[OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room
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				Title: <strong>[OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:55:55</strong>
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				Madame Guinevera Starr's Room (Staff and Customers with appointments only).
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 10:11:05</strong>
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				Guinevera entered her room, quickly kicking off her heels and undressing. First was her skirt, which was a separate accessory to her outfit. It made her look more elegant than scantily-clad and the dark, intricately-laced garment perfectly hid the twin, pearl-grip revolvers on the outside of her thighs. Usually, Miss Starr didn't have enough chances to wield it, but if a customer wanted something more than he asked for, then they would be threatened with a barrel in their noses. The grip of the gun in her right holster face towards her rear while the other faced towards her front. This was because she never found it effective to dual wield her revolvers. There wasn't much opportunity to do such a thing. Usually, one gun did the trick, but having men see one gun multiplied by two, they would have to think twice before messing with Miss Starr.<br><br>She continued to undress the parts of her outfit that didn't need to be present for her next outfit. This included her black stockings and her black fingerless gloves. She momentarily removed the holsters, which were connected to a bandolier-type belt, without the extra ammo inserted in the small holders. All that was left on her person was a off-white bustier, which was an off-shoulder design. It was a one-piece type of clothing, which doubled as her undergarments. A black corset, a must-have for any harlot, was wrapped around Guinevera's abdomen, creating the coveted hourglass figure. But she would not have it for long, for she unlaced the garment and replaced it with a brown, leather corset.<br><br>Next up, Guinevera's changed into a pair of thigh-high leather boots, in the usual brown hide color with a four inch heel. Like her corset, her boots were snugged around her shapely legs with laces, that laced from her ankle all the way to the hem of her boots. Only the top portion of her leg and some parts of her backside were exposed, which further was covered as she put her belt holster back on.<br><br>She lastly put another pair of fingerless gloves, though made of dark brown cow hide and as long as her hands before putting on a leather coat with long coattails and donning her lace skirt once more. She went to the table and sat in front of the mirror, now tending to her hair. She would fix up any locks that were unkempt or out of place for about an hour or two. It was the sound of shattering of a bottle that brought her attention to the saloon. She got up and went to the door.<br><br>------&gt; Saguaro Saloon
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 22:14:05</strong>
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				The world was spinning for Uther, so much he had yet to realize the madam had brought him to her personal room. He could not claim to be one of her regulars but when he did request the company for a night it was her for one reason or another. As soon as he was inside of the room he quickly moved to the nearest chair and sat. His weapons had been taken, everything but his revolvers but he was now undoing those belts along with removing the strap of ammunition across his chest. It was taking a little time but he could undress now in a closed room without having to be paranoid of someone getting the jump on him. <br>"Perhaps a bath would be good." <br>He managed to look at the nice looking bed and figured it would be bad for his dusty and sweat scented self to roll into it and sleep in it without a care in the world. Wrynn began kicking of his boots, leaving a pile of belts, clothing and leather all around him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 04:12:06</strong>
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				Her observation skills had worked and she had her prize for the night, though she wasn't going to be a predator going after her prey. She knew the Marshal wasn't the prey, in or out of bed. One reason for keeping him in her room was that the lowly saloon girl pretty much were too inexperienced for bedding with the Marshal on their first night, but the actual reason was more personal.<br><br>She closed the door and watched as the Marshal removed his holsters and his bandolier, placing them draped on the back of the chair he sat on. Guinevera walked over to a door a couple feet next to the bed and opened it, revealing a separate room which had a tub full of water. Water was a precious commodity and whenever they could find it, most of the portions were used to fill the tubs in the rooms on the upper floor. The rooms on the lower floor had a lack of such facilities, due to the rarity of clean water in the desert. "The bath should be ready, Marshal," she said, "Just tell me if you'd want the water warmed up before you go in. And don't worry about soap. The month's shipment just came yesterday and we're pretty much full on toiletries." Also in the room was a smaller tub along the wall with a single drain at its bottom, which flowed straight to the corral at the rear of the saloon.<br><br>She walked away from the open doorway to her dresser as the Marshal kicked off his boots and peeled off his outer clothing, leaving them in a untidy mess on the floor. Guinevera didn't mind, for the clothes were going to be picked up in the morning. Guinevera went over to the window and closed the blinds before undressing herself from her outerwear. The leather coat with coattails, her lacy skirt, thigh-high boots, leather corset and holsters were discarded and placed neatly in their respective places. Just in case of a drunken fool barging through her door, she took a revolver out of its holster and took it with her to the bed. She then climbed into the bed, placing the revolver underneath the pillow and lay there, listening to the water being disturbed in the next room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 06:11:26</strong>
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				Uther nodded his thanks and thought she was gone after he no longer heard any noise after the door had closed. The man took his time washing up, baths where a luxury at times and he had plenty of dirt and sweat to scrub off. It did not help that he was drunk but he did not foolishly jump into the tub and ruin the pricey commodity clean water was. He even drank a few cups, something to help prevent a hangover the next day. Stripping down nothing he washed and looked around for something to wrap himself in that was not his dirty clothing. After drying out and feeling a little sobered he walked out with the same towel he used to dry off wrapped around his waist to quite a surprise. <br>"Guinevera?"<br>He asked with a perked eyebrow as he walked towards the bed on he side she was laying on but he did not move within her immediate reach. The Marshall had yet to gauge her intentions. A dozen questions came to mind but none reached his lips to ask as the mixture of who he was, the drink and the look of a gorgeous woman began to clash internally. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 07:12:14</strong>
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				Laying on the sheet, Guinevera had almost nodded off to sleep when she heard heavy footsteps in the next room followed by the door opening. She rolled to her side and then rolled onto her stomach facing a rather near naked Marshal. Only a towel around his waist was what covered this man's pride. She enjoyed what she saw and did not mind the Marshal for calling out to her informally. She looked up and down the man's full, naked stature as she replied, "Yes, Marshal?" On her face was an expression of enjoyment as she held her head on her hand, propping the hand with her folded arm, elbow grounded to the bed.<br><br>The Marshal was too far for her to grab the towel and fully exposed him, but still she enjoyed the fact that the Marshal was being careful. Around Oasis, men had to be careful, or else, they would find themselves in a Mexican standoff surrounded by pistol-wielding women and with no weapon to point back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 08:00:39</strong>
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				"Is there a reason I have you in your current state?"<br>He questioned, for all he was he was not to familiar with the intentions or flirtations of a woman. Most he had bought for the night the only to truly love him had been the tough as nails type, a lot like the ladies of the saloon so he always expected that there was a catch. He had to admit the madam of the saloon was quite a captivating creature and he began to worry if he was caught in her web. Taking a step closer he eyed her, even his own poker face did not seem to change the look of joy in her eyes. <br>"Ain't you got someone else to tend to for the night doll?"<br>Wrynn asked in his typical tone, the same one that had made some of the younger less experienced walk off feeling rejected. If it would work on Guinevera was yet to be determined. The sheets on the bed where not helping, they clung to her form and seemed to promise things he knew he had to be imagining. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 09:23:11</strong>
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				Guinevera still had the folded stack of bills stuck between her bustier and her left breast. She pulled the wad of cash out and placed it on the end table. "Marshal," she said in a serious tone, a bit rejected by his questions. "This ... wasn't for any debt. You've paid for my services every morning. When you gave me that stack I almost gave it back to you. Y'know, you should just take it. Here." She took the papers and placed them in between her index and middle fingers on her right hand and reached over to him to hand the cash to him. Her expression of enjoyment changed to a more solemn look on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 09:49:28</strong>
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				"Then what was it you wanted to discuss with me earlier then if it was not to pay a debt I had?" <br>Wrynn asked, his system beginning to sober up slowly by the questions and his high tolerance for the alcohol. His original plans to fall asleep and have alcohol induced dreams began to slip as confusion set in. Uther did not understand nor care to ever understand the feelings and emotions of a woman after his wife had died, he became almost oblivious to them as if the loss had killed those senses. He stepped forward and took the wad of bills, tossing them back onto the end table as he sat on the edge before he looked over at her, laying on her stomach under the sheets. She had yet to answer his question but he did not know what else she wanted to say to him.<br>"You got me sitting here like a fool Guinevera, what is it?" <br>He finally questioned her, looking over her with his own stone cold tone. His patient was not wearing thin just yet but he wished she would just get on with the point instead of the little games she seemed to be playing with him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 10:56:49</strong>
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				Though she didn't show it on her face, Guinevera had a ongoing battle inside her head right now. She had a choice to come clean and tell him outright or just drop just to get him into bed, no questions asked. She decided to go with the former, thus choosing to face the consequences after the decision. "Marshal, I think I love you. I was attracted to you since the first time I met you and all those times that I got you into my bed was to be close to you," she explained to him. She was on the verge of tears, but somehow she managed to keep her tears from flowing. She folded her arms across her chest, subsequently covering the cleavage that she had exposed for the Marshal to see. She was like she was ready to face the consequences of her choice with herself facing the Marshal ready to hear his response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 00:05:23</strong>
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				Her answer was the last thing he would have imagined anyone say to him and he goes silent for a long time looking away from her. Wrynn looked around and then back to her before he looked away again.<br>"I am the wrong man to fall in love with Guinevera, do yourself a favor and find feelings for another man that can give you everything you want and deserve in life."<br>He said, his own emotions left cold and frozen where they had died many years ago. Wrynn hoped she would not resort to crying that was the one thing in the world he just could not handle before and now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 01:34:44</strong>
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				It was to be expected. Platonic love wasn't often returned. But now that her unspoken love had been spoken, Guinevera was not going to let him get away so easily. Even if her love wasn't returned, she would get something out of the Marshal. She repositioned herself in a sitting position on the side of the bed, facing the Marshal. "What if I can't find somebody who has this?" she asked and tore off the towel wrapping around the Marshal's waist. She knew the Marshal wasn't going to flinch like some men, or cover his pride and joy.<br><br>She stood up and grabbed hold of the Marshal's cock with her right hand, and wrapped around the Marshal's body with the other. "You can't get rid of me that easily, Marshal." She dropped down to her knees and immediately wrapped her mouth around the head of the cock, swirl her tongue around the tip in a constant spiral motion one, and then the other way the minute after.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 04:05:21</strong>
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				Guinevera Star was a woman full of surprises and Uther should have seen it coming or maybe he assumed what was coming which was why he had not moved to dress up and leave. Despite all he was, he was still a man and that was evident in the way he reacted when her hand grabbed a hold of him and the way her touch ignited a heat somewhere deep inside of him. Wrynn was far from a saint and when she moved to her knees and took him into her mouth he sighed deeply in an attempt to control his body's physical urges but failed. <br>"You keep looking."<br>He said coldly but his body betrayed his seriousness as he began to grow under the actions of her hands and her mouth, especially her tongue. The man was not embarrassed to let the madam do what she did best but he was not going to string her along and play mind games with her. The wide crown of his cock began to swell coaxing a milky bead to ooze out of the tip. The Marshall leaned back on his hands and looked down at her without a crack on his signature countenance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 09:12:57</strong>
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				Even the Marshal was as cold as the desert night, he was still a man underneath all that ruggedness. His apparent weakness when against a woman was his manhood, which didn't disappoint even the Madame of the house. As she took him deeper into her mouth, she could hear his apparent vulnerable state when a woman had his cock in her control.<br><br>Guinevera ignored his cold answer, and enjoyed the moment of his body betraying him with each passing minute. She momentarily took the dick out of her mouth -- though a firm grip with her left hand replaced her wet tool -- and began licking his family jewel, her nostrils inhaling his musky smell of two week out in the wilderness catching a bandit. Her left thumb briefly pressed down the head of the cock while her fingers and her palm caressed the top part of the member. When her thumb felt a little bit of natural lubrication, she withdrew her head from his inner thighs and allowed him to sit down on the mattress. Still on her knees, Guinevera inserted the manhood into her mouth and sucked on it like a rare ice cube, allow the dick to slide in deeper by the half-inch.<br><br>She knew her plan to have the Marshal for the rest of her life was a failure, but she wasn't going to back down. She at least was going to have him for another night, and maybe the next night as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 10:06:25</strong>
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				There was no doubt Guinevera knew what she was doing and it was starting to win over the Marshall, at least physically. He sat better when she repositioned herself, watching her take to him with an enthusiasm he wondered if she had with all her patrons. His hand moved to the top of her head, his demand for controlling surfacing as he pulled her in for more,&nbsp; threatening to forcing the thick crown down her throat but he was far more interested in stripping her down fully. <br>"Take it all off." <br>He commanded, letting his hand move back on the dress. A low hiss left his lips through clenched teeth, it was impossible to deny what his body was experiencing and the madam of the saloon was pushing those limits. Wrynn's cock continued to grow as if responding to her every touch and suckle but it would get to the point that he would want more and he had quite a bit to give as well after enduring a self induced dry spell. He hoped her stopping to strip down would buy him a little more time, if she insisted on having him then he would enjoy the night and the personal attention of Guinevera. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 10:26:49</strong>
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				With the same passion as a wife relieving her husband, Guinevera continued to moisten and massage the musky-smelling cock, sucking the taste of the Marshal down into her throat. With a hand on her head, she wondered how long had Marshal gone without a woman to ease the tension between his legs. He almost had to force Guinevera to take it all in, but eased before the tip of his cock could knock on the back of her throat any longer. She heard his command even with the dick in her mouth. With the Marshal being the paying and unhindered customer and himself not having a gun pointed at her, his commands were always right. She withdrew from the Marshal's manhood and stood up.<br><br>"As you wish, Marshal," Guinevera said. She loved how the Marshal didn't beat around the bush but went straight into it. She turned around and lifted her hair, momentarily draping the black locks over her right shoulder. "Marshal, wouldn't you mind if you can untie that purdy little bow at the top of my bustier?" She looked back to see if he would actually do it, since she could do it herself with no difficulty at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 21:11:07</strong>
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				The smile on his face began to grow, not by a lot but slowly. The magic she was weaving was starting to work and for once Marshall was a little excited to play the game with her. He sighed at her, throwing his wall back up but decided to enjoy himself and ignore the confusion if she was sincere in her actions to please him or she was just another working girl looking to make a buck. She was a confusing one, after her confession yet her behavior he no longer cared to think about it and instead moved his hands to undo the bow at the top of her bustier. <br><br>He tugged the knot free and began to loosen the laces until he was able to pull it down over her wide hips and collect at her ankles. With his hands at her hips he pulled her back until she sat on his lap, his cock resting up her spine as he moved his hands around her body to grab at her breasts. To hold a woman like that made his senses overload as he began to hunger for her more and more. He did not say anything, he let his face bury itself between her shoulder blades and the nape of her neck as he began to grope and fondle at her breasts. The man took in deep breaths of her scent, she smelled lovely as always. One hand moved south as his eyes closed and he imagined she was someone else for a moment. He would never tell her that, she knew the jealously would explode most likely if she knew he was thinking of another, that his touch was meant for another woman. His hands slid between her thighs, tugging impatiently at what she still wore but continued to manhandle her as he lost himself to past pleasant thoughts, the few ones he still had. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 21:28:36</strong>
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				Guinevera looked away as the Marshal undid the bow at the top of her bustier and loosened the lace, thus loosening the hold the garment had on Miss Starr's body. The lacy material fell to her waist and Guinevera was about to remove it completely when the Marshal took her by the hips and sat her on his lap. She could feel the Marshal's member against her lower spine and tailbone as her back was reclined against his hairy chest.<br><br>Guinevera bit her lower lip and moaned as the Marshal's large hands handled her breasts, squeezing them hard. The Marshal was an animal and Miss Starr loved it. She imagined this moment like a married couple's honeymoon. Though she had not experienced any moment like it, she imagined the Marshal to be her husband, even though he clearly denied his affection towards her, and whatever she was doing as his wife's service to the husband. He momentarily buried his face in between her shoulder blades, a move that immediately got Guinevera attention and she wanted more of it. She wanted more of this true intimacy with a man such as the Marshal. The infatuation alone was enough to drive Guinevera at the same pace and intensity as the Marshal. <br><br>His hands wandered down south and struggled to remove the bustier completely from Guinevera body. She helped him by lifting her thighs and guiding the garment off her shapely legs. Now with both of them completely naked, Guinevera guided the Marshal large and warm hand in between her legs and closed her thighs against the ruggedness of his knuckles. She inhaled deep breaths as she felt the warmth transferring to her inner thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 22:29:29</strong>
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				Uther instinctively slid his trapped hand up and down between Guinevera's thighs. His palm felt the smooth firmness of one of her thighs as did his knuckles. The length of his finger felt along her sex as he rubbed and moved his hand. She felt so inviting he would need to have her soon but his hands where not ready to give up their exploration just yet. The hand at her breasts trapped one of the soft mounds in his rough calloused hands, squeezing tightly at the flesh before he moved to pinch at the nipple with his thumb and curled index finger. He rolled and tugged at the trapped flesh before exploring her soft skin with his tough feeling hand. Wrynn was still fondling her when his other hand moved down to her legs and forced them to part to allow two of his fingers that had been touching her to press into her at last which made the man groan in excitement against her skin enough for him to actually nip at the flesh between her shoulders blades and make a trail slowly up her back as he fingered the entrance to her sex far rougher than was normal as he continued to explore the mound of her sex. <br><hr>(Hair or no hair, historically accurate hair, but your choice) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 22:50:32</strong>
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				Guinevera decided her thought were seemingly getting in the way. It was better for her to enjoy the moment as well as the rest of the night, for she didn't know what would happen in the morning. Would the Marshal leave after paying? Or would he stick around enough to allow Guinevera to apologize to him for earlier?<br><br>But the Marshal's trapped hand freed itself from her bear trap and began sliding up and down between her closed thighs, causing her to come back to reality. At the same time, she felt rough knuckles and a smooth palm and she relaxed her whole body in order to savor the feeling. With the Marshal's other hand, a finger had run against the exterior of Guinevera's sex and she placed a hand over the rough hand over her folds and applied pressure, intensifying the pleasurable sensations originated from her snatch.<br><br>The hand sliding in between her thighs had wandered up north to grab ahold of one of her breasts and with her other hand, Guinevera placed it on the hand squeezing her mounds. She applied pressure just as her nipple was being pinched. She let out a whispered moan, a bit out of breath from the pinching. She inhaled a deep breath through her nostrils as the Marshal continued his expedition around her body.<br><br>Moments later, the hand that pinched her nipple moved downward to part the thighs that had trapped his hands earlier. The fondling of her sex had relaxed the legs and they were easily parted by the Marshal's strength. As the intimacy intensified, so did the Marshal's actions. Two fingers, instead of the initial one, finally pressed into the lovely cavern like a miner picking at the rock to find the veins of gold that was hidden. Guinevera exhaled a long breath, enjoying the rough sensation in her pussy. One of her hand moved to one of her breasts in order to dull the rough feeling, but it only successful increased the level of pleasure coursing throughout the Madame. Even at her experience in climbing into bed with countless men and a few women, she was unfamiliar with the Marshal's touch. This unfamiliarity caused her to smile, for she was enjoying it very much. To exchange the pleasure, her other hand moved to grasp the cock near her tailbone. With her flexibility, she was able to hold the top of the shaft while massaging the swollen crown with her thumb, all while increasing the frequency of her moans.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 03:47:01</strong>
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				It did not take long of the mutual fondling and petting to push Wrynn to seeking more and Guievera showed him no signs of telling him to stop anytime soon. A groan left his lips, there was far to much pressure on the slippery crown for him to handle for long. When he had enough he retreated his hands from her legs to force her to sit up before attempting to guide her down on his aching dick. <br>"No more games Guinevera..." <br>He hissed lowly into her back as he let her keep a grip on him to guide her towards her waiting pussy. The very first contact of the thick cock head against her body nearly had him dragging her down to impale her onto him but he hadn't done it...yet. Holding her steady with his hand he intended on making her sit on him and force her to ride him against the edge of the bed still caught in his fantasies but slowly realizing that she was not his wife, when he said her name it should have been evident enough. Uther was desperately waiting for it, the sensation of burying himself deep inside of her at last!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 07:41:26</strong>
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				His hands were amazing. Did the Marshal use his hands like this to every girl he comes across to bed with? Guinevera thought to herself as the Marshal's fingers exited her snatch with a subtle after-effect that left sort of breathless. As the hands briefly left her mound, they moved their way to Guinevera's hips and the strength in the Marshal's arms lifted her pelvis up. She already knew that what the man's intentions was and with her hand still on the Marshal's joystick, she positioned the tip of his cock at the door to her love cave. Just the connection alone was enough to leave both of them breathless. Guinevera was afraid that he was going to impale her with his manhood, but fortunately, he had avoided doing so.<br><br>The Marshal head her in place over his cock, the tip of his cock and her pussy lips puckered with each other, clearly ready to go to the next level. Guinevera imagined once more that the Marshal was her husband, though he clearly wasn't due to the circumstances. She wondered if he was thinking the same thing, holding her over his lap, waiting to penetrate her. But she was impatient. "What do you mean, 'No more games, Marshal?" she briefly asked before slamming herself onto the cock under her, shoving his whole length inside her pussy. The pair let out a yelp and felt the intense vibrations as they winced in silence. Guinevera took a deep breath, the sound of which was able to make a man faint with lust. She turned her head to see the Marshal fall back onto the bed, and she smiled. Then she began to ride as if she was riding throughout the night without stopping.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 09:25:43</strong>
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				The look she gave him and the feeling of being wrapped around by her tight cunt made the Marshall grit his teeth and suppress a moan. His hands moved to her hips, he ignored her look as his feet planted themselves on the wooden floor boards to steady him. The man needed more, he easily lifted her up a little less than halfway up before pulling her down until he heard her ass smack against his thighs before he was lifting her again. <br>"Don't stop now." <br>He groaned, forcing her to grind on him making Guinvera feel his thick manhood in shift and move inside of her in the various angles with each thrust. Uther was not sure how long he would let her ride and fuck herself he was getting a little anxious to take control and would soon enough. The man breathing began to increase, his hands moved to her waist to yank her back down onto his thigh harder and harder, impaling her on his aching cock. This was no longer the sex between a wife and husband, this was more primal then even a man who purchased her services just to get off and he was sure Guienvera was not this attentive to others. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 12:14:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After a good few minutes of grinding on the Marshal's member, the Marshal's hand had found their way to Guinevera's hips. She relaxed herself, letting the man take control of the reins and slam her down on his aching manhood, her ass cheeks making the favored slap against the Marshal's thighs. But the pace was more than she had expected, and before she knew it, he was off. Stop? in her mind she asked herself. The only one that needs to stop is ... "Oh my!" Guinevera was brought back to reality as the Marshal's initial thrusts once he gained control were harder than she had been grinding him. As hard as the cock in her pussy shift up in various angles and at the same speed, the walls of her pussy countered the sensation, gripping and sliding against the cock with the same intensity, though this wasn't her doing. "Oh, my goodness gracious, Marshal!"<br><br>She couldn't believe what was happening to her now. Was this the result of one or two, maybe more, weeks without a woman to relieve the Marshal of his trouser tension. Guinevera had to brace herself by placing her hands behind her and on the abdomen of the man under her, but his thrusts were a bit too much for her. Her sporadic coos and ahhs were her only expressions as she was fucked like never before. Not even the first encounters with the Marshal on a lonely night after he became intoxicated were this intense. Guinevera couldn't think anymore. She couldn't even try to imagine the Marshal as her stand-in husband because at this moment, he wasn't a man. His thrusts were primal, even more than the half-ass cowboys that come in looking for a pussy to fuck. All Guinevera could do was go along for the ride, no matter how much of it felt good or how much of it hurt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 18:06:11</strong>
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				He had no intention on stopping anytime soon, not until the building pressure within him was finally released. Guinevera only incited the lust he was feeling as her sounds kept him in his sexual frenzy. Her hands seemed to hold on for dear life as she moaned for him, making sounds of both pleasure and pain. His hips thrust upwards into her ass, causing her perfect body to ripple with impact and for a moment he wanted to see her perfect breasts buckle but had to settle with the swaying of her body from behind which was erotic in its own ways. She had done this, brought it onto himself and now she would endure it all until he was sated. A deep groan escaped the man at last, no longer stiffed by his clenched jaw and deep breaths. He began to throb inside of her, signal that he was getting so close, his testicles felt they where about to burst! On a thrust down, when his cock was practically bottoming out inside of her he came hard, the pull out stroke did not come he sat up and wrapped his arms around her torso just shy of her sheen slick breasts to hold her in place as he filled her with the jets of thick sticky heat. Uther groaned against her back, his stubble spread cheek against her skin as he breath rolled down her spine as he continued to shoot inside of the saloon's madam until finally his orgasm receded. His arms finally let her go to move if she so wished but he once more began to fondle and molest her as he regained his composure. <br>"You are one hell of a woman Guinevera." <br>Wrynn said sincerely, his hands moving to take a breast each before he began to grope and knead at the ample mound of flesh as his cock continued to twitch within her, still hard and unwilling to stop so quickly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 08:11:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Guinevera had regard this moment as unconditional. Since she considered the Marshal like a loving husband, there would be not strings to pull that would turn her desire off. Her body was hit with a orgasm she had never felt before in her life as the Madame. No man could have done that to her. Even though the feeling was rough and a bit painful, she still enjoyed it because she regarded the Marshal to be a temporary husband figure and chose to receive whatever pleasure he gave to her. Even if he had raped her, which would be a far-fetched idea, Guinevera would have still received it with love and attention.<br><br>It was only until the Marshal unleashed his hot load in her loins that the moment became conditional. Guinevera had a brief emotional moment towards something that actually annoyed her. She expected the Marshal to be true to his word and actions of not returning love back to her. The implanting of his seed into her womb was clearly and gesture that could be misunderstood by most men, not excluding the Marshal. Guinevera wasn't stupid and she did listen to the doctor who came by and check the girls ... thoroughly every one to two months. She knew that whenever the link between two bodies was establish, whether they love each other or not, and a climax or two released had a probability that conception would happen. She was going to uphold her end of the bargain (which she had agreed upon making love to Uther). Though she may love the Marshal more than a appointed customer, she would try to not bring the subject to him again. She expected the Marshal to avoid such actions that would make one think that a person was going to be with the other ... forever.<br><br>As she felt the warm fluids enter her, she expelled from her mouth another loud scream followed by a long deep moan, but her body went limp, but not from the pleasure. The Marshal let go of her, as if to free her from his clutches, but Guinevera knew that was wrong. Still her body relaxed as she shed a tear or two. With the Marshal still inside her, she laid on her side on the bed, her back to the Marshal. She bit her lip in nervousness, immediately assuming she was going to carry the man's baby. She knew she had to refuse to tell him if her assumptions were true. Her unconditional love became conditional. The Marshal's comment caused her to quietly tear, beads of salty liquid pouring from her right and cascading off the bridge of her nose. The man's hand had begun to fondle and molest her once more, but Guinevera just lay there, relaxed and giving allowance for the hands to further violate her. The cock within her never left her folds, but she didn't care.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 08:22:55</strong>
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				He began to wonder where her spirit went, completely oblivious to the inner turmoil she was experiencing after he had climaxed inside of her. Uther assumed she would have warned him not to, some of the girls always discussed that before initiating any sexual contact and she had not. The man lay at her side, moving up behind her to touch her, his body temporarily enamored with her and her touch. He had even complemented her but had not said anything back to him at all. The thought of wrapping his arms around her began to bubble in his thoughts as his hand moved along her body. Her breasts where grabbed and groped with one hand, the other used to prop him up behind her as he continued to explore her. <br>"Did you fall asleep on me?"<br>The Marshall finally asked when he felt something was different. Her eagerness he had felt moments ago had suddenly drained and he specifically told her that he did not want to play any games. Little did he know all he had to do was turn her to face him to look into her tear streaked face to know something was wrong but he hadn't, he simply waited for her to answer him. He began to soften, losing his prior arousal after they went from frantic animal lust to nothing so quickly. Finally he decided to slid that one arm he used to hold himself up to slid under her body before he actually spooned her from behind in their intimate position very much like his former wife enjoyed in the past. The exhausted man did not even realize just how tired he was once his head shared one of her pillows with hers. Before long he had dozed off, clinging to her unknowingly, something he would have never done if he had been in his signature cold state of mind. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 09:31:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Maybe it was all her fault. She didn't discuss with the Marshal to withdraw before release. She didn't even protest before it was too late. Telling him now was too late, it was no use. Guinevera lay on the bed motionless, even to the wandering fingertips of the man behind her. There was no response, not even a sob, a whimper or pleasure of a moan of ecstasy towards the groping of her breasts. When the Marshal asked his question, she didn't answer, giving him the cold shoulder that would have been his trademark move.<br><br>She kept thinking in her mind what the Marshal was going to do next. Would he notice that he did something wrong? Would he notice that Guinevera just didn't feel like talking back? Would he turn her around to see her face streaked with salty tears? As cold as he was, Guinevera expected he would do nothing. She didn't know that he was actually waiting for her to answer, or blurt out a word, a curse at least. Whatever atmosphere of lust and desire was there earlier, was an atmosphere of a quiet room with two people in it.<br><br>An arm was slid under her and the Marshal spooned her up to lay her head on a pillow. The Marshal placed his head on the same pillow, but Guinevera prevented herself from jumping to conclusions. Was this a position lovers enjoyed? How about a position which a wife would enjoy with her husband? she asked herself. The idea was there, but would she bring it to life in her head as she did when she imagine the Marshal as her lawfully wedded husband? His arms were around her in a loving way, clinging to her body as if she was a life-size teddy bear. The warmth was that cycled from her body to his and back again was euphoric, but it wasn't right. The Marshal's face would tell it all, whether he was embracing her because he loved her or he was just doing it to make himself feel good, having a sexy lady's body close to his. Guinevera turned her head and looked up at the face of the Marshal. Unfortunately, his eyes were closed and his breathing resembled that of a chronic snorer. It wasn't a good enough answer, and no matter how hard she tried to discern, she wouldn't get her answer tonight.<br><br>Carefully, she unlocked the arms that were around her and slid herself out of bed. She wiped her tears with her hands as she silently walked into the bathroom. With a wet cloth, she cleaned herself up as well as washed her face of any evidence that she was crying. She glanced into the mirror and saw the beautiful woman in the reflection. She looked at the woman's belly and placed her hand on her own. Was she really going to bear the Marshal's child? Or will a miracle happen and whatever she worried about turned out to be nothing at all? She couldn't know for sure. Only time would tell. She went back into the bedroom and found an exposed Marshal clearly asleep on the bed. Doing the man a favor, she climbed into bed with him, placing the sheets over their naked bodies. Guinevera lay her head on the man's muscular arm and clung close to the Marshal's torso. She finished by wrapping her legs over the man's legs underneath the sheet. She would let the candles burn out while she dozed off to sleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 09:57:07</strong>
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				<strong>...Dawn awakes the desert....</strong><br><hr>(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/saguaro_dawn01.jpg) Shifting to Day 2
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 01:49:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Uther had always been a light sleeper since his youth but that morning he had slept hard. It could have been the alcohol but chances where high it was her. Guinvera, he woke up with blurred vision, his eyes blinked a few times to clear his sight to hers. He did not protest but he felt a twinge of regret after recalling the night before. She had been the one to confess feelings and initiate a night of primal like sex, well she started and he finished it. Wrynn did not even take into account the fact he had finished inside of her but having sex with the madame, even if that was her profession after her confession was dangerous.<br><br>The man could never give her what she wanted, not anymore, his heart had grown cold from the pain of loss and he could not suffer through it again, he refused. He sighed, enjoying the sight for a couple of minutes before he slowly and carefully slid out from her grasp, replacing himself with her pillows. He was silent as he began to redress himself and silently walk out of the room, closing the door behind him and moving down stairs as stealthy as possible. <br><br><hr>Marshall moves into the Saloon &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 07:55:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Guinevera woke up to find the heat of the desert entering her room. She didn't forget what happened last night and couldn't decide if it was her fault or the Marshal's fault for having a release inside her. Only time would time if she was truly pregnant with the Marshal's baby. She lifted her head up, not finding the Marshal in the bed, or anywhere in the room. Her arms that were clutching the Marshal last night only embraced the soft textures of a feathered pillow. Briefly she imagined if this was going to be her life loving the Marshal. Most likely, he would disappear in the mornings, be missing for a week or two, and then come back to drink himself away in the saloon. Guinevera soon came to the realization considering the unreturned love and the weeks where he would be missing, catching outlaws, that the Marshal, as he made known clearly last night, was not the man for Guinevera to settle down with. She had sensed that he had a troubled past, but wasn't sure if she would want to investigate the history of why he is so cold-natured these days. She was also unsure if he would divulge his secrets to her. The fault of the matter leaning more towards her side in her opinion, Guinevera made it a goal to apologize for confessing to the Marshal. There was still time. As far as she was concerned, the Marshal wouldn't go off hunting another criminal after that, terribly incredible night last night.<br><br>She got out of bed and changed the sheets, discarding the old, sweat-and-cum-stained sheets by the door for one of the saloon girls to pick it up and wash it for another day. After making the bed, she quickly washed up in the bathroom and walked out, getting ready for another day, but first, she would pay a brief visit to the Sheriff's Office to apologize to the Marshal.<br><br>She took her time, slipping into a brown-colored, sleeveless, shoulder-less, plaid bedgown (http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/Miscellaneous/saloon_outfit01.jpg) with a cream-colored, lace petticoat underneath. Underneath the petticoat, she had worn a corseted bustier similar to her bedgown. After putting on some cream-colored stockings, she put on the thigh-high boots she had on the day before. Putting the leather coat with the coattails on, she finished her outfit by putting on a belt with holsters. Guinevera retrieved the revolver under one of her pillows and took the other one out of its former holsters and placed them in her current holsters. She went for the door, her heels making mellow thuds along the floorboards.<br><br>------&gt; Saguaro Saloon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 21:25:10</strong>
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				<strong>Guinevera Starr, with Cameron Maccrae | Day 2, afternoon</strong><br><hr><br>Guinevera walked in and went straight to the dresser, putting the bottle of scotch on the top part of the furniture. From a stack of letters on the same surface, she pulled one that was fairly new compared to the others. "This is your letter, isn't it? Would you mind reading it to me in person?" she asked, seating herself on the made bed. "And close the door while you're at it. I did say private after all."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 22:50:37</strong>
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				Cameron swept her hat from her head as soon as she entered the Madame's room, placing it gently on the dresser. She smiled a bit at the Madame, her hair falling around her shoulders as she turned to shut the door behind her. Her boots clicking on the floor below her, she walked forward and took the letter from the woman's outstretched hand, unfolding the crisp paper before her, thumbs brushing across the text as she cleared her throat and began to read.<br><br>“Dear Madame Starr,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I have not been long in this country, in fact I've spent even fewer nights anywhere near this town of Oasis, but still I've heard more men than I can count, in bars and public houses that dot the horizon, raving of the comfort and particular hospitality of your saloon. I've been on the receiving end of hours of glowing praise heaped upon you and the ladies in your care. Because you seem so revered and your business sought after so desperately, I write to you with a request and a proposition.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My request would be to spend a night with one of your girls. I know that must strike you as unusual (or perhaps it will soon), but I assure you that payment for any services rendered is well within my capabilities, if services are possible.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My proposition, I'm afraid, also comes in the form of a request, that of lodging at your establishment. I'm not aware of how many ladies may have come calling at your establishment looking for much the same wares as the men, but I know there is a market there, and it is a niche I can fill. I'm certain you're loathe to turn down a sale, so I'm offering you my talents, as I'm more than willing to fulfill the requests of those women. I know the opportunity to put my services to use may not arise often, as such I'm offering to pay for my rent and board out of my own pocket on those months that see less customers than are necessary to cover my expenses. I assure you, Miss, I'm not looking for a hand-out, or even a steady flow of coin, merely a place to lay my head and some agreeable company to pass some time.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Yours,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cameron Maccrae”<br><br>She finished, clearing her throat a little, the reading of the letter slow going, and providing much of a contrast. The voice of the writing seemed more fitting of a well-off lady of the upper class, not the dusty, sly-smiled rogue of a woman that stood before her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 23:11:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Guinevera Starr getting straight to business | Day 2</strong><br><hr><br>Guinevera listened to the letter as it was read in the author's own voice. After she was finished, Guinevera paused to look up at the woman before her. Then she spoke. "May I ask, have you bedded with one of the girls at the saloon yet?" she inquired. She stood to remove the brown plaid bedgown,revealing the white petticoat underneath, and neatly folded it back into the dresser. "If you haven't, you can try your hand with me, if it would satisfy your visit here at my humble establishment. Afterwards, we can talk about you extended stay here, duckling." She referred to Cameron as a duckling, the name of a trainee and new employee at the saloon. Ducklings grew to be majestic swans with their own tastes and interests.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 23:23:48</strong>
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				Cameron shook her head as a smile smile curled her lips, watching the woman undress, "Nae, Miss Starr, I'm afraid I haven't taken any of your fine ladies to bed as of yet, though not for lack of trying, you can imagine. I take it this is something of a busy season for you? Or is that concept a little lost in this business?" she asks as she approaches, her eyes on the woman, admiring those curves, already on display in the more demure brown gown, now put fully on display in the white petticoat.<br><br>"Duckling? Is that something of a pet name?" she asks, tilting her head to the side, waiting for the Madame, "Not that I mind, love, but is it that, or something rather more significant?" she asks softly, her breath a little stolen by the sight of the lovely woman currently undressing before her. She gave herself a small mental pat on the back, perhaps her hasty relocation to this country was for the best after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 23:35:57</strong>
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				<strong>Guinevera Starr clarifying | Day 2</strong><br><br>"The current ladies of the house have differing personalities and differing taste. I believe Miss O'Rourke take no interest in taking to bed figures of the same gender. I myself make no discrimination between the two," Guinevera explained. "And I must say, you have caught us during the weekday, where the town receives less of the number of customers and travelers we get during the weekend." <br><br>"You ever heard of the story of the Ugly Duckling, who eventually grew to become a beautiful Swan? It's the same concept, my dear. If you become one of the ladies of the house, you'll first be referred to by myself as well as some others as a Duckling or a courtesan in training. When you start to obtain returning clients, I shall name you a Swan," she explained. "Until that time, you'll be a duckling, little bird."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 03:20:07</strong>
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				<strong>"The current ladies of the house have differing personalities and differing taste. I believe Miss O'Rourke take no interest in taking to bed figures of the same gender. I myself make no discrimination between the two," </strong><br><br>"Well, love, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't made that selfsame observation," she said with a slight laugh, "Though no hurt in trying, sweet, in my experience I've never regretted the effort." She nods to the woman at the acknowledgement that she was less picky than Miss Irene in her choice of partners, "Well that's a very lovely thing to hear, sweet. Reassuring, you might even say."<br><br><strong>"The current ladies of the house have differing personalities and differing taste. I believe Miss O'Rourke take no interest in taking to bed figures of the same gender. I myself make no discrimination between the two. Until that time, you'll be a duckling, little bird." </strong><br><br>"Now that's right poetic, that is," she says with a soft smile as she reached up, beginning to unbutton her top at the low scoop just above her breasts, revealing the thin lace black brassiere beneath. "Little bird? I like that, been called worse. Much worse."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 20:16:12</strong>
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				<strong>Guinevera Starr with Cameron | Day 2</strong><br><br>Guinevera grinned as she nodded back at the woman standing in front of her. "I'm glad you consider it lovely," she said, further reassuring her.<br><br>"From ugly to beautiful, from worse to the better, I believe you have a lot of work to do before your wish to become a Swan comes true," she said, unlacing the back of her petticoat with one hand, though in a more elegant and subtle fashion. "Come sit with me on the bed, dear. I'd like to get to know you better. And don't mind the saloon girl if she comes in unannounced. She's to bring us tea shortly." Guinevera could see that Cameron had already begun to become comfortable, making her at home in the room. She the movements as a signal for her to get out of the petticoat, but she knew she had the afternoon all to herself and was in no rush to get out of her clothes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 00:50:43</strong>
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				"Ugly now?" Cameron asked with a sly smile on her lips. She reached up, continuing to unbutton the front of her blouse, sliding down the thin ruffled material on her shoulders. The blouse slid from her arms, she folded it neatly and sat it on the bed, starting in on the buckle that held her chaps in place, letting those fall and revealing the tight denims beneath as she joined the Madame on the bed. She ran her soft fingers over the worn, old leather, folding it up as well and tucking the riding chaps beneath the smooth, supple material of her blouse. Moving a little closer on the bed to the Madame, she leaned back on her palms, admiring the woman, her slender but toned arms and flat, pale belly breaking out in gooseflesh in the open air, more from the presence of the lovely Madame so close to her than the temperature.<br><br>She reached up, drawing her hair lightly over her shoulder head tilted down a little as she favored Guinevera with a long, lingering glance, moving down the woman's body, "What is it you'd like to know about me, love?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 09:47:15</strong>
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				<strong>Guinevera Starr getting more comfortable | Day 2, Evening</strong><br><br>Guinevera watched as the woman sat on the bed, getting rid of the fabrics and garments on her way to the mattress. She watched her and admired her body as she was admired the woman. She undid the last lace of the petticoat, revealing the undergarment underneath. The off-white bustier fitted to the form of the Madame and was a tasteful sight in Cameron's eyes. She stood up, folded the petticoat and stuffed it into the dresser just as a saloon girl walked in with a tray with a tea pot and two tea cups. "<em>Muchas gracias, Selena,</em>" she said to the girl, taking the tray from her and setting it down on the top of the dresser. Selena bowed and left the room to the Madame and the woman sitting on the bed.<br><br>Guinevera poured out the saguaro fruit tea into the cups and took both into her hands. She gave one to Cameron and drank the warm liquid. The tea had a cooling sensation and was as sweet as the fruits themselves. Placing the tea cup on the dresser she went back to the bed and sat much closer to the woman sitting on it. Without warning, the Madame leaned in for a kiss which was her way of getting to know Cameron a little better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 23:56:10</strong>
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				Cameron took the cup from the woman. Half-undressed, in just her boots, brassiere, and trousers, she smiled up to the retreating saloon girl, giving her a little wink before she left. When it came down to it, she couldn't help herself. Birds flew, fish swam, Cameron flirted.<br><br>A small, steaming sip of the tea passed through her lips and Cameron, ever the tea connoisseur, paused for a moment to pass judgement. Light bodied with a hint of natural sweetness to it, she rolled the rose liquid around her tongue, deeming it acceptable just before that cooling sensation hit. She gave a little shiver, smiling as a cool touch not entirely unlike mint tickled her tongue, the inside of her mouth giving a bit of a tingle.<br><br>She placed the saucer and cup down gently on the end table, pleasantly surprised by the beverage when she turned back, expecting questions. As it stood, she was even more pleasantly surprised by the sight of the Lady Guinevera free of her petticoat, closing the distance between them in pursuit of a kiss. Happy to oblige, Cameron's hand found madame Starr's hip, her fingers lightly tracing that woman's smooth skin for the first time, that electricity that jumped in her heart each and every time she touched a woman buzzing to life as her eyes fluttered closed. Her lips met Guinevera's, soft at first then with increasing insistence and pressure, her lips parting as the tip of her small pink tongue snaked out, sly as it traced the other woman's lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 04:06:58</strong>
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				<strong>Guinevera Starr acquainting herself with Miss Glasgow | Day 2, Afternoon</strong><br><hr><br>Cameron hands were like bread white Guinevera's hip was like churned butter. The kiss that was planted on Cameron's lips was much more pleasant and satisfying than the kiss she planted on Miss LeBlanc the day before. The first kiss told her everything about the appointment. Just from the kiss, Guinevera could tell whether the appointment was going to be enjoyable or a pain in the ass; whether the person was rough or gentle; and whether the person had any tricks up his or her sleeve. Out of the kiss, Guinevera could only tell that this Cameron was something else underneath the clothes she wore. No use thinking about it now. She just wanted to enjoy this moment.<br><br>Guinevera let one of her strap of her bustier come loose and fall off her shoulder and down her arm. She did the same with her other strap. Her left hand was placed on the back of Cameron's head, pushing the woman's lips harder on her own. Her right hand managed to find its way without the guiding of the Madame's eyes to the belt on Cameron's pants. She wondered what moves Cameron had next.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 13:14:48</strong>
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				Cameron let out a soft groan as that hand found the back of her head, those fingers sliding into her soft hair, pressing her lips more firmly against the other woman's. How long had it been since she'd done something like this? Since she was able to just lose herself in a woman, a proper woman. Not that the bangtails down around Whitechapel didn't have their charms, but one of those paid girls could never really be with her like this. Perhaps that was how this inimitable Miss Starr earned herself such a loyal trade? She reinvested herself in the kiss, her lips parting and her tongue snaking out once more, slipping in between Guinevera's lips, the tip stroking gently along the inside of her teeth, doing a bit of playful exploring. A shiver worked through her flesh as she felt those fingers on her belt, the knuckles brushing up against the gooseflesh on exposed and pale flesh of her belly.<br><br>The girl's legs coiled beneath her as she adjusted herself. She pulled her knees up, leaning into the kiss, feeling her hips riding forward at the gentle beckoning of the fingers on her belt. One hand slid around to the nape of the Madame's neck, stroking it softly as she deepened the kiss. The other slid down the woman's side, softly caressing her hip before they slipped lower, the slim but strong fingers finding a place to grip in Guinevera's toned backside. She held tight, a soft "Mmmmmnh" leaving her lips and melting into the kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 17:46:03</strong>
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				<strong>Guinevera Starr | Day 2</strong><br><br>Guinevera made sure the pressure on the girl's lips was high enough that not even a tongue could escape the embrace of the fleshy mouth parts. Her tongue retracted back as the girl's tongue entered her mouth and began exploring beyond the teeth. She breathed in, pushing rather fervently back towards Cameron's mouth, wrestling and trying to push upon the strength of the moist muscle.<br><br>Her hand, by itself, had undid the belt and ripped the leather strip away from Cameron's body, throwing it aside, the buckle making a clanking sound on the hard floor. The hand dug further under the numerous fabrics and found a rather warm area in a very familiar valley. For a brief moment, the fingers lay there embraced by the moving mountain of Cameron's thighs as their presence alerted the bush that a visitor was near. Guinevera felt the hand at her side and at every other second, she wriggled the one piece garment, loosening it off her body. She wished the hand would help her out of these clothes. Just like in the morning, she wished that she would feel the afternoon heat all around her naked body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 01:15:32</strong>
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				Cameron deepened the kiss, her head tilted up, feeling that air-tight lock Guinevera had on her lips, stroking the woman's tongue with her own, exploring the woman's mouth, enjoying the pressure. She reveled in the pleasure a little force could bring, shivering as she listened to the clatter of her belt hitting the floor, whipped expertly and effortlessly from her hips by the Madame. That nimble hand sled beneath the waist of her denims, slipping so easily into her underthings. She felt those fingers curl slightly at the soft tuft of hair just above her sex, teasing her, feeling her warmth. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment, her hips jerking forward a little bit, desperate for that touch, aching for the woman's fingers to move further, to feel more, but also enjoying the tease. She gulped, her tongue breaking the kiss for a moment to slide along her lips, her eyes fluttering open as she restrained herself, wanting to draw out those moments.<br><br>Her own fingers roamed to the Madame's front, working quickly to pull away the petticoat, laying it down on the bed and brushing her hands back up those slender sides, loving the feeling of that taut flesh beneath her fingers. Her hands found Guinevera's pert chest, her thumbs sliding along those small, wonderfully round nipples, teasing them as she moaned a little into the kiss, her hands roaming over that gorgeous frame.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 06:50:41</strong>
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				<strong>Guinevera Starr | Day 2</strong><br><br>The two women continued their loving kiss and gentle touches as if they were a long separated couple meeting for the first time in many years. It was that passionate, longing for the slightest touch and holding onto the feeling for as long as possible. Guinevera's hand down under had moved deeper, her forearm raising the denim off of Cameron's waist. Her three middle fingers moved over the familiar folds of a woman, warm and soft to the touch. It was like a button, every pressing upon the tender flesh had caused the whole pelvis to move forward, making the pressure increase. Guinevera had only planned to tease, but Cameron was just making it harder on herself. The Madame withdrew her hand as Cameron broke the lips, tasting whatever was left of Guinevera off her lips.<br><br>The girl's hand move to remove the petticoat off the Madame, with Guinevera standing briefly to let the petticoat slip off her body and letting her appointment lay the garment aside. She knew the girl's eyes were observing the curves of Guinevera and her hands were already on the move to trace the sides of Guinevera, caressing the soft skin underneath her shoulders. The hands moved to her breasts, Cameron's thumbs sliding along the hardening nipples. Every touch was a contribution to the building pressure with Guinevera, a pressure that would sooner or later blow its top. The teasing led to another, yet brief kiss, since with Guinevera now in the nude, the next up for undressing was Cameron.<br><br>Guinevera's hand had reached over to the woman again, lightly brushing against any exposed flesh to keep Cameron occupied with the subtleties of a single finger's caressing. Guinevera moved behind Cameron, her chest upon her back and the front of her pelvis behind Cameron's ass. Pulling Cameron towards her body, Guinevera went to work, firstly unfastening the brassiere, freeing the bouncy breasts from their uplifting bondage. The hands although did not linger there like Cameron's had been, but immediately traced curving lines down the woman's body to the waist of the denims she wore. Slowly, with the patience of a tortoise, Guinevera unbuttoned the jeans and parted the waist. With both hands, Guinevera dove under the firm fabric and found the warmth once again, this time with their purpose of further teasing Cameron into the first climax of the afternoon. With thumb waiting in the bush above Cameron's cavern, the index and middle fingers of both hands began to pinch, scratch and stretch the exterior folds of her flesh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whitekitten</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 23:48:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt Guievera move behind her, eyes slightly lidded as she followed the woman's progress. Those hands continued to tease her, driving her nearly mad, the press of a finger lightly trailing along her side brushing every nerve ending it passed by alight. Those fingers moved to her brassiere, unhooking it and letting her perky, pale chest free, her pink nipples stiffening at the kiss of the refreshing afternoon air of Guinevera's bedroom. A shiver of anticipation worked through her as those nimble fingers took their time opening the button to her denims. She swallowed thickly, the fingers slid beneath, pressing up the thick fabric. She squirmed slightly in the Madame's grip, gasping a little as she adjusted herself.<br><br>She wet her lips, turned her head to the side, desperate to return even the smallest portion of the stimulation she was receiving. Her lips found the side of Guinevera's neck and she moaned softly, kissing, sucking gently. Her hands slid back as she felt herself pulled between the madame's legs, that lovely chest pressing up against her bare back. One of Cameron's hands stroked the outside of Guinevera's though, the other slipped up, massaging her side in time with the strokes of her sex.<br><br>"B-by the Saints," she breathed out softly, "Love, y-you're good at this..." she whispered, catching Guinevera's earlobe in her lips, licking along it.<br><br>Her hips moved like an animal all their own, jerking and bucking at those skilled fingers on pure instinct, her chest rising and falling in a soft, desperate pant. Her climax was building, she could feel it smouldering in the pit of her belly, the flames fanned each and every time Guinevera's fingers stroked or prodded her delicate pink folds. Still, she swallowed it down, fighting in vain to keep this delicious tease going as long as possible, knowing she couldn't hold herself back much longer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [OASIS] Madame Guinevera Starr's Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 09:14:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Guinevera Starr | Day 2</strong><br><hr>This Cameron had desired women and had a taste in women. No wonder she enjoyed the touch of a woman upon her body. Every movement Guinevera made seemed to double the sensation when a man did it. Perhaps it was her soft hands or her womanly touch, maybe it was Guinevera's presence that made it more than it seemed.<br><br>Keeping the one hand that was under the denims, she used the other to pry the strong fabric off of Cameron's legs. She slowed her progress as she felt the soft lips on her neck and she bit her lip as a result. She leaned her neck into the lips, letting the pressure increase.<br><br>Cameron let her hands wander behind her and Guinevera felt the soft hands upon her back, assuming that Cameron wanted to pleasure her as well. "You're no so bad yourself, dear," Guinevera whispered back, finally removing the denim off Cameron's shapely legs while her earlobe was caught by her lips.<br><br>The hand underneath the thin fabric, the only garment left upon the woman's body, was met with a bucking pelvis thrusting itself forward and more in order to let the pleasurable pressure increase. Guinevera spread her fingers, leaving the two middle fingers close together. She instinctively found the opening to the cavern and ventured inside, feeling the cave become moisten upon contact. The walls of the cavern seemed to squeeze the two fingers exploring its depths, telling Guinevera that this body was betraying her client. She was close to reaching her peak, but still she did not know that Cameron desired to make it last. Her free hand moved to pull the fabric from the area between Cameron's legs, which would further add a warm sensation in the warm temperature of Oasis' afternoon.
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