted. He walked forward with Irene until they found an out cropping to settle behind and have a full view of the ranch.<br><br>“Darlin . . . take a look through here and just give me your impressions.”&nbsp; <br><br>Sam removed the lense covers and handed the scope to Irene.<br><br>“Just tell me what you see and how things seem based upon the last time you were there.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 07:45:50</strong>
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				Irene took the scope.&nbsp; The the reins looped over her arm, she sighted through the lens and moved her view from the house to the chicken coop, the horse pen to the stock pen where they would brand and examine the animals.&nbsp; <br><br>"It looks the same...except they've got cattle and chickens.&nbsp; Tim's all died."<br><br>Irene handed the scope back to Sam.&nbsp; "NOthing is glaringly new or different...not to me, at least."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 03:00:21</strong>
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				Sam stood with his feet apart and his hands on his hips as he watched her survey the scene below. He anxiously awaited Irene’s observations.&nbsp; It was a toss up he knew regarding his recent theory but he was hoping for an easy break. He muttered an oath as he listened to her observations which didn’t support his most recent theory.&nbsp; <br><br>“Dang it Darlin’ . . . I’m sorry.&nbsp; I thought maybe I’d sorted it out but it doesn’t seem so.”<br><br>He took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow with his shirt sleeve and then slapped his hat against his leg in frustration.&nbsp; Sam shook his head sheepishly and then wiped the inner band of his hat with his bandanna as he kicked up some dust with his boot.<br><br>“I hate standing out here in the sun . . . when it’s so damn hot.&nbsp; Let me take a quick look before we water the horses.”<br><br>Sam knelt and scanned what he could see.&nbsp; There wasn’t anything that raised his interest.&nbsp; What activity he saw looked perfectly normal for a working ranch.&nbsp; The house and out buildings looked to him to be much as Irene had described them.&nbsp; Sam turned back to his wife and shrugged as he walked back toward her.<br><br>“I guess we’re done here.” Sam muttered in a disheartened tone as he remounted Diablo.&nbsp; “Where’s that watering spot from here Irene?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 05:48:53</strong>
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				Irene chuckled.&nbsp; "I don't know what you thought you might see...or that I might see.&nbsp; This was done years ago, Sam.&nbsp; It's buried with Tim.&nbsp; And--well, that's fine with me."&nbsp; She maneuvered Freckles into a position by a rock and jumped to lay across his back, swinging one leg over while pivoting on her hips.&nbsp; She fought her skirt into place and shifted about some to make things a bit more comfortable, then pointed to the dry creek.&nbsp; "Nothing up top, but you dig a bit and you'll hit groundwater.&nbsp; I wouldn't want to risk crossing someone else's land, maybe pissing them off."&nbsp; She smiled and neck-reined freckles about to turn back the way they'd come.<br><br>"And, once they have a sip, I'm thinking the saloon sounds good.&nbsp; &nbsp;When we leave here, we'll do so at night," she added.&nbsp; "And, none too soon."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 07:33:01</strong>
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				Sam nodded as he answered her.<br><br>“Yeah . . . I don’t know what I expected either.&nbsp; It was a longshot for sure.&nbsp; It would have been way too easy anyway I guess.&nbsp; I was pondering what you said about his family winning it in a card game or such.&nbsp; It occurred to me that that gave the original family a motive to want to get it back.&nbsp; I figured if the run-down condition you described had been addressed by the former prideful owners, it would give us something to look into.”<br><br>Sam slipped his scope back into his saddlebag and then swung himself up into the saddle. He patted the horse’s neck and clucked and Diablo turned and followed Irene’s horse back onto the homeward trail.<br><br>“Yep the saloon sounds like a good plan.”&nbsp; Sam grinned broadly at his wife as he enjoyed the view he had of her as she rode ahead of him.&nbsp; “Your room sounds even better Darlin.&nbsp; I’ve had enough desert for today...but not you.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 02:27:04</strong>
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				Irene slid about, turning to look at Sam.&nbsp; "Half-dead from heat prostration and you think of sex?"&nbsp; She grinned.&nbsp; "Men are just made different."&nbsp; She wrinkled her nose at him.&nbsp; "I'm thinking about a cool cloth, running some tepid water over my body until I get goosebumps and shiver and long for the heat.&nbsp; I'm thinking of lying on the bed unclothed...a damp rag across my throat and you're thinking of getting laid."<br><br>She faced forward once more, smiling to herself.&nbsp; Her talk had got her a littler hotter and ...sweatier... than she had been. Damned man, she thought.&nbsp; Starting things up way out here...&nbsp; She frowned, looking down at the gray's mane.&nbsp; Well, now, she was the one to do the imagining...&nbsp; Irene had to admit that she was as bad as Sam.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 08:17:26</strong>
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				Sam grinned broadly at her as she turned back to face him and told him of HER desires.&nbsp; He could picture her in exactly the scenarios she described but it only made him want her all the more.&nbsp; Her gorgeous body naked and spread out on the bed with her nipples hard from the cool water . . . and then his attention to them was something only to long for.&nbsp; He nudged Diablo with a mere cluck of his tongue and the big horse strode easily up beside Freckles.<br><br>“You know with all your talk like that woman you’re only helping my cause and not your own.&nbsp; Darlin . . . I can’t picture a time or circumstance when I’m not going to want to get you laid.”<br><br>Sam smiled broadly and then laughed aloud.&nbsp; <br><br>“We have tub full of what I’m sure is coolish water by now.&nbsp; So you could simply sit in it to cool yourself off Irene . . . and then I’d be happy to warm you back up.&nbsp; I do love warming you up.”<br><br>He looked back in the direction of the ranch and shook his head in disappointment.&nbsp; He wanted so much to wrap things up for her and close that chapter for her so she could move on, but their little trip hadn’t yielded up anything they could use.&nbsp; An errant thought brought him out of his brief melancholy mood as he watched her ride beside him.<br><br>“You and Freckles look quite natural together Irene.&nbsp; Who’s he belong to?&nbsp; You suppose I might buy him for you . . . say as a wedding present?&nbsp; Whether we stay here or move on you’ll need a horse of your own.”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 17:28:26</strong>
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				She laughed with Sam, eyes sparkling.&nbsp; She looked over at him as he rode up on the big black.&nbsp; "Mind your manners, Mr. Markham.&nbsp; Or I'll make you live up to your threat right here in front of God and everyone."&nbsp; Then, knowing Sam's opinion on that, she glanced at the stony ground and hoped he wouldn't think she was well and truly serious.&nbsp; <br><br>His question drew her back to the present and she smiled.&nbsp; "Well, Freckles is one of those horses that got left behind by some bad card player who thought it best to leave in the night rather than settle his debts.&nbsp; I've been paying his bills--Freckles' bills, that is.&nbsp; So, he's partly mine.&nbsp; But, mostly belongs to the men that his owner lost to.&nbsp; I figure what they don't know won't hurt me," she added, grinning impishly.&nbsp; She patted the horse's shoulder.&nbsp; "I can ride just about anything, though, Sam."<br><br>She looked at her husband, winked and sent Freckles into a lope.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 06:08:39</strong>
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				Sam grinned broadly as he listened to his wife’s challenge and then watched her expression change as she quickly studied the terrain.<br><br>“Well Mrs. Markham . . . were we near some grassy spot instead of rocks and sand and god knows what else your challenge would have already been answered.”<br><br>He nodded as she told him about Freckles and how she’d been taking care of the horse.<br><br>“You know Irene . . . what you’ve done puts you in good position to keep the horse.&nbsp; The horse and you are good together and as you’ve paid for its upkeep I’d say it’s yours.&nbsp; Possession is nine tenths of the law in matters like these.&nbsp; If they squabble about it, I buy them off easily enough I’m certain.”<br><br>Sam tapped his badge and his holster.<br><br>“I’ve been known to be quite persuasive.”<br><br>Sam laughed aloud as she winked at him and set Freckles off in an easy gallop.&nbsp; He patted Diablo’s neck and whispered to the big black horse.<br><br>“You’re not going to let them take you are you fella?”<br><br>The big horse snorted and bobbed his head and with a clucking signal from his rider he was off after Irene and Freckles in a fast gallop.&nbsp; As Sam and his horse passed them, he dipped his hat at his wife and grinned devilishly.&nbsp; He slowed Diablo’s pace until Irene and Freckles caught up to them.<br><br>“Now where’s that water Irene? Let’s wager that the loser getting back from there buys the beer.&nbsp; I’ll give you a head start.”<br><br>He chuckled as he readied himself for her response which he’d fully anticipated with the words he’d chosen.&nbsp; Sam thought that she was even more beautiful when her blood was up.<br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 07:36:28</strong>
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				"I'm not running this horse in this heat, Sam Markham," Irene scolded.&nbsp; "And, we'll have to do a bit of digging for the water."&nbsp; She turned Freckles down to the creekbed.&nbsp; The horse was native enough to beging digging with a hoof, revealing mud below the dry gravel and sand.<br><br>Irene slid from his back and began digging in a lower spot, using the heel of her boot to kick a hole in the ground.&nbsp; She dropped to her knees and used her hands when the moist ground was revealed and soon there was a small bowl of water.&nbsp; She cupped it in her hands for Freckles, untying the kerchief from around her neck to press into the bowl, filtering the water some.&nbsp; She bent low and drank, then moved back to show Sam and let him get a drink.<br><br>Irene removed her kerchief and dug a little deeper, pressing her kerchief in to then gather water into her hands and let Diablo have a bit and Freckles a bit more.&nbsp; Done, she tied the damp kerchief around her neck, shivering slightly as some water trailed down her chest.&nbsp; <br><br>"Back to the brothel?" she asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 06:25:02</strong>
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				Sam feigned contriteness as Irene scolded him about racing the horses.<br><br>“Yes ma’am . . . but I never really intended that we race back . . . it was more an expression.” <br><br>Sam was smiling broadly as he swung down off of Diablo and stood watching her with pride.<br><br>“You are such a wonder Irene.&nbsp; I am totally impressed with all you know and how you are.&nbsp; I’m a very lucky man.”<br><br>Sam knelt beside her and watched her as she watered Freckles and then herself.&nbsp; He removed his gloves and dipped his cupped hands into the clear cool water.&nbsp; He drank his fill which seemed to cool him down from the inside out.&nbsp; He chuckled as some of the water leaked out of his hands and ran down over his shirt.<br><br>Sam leaned back on his haunches as Irene made the water hole a bit deeper and gave Diablo his fill with her cupped hands.&nbsp; With his eyes widening Sam watched as the water from her wet kerchief dampened her shirt.&nbsp; The shivers that shook her body as the water cooled her upper body had him remembering their earlier interaction.&nbsp; He looked around at the rough terrain and shook his head in disappointment.&nbsp; His want of her never seemed to ebb.&nbsp; With a sigh, Sam stood and removed his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt.&nbsp; With a couple quick swipes of his hat against his leg he shook the dust off his hat and trousers.<br><br>He chuckled, “You mean the saloon and your room?&nbsp; Yeah . . . let’s head back.”&nbsp; <br><br>Sam swung himself up into his saddle and took Diablo’s reins into his hand.<br><br>“Lead on Darlin. I’ll follow you until we’re back on the main trail.&nbsp; Do you know whose land we’re on?”<br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 06:18:10</strong>
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				Irene chuckld as the water dripped onto am's shirt.&nbsp; "Feels good, doesn't it?"&nbsp; She winked and then led Freckles to a little dip where she'd have an easier time mounting.&nbsp; She jumped up and swung her leg over Freckle's back as she lay across his withers.&nbsp; She grunted and sat up, adjusting her skirt for comfort and propriety.&nbsp; <br><br>"THis land?&nbsp; I don't.&nbsp; And, I don't really care.&nbsp; No fences, no livestock, all's good."&nbsp; She eased Freckles back around to head over the hill, down and around back to town.<br><br>Irene dismounted in the stableyard and then brushed him well.&nbsp; She walked him a bit, checking his chest for heat.&nbsp; He was warm, but not too warm.&nbsp; She put him into his stall and watched Sam as he dealt with Diablo.&nbsp; She stepped onto an overturned bucket and leaned on the top of the stall wall to watch Sam.<br><br>"Sam, I don't mean to be crude, but you are a fine-looking man and watching you run your hands over Diablo makes me wish I was him," she said.&nbsp; "I'll meet you in the room..."&nbsp; She smiled and stepped down from the bucket, walking back to the Saguaro.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 06:22:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam grinned and nodded his head as Irene winked at him as the water caused his flesh to get like goose flesh.&nbsp; The coolness felt good but the crawling feeling in his skin he could have done without.&nbsp; He swung up onto Diablo quite easily.&nbsp; With a small smile he watched his wife’s technique as she mounted Freckles.<br><br>Sam followed Irene as she and Freckles found their way back to the trail.&nbsp; As he listened to her answer about the land he wondered why land with water so obviously available would be unclaimed or unmarked.&nbsp; Water he thought would be the key to establishing a thriving ranch or homestead.<br><br>It seemed to Sam that it was an easier ride back to town. It was every bit as hot but he knew what was at the end of the trail unlike the ride out had been. Most of the way back he was picturing the scenario Irene had shared about what she wanted once they were back to her room.&nbsp; It was hard for him not to grin all the way back to the Saguaro.<br><br>When they made it back to the stables they both dismounted and brushed down the horses.&nbsp; Sam was tending to Diablo when he looked up and saw his wife looking over the stall wall and watching him.&nbsp; What she’d said to him was quite motivational.&nbsp; He stood smiling and watched Irene as she walked back to the Saguaro.&nbsp; There was something a little extra in the sway of her hips he thought as she headed toward the bar.<br><br>Sam scooped out some grain for his big horse and dumped it into a feed bucket.&nbsp; He quickly filled the water bucket and set it for Diablo’s easy access.&nbsp; As Diablo snuffled and dipped his head into the grain bucket Sam patted the horse’s neck and said goodbye.&nbsp; Sam strode toward the bar with quick long strides and was quickly inside.&nbsp; He looked about the place as was his habit before he climbed the stairs to her room.&nbsp; Sam took the stairs two at a time.&nbsp; At the top of the stairs he headed directly to her door.&nbsp; He knocked quietly before he entered.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 07:39:49</strong>
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				Irene ran up the stairs, never even looking towards the bar.&nbsp; She let herself into the room and closed the door behind her.&nbsp; She drew the lightwreight drapes over the window, frowning as they just hung in the still midday heat.&nbsp; She made a pass into the bath room to grab a cloth, dipping it into a bucket of water to then wash her face, neck, chest.&nbsp; She disrobed quickly and hung her clothes on the available hooks in the room.&nbsp; Irene rinsed her cloth and washed her feet, then hurried to the bedroom to leap to the center of the bed as Sam knocked on the door.<br><br>"Come in," she said with a laugh.&nbsp; Irene lay down on her stomach, wadding the bedding with her arms to rest her chin.&nbsp; <br><br>"I know you might be hungry..." she started.&nbsp; "But, I think we should start with an appetizer..." Irene said, one eyebrow quirking as she watched Sam enter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 06:24:07</strong>
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				Sam smiled as he stood at the door when his reality came home to him . . . they were married.&nbsp; He opened the door at her answer.&nbsp; He stood in awe just inside the door as he gazed upon Irene, beautifully naked and waiting for him lusciously lying on her belly . . . so very seductively.<br><br>With his right foot thrust backward he pushed the door closed behind him.&nbsp; His smile was wide and his eyes were bright with his love and want of her.&nbsp; As he walked toward her Sam discarded what he was wearing.&nbsp; His gun belt was laid on the table with his hat and vest.&nbsp; The shirt he wore was loosened at the collar and lifted up over his head and dropped behind him on the floor.&nbsp; When he reached her bed, he was in his trousers and boots.&nbsp; He leaned over the bed and kissed her firmly as his hand caressed and worshiped her body.<br><br>“I have a powerful hunger for you Darlin.&nbsp; Damn but you look so delicious as you are.”<br><br>Sam sat on the bed and wrestled his feet out of his boots. Dropping them on the floor and then he stood and stripped off the rest of what he was still wearing.<br><br>“Darlin you look so fresh and inviting . . . give me a minute or two to make myself fresh for you.”<br><br>He kissed her again and trailed kisses along her jaw to her neck and down over her back and bottom.&nbsp; She smelled so warm and inviting that he was tempted to taste her but his fortitude won out and his kisses covered the globe of her ass and then they trailed down over the backs of her thighs and her knees and then over her calves to her ankles.&nbsp; With light kisses he kissed the arch of each foot before he stood and gazed at her for a long moment.&nbsp; Sam’s member was showing his want of her when he quickly turned and dashed into the tub room.&nbsp; Having bathed in rivers and lakes, he thought nothing of stepping into the cool water in the tub and quickly rinsing some parts of his body and washing others with the bar of soap.&nbsp; Once done he quickly dried himself with a towel and strode quickly into her room.&nbsp; He rested beside her on the bed and he kissed her.&nbsp; His hand caressed her back and her ass before his fingers dipped between her legs to find her wetness.<br><br>“My darlin’ wife . . . I could just eat you up.”<br><br>He kissed her fully with his tongue seeking hers as his fingers drew her wetness out over her lovely folds.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 07:06:32</strong>
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				Sam's greeting left Irene breathing shallow and wanting more.&nbsp; She watched him cross to the bath room, dipping her head down to rest her cheek on the pile of blankets in her arms.&nbsp; She smiled, eyes dancing as she watched his backside shift as he walked.&nbsp; She moaned softly and then pressed her face fully into the blankets.&nbsp; Were you supposed to want your spouse so much, so often?&nbsp; If so, she'd certainly done it wrong the first time.&nbsp; Thank heaven for second chances, she mused, lifting her head at the sound of his footfalls returning.<br><br>Irene gasped as he touched her; he'd been closer than she thought.&nbsp; Her legs parted as his hand moved down her body.&nbsp; She sighed softly, rolling away from him so that she could then scoot close, kissing him back.&nbsp; "Sam..." she said his name and then words evaporated, her hand slipping down his side to draw him close, low, his thick manhood pressing into her.&nbsp; She wrapped her hand around him, caressing gently.&nbsp; The idea of him in her again made her mouth go dry.&nbsp; She swallowed roughly.&nbsp; She wanted to take him right then without any further ado.&nbsp; She reminded herself it wasn't all about her...<br><br>"Sam, why don't you just get comfortable..." she said, her voice low.&nbsp; <br><br>Irene pressed at Sam's shoulder to get him to lie back so that she might move down between his legs.&nbsp; She looked at him, smiling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 06:21:50</strong>
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				Besides the way she looked, and how obvious it was that she both liked and loved him, there was something in the way she said his name when she was hot and wanting him.&nbsp; It sent wonderfully warm shivers through his body.&nbsp; He’d never known anything like it or anyone like her.&nbsp; She had become quite precious to him, and he knew that it might grate on her if he got all protective of her.&nbsp; She’d given him some not too subtle hints on that already.&nbsp; But Sam’s nature was to guard those things that were valuable to him.&nbsp; While Irene was not a thing, she had in their short time become the most important part of his life.&nbsp; He knew he’d kill for her if it came to that.&nbsp; He was quickly brought back to their reality when the perfume of her arousal filled his nostrils. His fingers were in her sex which was very hot and wet.&nbsp; As his fingers caressed and teased her to&nbsp; arousal even more his cock twitched against her leg.&nbsp; He was prepared to take her just as she was but Irene had apparently another plan.<br><br><br>Her voice was low and sultry as she spoke and his body shivered again from hearing the passion that was in it.&nbsp; When Irene pushed him over onto his back, his first inclination was to recoil back into his original position. However, the way she was stroking and squeezing his cock, and the lustful expression on her face as she parted his legs and settled between them had him settle back onto the bed. <br><br>Her breath was warm and moist on him . . . almost hot.&nbsp; He grinned sheepishly at her as he propped himself on both elbows to watch her. His cock seemed to swell in her hand and its head was wet with his precum as his hips rocked his cock in her hand as it if was inside her.&nbsp; Sam groaned as he watched Irene move her hand up and down around his aching erection.&nbsp; His body arched as a hard spasm rolled through his body.&nbsp; The way Irene was poised made his groin tighten in anticipation of what he hoped was next.<br><br>“Oh god Darlin’ you’re trying to drive me insane aren’t you.&nbsp; Oh baby I want you so fucking bad.”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 10:19:09</strong>
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				A low, guttural sound erupted from her throat as she dove onto his cock, taking him deep into her throat.&nbsp; Her lips closed around him and she could taste his flavor, swallowing roughly as she sucked him deeper.&nbsp; Pulling back, she let her fingers play over his sack as she took him back into her mouth.&nbsp; She rode his cock with her mouth as her pussy so desired to do.&nbsp; She moaned around his cock, sucking with more fervor than style.<br><br>Shifting her position, she released his cock from her mouth to rub her hand along the wet shaft, her mouth trailing down so that her tongue might play with him lower, gliding around the skin-encased balls, one at a time, lower and then back up to swirl around him once more.&nbsp; Lips sucked and teeth nipped as she moved up and down the shaft, her lips following her hand as it moved slowly up and down, wiping the natural lubricant that seeped form the tip down the shaft.&nbsp; Irene glanced up to see that Sam wasn't in an arguing mood anymore and she took him back into her mouth, her hand now following her movements as she sucked him in and pulled back.<br><br>"mmmmm"&nbsp; she sighed.&nbsp; Words, at the moment, were not an option.&nbsp; She moved more quickly, her hips grinding her into the bed, the blankets tickling her swollen clit as she moved, causing her to part her legs and suck Sam more ardently, her whole body sliding up and down in her efforts to please him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 06:09:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam groaned as he watched her inhale his cock into her mouth. At first her eagerness and fervor were as arousing as anything her beautiful mouth was doing to him. As mesmerizing as it was to watch her go down on him, once she began fucking him in earnest with her mouth, the sensations of her mouth on him were incredibly arousing.&nbsp; Finally Sam had to collapse back on the bed as she shifted her addition to his balls. <br><br>Sam was glad he’d bathed as he felt Irene nearly devour him with her mouth.&nbsp; While the cooling effect was now gone, he was glad he’d cleaned himself for her. His whole body was flushed with the heat of arousal and sweat was beginning to make his skin glisten. Sam groaned as his bride worked him toward a desperate need for release.<br><br>His hips were straining upward as her mouth took him into her mouth and her tongue and hands made him squirm against her efforts.&nbsp; Her murmuring noises and her movements against the bed had his focus shifting from his pleasure and his desire to pleasure her as well.&nbsp; Sam leaned his upper body to a sitting position braced in that position with a straight arm braced behind him. His free hand stroked her cheek and then combed back through her hair as her head bobbed up and down on his rigid member. <br><br>“Oh Jesus baby . . . oh god you’ve got me there honey . . . oh so close.”&nbsp; His voice left him and a low deep growl left his mouth.&nbsp; Watching Irene sucking on him so earnestly as she rubbed herself against the bedding had Sam ready to cum.&nbsp; His hips lifted his ass off the bed which pushed his cock in against the roof of her mouth as his belly tightened and then spasmed.&nbsp; As his upper body arched and shook, Sam came against her lips in a most powerful release.<br><br>“Ohhhhh Irene . . . you have to let me take you there too, Darlin.&nbsp; Oh baby . . . ”<br><br>Sam managed to hug her and draw her to him as he lay back on the bed with her atop him.&nbsp; He kissed her deeply as his body continued to sporadically tremble under her.&nbsp; It was a unique experience tasting himself on and in her mouth.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 06:40:50</strong>
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				Irene and Sam were so perfectly suited to each other.&nbsp; She couldn't imagine a better man than him and she so loved pleasuring him she grew damp, writhing on the bed as she took him deeply into her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam's sudden eruption caught her off-guard.&nbsp; She swallowed quickly, gasping for air as he came strongly.&nbsp; She squealed as he shifted her, pulling her onto him and kissing her.&nbsp; She backed off a bit to look at him, laughing.&nbsp; "I take it you enjoyed that?"&nbsp; She kissed him once more, pressing her body onto his, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles against her skin.&nbsp; The heat of the day was nothing compared to the heat they were generating.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 06:54:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Irene’s laugh was so real and sweet that it moved him.&nbsp; Sam knew that she’d had much in her life to be cynical about.&nbsp; So did he for that matter.&nbsp; But when they were together it felt like that they’d been mostly healed.&nbsp; He laughed with her but there was a needy edge to it.&nbsp; He needed to pleasure her as well as she’d done him.&nbsp; He didn’t see it as a contest . . . just as an honor . . . and it fit well into his philosophy of reciprocity.&nbsp; He especially enjoyed giving her as good as he got.<br><br>Her hot toned body felt incredibly good against him as she lay in his arms.&nbsp; Her mouth had some dribbles of his cum still in its corners.&nbsp; He stroked them away with his thumb and wiped it off on the bed.&nbsp; Her breasts seemed fuller to him and her nipples were full and standing proud.&nbsp; His hand covered her breast and then drew lazy circles around its nipple with his fingertip. Its dark circle crinkled up in the most erotic way. Then his hand drifted down over her belly.&nbsp; He grinned as he felt just a hin of pubic stubble.&nbsp; That he knew was his fault.&nbsp; He’d not allowed her much private time since she’d first brought him up to her room.&nbsp; His fingers found her sodden gash and Sam trailed his fingers around her swollen lips.<br><br>Sam groaned as his fingers opened her slit and found her inner folds slick and wet.&nbsp; God but he loved how she got wet for him.&nbsp; Sam teased her clit until it was full and hard. He liked how her body responded to his touch.&nbsp; With a deep throaty groan in appreciation of her lovely body his finger found her opening.&nbsp; His finger entered her slowly as his mouth kissed her hard.&nbsp; Slowly he fucked her with his finger.&nbsp; Irene’s pussy was wonderfully responsive to him and soon Sam had managed to slip a second finger inside her.&nbsp; He pumped them in and out of her rather quietly as his tongue played in her mouth.&nbsp; Irene’s body squeezed and pulsed around his fingers and her breathing seemed to get harder and hoarser.<br><br>“Baby . . . I want my mouth down there on you.&nbsp; I need to taste you Irene.”<br><br>Sam shifted his body until he was no longer under her and her head was resting back against the pillows that had been piled against the head of the bed.&nbsp; He kissed her eagerly as his hand caressed her breasts.&nbsp; Then quietly he drew his mouth down over her hot, damp, salty skin.&nbsp; He didn’t linger over any single spot.&nbsp; He’d save that for later.&nbsp; Instead he moved straight down over her midline the rise of her pubis from her belly.&nbsp; He looked up at her as he spread her parted legs wider and settled between them by lying on his belly with his elbows resting on the bed and against her inner thighs. Sam’s fingers explored her wet pussy. He caressed her folds, and then re-entering her with his fingers.&nbsp; As his fingers moved in and out of her clenching pussy, his tongue found her hard clit.&nbsp; His tongue slathered it with broad licking strokes, then the tip of his tongue encircled it and then flicked rapidly over it.&nbsp; Sam moaned into her sex as he suckled her pussy, tugging on her labia with his mouth and then sucking on her nub just she’d sucked on his cock.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 06:41:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It came quickly and was over in a flash.&nbsp; Irene enjoyed her climax, but questioned it's rapidity.&nbsp; She felt the sensation change from pleasure to a tickle and began to writhe, laughing against her will.&nbsp; She dug her heels into the bed and backed away from Sam, laughing.<br><br>"No...nonono..."&nbsp; She grabbed Sam by his hair and tugged him up towards her.&nbsp; "It really tickles..."<br><br>Sighing, she lay back, crooking a finger at Sam.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 00:37:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam followed her unspoken direction and slid up over her.&nbsp; Her laughter and giggles were infectious for him so it took an inordinate amount of self-control to maintain his composure and to feign indignation.<br><br>“Darlin . . . it’s been sometime since a woman has laughed and pushed herself away from me whilst I’m trying to give her pleasure . . . ”<br><br>He kissed her hard with a wickedly probing tongue.&nbsp; His cock was hard again and throbbing with an intense need to cum in her wet heat.&nbsp; Sam had made up his mind to cum in her until she’d separated herself from him.&nbsp; Her crooked finger gave him hope that he’d still accomplish his goal.&nbsp; Sam was very big on accomplishing whatever he set out on.&nbsp; He’d heard of women getting so turned on that their pussies were too sensitive to continue.<br><br>In a devilish mood Sam rocked his hips in just such a way that the head of his cock nestled in her gash.&nbsp; She was incredibly warm and wet against his cock.&nbsp; Using the last of his self-control Sam refrained from following his body’s natural inclination to enter her.&nbsp; He broke the kiss and looked down at her.&nbsp; He sighed aloud as their eyes met in a long gaze.&nbsp; Irene’s were beautiful and he nearly got lost in them.<br><br>“Baby . . . am I tickling you now? Cause . . . Darlin’ getting you ticklish has got me aching to be . . . well dang . . . I want to be in you.”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 09:24:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he moved up, she could see in his eyes that he was happy and not irritated by her laughter.&nbsp; And, the kiss only proved it further.<br><br>When he moved, started to enter her, their gazes met and locked.&nbsp; Irene felt like she was falling into the sky, looking at his blue, blue eyes.&nbsp; She made a pleased, "Mmmm," sound.&nbsp; "No tickling, now.&nbsp; I'm surprised you reloaded so quickly," she rasped, lifting her legs to wrap around Sam and pull him into her.&nbsp; She gasped lightly as he sank into her.&nbsp; "Oh, for goodness' saaaaa...."&nbsp; Irene's body didn't even allow her the pleasure of being fucked before coming once more.&nbsp; This time, with his thickness filling her, the intensity of her orgasm left her with tunnel vision and breathing like she'd just run a mile.&nbsp; Sam was still there, hard and hot, sliding in and out of her.&nbsp; She was so wet...the sounds would have embarassed her once upon a time.&nbsp; Now, she reveled in the sound, the scents and the sensations, planting her feet, now and moving to meet Sam's thrusts.<br><br>"Oh, Sam...yes...as hard as you want.&nbsp; I'll tell you if you hurt me..."&nbsp; She grunted the words and then focused on their rhythm once more.&nbsp; "Baby, I'm gathering again...can you join me?&nbsp; Can you..."&nbsp; She grunted a fully animal sound before she gave in to her body's demands and slammed herself against Sam, meeting his thrusts imperfectly a few times before regaining the harmony.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 06:13:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam was sure that he saw it in her eyes.&nbsp; She wanted him badly.&nbsp; But it was no more than he wanted her.&nbsp; She was so wet and she hugged him with her legs and drew him tightly against her, which drew his cock into her.&nbsp; He gasped with pleasure as his cock easily filled her with his full length.&nbsp; He clung to her as her immediate orgasm surprised both of them.<br><br>He grinned at his wife as her body shuddered under and around him as he fucked her.&nbsp; Sam remembered in that instant Irene’s confession that she’d never cum before their time in the tub room.&nbsp; She was cumming for him now . . . twice in fact in a very few minutes and it added to his pleasure.&nbsp; He needed to cum more than ever as his balls and cock made loud wet noises as he moved in and out of her soppy heat.<br><br>“Oh god baby . . .&nbsp; I truly do love you and fucking you like this.”<br><br>His hips rocked him against her and in and out of her pussy in a quick hard tempo as her words encouraged him.&nbsp; Their timing was a bit off from her cumming but soon they were together again. He was screwing her like some pistoning steam-powered&nbsp; machine and she was pressing against him as she received him eagerly inside her quivering cunt.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh baby . . . I’ve been gathering too.”&nbsp; <br><br>Sam grimaced into a tight smile as he used her words and looked down into her pleasure-softened face.&nbsp; His body tightened as he drove deeply into her.&nbsp; His cock felt so good wrapped tightly by her velvety slick vagina as she milked him to an explosive climax.&nbsp; Very quickly Sam was there beyond ‘gathering.’ His ass and belly were tight and clenching as his body signaled that his release was eminent.<br><br>“Oh my god Darlin . . . I’m there!&nbsp; Oh Irene . . .&nbsp; cum . . . cum for me babydoll . . . I need to fill you . . . oh god yes . . . now Irene . . . oh yes cum for me . . . ”<br><br>Sam’s cock swelled inside her as it spit string after string of his hot cum into her center.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 08:17:41</strong>
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				Spent, Irene lay with her head resting on Sam's chest.&nbsp; The bed was torn apart, blankets and sheets twisted as if they'd been caught in a minor tornado.&nbsp; She shifted her leg, freeing it from the restraining sheet to run her foot along Sam's leg.&nbsp; She was tired, now, but not quite sleepy.&nbsp; <br><br>Dust motes danced on the blades of sunlight that sliced between the shutters' slats.&nbsp; She found herself watching the particles, picking one and following its upward and downward movements.&nbsp; The effect was mesmerizing and her eyes slowly fluttered closed.<br><br>"Thank you, Sam.&nbsp; It's been a perfect day," she said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 19:45:17</strong>
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				“You know Darlin? Since I met you . . . every day’s been perfect.&nbsp; God but I never thought it would be like this . . . bein’ in love.&nbsp; Thank you Darlin for being here for me to find.”<br><br>He held close to him as her breathing quieted and she nestled in against him.&nbsp; He loved her like they were . . . safe and comfortable and in love with each other.&nbsp; He couldn’t see her eyes but he couldn’t feel her lashes flutter against his chest so he assumed she was gone to sleep.&nbsp; He smiled to himself as he stroked the lower curve of her back and the fullness of her ass.&nbsp; She felt too good for him not to savor how good she felt in his arms and against him so he fought a brief battle with sleep.<br><br>“I don’t know baby if you’ve heard any of what I’ve said . . . but I love you Irene Markham . . . more than I ever thought I could or would be loved back . . . oh god I’ve got it bad . . . blithering to myself.”<br><br>Sam trailed an errant strand of her hair off her face, settling it behind her ear.&nbsp; Softly he kissed the top of her head and inhaled her lovely scents.&nbsp; He was asleep soon after with a smile on his mouth and his nose buried in her hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 06:23:42</strong>
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				Irene woke slowly.&nbsp; Her brain felt disconnected from her body for a moment and then she remembered where she was once more.&nbsp; Sometimes, she forgot where she lived, where she was waking up when she'd slept too soundly.&nbsp; <br><br>Sam was curled around her and the room was stifling hot.&nbsp; Irene eased out of bed and went to the windows to open the shutters on the late evening sky.&nbsp; She moved around the dark room with ease, making use of the chamber pot and running a still-damp cloth over her neck and down her arms to try to cool off.<br><br>Going somewhere cold seemed like a very good idea to Irene.&nbsp; She moved back to the room and checked the pitcher for water.&nbsp; It was full, so she poured a glass and drank it down.<br><br>She looked at the bed where Sam.&nbsp; She'd married him.&nbsp; She'd sworn never to marry again and here she was hitched to a lawman.&nbsp; Smiling, she shook her head and watched as Sam seemed to realize he was alone in the big bed.&nbsp; A hand moved as if seeking her and she sighed.<br><br>"Thirsty, Sam?" She asked quietly, in case he was still sleeping.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 06:57:41</strong>
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				He’d awakened once feeling hot and sweaty, and Irene was curled up against him.&nbsp; Sam had kissed her shoulder and tasted her glistening skin with his tongue. She seemed to purr in her sleep and shifted her body to lie partly across him.&nbsp; He smiled and gave up on the heat and went back to sleep.&nbsp; <br><br>This time he felt groggy from the heat.&nbsp; He also felt alone.&nbsp; Sam knew that he was half asleep but yet he knew before he had any conscious awareness that Irene was not in the bed with him His mind drifted back and forth between reality and what must have been a dream.&nbsp; He felt for her, wanting to caress her breast, to kiss her . . . even as he knew she wasn’t there with him.<br><br>Then a soft voice spoke to him . . . offering him water.&nbsp; His mouth was dry and his throat was scratchy so the water sounded good.&nbsp; He wondered where the voice was coming from.&nbsp; Then his thoughts drifted and he wondered if the water was still in the tub for him to sit in and cool off.&nbsp; When he figured out that he should open his eyes he opened them, just a crack and smiled at&nbsp; Irene who was sitting in a chair, watching him, and holding a cup of water.<br><br>“Hey Darlin...where’d you get off to?&nbsp; Is it morning? God I hope not...the heat wears me out when I sleep so I need more when it’s sweltering like this.&nbsp; Water sounds good...thanks&nbsp; You okay?&nbsp; Everything all right baby?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 07:31:24</strong>
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				Irene handed the glass to Sam and watched him drink.<br><br>"We're not having a baby," she said.&nbsp; Before he could say anything, before he tried to discuss something she didn't really want to talk about, she added, "And, it isn't morning.&nbsp; The moon's set and the night's dark as pitch.&nbsp; I heard someone out on the road.&nbsp; I don't sleep all that well, so little things wake me.&nbsp; Sometimes, I wake up to absolute silence--no insects, no creaking of wood floors, no animals rustling about and I feel stark terror.&nbsp; I imagine that's how the ancient people might have felt when they realized they weren't top of the food chain and a big ole tiger was coming.&nbsp; Tonight, it was just some horses on the street.&nbsp; And, the heat."&nbsp; She retrieved the glass from Sam and refilled it, drinking some more. <br><br>Irene moved to the window and looked out.&nbsp; "I hate this place.&nbsp; I hate the dust and the heat.&nbsp; Let's pack up and leave.&nbsp; No more trying to figure out something I don't even care about anymore...just go."&nbsp; <br><br>Irene stared out at the blackness, wondering what her life would have been like if she'd just stayed on the East coast, working as a maid or a governess...&nbsp; Why had she thought life would be better if she got married?&nbsp; That it would be better in the new territory...only, he'd stopped here and decided to go no further.&nbsp; He just never told her that in the letters.&nbsp; She hated Tim.&nbsp; Alive or dead, she hated him.&nbsp; Liar.&nbsp; Tried to make her feel guilty for coming, even though he'd paid for the ticket and said he wanted her for his wife.&nbsp; He always pointed out that she would still be back east if he hadn't paid for her ticket.<br><br>Another cramp seized her and she made her way to the bathroom to use the chamber pot, not looking in, just squatting and gritting her teeth.&nbsp; If it had been a baby, it might explain the cramp.&nbsp; But, the pain passed and she cleaned herself up and pulled on her dressing gown and boots.&nbsp; She covered the pot and picked it up to take it out.<br><br>"I'll be right back, Sam."&nbsp; Irene spoke tiredly as she unlatched the door and left the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 08:08:14</strong>
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				The tepid water helped the dryness in his throat but he felt groggy and disoriented.&nbsp; He looked about with some confusion as she spoke to him.&nbsp; The only part of it that made any sense to him was the time of night.&nbsp; She hated the place? And what was it she was saying about a baby?&nbsp; It all seemed blurred together.&nbsp; He felt stupid being unable to catch the meaning of what she’d said and then she was gone.&nbsp; ‘Where and why had she left?’ he wondered as he collapsed back on the bed.&nbsp; He was hot and sweaty and the bed linen was clinging to him as he moved restlessly on the bed trying to find some comfort.<br><br>“What the hell?”<br><br>Suddenly Sam sat upright in the bed.&nbsp; His fingers combed repeatedly back through his sweaty hair as he grimaced.&nbsp; He swung his legs to the left and let them dangle over the side of the bed as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs and his face in his cupped hands.<br><br>He repeated her words which had finally sunk into his brain.&nbsp; “We’re not having a baby?&nbsp; What baby damn it?&nbsp; A baby now?”&nbsp; He remembered that she’d said she could be pregnant but surely wasn’t totally sure on it.&nbsp; “So baby you’re sure now?...or you’re not going to have any?&nbsp; Damn where’d you go off to Irene?”<br><br>As dark as it was, Sam lit a candle and pulled on his britches.&nbsp; He wandered into the tub room and knelt beside the tub and wet his hands in the water and washed it over his face a couple times, and let it dribble down over his hot skin, which helped with the heat and his thinking.&nbsp; He decided to go look for her.&nbsp; He walked back into the room and took the candle with him as he opened up the door into the hallway.&nbsp; The saloon seemed even darker than the room.&nbsp; It clearly was very late as there was no one about . . . no but there was someone was about.&nbsp; He could hear the padding and scuffling noise of feet on the stairs.&nbsp; He walked over to them and in the dim light of the candle made out Irene walking up the stairs with the chamber pot in her hands.<br><br>“Darlin?&nbsp; Are you okay?&nbsp; I’m not sure I got all of what you were saying to me.&nbsp; Where’d you go off to?&nbsp; And . . . what was it you was saying about a baby?&nbsp; Let me take that pot huh?&nbsp; Shall we sit or at least dangle our feet in the tub to cool us off?&nbsp; Damn but it’s hot. I’m sorry baby . . . I’m not as sharp as I want and need to be.&nbsp; Come here honey.”<br><br>Sam took the pot from her and wrapped his free arm around her and kissed her softly.&nbsp; Even with as hot as it was, she felt good in his arms.<br><br>“Let’s go inside Irene and try to cool off and sort things through . . . we might as well since we’re both awake now and you’ve got stuff on your mind.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 16:55:26</strong>
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				Irene allowed herself a moment to melt into Sam's side as he took the cleaned pot from her arms and hugged her with one arm.&nbsp; She breathed in the warm scent of man, a little sweaty but still smelling good, and eased.&nbsp; <br><br>"My time...of the month...it's here."&nbsp; She spoke softly, her face against Sam.&nbsp; She was hiding from what she was saying, but also trying to hide from what she was thinking.&nbsp; "It's been a while...because of the elixir I had..."&nbsp; She sighed, laughing a little and then shaking her head as if in denial to something, beginning to pull away from Sam.<br><br>"It's funny," she said, easing the pot from his arm to take it back to the tub room.<br><br>From the safety the distance of a few feet gave her, she added. "I thought I might be pregnant."&nbsp; She set the pot down and turned it just so.&nbsp; She paused to look out the higher window.&nbsp; "And, my first thought wasn't of how to get rid of it."&nbsp; She turned away from the window,&nbsp; a shadow against a slightly lighter sqare.&nbsp; "Isn't that silly?&nbsp; And, now I feel a little sad," she admitted, leaning against the wall, misjudging the distance and hitting it a little bit harder than anticipiated.&nbsp; Irene adjusted her stance as she watched Sam's shape in the lighter doorway to their room.&nbsp; She smiled to herself; the plural seemed to come without hesitation, now.&nbsp; What would he think of her admission?&nbsp; Would he understand what a huge leap her thinking had taken?&nbsp; Because of him...<br><br>Irene straightened, waiting.&nbsp; What would she do or feel if he laughed?&nbsp; Oh, dear, she mused, I'm an idiot...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>08-05-2012, 06:49:38</strong>
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				She felt so good against him again.&nbsp; It felt natural and nice and it smoothed off some of his worry.&nbsp; He chuckled a little to himself as she took the pot back from him.&nbsp; They were real . . . he and Irene.&nbsp; They’d just each taken a moment of comfort with the other over a chamber pot.<br><br>His gaze followed her as she took it into the tub room.&nbsp; She worried him some more as she stood apart from him and gazed blankly, it seemed, out of a window.&nbsp; As he listened to her he felt his throat tighten and his eyes moisten.<br><br>He walked over to her quietly and stood behind her as she leaned against the wall.&nbsp; His arms slipped gently around her middle and he kissed the top of her head.&nbsp; In a low quiet voice Sam spoke to her from his heart.&nbsp; His voice was a bit shaky but he pressed on.<br><br>“Awe Darlin’ . . . you more than subtly hinted that last night and I thought about it before we went out on our ride.&nbsp; I’m sorry baby that you feel poorly and all.&nbsp; There’s nothing silly or funny about it and what you said was about the best compliment anybody’s ever paid me.&nbsp; I’m a bit sad too . . . but Irene it all means that we’re real . . . and whatever crap comes along we’ll sling it together . . . okay?”&nbsp; <br><br>He turned her gently to face him and drew her close. His hand caressed her back as the other settled her head against his chest.<br><br>“On the brighter side of things . . . once your insides are back in order we can get some more practice in.”&nbsp; He chuckled quietly and his hand slid down her back to squeeze her beautiful ass cheek.&nbsp; “I surely do love our practicing Darlin.”&nbsp; <br><br>Sam lifted her chin up gently with his knuckle under it and he softly kissed her lips.<br><br>“The thought of us having a baby is pretty exciting you know . . . and besides it puts us where we gotta a few things to sort out . . . about our jobs and where the heck we’re goin’ to live.&nbsp; I don’t want that being worked out while you’re pregnant . . . for sure not if it means being on the trail to some wheres else.”<br><br>Sam rested his cheek against the top of her head.<br><br>“I love you Irene . . . more in this little moment, I think, than ever before.&nbsp; I’m so sorry for your sadness over it all . . . but a bit happy too.&nbsp; That darn well seems like it makes little sense but I’m not sure how better to say it.&nbsp; We’re real baby . . . no more pinching needed to know it.&nbsp; God dang it but I love you.”&nbsp; He hugged her tightly to him and then loosened his arms as he thought about her cramping.&nbsp; “You okay Darlin?”<br><br>Sam sighed.&nbsp; He’d never felt so grounded and content as he did when he held Irene in his arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>13-05-2012, 05:48:00</strong>
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				Irene breathed out a sigh of relief.&nbsp; It was hot and her body felt like it might have gotten a little too close to the sun's fire, but she pressed into Sam's hug and kissed his chest.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm fine, Sam.&nbsp; Perfectly perfect, in fact."&nbsp; She ran a hand across his chest and up to his neck, pulling him down to her shorter height to kiss his lips once more.&nbsp; "You know what I feel like doing right now?&nbsp; Without you even asking or suggesting it?&nbsp; I'd like you to sit your ass on that bed, feet on the floor and me between your legs with this," her hand came down to caress his cock, "in my mouth."&nbsp; She kissed his throat and added, "HOw does that sound to you?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>14-05-2012, 06:15:47</strong>
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				“Mmm . . . my wicked lovely . . . it sounds way too good a proposal Darlin to even give a thought of declining.&nbsp; You feel so good baby whenever and wherever I’m in you.”<br><br>He sighed and walked over to the bed leading her by the hand.<br><br>He stood and kissed her as his hands massaged the lovely round globes of her ass.<br><br>“This proposal of yours . . . I’d like to pleasure you in kind . . . when and how you’ll let me.&nbsp; I’m not squeamish or nothin’ Irene so I hope you’ll let me please you too/” He grinned at her as he sat with his feet on the floor and as wide apart as was comfortable.&nbsp; “So is this how chamber pot duty gets rewarded in our family?”<br><br>He rested his hands on her hips and drew her to him.&nbsp; He rested his cheek against her belly and then kissed it before looking back up into her face.&nbsp; “Our family . . . I truly like the sound of that Darlin.&nbsp; So we need to decide where exactly where that family ought to be.”&nbsp; Sam chuckled.&nbsp; “But no need to work on that now . . . is there honey?” <br><br>Sam sighed and kissed her belly again.&nbsp; He was hard already in anticipation of the gift she was about to give him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>20-05-2012, 08:28:45</strong>
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				Irene put a finger to Sam's lips, hushing him.&nbsp; She then gave his chest a shove, grinning as he fell back and she sank to her knees betweek his knees.&nbsp; She kissed his left knee and trailed kisses up to his groin, nipping his thigh along the way.&nbsp; She passed over the firm, happy flesh at the juncture of his legs to kiss the top of his thigh and run her tongue along the top to his knee where she nipped lightly.&nbsp; Irene dipped her head to lick behind Sam's knee, sucking and kissing her way up the underside of his thigh until her nose was buried in his scrotum.&nbsp; She darted a quick lick of the roughly textured skin, sighing softly before drawing one half into her mouth, running the tip of her tongue over it before backing away and letting it slide from her lips.&nbsp; She treated the other half just the same, running fingernails up Sam's legs, the back of her nails running along his lightly-haired skin.&nbsp; She shifted once more, dropping her elbows to her side and sliding her index fingers up either side of Sam's package until her thumbs settled underneath and she could gently rub his sack and back further to the puckering flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>She glanced up at Sam and he seemed content enough, so she drew his cock upright with her fingers and then ran the tip of her tongue up the length before opening her mouth and hurriedly taking him in.&nbsp; With lip-shrouded teeth, she bit down on the head before slipping him fully into her mouth.&nbsp; She fucked him with her mouth as her thumbs rubbed gently, then firmly below.&nbsp; <br><br>He was so hard, yet not unyeilding as he slid into her throat.&nbsp; So tasty...&nbsp; "Mmmm," she sighed as precum coated her tongue causing her to salivate and thereby providing more lubricant so that she might minister to her husband with more enthusiasm.<br><br>With each downward thrust of her head, she snaked out her tongue to lick the liquid back, swallowing as his cock head hit the back of her throat, taking him a bit deeper.&nbsp; She had to pause only once to get her breath after a particularly deep thrust and used that time to moisten her thumbs before they continued their gentle massage.&nbsp; Irene swirled her tongue around Sam's cock as she took him back in and ran her uncovered teeth over his length as she drew back.&nbsp; She sucked him back into her mouth and, growling rather like a wild animal, began to fuck him rapidly with her lips and hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>22-05-2012, 07:40:44</strong>
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				Sam could not help but grin like a fool when she shoved him back onto the bed.&nbsp; While ordinarily not one to be pushed around, with Irene it was all completely different.&nbsp; He watched her intently as she loved him in the most incredibly sensuous and erotic way. Every nerve in his body felt like it was alive and tingling with a primal desire to have her.<br><br>The flesh of his legs had never known such attention, such stimulation.&nbsp; Every nerve was hot and connected directly it seemed to his cock.&nbsp; His manhood ached and throbbed as she worked at building up his need.&nbsp; &nbsp;He reached in desperation for whatever pillow he could get his fingers into and pulled them behind his head and struggled to prop his head up enough si he could watch her take him with clear desire and love in her manner.&nbsp; His fingers gripped the bed linen and twisted it as he groaned and writhed and bucked as his wife’s mouth moved over his cock.<br><br>“Oh my god baby . . . ”<br><br>Sam’s hips were rolling and his hands were combing his fingers into her hair as his big cock moved in and out of her mouth. When she intensified her actions by moving her head up and down over him and took him so deeply back into her throat, Sam lost all curiosity and intellectual function.&nbsp; Though he knew it to be other wise her mouth and her incredible throat had become her pussy and he fucked her in much the same way as when she was astride him.&nbsp; All that mattered was that he was in her and they were making love in an incredible erotic new way.&nbsp; His body arched to push deeper into her and his groin tightened as her fingers caressed his balls and his asshole.&nbsp; Sam growled with her as they fucked each other with wild abandon.<br><br>“Oh baby . . .&nbsp; I’m going to cum Darlin.&nbsp; Oh my god I can’t believe you . . . ohhhh baby I love what you’re doing to me . . . oh yes fuck me with that pretty mouth of yours, honey . . . Oh god . . . YES!!”<br><br>Sam came hard with his whole body shuddering and his back arching wildly. Lifting his ass off the bed as her finger teased his tightly clenched ass his cock released stream after stream into her mouth as she fucked him with it.&nbsp; When he finally opened his eyes and settled back into the mattress, he grinned at his bride a bit wryly and sheepishly as evidence of the mess he’d made of her was on her lips, chin, and fingers.<br><br>“Oh baby . . . do you know how much I want to give back to you for this?&nbsp; Will you let me . . . some how?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>22-05-2012, 08:28:35</strong>
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				Irene was almost thrown back by Sam's movements.&nbsp; She guessed he was pleased with her, judging by the grunts and groans...the erratic speech pattern...&nbsp; She caught him in her mouth, swallowed convulsively and tried not to laugh.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched his back shift from an arch to melding with the bed once more and grinned at him.&nbsp; Since, in her experience men tended not to like to taste too much of themselves on her mouth, she wiped her hand over her mouth and then on her hip, moving over Sam to straddle his waist.&nbsp; Wriggling her feet, her untied boots fell off with thumps to the floor.&nbsp; She bent down and kissed Sam, untying her dressing gown sash with one.&nbsp; She slipped down further, cradling his head in her arms, kissing him deeply, her eyes tightly shut.<br><br>Her breasts were tickled by the hair on his chest, making her shiver as she moved back to look at him once more.<br><br>"Mr. Markham, I do enjoy you...every bit of you," she said, dipping to kiss his jawline once more.&nbsp; With her lips close to his ear, she said, "I'm not opposed to riding you if you might be up for it."&nbsp; She laughed a wicked little laugh before nipping his earlobe, sucking it&nbsp; gently and kissing his neck.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>23-05-2012, 07:54:22</strong>
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				Sam grinned broadly as Irene swiped his cum from her mouth with her hand and then wiped it on her gown.&nbsp; He pressed himself up against her when she climbed up onto the bed and straddled over him.&nbsp; When she shook the bed some as she kicked off her boots Sam chuckled and then sighed appreciatively as she bent over and kissed him.&nbsp; Her gown opened in the process and he shuddered as her nipples trailed over his chest as Irene settled into another position on his body.<br><br>His hand slipped between them as she spoke and cupped her wet gash.&nbsp; He smirked at her innuendo about being up to fucking her as she sat atop him.&nbsp; His fingers diddled her pussy and gave a little extra attention to her quivering pucker and her swelling slick clit.<br><br>“You know Darlin’ . . . it is you who has just taken me in her gorgeous mouth and fucked me with it quite wantonly.&nbsp; When I’m back in form, I would most certainly be up for you astride my cock.&nbsp; My but you got quite wet sucking me off didn’t you my love?”<br><br>As he slipped a couple fingers inside her pussy his free hand drew her mouth to his and he kissed her deeply.&nbsp; Sam moaned quietly as her pussy tightened around his fingers and her hips began to move in a natural way to his fingering of her.<br><br>“You are one sexy woman Irene.&nbsp; I doubt it will take very much more of you fucking my fingers to get me fully hard again. “:&nbsp; He snorted with a grin.&nbsp; “I do enjoy you too, Missus Markham . . . every bit of your luscious sweet body.”<br><br>With a wry smirk and a wink Sam rolled them over until Irene was on her back with his knees between her legs and his fingers still deep inside her and pumping her with them&nbsp; She was quite the wanton image with her legs widely spread and her hips rolling to take his fingers deeply into her wet cunt.<br><br>“Watching you squirm and gyrate as my fingers fuck you is working very powerful magic on my cock baby, It won’t be much more before you’ll be riding high.”<br><br>With a lustful grin he kissed his way up her chest, and throat to Irene’s chin and then to her mouth<br><br>“I think once we sort out our living arrangements, I’ll be enjoying you quite regular I expect . . . if you’re of a mind for such idleness.”<br><br>His thumb pressed on her clit and rubbed it and around it each time when he pressed his fingers deeply inside her slick, hot sex.&nbsp; Sam was enjoying getting her and himself worked up for her ride.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>24-05-2012, 07:45:04</strong>
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				How?&nbsp; Irene grabbed the already wadded sheets as Sam's skillful hands and mouth brought her to the edge.&nbsp; She looked at him, teeth clenched and heels digging into the bed, hips lifting and circling with his teasing fingers.&nbsp; How did he know how to make her body sing?<br><br>She was about to speak her thoughts when her body turned to fire and liquid, her back arching so that she lifted from the bed, grabbing Sam's neck to pull him close and kiss heatedly.&nbsp; Her free hand ran down his chest, lower to the line of hair and she felt the firm rod of him bobbing enthusiastically as her little finger hit it.&nbsp; Quickly she wrapped her hand around his still slick cock and rubbed, pulling SAm back as she lay back down.&nbsp; Moving easily, rolling him like she had done it before, Irene straddled him, her hand now between her legs as she fondled him.&nbsp; She waited until the moisture slid from the tip of his cock and then raised up, her lips feeling bruised from her ardent kissing.&nbsp; She looked down and watched as she took Sam's cock and rubbed herself.&nbsp; She flicked a glance at him, smiling before settling slowing down on his hard cock.&nbsp; And, then she just sat there, watching him watch her.&nbsp; She smiled slowly, working her inner muscles to grab him, release, and grab again.&nbsp; It felt so good to be so full and work her muscles over him. <br><br>Irene could take only so much of this before she needed more and began to rotate her hips, grinding on him.&nbsp; It was mere seconds before she was gasping and leaning back, bouncing on his cock as she fell into the abyss of another climax.&nbsp; Her vision darkened until she couldn't even see Sam.&nbsp; All that existed were the points where their bodies touched and the heat that they made.<br><br>"Oh, hell and damnation, Sam," her voice was gravelly as she shifted, leaning forward to brace her hands on his shoulders as she pumped her hips, pistoning onto him, driving herself onto him mercilessly.&nbsp; "T'together," she hissed, widening her eyes and willing herself to see Sam.&nbsp; A small fissure in the darkness expanded so she could see his face, and she smiled.&nbsp; "now," she ordered.&nbsp; "Come with me, Sam."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>26-05-2012, 07:05:44</strong>
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				Sam was in heaven.&nbsp; His wife was responding to him so wonderfully that he was clearly pleasuring her.&nbsp; He was himself getting incredibly horny as he fingered, licked and kissed her writhing body.&nbsp; More than anything he wanted to please her in that way.&nbsp; <br><br>He wasn’t at all surprised or put off when she turned the tables on him and reversed their positions.&nbsp; There was something very erotic in having her astride him.&nbsp; Even more than that she was wantonly teasing him by rubbing her pussy with his cock and diddling her clit as she prepared to take him.&nbsp; He grinned wryly up at her as he savored the sensations of her teasing strokes and pussy rubbing.&nbsp; When his cock released his precum, he watched intently as Irene spread the slick fluid over the head of his cock.&nbsp; He was so hard and horny that he shuddered and felt like he could have easily cum from just her touching him in that way.&nbsp; The view he had of her was beautifully sexual and lustfully explicit.&nbsp; His mind was digesting and savoring the concept of her taking him, and it made him so horny that his hips rolled a bit which must have communicated what Irene had been waiting for.<br><br>He gasped when she guided the head of his cock into her opening.&nbsp; He loved the sensation of her warm wetness engulfing his cock and the feeling of&nbsp; her pussy spreading to accommodate him.&nbsp; They both sent up a chorus of moans of pleasure as she settled onto him and took his full shaft up into her wet heat.<br><br>Her pussy was working him incredibly well as she sat still on him and they watched each other.&nbsp; Her vagina was quite gifted at massaging his cum up from his balls without any other movement on her part.&nbsp; He began to squirm and press himself up against her before she began to undulate her hips and quite masterfully fuck him.&nbsp; Their breathing echoed their growing arousal and very soon she had them on the brink of incredible need for release.<br><br>He’d been quiet except for low moans and groans.&nbsp; But when she announced that her climax was near he gasped.&nbsp; “Oh god baby . . . yes honey I’m there too.”<br><br>He couldn’t help but grin, even if it was mostly an upturned grimace, when she virtually ordered him to cum with her.&nbsp; Being taken by her he fell right in line and responded accordingly.&nbsp; His ass lifted off the bed and his hands were knotted in the sweat-dampened sheets.&nbsp; He pressed his engorged member up inside her until there was no space left between them.&nbsp; He shook and spewed his hot cum up into her as she shook and his body spasmed convulsively beneath her.&nbsp; When awareness returned to his brain, he released the bed linen and raised his hands to caress her body.&nbsp; Eventually one cupped and gently kneaded her breast as the other quietly caressed her big hard clit.&nbsp; Then he cupped the backs of her upper arms and drew her down to him.&nbsp; Sam kissed her deeply but quietly.<br><br>“Oh Misses Markham . . . I’m a very lucky fellow.&nbsp; Oh dear god baby . . . I love you more and more and I’d thought I loved you as much as anyone could love anybody.&nbsp; Oh Darlin’ I’m so glad you were tending the bar downstairs . . . I hate to think about life without you.”<br><br>With a smooth movement he reversed their positions.&nbsp; He was settled atop her and savoring how that felt as he pressed himself down against her and moved his cock inside her.&nbsp; Sam kissed her gently as his hands cupped her face.<br><br>“I do love you Irene Markham . . . and always will.&nbsp; I promise.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>26-05-2012, 07:26:21</strong>
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				Irene breathed out a big breath, her cheek on Sam's chest, listening to his breathing return to normal in sync with hers.&nbsp; She smiled and trailed a fingertip along the centerline of Sam's chest, drawing swirls and curlicues throught the fine air and sweat-dampened skin.&nbsp; His professions of love, the promise of forever...&nbsp; She knew better; there was no such thing as forever.&nbsp; There was only Now and she was well pleased with her current Now.<br><br>"I love you, too, Sam--Mr. Markham."&nbsp; Lifting her head, she planted a kiss on his chest before resting her cheek once more on his warm skin.&nbsp; "You know, if we lived somewhere cooler making love might be even more attactive as it would keep us warm.&nbsp; Though, slick skin does have a certain attraction," she mused, laughing softly as gooseflesh raised under her trailing finger.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hair, tangled wildly about her shoulders, the twist long gone in the exerteions of their love-making, slid slowly over her shoulder, making her shiver as it tickled her back.&nbsp; She halted her teasing torture, lifting her finger from Sam's chest to run her fingers through her hair.<br><br>"There's no point in staying here, Sam.&nbsp; What would happen if we discovered who killed Tim?&nbsp; I'd likely kill them and go to jail forever.&nbsp; I swore to get revenge...but, the desire to do so has waned.&nbsp; The anger is still there...will it ever die?" she added in a half-whisper, talking to herself really.&nbsp; "If I killed the man or men who killed my husband, I'd be no better than them.&nbsp; I wish there were another way...to ruin them..."&nbsp; She sighed and flopped to her back, disgusted with the way her mind had turned.&nbsp; Had they not just made love?&nbsp; Hadn't it been one of the best days of her life?&nbsp; She rubbed her face with both hands and groaned.&nbsp; "Sam, what was your job?&nbsp; To check on me?"&nbsp; She laughed softly.&nbsp; "I think you can check that off the list.&nbsp; But, what else?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>27-05-2012, 07:39:24</strong>
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				Sam watched her and listened to her.&nbsp; He also tried to hear the unspoken words.&nbsp; There was a hint of something that he didn’t quite get in her reaction to what he’d said.&nbsp; He shrugged internally.&nbsp; They still had some stuff to learn about each other.&nbsp; There was no way yet for her to know two things about himself.&nbsp; First was he never said anything he didn’t mean and second . . . he’d never said what he had said to her to anyone ever before . . . and he’d no intention of saying it to anyone else ever.&nbsp; He was happy enough with who they were and how they were with each other so it was passed over as he grinned at her as she told him that she loved him.&nbsp; He knew he’d never tire of her saying that to him.<br><br>“Maybe somewheres more temperate . . . you know where they have more than one season . . . like summer, spring and fall . . . even winter . . . but not like in the mountains winter.&nbsp; More like a Christmas winter and then it’s about over.”&nbsp; He chuckled.&nbsp; “And regular sex?&nbsp; Like every day, sex?&nbsp; You want a thousand children honey?”<br><br>He slipped his index finger into her damp hair and curled a strand of it absently around his finger as she drew designs of some kind on his chest with her fingertip.&nbsp; He looked at his chest as best he could but Sam wasn’t able to see if he had left any red lines on his chest from her nail. When she talked about Tim’s murder and letting it go, he wasn’t really surprised by what she had to say about ending her quest to find Tim’s killers.&nbsp; Her attitude on the trail on the way back to town and since had foreshadowed it some.&nbsp; Given her feelings about the man he wondered why she’d bothered at all about it . . . except maybe out of guilt about her thoughts and his getting killed or necessity.&nbsp; He knew that everything about the consequence of her dishing out retribution would be true . . . and he knew he couldn’t bare that happening.<br><br>“You sure about that Darlin?&nbsp; I’m fine with dropping it if you’re sure that’s what you want.”<br><br>Sam looked at her and stroked her arm with his hand before he moved on to the list.<br><br>“The list?&nbsp; Well . . . it was a short list Irene.&nbsp; Checking on you wasn’t on there.&nbsp; Seeing if there was anything I could do to clear you of any suspicion once and for all was on it.&nbsp; You know best how it was for you when it happened. But I have an idea cause we lawman types always suspect family and friends first cause it’s the most common reality.&nbsp; Based on the file the Judge had me review, I never thought that you had a thing to do with it.&nbsp; In person . . . when I first met you I was sure you clearly were not.&nbsp; Gosh but I’m sorry for all the shit you’ve been through honey.&nbsp; I wish I’d been around then to help you with it.”<br><br>Sam caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers as he spoke.<br><br>“Mostly I guess I was to get to know the area and the people here.&nbsp; Check on the Marshal . . . there’s a fair amount of talk about him, especially since there don’t seem to be any record of his swearing in . . . not anywhere official anyways . . . and of course I was to see if anyone is here or shows up that missed their court date . . . or are on any of the posters over there in my bags.&nbsp; I guess that mostly I’m to just check things out as I’ve never been in these parts before.”<br><br>Sam smiled at her and cupped her face in his hand.<br><br>“I told you that I owed the Judge a lot before coming here . . .&nbsp; for this job and his support and friendship . . . but Darlin . . . I owe him big time now . . . since we got hitched and all.”&nbsp; He snorted as she gave him what seemed like a questioning look.&nbsp; “Hell honey . . . I mean that in the most positive way . . .&nbsp; if you were wonderin.’” <br><br>Sam shifted his body so he could kiss her.&nbsp; It was a soft quietly deep set of kisses that stirred him up inside a bit. <br><br>&nbsp;“Now about moving on . . . how the heck do we find the perfect place we just conjured up a few moments ago?&nbsp; This is one big country you know . . . and if we’re to have a thousand children . . . I don’t want to be moving around hunting for it while you’re having them. And what will we do when we get there?&nbsp; Besides making babies, I mean.” <br><br>Sam gave her a broad grin, even though his question was a serious one said with some humor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>28-05-2012, 21:24:42</strong>
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				"A Christmas snow and no more?" Irene questioned, rolling to her side as Sam formed a curl of her hair around his finger.&nbsp; She had thought, once upon a time...once after Tim had used her hair as a handle---, well, she'd thought to cut it all off at her chin.&nbsp; Now, she was rather glad she'd kept it long.&nbsp; "Is there such a perfect place, Sam?" she asked, smiling and watching him from under her lashes as he played with her hair.<br><br>Irene looked up as Sam asked if she was sure.&nbsp; Which part, she wondered.&nbsp; Revenge or just dropping the whole thing?&nbsp; Ahhh...of course he wouldn't condone revenge.&nbsp; "There's no point.&nbsp; Knowing won't bring him back.&nbsp; And, I don't honestly owe Tim anything anymore.&nbsp; Bringing them to justice...well, that's the Marshal's job, right?&nbsp; I'm willing to give up the reins on this."&nbsp; Deep down she knew Tim could have planned, taken action to make sure that, should something happen to him, the land would come to her.&nbsp; But, Tim was selfish and immature; he never thought of dying and he certainly never thought of her-Irene-except when he was the one who needed something.<br><br>Irene stopped her drawing on Sam's chest as she started to press her finger a little roughly into his skin.&nbsp; She drew back her hand, surprised when Sam stroked her arm.&nbsp; Why hadn't he been the one who'd sent the request for a wife?&nbsp; Why had it been Tim?&nbsp; And, why didn't Tim have the balls to fess-up and tell her he loved another, why let her find out on her own, make her be the laughing stock of the town?&nbsp; Her stomach roiled at the memories and only Sam's touch on her arm drew her back.&nbsp; She turned her head to regard him, smiling as he teased her about "regular" sex and a thousand babies.<br><br>He was so much what she needed and everything that she wanted that tears came to her eyes as she thought about it.&nbsp; "Maybe three or four children," she said.&nbsp; "Depending.&nbsp; One to start, of course.&nbsp; Then, if we don't feel like we want to sell it to the gypsies, maybe another...or two."&nbsp; She grinned at his list.&nbsp; He made light that he'd been sent to check on her, but it surely seemed like it to her.&nbsp; Finding out if there was evidence against her or if it was malarky...that was all about her.&nbsp; She let it slide as he mentioned the Marshal and the lack of documentation of his being sworn in.<br><br>"The marshal's a good man.&nbsp; Scares me a little, but I've never known him to be unjust.&nbsp; His methods are hard, maybe.&nbsp; But, think about what some of these criminals have done; they deserve worse in my book, Sam." She felt and sounded hard, she didn't really care.&nbsp; &nbsp;And, Sam's kisses seemed to say that he didn't care...or didn't believe her for all her harsh words.<br><br>She smiled against his lips, then snuggled against his chest.&nbsp; It was hot and he was even hotter, but she needed his touch, now.&nbsp; It salved her abraded soul and made her body feel right nice, too.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now about moving on...how the heck do we find the perfect place we just conjured up a few moments ago?&nbsp; This is one big country you know...and if we're to have a thousand children..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She laughed...it was a giggle really and shocked her so that she hid her face in his throat.<br><br>"Mr. Markham," she said, tilting her head back to look at the man.&nbsp; "If you insist on teasing me about the number of children produced by our regular sex..." She lifted her left leg to hook over Sam's legs, pulling herself up to him, eyes flashing as she felt him hard against her softness.&nbsp; "...there'll be hell to pay," she finished, giving Sam a shove an sitting on top of him.&nbsp; "Hi there, handsome, my name's Hell."&nbsp; She grinned down at him, staring with her cat eyes as she drank him in.&nbsp; "Have I mentioned that I love your eyes...your smile...your chin with that deceptively sweet dimple...that's not really a dimple, just a little rut in your chin..."&nbsp; She stopped teasing him just to look at him.<br><br>"We'll know the place when we see it, Sam.&nbsp; We just need to make a decision, set a date, plan and collect supplies and then get out of Oasis and never, ever look back."&nbsp; She leaned forward to lick and kiss his throat.&nbsp; "I think I could do that.&nbsp; Can you?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>30-05-2012, 06:30:34</strong>
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				Their playfulness and apparent happiness with each other were part of what Sam relished about their relationship.&nbsp; He grinned at her as she took his teasing good-naturedly.&nbsp; But he took note of how as they talked quietly she seemed a bit lost in thought about something for a couple moments.&nbsp; He had an idea of what it may have been and it troubled him that she'd been bothered by it all back then in her past and even still in their present.&nbsp; They’d just been talking about what she wanted to do about pursuing Tim’s killers and she’d made up her mind to leave it to the marshal.&nbsp; He suspected that her thoughts had in some way gone back to that less than happy time in her life.&nbsp; Sam wanted more than anything to make those troubled times that she’d been through a very faint and distant memory.<br><br>But Irene was quickly back with him, and giving back as well as he’d given.&nbsp; In a very deft move Irene had managed to flop him back onto the bed and settle astride him.&nbsp; He liked looked at her from that perspective. She teased him a bit from the spirited mood she was in.&nbsp; Sam smiled as he enjoyed her and cupped her hips as s rubbed against him. He answered her playful teasing and her loving compliments in a rather husky voice brought on by both the warm emotions she’d stirred up in him with her words, and his growing lustful need to have her.<br><br>“Well Miss Hell . . . I think that you’re quite a fine judge of what you like.”&nbsp; He chuckled but still blushed a bit self consciously from her compliments and the gaze she had fixed upon him which was more than a little provocative.&nbsp; He listened to what she thought about their finding a new place to start their new life together.&nbsp; He moaned as she kissed and licked his throat.&nbsp; His hands caressed her ass as he turned his head and kissed her deeply.<br><br>“You have a good head on your shoulders Missus Markham.&nbsp; In the morning let’s do all you said . . . set a date, make a plan for where we’ll head off to and make a list of all we’ll need to take with us . . . and baby . . . I can too . . . and I’ve never been more ready to.&nbsp; All I need to do is stop by the courthouse and see the judge and settle up with him on our way to wherever.&nbsp; I owe him that much.”&nbsp; He grinned at her as he settled her against his chest.&nbsp; “We got a little celebrating to do with your friends before we leave town, and I want you to meet the Judge . . . maybe we can say the ‘I&nbsp; do’s’ with him too.”<br><br>Sam stroked her back and kissed the top of her head.&nbsp; He whispered to her.&nbsp; “I love you Irene.” With a little shifting he found her mouth and kissed her deeply.&nbsp; When they broke the kiss, Sam had a devilishly wry expression on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.&nbsp; “Would it be too soon to have some more of that regular sex honey?&nbsp; Doing it in this heat will build up our stamina for the colder climes . . . don’t you think . . . Darlin?”<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>01-06-2012, 06:17:34</strong>
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				Shivers rolled along Irene's back following Sam's stroking hands.&nbsp; She listened to his question, pausing in her methodical kissing of his neck as if she needed to consider the plan.&nbsp; Lying atop him, she could feel that he was ready and feeling his hard cock just made her want to have him again.&nbsp; She couldn't deny it, even if she wanted to pretend...to tease him a little more.&nbsp; She raised up a little, just so her breasts ran across his chest, her nipples senstive from his touch and her desire, hardening rapidly.&nbsp; A little wriggle of the hips, a shift of her legs and she had him poised to enter her, her body moist and ready. <br><br>Now, though, she did pause, going completely still.&nbsp; "Well, now, I don't know.&nbsp; You seem a little concerned about the possibility of being pa to a thousand children, Sam.&nbsp; Maybe we should back-off on the intercourse some.&nbsp; Maybe a coupla' times a month, you know, when it's safe," she said, her expression very serious.&nbsp; Irene had to focus on his chin to keep from laughing.&nbsp; She lowered her lashes so he wouldn't see the twinkle in her eyes.&nbsp; And, then moved just the tiniest bit so that she touched his cock with her sex...all accidental.<br><br>"Right?" she asked, her voice having dropped a couple of octaves as heat rushed through her.&nbsp; <em>If he calls me on this bit of foolishness, Irene thought, I'll simply have to attack him once more.&nbsp; And, if he doesn't answer right quick that might just happen anyhow.</em>&nbsp; She lifted her eyes to look at Sam, waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>03-06-2012, 04:33:24</strong>
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				Sam felt pretty confident that he was getting to know when his wife was teasing him and when she wasn’t.&nbsp; He was fairly certain that this was one of those times.&nbsp; Her position over him and the wetness of her pussy that was glistening on the head of his cock from when she so lightly brushed her pussy lips against it were very inviting.&nbsp; She was such a good tease.<br><br>He feigned a frown as his gaze moved upward over her luscious body/ “Oh Irene...of course honey.&nbsp; You’re right.&nbsp; We best not fuck any more until things are settled and we are. ..you know sure we want them.”<br><br>It took all the fortitude he had in him to say the words, and even more to keep a deadpan expression in his voice and face as he said them.&nbsp; He stayed beneath her for several moments trying to play her as she’d done him.&nbsp; Then he reached between them and grabbed his cock.&nbsp; Sam moved his body a bit as if he was complying with her argument.&nbsp; He sighed dramatically as the head of his cock was dragged&nbsp; the length of her soppy gash as he tried to slide partially out from under her.&nbsp; Sam’s hips rolled some and his cock bumped up against the center of her pussy.&nbsp; The sensation of her wet heat on him melted his resolve.<br><br>“Awww . . . baby . . . I can’t lie to you . . . I want you to fuck me . . . for me to fuck you”<br><br>With a grin his hands cupped her waist and he tried to draw her downward over his twitching cock.&nbsp; <br><br>“Take me into you Irene . . . make me wet with your cum.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>03-06-2012, 22:46:47</strong>
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				A light gasp slipped out as Sam moved accidentally against her.&nbsp; Irene began to move out of his way as he tried to follow her suggestion and then she laughed as he pulled her back.<br><br>"Hoist by my own petard, eh?" she asked, complying with his request.&nbsp; The build up in her mind was enough that, with the physical sensation of being filled, of him gliding along that newly awakened nub Irene came, hips jerking even as she tried to fuck him, as per his request.<br><br>She ground against him for a moment, trying to recover her senses and only making things worse as she came yet again.&nbsp; This is just ridiculous, she thought.&nbsp; She sagged down atop him, kissing his throat and then his mouth.&nbsp; Her tongue sought his mouth as his cock sought her depths.&nbsp; She tried to turn her mind off, but it kept narrating the events and the thoughts coupled with the actions kept her in a constant state of near climax, halted only when she stopped herself from moving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 07:26:37</strong>
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				Watching and feeling Irene cum was incredibly arousing and inspiring for Sam.&nbsp; Not another woman he’d known had thrilled him like Irene did.&nbsp; None had&nbsp; responded to his amorous advances like she did.&nbsp; Sex was something not spoken of and certainly not to be enjoyed must have been in their credos.&nbsp; Sam kept his hands on her. They held her, or drew her closer, or encouraged her movements on him or they simply caressed her.&nbsp; His thumb had found her clit and he touched it lightly as he drove his cock up into her.&nbsp; She rode him wonderfully, clenching around him and drawing him ever closer to cumming for her.&nbsp; He grinned tightly as she came again for him and they kissed quite passionately.<br><br>“Oh god baby . . . I love how you cum for me so easily now.&nbsp; Oh god Irene . . . you best get some of that potion you had before we clear out of here . . . or by god we’ll have dozens of them underfoot as often as I want to be inside you . . . ”<br><br>Sam growled and his back arched and he drove into her with a desperate need to cum in her.&nbsp; He straightened his legs and rocked his cock in and out of her.&nbsp; His body was trembling from the tightness of his muscles as his release got closer and closer.<br><br>“Oh god baby . . . that it.&nbsp; Oh Irene fuck the hell out of me . . . oh honey I’m so fucking close . . . god Irene come again for me so I can fill you then.&nbsp; Ooh baby . . .&nbsp; come for me . . . oh god please . . . ”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 08:24:53</strong>
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				She laughed at Sam's orders, drawing her knees up beside his hips and swinging her pelvis back and forth as he met her thrusting.&nbsp; They were roughly fucking each other and yet Irene had never felt that any encounter with Sam had been less than making love.&nbsp; She gloried in the sensations, loving the power she held even as she admitted to the power Sam held over her.&nbsp; She grabbed Sam's head, kissing him desperately.&nbsp; Riding him hard, slamming against him, devouring him with mouth and pussy, she came once more, breaking the kiss to press her face into his neck as her body jerked erratically, no longer under her control.<br><br>Breathing hard, sweat glistening over her body, Irene eased down onto Sam after she'd felt and heard his climax, shivering slightly as a mini spasm whirled about low in her belly.&nbsp; SPent, yet again, she lifted her head to kiss his chin, but did not move more than that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 07:04:26</strong>
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				He groaned aloud as she took him at his word and worked him nearly to death with her incredible body.&nbsp; The y had&nbsp; both worked hard at it when he’d finally come.&nbsp; Her body was still trembling when she settled down on him.&nbsp; Like her he was gasping for air.&nbsp; Still Sam smiled as she settled her hot body against his own sweat-covered torso.&nbsp; She felt so good there that Sam sighed appreciatively.&nbsp; Both their bodies still twitched and shuddered a little as they wound down.&nbsp; Sam quietly chuckled as he felt the soft kiss she gave him on his chin before her body seemed to go almost limp atop him.<br><br>“Oh my god Irene . . . that was some incredible lovemaking.&nbsp; As deep as you had me in you we better get to our planning once we’ve recovered.”&nbsp; His eyes closed as he imagined Irene with her belly round with their child.&nbsp; He was getting very much into the idea.&nbsp; “I’m mostly spent baby . . . I don’t think I could move right now if my life depended on it.&nbsp; Besides you feel so good like you are . . . I’d have to be a fool to want to get out from under you.”<br><br>Sam’s head dropped back onto the pillow and he hugged her loosely. His hands caressed her aimlessly as he very nearly fell asleep.&nbsp; He was still inside her and he savored that feeling as he fought off the fatigue.&nbsp; He could feel her body rise and fall above him as her breathing regained its normal rhythm.<br><br>“I love you Darlin.&nbsp; Thanks for loving me so wonderfully.&nbsp; It feels so good to still be in you but I’m beat honey and I bet you are too. Shall we take a little rest?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 07:45:34</strong>
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				She smiled at Sam's words.&nbsp; Could it be?&nbsp; Had she almost rendered him speechless?&nbsp; Irene burrowed closer to him, not that it was actually possible, but she just felt like wriggling nearer and snaking her arm up to slip her fingers under his head.<br><br>"Spent, Sam.&nbsp; I'm over-drawn on all accounts," she murmured against his chest.&nbsp; It felt so good to be like this, close.&nbsp; Making love was wonderful...now.&nbsp; But, this was just as good, while vastly different.<br><br>"You don't thank me for loving you.&nbsp; You bone-headed man.&nbsp; Of course I do; you're so deserving of it and you make me feel the same way---valued, precious.&nbsp; So, don't you thank me, Sam Markham, or I'll be very, very annoyed with you."&nbsp; She ruined her fierce words by yawning widely and then chuckling.<br><br>"Sleep.&nbsp; To sleep; perchance to dream," she mumbled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 05:24:26</strong>
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				He was half asleep and half smiling when she almost climbed into his skin.&nbsp; He liked how she snuggled in really tight against him and then seemed to get even closer.&nbsp; It was exactly what he’d always wanted but had never found, until he wandered into a bar and brothel in a small Texas town.&nbsp; He stopped his mind from wandering and focused on Irene’s body resting on him and her voice talking to him.<br><br>His smile broadened as she threatened him.&nbsp; She sounded so tough with her loud yawn and little giggle punctuating her threat.&nbsp; He stoked part of her.&nbsp; It was hard to tell in his nearly unconscious state what part of her it was. Sam wasn’t much of a drinking man but he felt a little like he’d tied one on,&nbsp; but he knew he hadn’t.&nbsp; He sighed when he put it together that is her perfect ass cheek in his hand that he was kneading.<br><br>“I love your ass Missus Markham.”&nbsp; Then he remembered that he’d annoyed her, but he was a little perplexed about why.&nbsp; Then he remembered.&nbsp; “Uh huh . . . I understand . . . you’re annoyed that I’m thankful to have you in my life . . . loving me so well . . . I’ve learned my lesson dear.&nbsp; I’ll never speak of it again . . . now?&nbsp; Can we go to sleep?’<br><br>Sam nuzzled her neck, and then was quiet for a bit as he tried very hard to cipher out what the last thing was that she’d said.<br><br>“What baby?&nbsp; You had a dream?&nbsp; Oh baby. I’m a little confused . . . and so damn tired . . . ”<br><br>&nbsp;His yawn was big and loud and then he was gone . . . fast asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 06:30:41</strong>
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				Irene woke just as the window could be distinguished from the dark wall.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was nestled next to Sam, curled against him as the cold night air washed into the room.&nbsp; Weather change, she mused, looking up to see that the curtains were dancing in a light breeze.<br><br>She snuggled back into Sam and smiled.&nbsp; What would he think of a whore who read the works of Shakespeare?&nbsp; He hadn't recognized the quote before they fell asleep, but she didn't care.&nbsp; It had just seemed like something to say.&nbsp; IRene was still tired and didn't want the sun to rise.&nbsp; She wanted to close the shutters, but Sam had his arm around her, one hand on her hip.&nbsp; <br><br>He'd said that he liked her ass...she laughed to herself because she'd have to be dead not to know that.&nbsp; He was probably a fan of the new bustle dresses with the skirts so slim and the pouff over the backside so big that a woman bottom looked like the back end of a horse, twitching from side to side as she walked.&nbsp; Irene didn't mind the dress, but tended to down-play the bustle.&nbsp; She covered her face realizing she was considering clothes that Sam might like...&nbsp; She was such a GIRL now.&nbsp; <br><br>She yawned slightly and closed her eyes once more, happy to remain where she was, for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Irene O'Rourke's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>derek</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 07:40:12</strong>
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				Sam felt like he must have slept like a log because he had no memory of awakening overnight as his eyes opened.&nbsp; Somehow he knew or recalled the warmth of her being cuddled against him most of the night just as she was then.&nbsp; &nbsp;With the faint light of dawn giving form to the furnishings in her room he smiled as looked into Irene’s peaceful face.&nbsp; He remembered scraps of their talking after making love.&nbsp; He was a little embarrassed by what he could remember of his lack of clear understanding of what she’d said to him.&nbsp; He remembered being so tired that he’d only heard part of what she’d said.&nbsp; Mostly he remembered the luxurious fatigue that had overcome him from their strenuous lovemaking. There had been the teasing back and forth which had led up to it.&nbsp; Irene had teased him&nbsp; around the thousand kids he’d said that they might have, and he grinned broadly as he recalled her threat of annoyance with him if he thanked her for loving him.&nbsp; He made a mental note for himself to thank her again sometime soon.&nbsp; He really enjoyed her and how they were with each other and thinking of her teasing him while straddling him made him smile and long for her.&nbsp; With his neck extended he gave Irene’s forehead a soft kiss.<br><br>Sam looked up at the ceiling and concentrated on her closeness.&nbsp; Her body felt so soft and warm and good and natural against him.&nbsp; Her body’s warm scent intermingled with the lingering scent of their lovemaking was awakening and rekindling his desire for her.&nbsp; Her breathing was quiet and steady and her breath on his skin gave him a kind of comfort that he relished.&nbsp; He held her quietly without caressing her or further kissing.&nbsp; Despite his desire for her, Sam was content to enjoy her just as she was.&nbsp; He did grin and sigh quietly though as he savored how the faint hint of pubic stubble felt against his skin as her pussy rested against his thigh from her leg being draped across his legs.<br><br>“Oh god Irene...I wonder what you’d say or do if you knew how badly I have it for you.”&nbsp; Sam whispered under his breath to himself as he closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.<br>
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