~Subject: Max's Cafe nc.................................
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer)
~Date: 24 Dec 1995 14:51:34 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
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Max's Cafe # 1
by Paladin
It was a tidy looking place among the thousands of others on old
route 69. The new interstate had bypassed it, but unlike many of
it's contemporaries in had not fallen into disrepair. The parking
lot was always crowded with trucks. (This usually means something
good was there. Either a waitresses with big tits!! Or really
great food and drink. Or maybe something else... )
.........................................
Jan and Sonia were taking a trip before their senior year. They
had the confidence of money, so no need to work. They had decided
to take the back roads to 'find themselves' and see how 'the poor
natives lived'. Their position had prepared them for many things
but well.... lets see how they fair at 'MAX'S'.
So far they were bored with the offerings of back woods America.
Just too... too rural for their highly developed urbane
sensibilities. They had not had a good Caffee Latta since god
knows when... No tall dark handsome men only hay seeds not worth
the few seconds of their time it would take to fuck um.
As the miles rapidly receded in the snazzy foreign sports cars
rear mirror, boredom was their only companion. Not even a trucker to
tease in the last 100 miles. Now, though, a real need arose.
Sonia demanded, "If we do not find a nice place soon I'm going to
pee in my pants. Jan we should have taken the interstate through
this part. Nothing but rocks and lizards for miles. Not even an
ass hole trucker to flash, in the last hour."
"Look I got to go too, but their just isn't anywhere." Jan
commented as they toped a small hill. Below them the old two lane
road was straight as an arrow to the far horizon. Right on it
though was a small group of buildings.
"Wait a minute their is a couple of buildings. See right there."
Sonia observed of a group of buildings in the middle of the small
valley. "Their has to be a toilette with your name on it in all the
shit that's there."
'MarleyVill' the rusted bullet riddled old sign proclaimed to
all. The population figures were shot away so no population
estimates were immediately evident.
The two anxious girls drove more slowly through the group of
mostly deserted buildings. Most of the shops and small eateries
were boarded up or closed but then right in the middle of this
desolation stood "MAX'S'.
It was two story with a tile roof. The thick pink adobe walls
gave the impression of large ranch house of an earlier age in
this part of the world. The Neon Sign proclaimed to the whole
world "MAX'S".
The huge black top parking area seemed to be go on forever.
Lights poles were everywhere, although not needed in the bright
sun light, the poles also spouted unseen security cameras.
Their were a scattering of 18 wheelers and some all terrain
vehicles. A couple of hogs parked at the side of the lot.
"Well I guess it is here or find a rock. What do you think?" Jan
asked her straining friend. Their was no real choice for these
girls. Civilization was paramount in their minds.
"Looks nice and their just ain't anywhere else. Besides it might
be fun. Probably some old hay shakers or road hogs we can tease.
Yea stop." Sonia added. "The beamer will leave any of these shit
heaps behind if we have to make a fast exit, so what can happen?"
Jan tooled to the front door and finding nothing close enough to
suit her, parked in a handicapped spot.
"You can't park here." Sonia told her.
"I don't see any gimps here and besides it's hot out here. You
want to get all sweaty walking all that way." Jan slid from the
drivers seat and killed the engine and air conditioner in one
fluid movement. She made for the door leaving Sonia to follow her
cute wiggling spandex covered but or sit in the rapidly heating
vehicle and suffer.
Sonia shook her head but hurried to catch up with her friend. Her
sensible jeans and cotton shirt were more sensible but the sun
was merciless. She too agreed with Jan. It was too hot to walk
all that way.
The cool darkness enveloped them at the front door. The girls
strained their eyes to adjust to the darkened room. The
conversations in the bar stopped and all eyes fixed on the new
comers. The assessments were positive.
"Welcome! Welcome! Ladies come right in and sit your selves
down." a grisly bearded old man greeted the from behind a long
polished wood bar. "What is your pleasure? First one is on the
house for pretty ladies like you. Set those cute little asses
right here and jaw a spell." The bartender indicated two vacant
stools in the center of the bar.
Jan wiggled up to the bar and demanded, "We need the little girls
room first then we will see if we need anything else." She shook
her tight blouse to accent the straining cloth containing her
ample tits. <Suffer you old goat.> she thought. <Probably
couldn't get it up anyway.>
The bartender's smile did not waver. He extended his hand
and pointed to the far end of the room.
"Right this way. Want any help? I could get some of these here
boys.." He said indicating the assembled bar flys.
"Listen you ugly old perv. We are ladies, not some of your
floozies." Jan commented as she added a shimmy to the straining
spandex all the way to the door with a huge cow on it. Next to it
was a similar door with a larger bull eyeing the cow and all the
females who entered the restroom.
Sonia had an uneasy feeling as she hurried to follow Jan to the
much needed facilities. She did not like the way the old
bartender seemed to undress them with his beady eyes. The other
patrons seemed to be doing the same. <Pee and go!!> was upper
most in her mind.
George reached under the bar and adjusted the picture on the
monitor. He had switched the camera feed when the girls came
inside. The tape mechanism, was warmed up, and it started when
the restroom door opened. It would catch all the action about
to take place in the supposedly private room..
<Wonder it that Spandex will give enough to let her get that fat
ass back into it after.> George thought. <Wonder if she got a
real red headed beaver?> George fiddled with the camera adjustment
and took a swig of his beer. <This sure beets reruns of some old
shittty sit com from the 50's. Yes sir give me beaver shots
anytime.> Yes sir Old George appreciated the finer things...
<YES!!> he thought with a high five to no one in particular, <A
true red headed beaver. That un 'ill go nice in the string. Yes
sir right nice addition.> George thought as he picked up cellular
phone from under the bar and punched in a number he knew by
heart.
He waited and squirmed as the cute red hired cunt did its thing.
<Yes sir that be a real crowd pleaser when....>
"Manuel you lazy greaser I got... I don't pay you to sleep shit
head. Now listen, get that lazy ass over here and dead line the
shinny convertible in the handicapped spot in front of the bar."
He spoke in hushed tones into the phone.
"I don't want to argue with you greaser. Get your lazy ass over
here and do it or I'll come over there, if I miss these quail,
and cut off that slimy brown pecker of you'rn.' and stuff it in
your shit filled ear. You hear me?"
"Yea NOW!!! Get the shit out your ears. Now get a move on!" His
voice rose. The lazy mex wanted monyana always monyana.
When he put down the phone, and turned to the small screen he
caught Sonia just as she was seated under the cameras unblinking
eye. She had a sparse covering of blond pussy hair
<Nice. Definitely a keeper, but the red headed one would be the
pick of this litter. Yes sir Max'll be pleased with todays
pickings. If that lazy mex gets over here soon.>
George got a woodie just watching the blond beaver pee. He
thought, <Definitely a keeper. Bet she be a monner when she
got a pecker in her ass and cunt. Ya a keeper but the red
headed beaver going be the most fun. Yes sir ree.>
The girls came out of the bright white lights of the rest room to
the dimly light bar and sauntered over to the bar and the old man
ogling then.
(His woodie was concealed by the bar.. for now.)
George put on his nicest smile, replaing the leer he had used to
view the beavers of the unsuspecting girls. He asked, all polite
like,
"Now as I said, come set a spell and jaw a while. First un is on
old George."
"I'll take a frozen Dackory and my friend here wants a
Grasshopper, shit kicker. You know how to make those?" Jan
demanded of the bearded bartender.
Smiling, old George said, "Will take a minute. Don't get much call
for those sissy drinks here bouts. The boys and their women like
something stronger. I'll just get me a box of dackory mix
and...."
"Box... UGH... We haven't got all day... What snake piss do you
have that'll be cold and quick?" Jan demanded.
"Beer and tequila on ice, but the Tequila is real strong..
Probably too strong for your delicate sens..." George bated her.
Sonia looked around uneasily at the collection of bar flys who
seemed to be edging closer to them. She wanted to be on their way
now. Forget the drinks.
"Make it the strongest coldest Tequila you got. We can take
anything you got." Jan demanded.
George reached under the counter and got the two specially
prepared glasses. <Fuck the mex. I got um now!!> He thought.
He opened the freezer and pulled out the iced cold Puke. He pored
two doubles. The stuff would take um fine. (He had coated the
empty glasses when he saw them come in. Pays to be prepared.)
Jan looked at the amber liquid and commented,
"Looks like snake piss. You sure this is the cleanest glasses you
got. Aw hell you got to eat a pound of dirt before you die
anyway."
"Here is the lime and salt.." George offered.
"Na I don't know where you store them limes. Least the alcohol
will kill the shit in the glass." Jan bellowed and downed the
liquid in two gulps. She staggered slightly and grabbed her
throat. "Shit is strong piss, I'll give you that but we got to be
on our way. Sonia drink up and we will be on our way."
Sonia did not want to but it did not kill Jan. She did want to be
gone, so she gulped half her drink before the burning caused her
to stop. She commenced to coughing and put down her glass. The
smoldering cold liquid burned all the way down to her stomach.
She felt ill. she staggered and grabbed the bar.
Jan laughed and added, "She really needed a 'Virgin Mary' but
well we got to be going. Thanks for the...."
Jan looked over and a bleary image of Sonia was slipping down
off the stool she had sought to stead her self after her half
drink.
"SAA.. Sayyy... That shiii... I..." She too sat down on the stool
and tried to focus her vision. She had never had shit like this.
she lowered her head and fell into the arms of a greasy mexican
with a bushy mustache. She thought as all else left her, <God he
has bad breadth...>
...........................................
More to come................
~Subject: Max's Cafe #2 nc................................
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer)
~Date: 24 Dec 1995 15:05:43 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max's Cafe # 2
by Paladin
George was pleased with himself and he looked up at the
monitor and cursed. "Shit!! Tony go out and tell Julio to forget
it. He is too late. Damn lazy greaser. Should go kick his ass if
I had the time. Probably get my foot all stuck up in the
grease. Sleep all day..."
"Mike help the little girl here to the booth over there. Drink
was probably too strong for the little cunts.. and don't squeeze
them tits flat. Now leave some for the rest of us. Billie Bob put
the other one in the other side of the booth will ya, Boy. Thank
ya kindly."
"We will just let um sleep it off till Max gets here. He'll know
right where to put um. I'll bet they's Hutchie Cutchie Girls
with some circus troop. What you think there Mike..."
Tony returned with a very confused slack eyed small hispanic
male.
"Sinor George, I done got dressed and come here to.. fix that
thing and now Tony, he say no fix?? I all conf..." the small
mexican with a baseball hat on backwards began.
"Julio you ignorant greaser. I called you last night and you
just come here now?? How do you expect to make it in the land of
opportunity you lazy..." George blustered to the now confused
little brown man. Seeing their was an argument coming George
decided to nip it in the bud.
"I shouldn't even let you do jobs for me but I feel sorry for
you. Here have a drink of the good stuff before it goes to
waste." George said giving the confused brown man the remaining
portion of Sonia's Poukie.
Still trying to sort out the events since he was forced out of bed
for... what was it he was... the sweet smelling brown liquid
beckoned his minds eye away from logic. It was Julio's way.
Alcohol was his goal in life. A free drink was too good to pass
up. Quickly before George changed his mind Julio grabbed the
glass and downed the contents in one gulp.
The familiar burning sensation slowly cursed down Julios innards.
<This is truly good stuff. My good friend Senior George is... O
OO O. I got'd sit down... That rell...> Passed thought his mind
as the drug did it's thing.
"Senior George that really good stuff.. I do anything for jew..."
Julio began as he slowly sank to the floor.
"Ain't that just like a greaser? Can't even go home to bed before
he falls asleep. Must be siesta time somewhere he come from.
A couple of you boys, lend a hand here and get the greaser out
back. Prop him up against the wall, and no fare setting him on a
cactus like last time. Got to pity the little greaser. So he
can't hold his liquor. We all have something we need help with.
take Billie Bob there. Hidie tells me he got the smallest pecker
she seen." George said to smooth over his previous actions.
"Yea it be a small un, but I be proud of every foot of the
thing." Billie Bob retorted. Chuckling with the rest of the bar
Billie and Tony dragged Julio to an empty wall space at the back
of the bar. Propped him up against the wall and returned to the
cool interior of the bar.
As they walked back inside Tony looked seriously at Billie and
asked, "Where'd you put all of it? I mean you stuff it down your
pant leg?? or what?"
"Yea" Billie answered, "I'd show you the end but I'd have to take
off my boot."
Tony saw the logic in that, nodded his agreement, and shuffled
back quickly for the two free uns George owed him for running
two errands for the bartender. <Billie got one a foot long... Must
have been all them sheep when he was a kid stunted his to its
current small size.> Tony reasoned.
Sure as shooting. Their were two shots of rock gut, setting at his
place when Tony returned to his stool. He toasted George even
though the busy man was on the phone. <Hard worker that George!>
Tony thought.
...................................................
"Yea I know he is busy sawing wood but THIS IS important you stupid
cunt now put him on the line..."George demanded of Fay.
"Yea Max..... Look I got a situation here you'll love.... Yea
better than the last time.... Come on down soon as you get a nut
in that old bitch. Save some though cause, I bet this un be
better..... Na I ain't got a chance to do um yet... course you
leave um here too long and I'll... OK OK Don't get mad... I wait
on ya but don't be too long, I'm only.... OK OK I'll wait..."
Clink..
<Damn slave driver... He works me like a dog and then keeps the
best pussy for his self..> George muttered rhetorically under his
breadth.
"Them really Hootchie Cootchie Gals George?" Mike said, "I ain't
see'd some of them since I was just a pup and had to crawl under
the circus wagon. Them shaved beavers was really something to a
young un.. like I was then. You think they'd mine if I just
peaked..."
"Then... Then... The last time you had pussy was when pussy had
you.... Why if it weren't for Tom's sheep you balls be size of
watermelons by now." Billie derided Mikes found memories.
"Say I get my share... I done been upstairs last pay day. You
just ask that new un. She couldn't get enough of my old pecker.
Said it was..." Mike retorted
"Vile, disgusting and plum puny. Was what she told me." Billie
answered.
"She never... You take that back... Or I'll.." Mike shouted
taking up a beer bottle in order to do battle for the honor of
his manhood with his antagonist.
It was midday and the crowd had been there from the bar's
opening. The kitchen did not open for a while so they were all
just beered enough and itching for a good fight to pass the time
of day.
"Now you just make me. You shitty sheep herder. I know what you
do when you think no one's looking." Billie came back.
BANG!! BANG!!
All eyes were arrested by the sound of old George, survivor of
many a bar room brawl, banging on the bar with an aluminum soft
ball bat.
"You'll want to fart around.. Take it outside.. Less you want me
and my friend here to take a hand. Max done gave me orders that
no more broken shit inside. Both of ya get out... Fact of the
matter.. I need to air out the bar.. All of ya get out outside
the lot of ya.. now... now!! I say.." George demanded coming
around from behind the bar waving his trusty bat.
No one wanted to challenge old George, especially with that
aluminum bat in his hand. The bar flies quickly emptied the room
and congregated outside in the parking lot for the proposed
spectacle.
Billie Bob seeing his chance as Mike's eyes were on George and
his bat, whacked Mike up side the head with his bottle.
Mike staggered and turned on his attacker and then the fun began.
These were fun loving country boys and to them this was a fun
diversion on a slow morning. A little tough on Mikes ear and
scalp but fun never the less.
George closed and locked the door. He piered out the window and
watched the start of the 'fun'. Mike, with his bleeding ear had
knocked Billie down and the boys were standing around making bets
and comments on the 'fun'. Soon another argument broke out and then
new combatants entered the fray. Then it seemed the whole group
became engaged in the 'fun'. The boys were occupied for a while.
George turned to the drugged girls and quickly went through their
purses. He felt the firm tit meat on the new additions to the
stable. <They shure new how to grow tits where these bitches came
from.> George reasoned. <I want me a piece of that their red
headed beaver and...
..............................................
Max a mountain that walked like man was annoyed. <Shit head
George, broke up a fine cum in little Sara's pussy. Calling on
the red phone. He wern't supposed to do that less the place was
on fire or something.> Max fumed as he grabbed the little bitch's
arm and dragged her over to his fucking stool. <Think I'll corn
hole her this time... She don't like it but ain't much she do
like. When Martina gets here she going with him. Greasers like um
young and blond. Serve her right. Her and her shitty fruit
boyfriend, come in here and bad mouth my joint for not having
sissy water...>
Max perched his massive ass on his stool. The metal groaned from
the bulk, sagged but held. He turned his massive head to the
shrinking nude blond with a chain around her neck and demanded,
"Com mere bitch. I want your ass...NOW!!!"
"Please...no I done what you wanted. You can fuck me.... Le me
suck you... Please... not my ass..." Sara pleaded.
"I said ass bitch and it better be over here covering my dick
quick like or I'll just go get that nice leather belt you like
soo much. them tits look almost healed from last time. Guess they
plumb forgot. Well you going to get me off or not."
Sara cringed. She remembered the belt on her tits and the
devastating results. She covered the distance to the fat
disgusting biker type turned her back and bent over. She fished
around with her hands for the dreaded slimy dick. <At least the
damn thing was lubricated from my pussy.... AHH OH god the...OHH
hhhhh.. > Sara reached down and squeezed the fat hairy balls and
hoped for a prompt squirt. She was rewarded with a quick
softening of Max's organ. It barley got in and she got him off.
<Thank god!!!> she thought...
"Shit No good bitch....Well where are your lesions?? Clean that dick
and be quick about it." Max demanded.
Sara shuttered. <She hated this...Why this dick had been in
her.... He still had that belt and if he used it he would probably
get the cursed prick up again.> she thought as she sank to her
knees before the mountain of fat and tongued the smelly horrible
organ to clean or almost clean.
Dumb cock sucker. I ought to take you out back and show you how
your boy friend does it. He really takes to those trucker dick.
Boy's a natural dick lover." Max commented as he kicked over his
stool and pulled on his pants.
"Please we have done what you wanted now let us go... We won't
tell. We will nev...." Sara was cut short when Max back handed
her.
"You'll stay here and fuck till I get tired of your skinny little
old ass. When the boys get tired of a whore I usually let her go
about her business but well with Bruce and all I ain't so sure I
can let you'll go. I mean he's in demand. Your puny ass I'd throw
out right now but you'll's love birds and well.... " Max talked
as he walked out of Sara's room.
He heard a lot of noise in the yard and paused to watch the
'fun'. Martin was biting Billie's ear and the vocal response was
loud and long.
Max ambled down stairs and spied George bending over the booth.
"Shit heal you better not be fucking them bitches like I told you
not to..." Max demanded of George's back.
More to come............
~Subject: Max's Cafe #3 nc.................................
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer)
~Date: 24 Dec 1995 14:55:47 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max's Cafe # 3
by Paladin
George froze. He carefully removed his left hand from Sonias
ample tit holder, and slowly turned to face his boss.
"I wadn't doing nothing, Boss. Just checking out her tits.
Honest... I was just seeing if the nipple was..." George tried to
assuage any animosity on Max's part. "an outee.."
You did not cross Max... and live to tell about it. George smiled
his best smile and backed away from the booth. True Sonias blouse
was open but the bra kept its content from sight.
"Don't let me even think you done fucked with the merchandise
afore I tested it out. You hear me old man? I'll feed those
little nuts of yourn to the hogs if I ever find out you do!" Max
explained. He meant every word of it, George knew Max was serious.
He'd seen more than one man try to best Max. They were all no
more. Max was boot hills best customer.
"Now what we got here?" Max demanded. His massive left hand
closed over Jan's slender left arm and dragged the uncontious
girl from the table, back to the seat. He felt the swell of the
girls left mammary. Then he ran his greasy fingers through her
fine long red hair.
"Big ums ain't they. Bitch be a true red head?" Max asked.
"Yes sir best little freckled red headed beaver I seen since that
bitch Eunice...Last year wern't it." George smiled at his boss.
He had done good but he was dismayed to see the sower expression
on Max's beard shrouded face.
"I seen it on the hidden camera... Honest I didn't touch it...
Honest.. I never..." George explained to a skeptical Max. "I
wouldn't lie to you. You know that Max... Dang Man I called you
soon as I saw their potential. I done um, and got rid of the
boys and waited for you."
Max's expression softened. Why he even seemed to smile... a
little.
"What do the boys think they is?"
"I told um that they is probably 'Hutchie Cotchie Girls' from
some circus..." George quickly replied.
"Na what we got here is...SPYS..... Arab spies... Yes sir that is
what we do. We do the spy bit when they get back to the land of
the living. I'll go set it up. Gime their car keys. We'll have to
hide that on um first off. Have that greaser friend of yourn...
Manual take it out to the barn and...." Max began.
"Uh Max.. Manual is siesting in the back. Plumb fell down.. right
here in the bar. Lazy shit head." George related.
"Well have Billie Bob drive it on out there. Tell um it is for
the good old US of A. Have him take that lazy mex with um. Leave
um both out there. Serve lazy bugger right. Long walk back to
town." Max began, then he went behind the bar. He picked up the
cellar phone and dialed.
"Well get Billie Bob... like I tell ya." Max demanded while
waiting for the call to be answered.
George eyed the video of the 'fun' in the parking lot. Smiling he
retorted,
"He is just finishing up. I'll get him directly... Looks like he
done lost again." old George answered.
Old George rushed outside to do his masters biding.
"Lo Walt..... I know it 's siesta time damit but this is
'portent... Listen to me you dumb dick head... I pinned that
badge on ya and I get a notion to .... I'll stick that shiny
pointie star up your ass. Ya know I can do it too..." Max said
into the phone..
"I want you all dressed up.. official like...Pointie star and all
over here in 20 minutes..... shit no...that take all year....
Maybe after we do the deed you get some poon tang... Ya I guess...
The girls say that warped old dick of yourn takes too long so
I'll just get ya a quickie. You want any more going to cost ya...
Ya I know you do me favors but well I let you keep that star on
your chest don't I?" Max ordered.
"Oh all right I'll go a full blow job from Niamia for half price
when we get... Don't rile me boy. I have to come over there
and... I thought you'd see it my way. Now shave and wear a clean
uniform... We doing the Spy bit.... Yea Arab spies... Yea the
hidden film thing... Course the boys'll help. Dumb shit kickers
do it for the US of A.... Ya now get you ass over here.. Now!!!"
George returned and the beamer or whatever it was left the
security's cameras field of vision with Billie driving. Manual
was no where to be seen. A dusty old pick up followed the
convertable.
"I told ya to get rid of the greaser too." Max demanded.
"Well Billie did not want to be seen with 'im so they put him in
the trunk. Probably leave 'im there in the barn." George
answered.
"Serve the lazy greaser right. I have Jose pick it up for the
border trade. Lazy fucker wake up in Mexico and have to sneak
across again....HA HA HA..." Max speculated.
George too saw the joke. the levity lasted as the bar flies, done
with their 'fun', drifted back into the bar.
Max instructed George with a cold eye..."Walt's coming. Seems he
got word their was some arab spys passing through and he asked me
to keep an eye out for um." Turning to the bar flys he went on,
" You boys seen any strangers here bouts??"
All eyes went to the sleeping girls. They were the only strangers
today. But well they was... girls... Spys?? Na... Well... then...
It was half an hour or so before Sonia raised her blond head and
sleepily groped for where she was. She was kind of fuzzy about
where she was and why she felt so thirsty. She sat up and her
head spun around and she had to lie back to steady her self. She
noticed her blouse was open and quickly as she could she fastened
it up. She looked at the old bartender and the locals. No one
seemed to be paying attention to her. She needed a drink of
water..
She observed Jans red hair on the opposite side of the booth. She
too seemed to be knocked out for the moment. What hit them?? Why?
The drink the bartender had given them... That was it...
Sonia slid over to Jan's side and tried to rouse her. Slowly Jan
came to and she too wanted to get some water. Supported by an
unsteady Sonia, Jan went to the rest room and attempted to
restore their composure. As they left the 'privacy' of the ladies
room they beheld a tall figure in a kackie uniform.
He wore a white hat and had a star on his chest. He was the law
and the girls relaxed. They were safe.
He drew a piece of paper from his pocket examined it and reached
down to the holster at his right side. he drew his long barreled
revolver and ordered,
"HANDS UP! UP AGAINST THE WALL.."
Incredulously the horrified girls froze.
Jan spoke up, "Look here...Sheriff. We did not do anything."
The gun never wavered and the 'sheriff' cocked his revolver.
CLICK
"I said hands up and get against the wall. Now be quick about it
or I will have to ... to shoot you."
Sonia quickly complied and Jan followed also. They waited and
hoped for the joke to be over.
"Boys we got us a pair of Arab spies here." the 'sheriff'
announced from behind the gun. "My information says they got the
stolen plans on um so I got to search um. George go get their
purses."
"Yes sir Marshal Walt", George answered and rushed to their
dropped purses. He spilled the contents on the bar and announced,
"Nope Walt ain't no secrete plans here. No guns either."
"Now look here this..." Jan began
"Just shut up and stay put you damn spy!! Well I guess I got to
search um. George get your scatter gun and keep um covered while
I relieve um of their weapons." Walt ordered George. George
went around the bar and came up with a long barrel shot gun with
two enormous holes at the end.
The empty holes caused Jan to bite her tongue.
The Marshal went back behind the women and did a cursory pat down
of them.
"Don't seem to be no deadly weapons but never can tell with these
sneaky arabs. I got to really go over um once I get um back to
the office." Walt speculated.
"See I told you you..." Jan started.
"AW now Walt you get all the fun. They probably tear up the
secrete plans and get off scott free. Whyn't ya do a strip search
here. Me and the boys be happy to help. Won't we boys?"
The boys were happy to join in. After all this was for the good
of the country.. and a little pun tang on the side. Who could
argue with that?
"Well I don't know." Walt seemed reluctant.
"What are you talking about? You can't..." Jan argued.
"You just shut your yap...You stinking spy. I think you being
soo un cooperative I'm just going to take George up on his kind
offer." Walt said.
Walt handcuffed Sonia to the brass rail at the foot of the bar as
he boys passed Jan from hand to hand. (Each one coped a feel and
added to her fear and consternation.) Finally in the middle of
the dance floor Walt ordered.
"Now cut that out boys. this here is official business. Now mamm
you can save us all a lot of time and bother. Now where did you
hide the secrete plans you done stole??"
"Look you fool. I'm a citizen and a tax payer and you better stop
this now or I'll..." Jan tried to reason with the boys and the
Marshal.
"Well boys I guess we got to do it the hard way. take off your
fancy dress bitch so we can see where you done hid the plans."
Walt demanded.
Jan seeing that she could not reason with these fools sought to
escape by running toward the back of the bar. there she ran into
a solid wall of fat and muscle.
Max grabbed her up from the floor, where he had knocked her, by her
hair and dragged back to the dance floor.
"Walt you done lost this?" Max said holding a struggling Jan by
her red hair.
More to come...........
~Subject: Max's Cafe #4 nc................
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer)
~Date: 31 Dec 1995 15:41:41 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max's Cafe # 4
by Paladin
Max flung Jan back to the center of the dance floor and then sat
down to watch the proceedings.
"I said strip bitch or do I have to shoot ya..." Walt ordered.
"Walt that is plumb unnaborly of ya. Sides your talking bout
blooding up my place. Let me try to use friendly persuasion
.OK??" Max said. Walt naturally acquiesced. Max took a long pull
on his beer and he got up from his stool. He mosied up on the
cute now terrified red head and he grabbed her dress strap
holding her in place.
Jan struggled like a little animal in the grip of an alligator.
Max smiled and reached out and grabbed her other dress strap. He
sighed and tore the spandex material down and off the now
shrieking girl.
Dutifully he tossed the rag that had been a stylish dress to
Marshal Walt.
Jan tried to go down under Max's grip but he lifter her up by her
hair again and then he tore off her blouse. This too he tossed to
Walt.
Jan liked the 'jiggley effect' so she wore no bra. This left her
nude from the waste up attempting to cover her ample mammarys
with her hands. She crouched down and attempted to shrink into
the parka dance floor to hide. <They can not do this I'll ...
sue this bastard.> She thought but the mountain of fat and hair
was advancing on her again. Suddenly he stopped and asked.
"Walt their be any plans in them duds you got?" Max asked casual
like as he went back to his waiting beer. He knocked back a swig
and put down the beer bottle as he heard.
"Nope... Max the bitch probably got um hidden in her..... You
know... Her person..." Walt replied.
"You'll mean her cunt or her ass Walt?" Max replied as he
advanced again upon the shrinking woman.
"I don't rightly know Max. I guess I'll have to look in um both."
Jan was soo scared and fearful that all she could do was attempt
to cover her treasurers with her hands and arms and shake her head
<NO NO>.
Max again dragged her up and tore off her filmy panties. He
dragged the now naked woman over to a table and forced her down
on her back he grabbed a leg and forced her slit open. His right
hand closed over her neck securing her to the table top.
"Well come on Walt don't take all day. I got better things to do,
than do your job for ya. Look up inside the little lady and see
if them secrete plans are there somewears." Max demanded.
Walt came over and using his fingers opened Jan's pussy lips for
his search. He took his time. <Right nice beaver here> Walt
thought to himself as he now stuck his finger in her tight little
neither hole.
"Well be it there or not?" Max demanded while Jan felt more
humiliation than she had ever felt in her life. Naked before this
crowd of drooling idiots while the law man stuck his hand up her
privates.
"I can rightly see anything... you keep it soo dark in here.
George get over here and you look. You got better eyes than me."
Walt demanded.
George hastened to inspected the now public sex. He too call for
consultation and soon the whole bar was looking, spreading and
fingering Jans now public sex.
Sonia could not believe that this was happening. It must be a
nightmare, only Jans cries and whimpering convinced her that it
was really happening.
After an hour or so it seemed Max, sensing a slowing down in
the proceedings, announced,
"Walt you dumb fuck.. I bet the blond bitch done got it on her.
Boys bring her over here, and fix this un where she is."
They took a comatose Jan over to the bar rail and with Walts keys
released Sonia and fastened Jan right there against the bar rail.
Sonia was dragged over to the dance floor and her clothes were
forcibly removed by all the fun loving boys. Max though, demanded
and the boys dutifully gave each piece to Walt for his search.
Too soon their was nothing but blond poon and no plans. Ah well!!
Then it was time for the .... internal 'search' again. Of course
everyone took part. Why this was more fun than the 'fun' they had
a while ago, and less costly in teeth and gouged eyes.
Mike offered to re inspect this un with his tongue but Max said
that that was not a good Idea. Them arabs done had some pretty
bad shit down there sometimes. So they passed on that till they
were sure these was not arab spies.
"Boys boys...lookie here. These girls must not be spys but what
old George said afore." Max reasoned.
"Try her out George.. see if she really is a Hotchie Cotchie
Girl. Only you and me be fit judges of that. RIGHT??"
George didn't need to be told twice he flopped on the helpless
Sonia and started in riding the shocked woman with his raging
hard on.
"Boys bring the other un over here and I'll try her out myself.
Old George ain't good for more un once a day." Max explained.
The boys dragged Jan over and spread her over a table next to
George and Sonia. Max dropped his pants and advanced upon the nice
spread open red headed beaver before him.
"Stop stop" Jan had finally found her tongue and she demanded Max
to stop. She saw the ugly red weapon advancing on her cunt. she
paniced. <They can not do this.... Sonia where is... O god
they have her too.> she thought as she heard George's puffing and
Sonias sobbing.
"Then she might be a spy boys. Well I'll find out one way or
t'other. stand aside and let a man find out." Max said as he
flopped his girth down on and stopped Jans outburst quickly.
Once seated inside her, he took his time and enjoyed Jans
every twitch and turn.
<Yep old George be a fine judge of poon... I'm going to like
owning this bitch... Yes sir this be a good un. Just needs to be
ridden a lot and put up wet. Yes sir this bitch going to be fine
addition to the stable.>
George came and withdrew from Sonia with a cunt. He stood up and
put away his slimy dick.
"I don't know bout the other un boys but this un be all Hutchie
Cootchie Gal and they loves dick.. I know she'd be plumb honored
to take you'll on. Told me so herself. Whispered it in my good
ear whilst I's doing her. She be a little shy though so you'll go
ahead and help the lady out." George then shouted so all
could hear,
FREE PUN TANG FOR EVERYONE..."
Sonia had just sat up covering her tits and slit when Ralph, a
trucker, jumped her bones. A line formed and her open legs were
filled for the rest of the afternoon. (Walt snuck in twice. He
really likes blonds.)
Finally Max arose from a pleasant, for him fourth cum of the day,
and announced that Jan too was no spy. Her spread beaver was also
occupied for the rest of the day.
Max went behind the bar and got another bottle of beer. He gave
Walt a c note and when the last dick wilted he and George dragged
the subdued girls to the attic room for a rest. They had earned
it. To see that they were not taken to walking in their sleep,
each was collared and chain locked to a wall.
.................................
Downstairs Max raised his hand and addressed the boys,
"Boys...BOYS... Now them girls plumb tuckered out for today so
we'll be gentlemen and let um rest them cunts afore their long
journey. I'm going to make um an offer to work here but well, they
may have a date with some other geeks someres else, so don't get
your peckers all hard for um. They may want to leave but I'll be
my usually persuasive self and maybe...just maybe they will want
to work here.
"Now you'll go on home to your chores and come on back tonight and
we'll know then... Come on back...and bring money...shit them's
probably twice the normal I charge for little Sara and the other
fillies in my remuda."
BOOOOBOBOOOOBOOB
"Look boys simple supply and demand. I ain't got no other red
headed beaver so she is going to be at a premium. Course to make
it up to you'll I lower, with his approval, I might add, Bruces
services... for all you'll bent that was.."
Noone wanted the queer boy...right then. They all rushed out to
the lot and started a small demolition derby to be home first to
get the money to come back soonest. After all Max had said he
only had one red headed beaver... <Don't want no old scrawny old
blond. I gots to have that red head.> was in everyones mind.
...........................................
Max and George sat sipping cold uns. They were very pleased with
them selves.
"George...ya done good.. Yes sir you done real good. That red
beaver going to think my dick be it's other clit. I like the way
she sort of squints her eyes when I belly flop her. I going to
get lot o use of that un...yes sir.." Mas said.
"Yea and that blond ain't no slouch neither. Ask Walt you want
testimonial. He done tore off two pieces of her during the
proceedings." George commented to feather his own stock with Max.
"Ya I seen that. Took my money and then fucked my new poon too.
Not once but twice. I got's to do something bout that boy...
Next year I think I get the good town of Marleyvill a new
marshal... what do ya think of a mex this time?? I would of
used Jose but he probably be still in that trunk going to tocco
land. Well there be a lot of um around. We got's a year.. Then
old Walt be going to join Bruce out back.." Max planned.
"Well since in't no business, think I'll go up and tear off
another piece of that there blond beaver." George began
No you don't. She be in demand tonight. I want her bright eyed
and wiggly tailed for then. You want a piece you go do little
Sara. Practice her up on her sucking. Martina's crowd likes
that in tacco land I heard." Max ordered.
George hid his disappointment in the loss of the new poon but
then little Sara was a fine bitch too. Max had kept her to his
self and the customers till now. The red head sure had his eye
and his balls in an uproar.
<Poor little Sara, Martina and his trade sure going to.... aw
shit...don't look a gift whore in the mouth. Just fuck it and
then go on...> Old George thought to himself...
More to come..................
~Subject: Max's Cafe #5 nc.........................
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer)
~Date: 31 Dec 1995 15:43:27 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max's Cafe # 5
by Paladin
Old George flung open the door and woke up little Sara. She
looked fine. Georges old pecker, only recently drained, stiffened
again at the sight. Small tits and small everything. She looked
at him from her placed, chained in the room and said,
"Max finds you in here old man he'll cut off those puny balls."
"Get down on your knees and blow me bitch. I don't care nothing
bout Max. It's sucking I done come for." George said dropping his
pants and dragging Sara off the bed.
He seated himself, comfortably using her pillow under his flat old
ass cheeks, on her bed and forced her to a position between his
knees. He grabbed her hair and started to use her face like a fuck
toy.
Sara was use to this treatment from Max. <Why had she forced
Bruce to stop here...glu....g...>
Geroge was almost gentle with her, compared to Max, but their
was the stink of a pussy on his organ. The dirty fucker was
disgusting. Max usually used her exclusively himself when their
were no customers. <Had George done away with Max???> She
hopped.. <maybe she and Bruce could get away now. George was not
as smart as...>
"I see what Max done told me is true. You'll be a frigid cunt.
Why he told me when you open your pretty legs and the heater
come on. ahhahahahhhhh." George said as he urged her to greater
effort by the twisting of her studded ears.
"Where is that coat hanger he told me you like soo much? Seems
like he said you need a little warming up, before you get into
the spirit of things."
Sara's blood ran cold. Her tits still ached at the very thought
of the pimp whip... She whirled her tongue around the filthy pud.
She swabbed the piss hole and fucked the stupid thing into her
throat. Anything to get him off before he finds the wire Max used
to train her. ANYTHING.....
As the bitter tasting goo spirited on her lapping tongue she
relaxed and heard,
"GEORGE YOU OLD PECKER HEAD GET DOWN HERE. WE GOT CUSTOMERS!! YOU
AIN'T DONE YET... TOO FUCKING BAD..." Max bellowed.
George looked down at his shrinking pecker and nodded to Sara.
She sighed and kissed his balls. Then she said the obligatory,
"Thank you for the sweet tasting cum. I loved it. You be sure
to come back and ask for me and my mouth pussy. YA Hear."
She hated it. She resisted till the night Max instilled the
lesson on her tits and slit. Now she knew a whore had to
complement the patrons to get by here. Max's business demanded
it, and she was just one of the fixtures, now.
George fastened up his pants. He patted her on her head and said,
"Keep them lips puckered up for me bitch. Max done gave me them
for the duration." He hastened out of the room to do his masters
bidding. <She done good but I get me a coat hanger next time.
Really put her through her paces then...> George thought.
...............................................
"Lookie there you recognize that rig George?" Max inquired as
they viewed, on a surveillance screen, a huge chrome truck pull up
to their door.
"Must be Buck and Wilma's rig. Seems like they done got more
chrome since they's here last." George speculated. "Wonder what
they want? Sure ain't the fine food we got here, and that Wilma
keeps old Buck on a tight leash."
"Where be that stinking greaser cook." Max then demanded "Lazy
stinking greaser. Should make Bruce cook.... Na make too much
off'n his ass way it is, but we got to get another cook."
The door opened and a blast of hot air fought the air
conditioning inside the darkened bar.
A huge man and an amazonian woman entered. Leather clad, every inch
of them. Covered with chrome buckles and sprouting a pair of
handcuffs each.
"Buck, you old shit. How the hell are ya? And Wilma... when you
going to leave that old dick head and come work for me?" Max
demanded of the new comers.
"Get me a tequila and she'll have a beer." Buck demanded.
"Beer shit give me a tequila sunrise." Wilma demanded.
Buck took his drink and swallowed it in one gulp. Max pored
another and that too disappeared into the 'beer' belly on Buck.
After half of the third, Buck smiled and began, "I ... that is
Wilma and I got something to trade. So I thunk o' my old friend
Max... He always be on the look out for 'talent'. So I.. we
drove clear on over here to give you pick of the litter."
"Well I got a lot of stuff right now and well..." Max began.
"Come on, I told you this old fool was too stupid to do a deal with.
Martinia..." Wilma began.
"Martina...Mar...You'd deal with that thieving mex bandit?? Why
he'll rob you blind.. I do the best deals in this here town and I
be a good old boy to boot. You can count on me... You know that
Buck.. Wilma I'm hurt you'd mention that mex in my place.. I done
thought we was buddies... What trade goods we thinking bout
anyway?" Max demanded with a whipped pup face peaking out from
his shaggy unkempt hair covering.
"Well you see we was just going along. Minding our own business.
When these here teens in a 'vertable come up on us and started to
be ... annoying." Buck began.
"Bunch of teenie boppers. Cheer leaders fresh from some win at
some shitty community college or something." Wilma interjected.
"Yea'" Buck went on after downing the fourth drink. "Well you
see they was trying to pass on this here little old curve and
that kinda of pissed me off.. Wilma too."
"Ya and they was shooting us the finger so I done reached down
and got old Betsy." Buck said, "And I done convinced then to pull
over. Hard to drive less a rear tire, or two."
"Well Wilma, she was driving, wheeled the old truck over and I
done got out to show um the error of their ways."
"Liked to busted his britches, he did, when he seen the crop of
young titties them bitches done raised." Wilma added disgusted
like.
"Well you know I 'preciate a fine titted frame now and then," then
seeing her stair Buck hastily added, "course none of um are in
your class honey."
"We done thunk to put the fear of god in them bitches. So right
cold like...I says, 'Hands up!', with old Betsy starring their
dumb asses down."
"Lucky none of um said 'BOO'. Old fool would of peeded his
pants." Wilma said and took a sip of her drink as Buck glared at
her.
"Shit I done...." Buck began to argue.
"Lookie here folks. I got a business to run. You was going to
tell me of this trading material you got. Preferably afore my beard
grows so long I trip over the sucker." Mas demanded in an attempt
to hurry up Bucks long winded tail.
"See I done old ya... We go down south and Mar..." Wilma began.
"Tarnation woman, be you part mex? I don't even know what we
talking bout and you wants to go south. Buck... You and me go way
back here and I be hurt you let her talk like that to me." Max.
"You're right!" Buck said and he leaned over and slapped Wilma
down off her bar stool. "Bitch gettin..."
BLAM
Wilma shot Buck in the back as he turned to go on with his tale.
Annoyed Buck turned and advanced upon the now scrambling leather
clad woman.
BLAM .... BLAM .... BLAM BLAM BLAM
Wilma emptied her .357 into her former mate.
Buck still reached her and managed to strangle her before
expiring.
Max had stopped George from interfering in the 'family dispute'.
"Plumb terrible what people do. Ain't it." Max observed. "George
go get his keys and lets see what they wanted to trade."
"Shouldn't we go get Walt to take care of this?" George asked.
"Think a minute you dumb fuck. If they's got something illegal in
that there rig of their'n it would plumb sully their fine
sterling reputation. We better look it over first. After all, You
done heard him say, they done come here to give us pick of the
litter." Max eulogized over his fallen friends.
"Yea guess you're right." George observed going through Bucks
pockets. "Plumb shame she done ventilated this here fine leather
vest, course the pants is fine." George looked up and asked,
"Think he'd mind if I took um?"
'You know.. we could take up out back and hold little private
service. Just you, me, and their closest friends." Max observed
with a beer bottle in his fist. "You know that leather cat suit
or her'n be right comely on the red headed beaver ... when she
needs duds. Yea I think that's what we do. Help me strip un and
drag um in the freezer till closing time. Yea then we go see
what them crazy truckers done brought to trade."
The task accomplished Max drove the huge truck to the back of the
bar and he opened the large door.
"UNNNN UNNN NNNNNN" greeted he and George from the dark interior
of the cargo box.
"Shit... George go get me a light. smell like something done died
in here." Max demanded.
George returned with a light and then he too climbed into the
cargo box of the truck. Their was a sporty car (some what the
worse for the two flat tires and some dents and scratches) and
chained in front of the care were three naked females. Their
necks were connected to a chain fastened to each side of the box's
cross members.
They too were somewhat the worse for their ordeal. A leather gag
was padlocked in each mouth, effectively silencing the hapless
females in their boiling stifling prison.
"Now don't that beet all. Old Buck and Wilma up and dieing and
leaving these 'trade goods' on our door?" Max observed as he
sought to undo the locks with the key ring they had found on old
Buck.
It was hotter than blazes in that box but to save them wilted
souls Max and George endured till the securing chain was undone.
"Now come on girls we gots to get you little heinies out of here
'fore you'll melt." Max observed holding the end of the chain and
leading the stumbling nude captives to the light.
The captives, after being roasted in the box for most of the day
did not object. Then covered their treasures with their hands as
best they could and limped toward the light. The paused at the
drop off the back of the box but Max jumped down and slowly
pulled the now reluctant females out and onto the ground.
"UUUFNFNNENNN" they tried to draw his attention to the gags and
the chain around their necks.
"Yea well lets get you'll inside afore you burn to a crisp in
this here sun light." Max said and he advanced into the bars rear
door with the chain end still firmly rapped around his right
hand.
<Lordie... the tittie fairy done brought me the mother load
today. All right so they is all black beavered, still they be real
good trading stuff with the mex Martinia.> went through Max's
mind.
More to come.........
~Subject: Max's Cafe #6 nc........................... etc
~From: rgfish@rpaladin.win.net (Richard G Fischer)
~Date: Sat, 27 Jan 1996 11:14:30 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max's Cafe # 6
by Paladin
Old George's mind want into over drive. This was a bumper crop of
poon. He ran his hand over the nearest soft white ass and then he
with a burst of inspiration, said to Max,
"Whyn't we keep um."
"What for. We done got us a good string and they be all black
beavered anyway. Why if'n I didn't have Martinia coming soon,
and the blemish it'd cause on Buck and Wilma's fine memory,
I'd be plumb tempted to throw um back." Max replied with a
twisted smile that showed the twisted gaps in his teeth.
"Now don't go getting you balls all in an uproar but I got an
idea. I saw this here group of drawings by some guy, name of
Du.. someng. Line drawings they was, and they showed a rodeo
with naked poon be the cows."
"Now picture this here little heifer" George said rubbing a
smooth curved naked back, "being chased by, say old Billie on his
old nag Nellie. Now she'd be a running her little ass for the
'ther end of corral titties, a swinging this away and that, and
Old Billie boy, he be a twirling his old rope a trying to catch
her ass."
"What for he wanta do that?" Max demanded with a curious look at
his cohort.
"Well we promote a 'rodeo' out the ranch and we charge admission
and the poon here be the prizes." George went on.
"Still why he wanna do it with the horse?" Max asked
skeptically. "I mean he come here and he can plunk down his coin
and get a piece, no horse or rope or shit like at air."
"He be a cowboy ain't he? Least wise he thinks he be. And then
their's young Bud he be another un and their be a bunch of
others. Why their even be some mexs that 'uld like to think they
be cowboy and be plumb busting to compete, if we uns play these
little heifers right."
George went on explaining his brain storm. "Why to show they be
best cowboy... they be just dying sign up to show they stuff.
Just look at that other rodeo over Edgar county. Them good old
boys done lost teeth, broke arms, and shit and they's doing it
with some mangy old cows."
"And them pictures you seen. Thay's good?" Max asked skeptically.
"Maybe we could copy um for posters."
"NO NO You can do at there. Some old crook got um copyrighted and
he get's awful touchy bout people like us'n coping um."
"Shit... well we get one of them mex's does shit on black velvet
to do our'n. Be dick stiffning just to look at um."
"Yea and the poon would run like blazes." George went on.
"Why's at?" Max asked as his expression soured. He had found
the flaw in the argument.
"Cause we let the cowboy, gets um in shortest time; he get's to
put his brand on um." George explained.
"Yea yea. I think that be a good idea. Why we could have poon
dogging, and poon roping and then...." Max was stymied with
naming the events but his eyes lit up with $$$.
The captive girls standing there were, while relieved at being
out of the oven of the truck, horrified at these old men
discussing their fate so casually.
"Why poon riding and then we could give Best Cow Boy a free
night with the heifer of his choice. Bet it be biggest thing in
the county in years." George speculated.
"Why'nt we use all the bitches. I bet that new bitch...you know
the blond poon, be a real runner and she be a screamer too. She
got the legs go clear up to pay dirt."
"Why I see'd them big knockers 'o her's swinging as she try to
get away." Yea Max was now taken with the vision. It was dick
stiffening, course most times poon did go straight to Max's
little head, but this was a real throbbing boner.
"George watch the bar for while. I got to go up see how the red
headed beaver be settling in to her new home." Max ordered as he
started the long climb to the attic room where Sonia and Jan were
recovering from their gang bang. To relieve the strain on his
jeans he unzipped his fly as he went. Then he was lead by the now
dripping little head. (Guys ain't that always the way. Damn thing
always leading ya on?)
"What I do with these here fillies?" George said holding the
chain attached to the dehydrated disheveled college girls.
"Take over to the freezer. Don't wana get um over heated now do
we. I'll go get the truck after I fu... see to the new red poon."
George dragged the chain to the freezer and secured the end to
the far wall. He ran his hand over a pair of now hardening
nipples.
"Yes sir be a fine crop of tits you got there darling. I be back
shortly. Now don't you'll go way." He said as he left them, and
slammed the big solid door. He secured the pad lock to insure
that no one would stumble over the now cooling poon.
A car drove up and as soon as George saw the pair of men that got
out, he knew their was business for Bruce. George though decided
to draw these old 'boys' out a bit.
The surveillance camera had shown George two men dressed in tight
black leather garments. He sized um up.
Fucking fags, they was... George knew it. He got some dirty
glasses and filled um with the cheep beer. <These uns would not
drink beer like good old boys. They's sissy water or dacories or
something like that there.>
He offered. "First beer be on the house for you'll."
"Oh gee we would like to but we really like to go to the little
boys room and pee first." the slim smaller one said with the lisp.
<They all got that lip.> George thought. <Fucking fags.> They
ignored the beer as he knew they would.
"Oh would you lookie here. These cows are soo cute Ray. I'd just
can not make up my mind which one to use. Are you butch today? Or
am I?" The fag went on.
<Fucking fags> George thought poring himself a taste of rye to
dull the throb of his dick. Them new poon shore do look fuckable.
<Hell he wern't prejudice. Black beaver, red, blond, it don;t
make no never mind. It be them lips and the wiggle of the...>
The heavier one took up a place at the end of the bar and said,
"This is your day Jonnie. I'm the fem.." then he turned to old
George and leaned over the bar and whimpered, "This is Jonnie's
birthday and I heard you'll have a .... resident... well shall
we say ...might interest him?? And I'd so wanted to.. to give
him something today he will never forget."
<Fucking Faggot.> George thought, had he decided to play dumb and
see what fun could be had. After all it was a slow day and well
they was queer and Max would be a while upstairs.
"I... I don't know what your driving at man. I'm only an employee
of this here bar." George began with a curious look on the
portion of his face visible above the shaggy beard. "Oh you mean
you want some of the mex pookie. I got a open bottle right here."
George pulled out the fiery brown illegal liquor.
"Best in the county. Max gets it straight from the..."
"No No I'se thinking of something of a more... shall we say..
human nature?" The fag said.
George looked from the bottle and feigned perplexity. Then a
smile dawned over his rugged features.
"Well there is old Rosa. She is an old gal and ugly but I done
heard that she take out her teeth and..." George said with a
straight face. He had to bite his cheeks to keep from busting out
laughing.
"No You do not understand... We don't hold with women." the fag
said experated.
"Now man I don't like to rain on anyones parade. I mean live and
let live be my motto, but well their be a big ass marshal
herebouts. He takes a very dim view of anyone he catches fucking with
one of the sheep here bouts. Course I know a fellow over by..." George
started with a serious stair on his face. Again he managed to
stifle the smile trying to bust forth.
"No no you really don't understand. You see he and me well we
like MEN." the man said exasperated. "You know..."
"Shucks man. I like my poon straight and ..... Oh you mean old
Bruce... our back." George said with a breaking smile over his
weathered face. "He couldn't stop it this time."Yea, yea, that
might could be arranged, course we got to sort of come to an
understanding."
"Well what kind of understanding?" the man asked.
"Well you see... Old Bruce.. he don't kind of go for it either
less you sort of get him in the mood." George explained.
"Get him in the mood?"
"Well he goes for cow boys with spurs and whips and shit like at
there." George went on. "you boys would have to dress up in
cowboy Shiites and really take charge of the old boy. You know
spurs and whips and..."
"Why partner...I think we finally come to a meeting of the
minds." The man said adjusting his suddenly tight pants.
Smiling George said, "Cash in advanced and it's extra if'n you
use your own whip. I got the spurs right here and I'll throw in
the hats to boot."
The price haggling went on for a while but the deal was basically
made before the other man arrived from the men room.
The gay men went out back and dressed in the 'cowboy' garb and
advanced upon a slumbering captive Bruce.
************************************************
While this was going on Max had made the long climb to the attic
room where he 'interviewed' new potential employees.
He unlocked and opened the door. There were the two college girls
on the floor clutching their legs to their tits and trying to
hide themselves. They piered up from the 'protected position at
the monster in the door way who had so debauched them a short
time before and when their eyes fell to his crotch level, a
familiar bobbing head stuck out.
It hungered for them again. It would not be denied. Deep down
they knew this......
More to come....................
~Subject: Max's Cafe #7 nc ............................... etc
~From: rgfish@rpaladin.win.net (Richard G Fischer)
~Date: Sat, 27 Jan 1996 11:15:44 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max's Cafe # 7
by Paladin
Max stood in the doorway looking over his new poon. They were his
to do with as he might. Like a miser looking over his gold Max
got his normal woodie stiffer. <Damn that red headed beaver looks
good enough to eat. Course them red hairs in your teeth....
Yea.. well I can live with it.>
Both girls were seated, naked, on the floor. A collar locked
around their necks was chained to the wall. They had drawn up
their knees to their chins to cover themselves. They looked down
and hoped for something to save them.
"Don't you'll look cute." the monster in the door began.
"Now we all know you is Hutchie Coutchie Gals and their ain't no
need t....."
"No their is some mistake. You see we were...." Jan began to try
to reason with this monster. She had looked up from the
mesermirizing stiff sex organ protruding form its snug harbor in
Max's crotch, just in time to see a large rough hand descended.
Slappp
Jan rolled over and lost her grip on her knees. She felt as if she
had been hit with a shovel. Her jaw ached and she felt some teeth
loosen. She flattened out on her belly, daised. She sprawled out
and lay still. Modest was lost she just lay there.
"Don't never correct me gal. I say you is Huchie Cootchie Gals
and you is. Now we got that out the way, I want you'll to behave
like you does in the circus you come from." Max went on calmly.
Only his dick swayed to and fro, like a primeval one eyed snake
seeking a victim. It truth it was....
"Now I'm going to give you'll, out of the goodness of my heart, a
job here at my poon bar. Why just think of it gal!" Max puncuated
his remark with a toe to Jan's side, "Roll over gal. Afore your
little brownie gets full of me... or my boot. Like I was saying
I'm going to give you'll a home and good old boys to fuck. Why
you'll will be fucking and sucking up a storm every night, and no
need to drag your cute little buts across one county line or
nother one. Now that be fair. More than fair. Don't it cutie."
"Look whoever you are their has been some misunderstanding.
We..." Sonia stopped at the sight of Max's raised hand.
"Gal I done told you I don't like to be corrected and I plumb
don't like your attitude. No both of you get on your knees and
spread them for me. Be quick about it or I be taking it
unfriendly on your part." Max said waiting for their surrender.
The girls looked at one another and got to their knees then
opened their legs and sought to cover their precious crotches
with one hand. The other arm was crossed over the soft pink
little nipples.
"Gals... Gals... no need to be so formal with old Max. I done
seen them cunts afore. Now get those hooks of your'n away afore I
stomp um." Max demanded.
The girls, fearful of the consequences, did as ordered.
Max's grin was ear to ear. <Yes sir this be some right nice
poon. Blondie be kind of washed out but... fuckable.>
"Why just think of it gals. No more traveling around with them
tents and such. I guarantees you'll always have a roof over your
heads and stiff dicks to suck and fuck. You'll donut be lezzies
does ya?" Max asked the redning nudes.
"At's one thing I can't abide with. Lezzies...Puthhh" he spat,
"Waste of good poon. YA... Now where was I... Sucking and
fucking... speaking of which my old peter done gone and got his
self all bent out of shape for you'll. So, you'll being the
neighborly kind going to service him... Do him good poon. He
don't take kindly to you'll and I going to kick some those cute
buts."
Both girls looked horrified at the black eyed monster and
shuttered at what had been ordered.
"Poon, He be anxious and I be getting impatient. I knows it be a
great honor so I'll afficiate. You blondie.. crawl over here and
get a lip lock on the sucker. He likes that. And you red lay down
on your back and stick them scrawny legs in the air like you is
happy to see me." Max ordered.
Sonia reluctantly crawled over and kissed the stiff white tubular
projection.
"Now ain't that cute. Just like on it's first date. Girley take
that thing into your head and get to slurping and a tonguing. He
don't like his suckers to tease him. You keep that up and he'll
piss in your eye."
Sonia covered the staring eye and almost vomited at the stale
cheesy taste of it. She looked up pleading with the monster but
he grinned down and said,
"Good ain't it you Hochie Cutchy Cock Sucker. Probably best you
ever tasted ain't it?"
From his leering expression and attitude Sonia knew the desired
response.
Fighting down her revulsion she forced a smile and while nosily
slurping the disgusting organ she smiled. She smiled her best,
what the girls in the dorm called her "Shit Eating Grin". Never
had she felt it was soo approiately named.
Max, now that his pud was nestled in a warm wet hole, turned his
attentions to the apple of his eye.
"Red don't just lie there. A dick likes to know it is welcome and
wanted. Rub that little nubbin and make that hole all wet and
friendly for him. Or do I got to go stick my boot up there and
ream the damn thing out..... No No keep them legs in the air. I
swear if'n I did not know better I'd think youse apprentice whores.
One thing I can not abide is apprentice whores. I sell um to
Martinia. He has this whore house somewheres deep in Mexico. He
ain't kindly like me. He uses a barbed whip on their tits."
"Scares them titties something awful, but he gets results. I seen
one of the girls I sold him, just like you, Why she plumb begged
me to take her back after a few weeks with Martinia. Good hearted
me, I would have done it too but those flayed tits and all.
just could not see no profit in it. She is probably still down
there. that is why I done had to be sure you'll is who I thunk
you is."
Jan resolved to keep her aching back stiff. She kept her legs in
the air and started to furiously rub her clitoris. She looked
through her knees at Sonia sucking the monsters dick and hoped she
got him off before her own back broke.
Swoopooooop
The monstrous proterbance emoted from Sonia lips and sought out
Jan's red furred center. The head must have had some heat or
moisture seeking guidance mechanism as Max dropped onto the poor
terrified girl. It found and stuffed the resisting hole.
"AHAHAAHHHHHHH" Max effervesced. <This red beaver was the softest
and nicest he had had since.... well it was.... >
Jan felt her eyes bulge. The damn thing was probably going to pop
her eyes out. She struggled to get comfortable with the monsters
worm twisting and turning inside her belly. This was not to be as
Max reared back and demanded,
"Bitch I don't like to fuck dead beavers. You better get a hussle
in that little red ass or your'n or you'll make me think you is a
novice and well in need of old Martinia's whip."
Terrified at his words Jan commenced to fuck the monster back.
she met him thrust for thrust. She was fucking for her very life.
She found reserves of energy that she did not know she had.
Sonia flexing her jaw and rubbing her bruised lips looked on in
amassment at her girl friend. Scared as she was it she did not
like to think that she could do what she was seeing.
Max now getting his dick pleasured looked around and ordered,
"Don't just stand there with your tongue hanging out bitch. Show
me what a good ass licker you be. And it better be a good un. I'm
bout to make a call south on your lack of enthausim. ..... Damn
lazy bitches. Martinia get them to....."
Fear gripped her heart and Sonia dived in between the hairy dirty
moons, that were Max's ass cheeks and started to frantically lick
anything she could reach.
"Now that is more like it. I knowed you two was Hutchie Cutchie
Gals.... Ya more tongue in that old glory hole. YAAAA AHAHAAA
AA!!!!"
Jan was rewarded with the wet feeling as the monster dick seemed
to swell and then burst to spew its seeds inside her twitching
hole. She unwound from the hairy mountain between her legs and
stretched out. She felt the slimy worm like thing, once it spit,
begin to shrink and slither out of her. Her insides began to
return to their rightful places.
From her place beneath the mountain of flesh she perceived
Sonia's blond head moving back and forth over the hairy moons.
Jan knew that all her little freckles would merge with the bruises
form this and the other fucking to give her a tan complexion. Her
cunt and vagina began to throb.
She knew that she would never fuck for fun anymore. She was
ruined forever more. She would give up sex. She would go become a
nun. she would sew the damn thing up. She would...
"Nice job bitch. Now next time I want you'll to put some feeling
in it. Why I liked to fell asleep there right at the end. Why one
old gal I had here, some kind of religious nut, had to fuck her
over a slow fire. Finally did put some life in her cunt. Now I
got to do that to you'll?" Max related as he drew himself to his
knees.
He grabbed Sonia's head and positioned her face to his now slimy
shriveled organ.
"Here at the bar, you'll going to clean the customers dicks afore
they leave the room. Bad for business guy go downstairs with a
shitty dick. Get to it Gal."
Sonia did not shirk her duty. she licked and cleaned like a baby
kitten with a bowl of milk.
"How long you say you gals be with the circus?" He demanded of
Jan.
"A.....well ..... Not long...." Jan stammered. Her mind was
screaming the denial but she knew the consequences so she had to
agree.
More to come...............
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com (Richard Fischer)
~To: robin@backdrop.com (Robin)
~Date: Thu, 15 Feb 1996 03:22:26 -0800
~Subject: Max 8
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max's Cafe # 8
by Paladin
Down stairs old George and the queers had just about settled on a
price for old Bruce's services.
George though, with an eye to the future video market had,
with a straight faced, told them that they had to put Bruce
'in the mood', by wear cowboy duds, using whips and such shit.
He had explained that Bruce was a theater arts major from a
big city college, who did this scene for fun and to put himself
through college. George further explained,
"But you see he gets so tired of it, day in and day out, same old
same old. But he needs his fire lit. Now you boys look like you
could be just the type to make his day. Decked out in the right
kind of garb."
John said, "Well as long as it isn't too kinky. I mean we do have
our standards you know." John looked over at his partner for
confirmation.
Roy smiled and nodded back at his little buddy.
"Well then the price just gone up." George demanded. "If'n I got
to go do the stirring up well..." Shaking his head to signify he
wasn't enlightening old Bruce.
"Now wait a minute. Partner. We had a deal." Roy demanded.
"Then you'll going to have to go with the flow." George related.
"Well long as you say he need it. I don't really see no harm, Roy."
John said shyly.
"Yea well OK I'll go along, long as he goes for it." Roy said
indicating his lover.
"Now you'll got to wear these here cowboy duds and that is all
you'll be a wearing." George spoke snidely.
"What?? Why isn't what we got on good enough?" demanded Roy
indicating his stylish leather outfit.
"Cause Bruce don't go for just any stud muffen. He goes for his
kind of cowboys. With leather chaps and then dangly spurs, pink
hats and shit like that there." George instructed, "Why you think
he stays here to do his tricking? ..... Cowboys..... So you have to
dress up like..."
"Wait a minute... Roy we look plumb ridiculous." John said
dejected when he saw the garb old George produced from under the
bar. The Chaps, made of vinyl, were all glittered up with sparkles
and the boots, also of vinyl, had pointie toes, and sparkles too.
"This just won't do." Roy demanded. "This ain't real cowboy
stuff. This is soda cowboy stuff. We'll look plumb ridiculous.
Ain't you got something better?"
"Well Their is some real stuff, chaps, vests and shits out back.
If'n I rent ya.... no Max'ud kill me, I let you'll run off with his
stock. I mean... no na I can't do it." George played them
along, (anything for an extra buck).
"Look let us just *RENT* the good stuff from you and you keep the
proceeds. Now that would be fair." Roy observed.
"Ya well, whats to stop you'll from running off with the hole
remuda when you'se done with Bruce. No Na I can't take the
chance....Unless.... NA..." George related with a shake of his
head.
"We rent um from you and give you a guarantee. What kind of
guarantee you need?" John asked anxious to get to the fun..
Old George observed that his new customers were by now three
legged men. He had um now he sank in the barbed hook.
"Well I'll do the deal if'n you'll leave your own duds on the bunk
house fence as a sign of good faith that you'll return the shits
when you be done with old Burce."
"You mean we go in with the cowboy duds and you hold on to our
own clothes as guarantee?" Roy asked skeptically.
"No sir. I don't want to hold your clothes. .... Just put um on
the fense there where I can see um and be sure you ain't stealing
the good cowboy duds." George demanded.
"Well I don't know... Roy..." John quizzed his partner.
"Anything for you Jonnie you know.. that. After all it is your
day." Roy said.
"Shit we drove plumb out here and I got my horn up for this
sucker so .. Yea we'll do 'er." John decided with a flourish.
The two men went out back to divest themselves of their leather
clothes and then they started to put on the real Cowboy duds.
Shortly they noticed a slight problem. Their were vests, chaps, boots
with spurs and pink cowboy hats all right, but no pants and the
clothes were old and had seen better days. They also were sweat
stained and frayed.
Outraged John strode back into the bar and confronted old George in
his red silk briefs only. His dick outlined vividly his desire to
get on with it.
"What in tarnation do you spect us to do like this?' John
demanded. Roy slunk in behind his partner, nodding his head. He
had his hands crossed in front of his sex but he was obviously in
heat for the encounter, or was it the sight or his lovers ass?
"Well hell man I didn't know you was going to go trapsing all
over the place, Man don't point that thing in here. Max runs a
family place in here. You'll go get out there and see old
Bruce." George demanded keeping the queers from behind the bars.
<Dang fools! Why can't they get on out there and get to er. Now I
have to back up the tape again to start. Max hates to waste the
taping of these things.>
"But their ain't no pants in them smelly duds, man." John explained.
George looked incredulously at the pair and said.
"Pants??? Pants?? What do you need pants for man? You'll shy or
something? I thought you'se was interested in some old in and out
with old Brucie there. Now get on with it or get out. How the hell
you going to do the dirty with boots on and your panties down round your
ankles. Get on out of here and take off the panties, shit. I
done told you old Bruce likes the cowboy stuff. Now got on with
it! He'll just melt at the sight of those dicks." George had to
turn away to hide the mirth in his face.
The pair of fruits looked at each other and saw the twisted logic
of it. With slouching shoulders they went out back, removed the
last of their own clothes and donned the abbreviated cowboy garb.
They carefully folded their own clothes and placed them neatly on
the bunk house fence. Squaring their shoulders they observed a
stick out appendage that rairly saw the light of day.
"Well John the chaps sure do set off that old log of your'n."
Roy said getting into the spirit of the thing. The sight of his
partners penis poking out from the chaps and casting a shadow on
the worn black leather boots was plumb dick hardening to him.
"You don't look half bad your self Roy." John observed. "I guess
that old boy back there did have something bout these cowboy
duds. Why if I did not know you, I'd fall for you all over
again. Cow boy all the way."
The pair presented old George with quite a sight as they hobbled
to the little shack where Bruce was kept. The pair of them in high
heal boots, with spurs, chaps, leather vests and pink cowboy
hats was ...... well different. It was also recorded for a future
video by the hidden cameras and tape machine. Old George while
viewing this, had tears in his eyes. These old boys were going to
really light old Bruce's day. <Hell these is going to be easy.
The fools.>
******************************************
Bruce was imprisoned in the little shack, out back, naked, just
like the girls inside the cafe. A wide collar around his neck
hat was attached to the wall. (Old Max did not show any sex
difference to his pleasure employees.)
The door opened and two men entered with their logs stiff. This
pair were horny and decked out in a parity of working cowboy
gear. Bruce whose normal customer was a horny long hall trucker
starred at the invaders with mounting fear.
"Now look here...er... men. I am a prisoner here and I don't know
what they told you but well please help me to get away." Bruce
tried to explain.
"Well I don't know, Roy. Maybe we should..." John began in a
moment of compassion.
"John, don't be a fool, that old boy out yonder there done told
us this be part of the scene. Let's go with him. Go get down that
whip yonder and lets get on with it. I bet we could make him
dance up a storm if'n we aim for the pecker..." Roy cajoled his
doubting side kick.
John rushed over to the wall and was stymied at the selection of
leather implements.
"Which un do you think he'd like?" John asked no one in
particular.
"Don't, please don't, I don't like any of them please justr...."
Bruce pleaded..
"Bring me the long snake like un and please your self John. This
here old boy likes um all, I'll bet." Roy demanded. (His dick was
standing straight up and hard as an iron bar. It was the first
time he had had the power to whip another man and that was
intoxicating.)
John no sooner handed him the bull whip when Roy unlimbered the
thing and flexed his wrist.
SNAPPP!!! The leather sang off to the right side of the hapless
pleasure employee.
"NO NO Please don't hurt me I'll do anything you ask. Just don't
hit me with that thing." Bruce pleaded shielding his exposed nuts
and soft dick with his hands.
"Jonnie get your self down one of these here things, or try here
out. Why this here action be plumb invigorating. Just try it.
Here here take this un and see if you can dust the suckers nuts
with an underhand cut." Roy demanded of the party boy.
John reluctantly took the leather handle and promptly snapped the
handle back and hit Roy a glancing blow to the nuts... by
accident.
"DAMN DAMN THAT HURTS...JOHNIE BE CAREFUL.... Here let me show
you how it is done." Roy shouted as he snatched the whip from a
horrified John.
Bruce, who had observed the amateur handling of the whip stood up
and tried to dissuade the obvious amateurs from their whip
handling. Roy observed his target no longer protected by hands
and flexed the leather tongue out to caress the shriveled fleshy
tube.
"OHOHOHOHOOOOO GODOODOGGGOOOO" Bruce doubled over and coiled up
protecting his now stinging penis and holding his nuts in a death
grip.
"Please Please no more I'll do anything. Don't hit me with that
whip..." Bruce begged.
Roy Said, "Now I think we got him going. Jonnie go get yourself
another whip. A short un you can control. I don't want any more
accidents with my nuts."
John ran to the wall and took down a short leather strap and
returned holding it up for Roy's inspection.
"Yea, that is more your speed. Now stand over to the side of him
and commence to reddening that flabby white ass of his'n."
John started out slowly and was very reluctant to stop even when
the white moons had turned red. (He too became enamored with the
power over the helpless Bruce.)
Roy stayed John's hand and ordered Bruce,
"Get on up here sucker and pleasure my old log, or I'll have him
continue to play with your ass. I might even take a turn on them
shriveled nuts of yourn."
Bruce scrambled to his knees and housed Roy's log with one gulp.
He reasoned that John would cease his playing when his friend's
dick was in Bruce's oral cavity.
John held up his hand and Roy demanded,
"Deep throat that log you queer bastard." Roy held Bruce's hair
and withdrew form the moist hole. He shook his head 'yes' and
ohn struck the sore ass with his leather belt.
Bruce stunned looked up and opened his mouth to howl but Roy
plumbed for the floor through Bruces body. All that came out was,
"AAAANANNUUUUUMMUUMMUMUNNNN"
"Now that is more like it." Roy observed.
From his vantage point old George thought, <That old boy knows
how to put Bruce through the ringer. Damn shame he is going to be
leaving so sudden like.>
Roy came in no time and Johnnie took his place. He was not as
demanding as his lover and Bruce easily got him off.
While the queers were resting and getting um up for their next go
at old Brucie the door bust open and the Marshal, with his
tailored tan uniform and pointy star burst in demanding,
"What in the Sam Hill is going on here you perverts? You men are
molesting this poor young boy. I ought to blow you away."
The long 7 1/2" barreled Colt .45, in his hand left no doubt that
he could do just that. The moment was electric. Both gays,
dressed in their abbreviated cowboy costumes, cowered there with
their now shriveled peckers covered by their hands. No argument
were possible, no defense. Then old George appeared behind the
Marshal. He hesitated not one minute. He tapped the law man
behind the left ear and down went the officer of law and order.
George then rushed over to the cowering queers shouting,
"You boys is dead meat. Marshal here got word some how and he
wants your asses..... I done cold cocked him out of it for a
while but well you boys got to make tracks out of here...Now!
Else wise when he comes too he is mad enough to get a rope
right now. Why he might even string me up with ya!""
Roy said, "But But we.... I mean we got ..."
"He'll settle for your car and clothes maybe but well if you want
to argue about it... Look over there..." George directed their
gaze over to the returning boys for their nightly fun at the
cafe.
That hog leg Colt's eye convinced them to vamose... Pronto.
George handed them a key and said,
"My old pick up be at the corner of the building. It be full of
gas and if'n I was you'll I'd take it and run like blazes. Don't
stop till you got back where you came from. I'll try an hold um
off."
Jonnie saw the logic in that and ran out the door. Roy grabbed
the key and ran after him. Old George winked at the prostrate
Marshal. He stood up and went to the door. He started to
slowly empty the contents of the Colt in a lazy bracketing
pattern around the fleeing gays.
"Stop!!! Stop you damn queers." Marshal Wade shouted.
Then when they were in the beat up old pick up and headed east he
turned to old George.
"How did I do?" he asked George.
"Fine fine. Then old boys going to be running clear to the state
line. They sort of run funny. Must be the boots.. Well let's go
divie up the clothes and stuff. Max gets his off the top o'
cource. " George observed as he and the Marshal moseyed to the
fence and began to pick through the garments left behind by the
fleeing gays.
"Should do this more often." the Marshal speculated.
"Na regular customers wouldn't stand for it but these tourists,
they be easy pickings." George told him.
*******************************************************
Upstairs Max heard the shooting and looked out at the fleeing men
in pink cowboy hats. They jumped into the old pickup and tore out
of the parking lot.
Max smiled. <Boys be at it again. Better get on down there and
look over the pickings. Don't trust them boys. They just plumb
don't have ma best interest to heart.>
Max walked over to the wall and unhooked Sonias tethering.
"Come along little doggie. The boys are going to love them lips
o' yourn." he said as he dragged the naked blond away from her
friend and down the stairs to the bar.
More to come......
====================================================
Paladin
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com (Richard Fischer)
~To: robin@backdrop.com (Robin)
~Date: Wed, 28 Feb 1996 17:45:06 -0800
~Subject: Submittal Max's Cafe #9 nc....
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max's Cafe # 9
by Paladin
Sonia was embarrassed but she was not able to do anything to stop
Max from dragging her in his intended direction. The monster
lead her by the collar attached to the chain. This he held
securely in his massive right paw. She could not resist as he
exited the room. (She wanted to stay with Jan. She wanted to hide
her nudity...She wanted to go home to her mommie...) As he
dragged her outside the confines of the room, she quickly tried
the two handed sex cover she, and all her sex, had used from time
immorial.
Max hesitated in the hall, and returned to the door frame. From
there he bellowed to Jan,
"Gal I come back in here, I want to see that there poon o' yourn
facing this here door and all juicy and ready for my old pecker.
Now You get them pins up in the air, all friendly like. Good...
now they better be that a way when I get back. Now show old Max
how them circus animals like their poon.... Come on gal you know
what to do.... Strum that bud.. You'd best get to it,.... better
'n that, girlie afore I come over there and put my boot in
'er..... That's better... Just like that there. Now you keep her
all nice and mushie for me. I'll be back sometime and I want to
see 'er just like at there. God I love a red headed beaver.
Hunch.... Well come along little doggie. We got's to put you to
the plow."
SLAMMM
He closed the door and then flung it open suddenly.
"Don't you go being let me down gal. Keep them pins up there.
AND . Just think of one of them animals you liked whilst you
was in the circus. Did your act have a goat??? .... Or dog???
No never you mind. Old Max 'll think of something good for your
little poon."
SLAMM
Jan, thoroughly terrified, kept her legs up and continued
stroking her clit till she was sure he had left and she heard
the retreating foot steps. Only now was she 'safe', with him
down the stairs. She knew those boots would surely hurt stuck up
her ass and she was sure the monster was not joking with her. She
secretly prayed he would forgot about the animals. She hopped....
<Linda's boyfriend had gone to a show where the girl had had a
dog.... OH GOD...>
She had known MAX a short time but she feared him more than
anything in her life. Shuttering at the thought of him.
Unconsciously she continued to rub her love button and
was dumbfounded with the shattering cum that resulted. <What is
happening to her. She hated this and him... or did she??>
**************************************
Sonia was mortified as she was dragged by her neck down the
stairs and into the bar like some dog following her master. Naked
as the day she was born, dripping sperm and smelling like a
whore, clutching her tits and slit with her hands. She cringed
when Max led her to the bar and said to the assembled men,
"What was all the shooting bout?? I miss some fun?"
He reached into the cooler and bit the top off a bottle of golden
yellow fluid. He took a long long pull and went on,
"Fucking these Hutchie Cotchie gals is sure draining on a man. I
plumb parched." Max wiped his dribbling lips on the back of his
sleeve and put down the bottle on the bar. His left hand slipped
in Sonias fold. He commenced to fingering her holes. As their
wner it was his right.... wasn't it...??
"Aw just had to run off a couple of queers." George answered.
"Added their duds and car to our stock."
"I heard um drive off." Max interjected.
"Yea they stole one of the mex's truck.. Plumb can't trust them
queers. Marshal here is going after um... in a while.. I recon."
old George answered.
"Fucking must agree with this old gal. She don't look all that
worse for wear." George observed. "Why I wouldn't mind a piece of
her tail right about now." running his rough old left hand over
a smooth white expanse of Sonia's right ass cheek.
"Plumb fuckable. Why she sure nuff looks ready." Marshal Wade
added as he reached out to fondle a firm white mound of the
reluctant girl.
"Hay Hay that'll cost you Marshal. You ain't no employee. Now old
George here.... Well it is part of his salary.... You are a city
employee. An officer of the law. A role model for the young uns...
You wanna fuck with her you pay the standard fee."
"Aw Max you know I can't afford the prices you charge, sides
you're the mayor and you should just give me some." Wade wined.
"Well I got some poon I need warmed up and delivered. They be
black beavered but well beggars can't be choosers."
"George run out them little fillies for the Marshal. They be
probably cooled off by now." Max ordered.
George went into the back and withdrew the cooled students from
the freezer.
"Manual you pay tension to your cooking. Max'll cut off your
slimy brown log of your'n, he seen you even looking at some of
his poon, like at there. You be cutting off another finger tip
and I don't want none o' your parts in the stew." George
admonished the cook laboring over the evening fare for the cafe.
<Fuck you old gringo. I fuck um all... when I get money... or a
chance when you and Senior Max not looking. I chawawooa. that
PUTA got nice titias. Rosa's be nice but this puta... I YA YA Ya
yaaaa> Manual thought as he hid his woodie under the table.
The cheer leaders, first over heated in the truck box and now
frozen from the freezer only too happily stumbled along led by
old George. After their ordeals they had no fight left in um.
Docily they followed the tug to their necks. What more could
happen to them.....
A tent seemed to have risen in Marshal Wade uniform pants. Now
the male rod threatened to poke a hole through the denim. He
would warm um up. Black beavered or no. Wade was not a prejudice
man. In his vision of the world, especially now "POON WAS POON".
"George give the Marshal the leash. I think he likes these little
ones." Max ordered. Max was idly fingering Sonia's goodies and
directing the others like some king holding medieval court.
"Marshal, I need these little ones shorn and deposited at the
corral at the ranch. Now I could have old George here do er, but
we got the dinner crowd to take care of and other things. So you
think you can do that. I'll call Philipie, the barber, and tell
him to get out his sheering stuff. I want to remove all that
nasty black stuff off um." Max inquired. "I hates black beaver.
Married one once. Cold hearted bitch when she spread her legs the
heaters throughout the county went on..."
"Sure nuff Max I'll do 'er for you, but when do I get to fuck um?"
The marshal asked.
"Well I'll just leave that tween you and your pecker. They be
fuckable now but all shorn down they be plumb dick hardening.
Makes no never mind to me." Max related, "Long as they wind up
all nice and snug in the barn tonight when I go out there.
Course if'n you think you'd rather be out chasing them swinging
dick eaters I could get someone else."
"No No I'll do er for you Max. You know I'd do anything for you."
The Marshal declared. "Sides them dick eaters be running out of
gas right bout now and they'll be there bouts till I go collect
m."
He grabbed the leash from old George and starting out the back
door.
Max removed his index finger from Sonias works and held it up to
her face.
"Cum soaked bitch. I sware you Hutchie Cutchie Gals is just
magnets for it. Suck that up and clean that finger so I can dial
old Philipie and not fuck up the phone." Max demanded of Sonia.
"And get them paws down. Why if'n I didn't know better I plumb
suspect you is inexperienced at showing off them titties."
Sonia blanched, but when a frown started on Maxes old face she
decided to do it quick. She released her precious fleshy orbs and
took Max's wet digit to hand. She guided it to her mouth and
began to clean the mess off it.
"Use that little pink tongue to clean the whole thing. Plump
forgot to wash them suckers after I done fucked girlie up there."
Max demanded while she had the filthy digit in her mouth.
When the finger was clean to his satisfaction Max punched the
number in the phone. As soon as this task was done the finger
commenced to tracing Sonias neither lips and works.
"Gal you be one horny bitch.. I like that..."
"Philipie... that you.... I sent that worthless lump Wade over
with some of my poon. I nee..."
"Philipie.. I know you ain't no pussy shearer, but you got yourn
tools.......
"Ow come on...It is just like you does with the sheep... Little
less hair maybe but I plumb like the way you done them sheep
other day over at Henerys."
"NO NO you don't have to screw up your place. Do um in the yard
out back of your place. That be better all round."
"Yea well I'm betting on you Pardner. Do um up good. I want um
slick and shinny. Plumb dick stiffening."
"Well...OK but only one... I want um out the ranch afore sun down
and you take too long to come again after the first spirit. Tell
the Marshal I said it was all right."
"
CLICK
Max held up his finger again and Sonia engulfed the stinking
digit. This time without being told she cleaned it and blew it
dry.
Max diddled with the servalence camera and adjusted the zoom to
cover Philipie's fenced in yard. He observed the Marshal arriving
there and he punched up the record button.
"This'll make a plumb entertaining scene for a movie. Why I know
I'll dedicate it to Buck and Wilma's memory... after all they did
provide the poon." Max vouched. That task started and the
recorder preserving the scent Max turned his attention to Sonia.
"Now gal I usually have a friendly little card game in here at
night and I likes to have the losers all go home happy. That's
going to be your job." Max revealed to Sonia.
He led her over to the card table and fastened her collar to an
eye bolt under the table.
"Now when we is playing I want you to go from man to man. Get a
lip lock on im and drain the sucker dry. No candy ass kissy shit.
You suck them peckers and do er quick." A horrified Sonia heard
from under the table.
"George come over here and try her out. Gal need some practice
afore the big game."
Sonia heard a shuffling of feet and then a pair of naked knees,
levies around the ankles appeared with her under the table. This
presented her with the view of a withered old penis and slack
ball sack between the hairy thighs.. She was horrified at the
view of the vile thing and the task required of her. She pulled
back to the limit of her chain and stared at the horrible
disfigured organ she was to service. Suddenly her neither lips
were bathed with a low flame. She lurched forward to safety
between the legs. Reluctantly she engulfed the withered old
stump like organ out of shear defense.
When he determined that she was frantically sucking the dick, Max
released his pressure and withdrew the butane lighter from under
her ass.
"I catch you slacking off and I'll just light you up again. You
hear me gal."
Sonia grunted but continued her frantic servicing of old Georges
organ. The daised smile on George's face was a sight to behold.
"George, you old fart, you getting a good suck, or do I do er up
again?" Max inquired.
"Gal sure nuff got the hang of the thing. She can swing on my old
log any time." George observed with his satisfied smile. He took
possession of her ears and directed the sucking mouth like some
fuck toy.
Hearing this Sonia commenced to make slurping noises hoping that
that would forestall any new flames at her already smarting ass.
"Mind gal you keep them pearly whites to your self. Can't have
my customers going home to the little woman with teeth marks. You
just puts lots of suction in er." Max ordered the subjugated
woman.
More later........
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From : RPALADIN@IX.NETCOM.COM
To : ROBIN ROBERTS
Subj : Submittal nc..................................etc
Numb : 8883 Date : 03/04/96 8:32p
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From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com (Richard Fischer)
To: robin@backdrop.com Max #10 (Robin)
Date: Tue, 5 Mar 1996 04:28:08 -0800
Subject: Submittal nc..................................etc
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max's Cafe # 10
by Paladin
Meanwhile at Philipie's front door, recorded by MAX's
servalances camera, Marshal Wade arrived with his coffle of nude
females. He called out to the little house,
"Philippie you lazy shit, get out your tools, and get your ass
ready. You got customers." the Marshal said dragged his charges
to the front of the modest little adobe house as he reached for
the door knob.
From the front window a reply informed the Marshal,
"Senior Max, he call. He says I can do um in the yard. So take um
out back and I'll get my tools. I be there pronto for Senior
Max. But I no want the all that hair and shit in my nice clean
hacienda."
"You ought to be plumb honored to have all this poon on the hoof
in your house. You dumb greaser." the Marshal argued as he led
his reluctant charges to the rear of the house. He let himself in
the rear gate and closed it firmly behind him.
Then the Marshal, while he waited, commenced to again examining
the poon. In the bright sunlight the cheer leaders nudity was
plumb inspiring to any man's gonads. As Max had observed the
tit fairy had been extra generous to these gals.
The horrified captives were mortified. Standing nude, tethered
in a dusty yard, yoked to their friends. Their charms being
explored by this ... this man.
Here an officer of the law was running his hands over their
treasures and comparing them like animals for sale on an
auction block. Weighing a tit here and plucking a labia there.
Why it was just not dignified.... Besides his hands were dirty.
(Just no pleasing some women. Men now are easier to please.)
A dirty little brown man emerged from the back door with some
tools in his weathered brown hands. He stumbled at the sight and
stopped there just outside the door. Dumbfounded by the sight of
all this female pulchritude exposed for all to see in his humble
back yard. Truly Senior Max had honored his sheep shearing
business. Philipie was proud. His humble talent had been
recognized....
"Senior Max, he find the best putas you bet 'u. I...." he said as
the tools dropped from his dirty hands. He advanced, with his right
hand outstretched. It was drawn to the feel a smooth white fleshy
orb.
"I.... Madra de Deos. This puta be all tities. I like... Wait...
Wait... This one, she is.... I... this...."
(Decisions ....Decisions.... Philipie wanted ...... well just
like you... all of um....)
The dark brown paw went from the tit to a black beavered cleft on
another unfortunate prisoner. This one tried to turn away from his
fondling but a firm grip on the pubic hair held her in place for
the brown index fingers insertion. Just like when a sheep pulled
away from the little brown man during his shearing. He was
experienced with sheep... Chained and naked these women truly
were just like sheep for shearing.
Philipie's pants stood straight from the crotch at the first
sight of the string and now the fabric strained to contain the
woodie as he was now convinced that *THESE WERE REAL!!* No
mirages for the little brown man and his pecker today. Naked
gringo putas in his own yard and he could use one.... <Eye
chawaaii!!> he thought as his fingers slid into an unwilling
agina.<Soo smooth and pink... Which one I going to do??? This
one... That one... Or???>
Truly Senior Max must favor him and his talents...
The third girl turned to escape the greasers hands and was
rewarded by the invasion of her ass cheeks instead.
Philipie was on over load and not to be denied. If he could not
feel the tit or cunt... then an ass would do. He closed with the
third bitch and wedged her into the fence. He reached around and
captured her left tit with his left hand. He pushed his right
hand up along the ass slit to the warm pink hole hidden there. He
now had all her privates in his possession. Philipie was a happy
man. All he needed was for his dick to replace his finger and...
"I fuck this bitch..." He announced. <My balls going to splode..
soon. I do this one... Then when he see the good shearing I do,
Senior Max, he let me do um all...>
"Now hold on there pardner. Max said you was to shear um but I
don't know nothing bout no brown pecker ramming the poon." Wade
said. "Course maybe me and you can come to some greement."
"Senior Max say I get to do one of 'em, and I choose this un...
now...." Philipie informed the official, straining to relieve
his hardon from the confines of his jeans. He tore the button off
the jeans when it did not release fast enough...
"I guess if'n Max says it is ok, then go do er. Your little brown
brain won't be fit for nothing anyway till the blood shifts from
that slimy brown pecker of your'n anyway." The Marshal observed,
(Besides he wanted a piece of one of them too, to relieve his
straining pecker too. This now was his chance too. Their were soo
many nice warm wet little holes for him that he resolved that this
would not be a one time hump.
<Let the little mex do one of um now. I'll do one and then later
at the ranch I'll do another un .. or two ... or three.... Yea ..
Now which one will I do this time...> the Marshal thought.
After all, all work was dulling and Max had promised him some of
them too. Might as well get started on his pieces too. Take the
cutting edge offen his stiffie.
Philipie drawers fell around his ankles right there in the yard.
<Fuck the neighbors... I going do her... Rosa come over I fuck
her too .... after this big titta bitch.>
He forced the object or his lust to bend over and stick her upper body
through the opening between the second and third fence rail. Her
head and her tits hung down on one side and her smooth white ass
stuck up there all bright and fuckable right in front of the
stiff brown pecker. (Who could ask for more???) The heat seeking
.. or was it the moisture seeking guidance in the brown muscle
sought out and gained purchase in the hole.
As they were linked together, all the unfortunates had to assume
a similar position. Head down and ass up divided by the fence.
As if it had been choreographed they all commenced to bobbing as the
overexcited mexican forced his dick in and out of his choice fuck
hole. He seemed to go wild in the soft pink depths. So it was
not all that wet... So it was really almost dry and tight. The
sex mad mex's woodie did the thinking and stuffing. It went on
automatic... Sex mad automatic...
(Ain't that always the way guys?? You can't trust them stiff
dicks.. but you got to love um!!)
Drawn by the oscillations of the whole troupe of girls, the Marshal
unzipped his stylishly creased pants and sought to find a docking
port for his white organ. He was hard pressed to find and skewer
an oscillating available hole of his own. He finally settled the
bitch farthest from the horny, humping of the crazed mex.
The oscillations were less here, so his pecker soon found a black
hair framed hole bounded by two lucious white moons. He bent his
knees and probed for his goal. He gained entrance after a few
ries. (Moving targets were hard with a hardon, but the guidance
of that thing went through it's search smoothly.)
<Can't even member which bitch this is, but who cares....
AHHHAAA> The Marshal thought as he sunk into the now wet depth of
the captive's bowels. (Any hole in a frenzy)
She squealed but then who was listening to her? He loved it and
his dick loved it so two out of three.... Close enough for
a city employee.. even the chief law man hear abouts.
Philipie reached his limit of endurance and spewed his load. Even
though it hurt he continued to hump the nice white ass, reluctant
to relinquish his formally pleasurable position. He hoped for a
renewal from the cock fairy.... (Fat chance!) He looked over and
the fat gringo Marshal was porking the end puta.
<Just gime that fuckers dick.> he prayed.
Philipie bent over the girl and grabbed two hands full of those
marvelous tities. He grasped them and twisted like the handles on
his old kitchen sink. Anything to revitalize his hard on.
"Come on you puta... Come on... more ... more .... Andela"
Philipe ordered.... then begged but he had shot his wad...
The damn thing refused to stiffen. (Damn shame ain't it guys?)
Philipie gave up his quest for another woddie and stepped back
from his pleasure hole. He damn near broke his neck, hobbled by
the jeans, but when the blood allowed his big head to resume the
thinking he adjusted.
Longing for another dick to use on the crop of swaying white
moons, Philipie drew up his jeans and observed the Marshal's
humping.
<Gringo fool! He not much mano. No calones.... I wish I had his
hard on...>
Philipie retrieved his shearing tools and got out the long
extension cord. He connected the electric razor and advanced on
the swaying smooth white asses. He toyed with the idea of goosing
the Marshal with the now buzzing instrument.
<Stupid gringo... He no cum... Maybe I help him?? NA..>
The Marshal backed away and turned from his 'docking port'. This
gave Philipie an unobstructed view of the shriveled organ and
stopped his thoughts of goosing the Marshal during his fucking.
<Such a small thing... Not much mano this gringo... I cut it off
him next time he hit me when I get a little drunk and shoot up
the town... Yea I cut it off and stick it in his ear.... Na
Senior Max he no like that... but I do it pronto if he tell
me... Tomorrow I ask him...>
"Well don't just stand there you ignorant greaser. I done cum and
I only do gals. You find your friend .... uh .... whatever you
wanna suckie. Get on with the shearing I got these here poon to
deliver and some car stealing queers to round up..." Marshal Wade
ordered tucking his pleasured organ inside of his pants.
He wiped his hand on a smooth white ass and watched with
disinterest as the little mex, taking advantage of the exposed
asses, cleaned up the black hair around the rear holes first.
This produced violent shaking of the females. Never had they had
anyone do this denuding of their most private of holes, besides
it tickled.
Philipie moved on and did the bottom of the labia and took his
own sweet time.
<A sheep I do quick and make more money but these putas.... I
chawaii...> He lingered over the female organs and marveled at
their smooth white lips and the pink inner skin. He took the
liberty to assure the nasty hair was gone and their was no
stubble left here before he went on to the next one.
"Come on you lazy greaser... I got places to go and things to do.
Can't you hurry this up. You ain't even started on the bush yet."
the Marshal demanded.
"Gringo jew want do this, jew go ahead but I tell Senior Max and
he cut your balls off I bet you." Philipie observed as he ran his
dusty brown right hand over the last labia. He was getting
another hard on. Along with stiffening his prick, his back bone
ook on a straighter position..
"Well OK but put a little hustle in it...." the Marshal demanded
exasperated. He knew Max had ordered the shearing and would be
powerful displeased if he found them half done... <I should shoot
that upittie mex son o' bitch but I'll wait till he does the poon
up all smooth and slicker than shit. Then I'll just plug him...
I know I'll do him in the pecker. A mex with a hole in his
pecker..... Wont be worth shit.... Yea....>
More to come.............
===============================================================
Robin I hope you have gotten the past few posts.
Paladin
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From : RPALADIN@IX.NETCOM.COM
To : ROBIN ROBERTS
Subj : Submittal Max 11................................etc
Numb : 12371 Date : 03/10/96 5:59a
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From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com (Richard Fischer)
To: robin@backdrop.com (Robin)
Date: Sun, 10 Mar 1996 13:01:29 -0800
Subject: Submittal Max 11................................etc
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max's Cafe # 11
by Paladin
Meanwhile back at the bar Max's attention was divided between the
images of the events taking place in Philipie's yard and the
customers lining up for Sonia's lip servicing at the card table.
True the camera was recording the remote events but, well, Max
wanted to see it first hand also.
Max was sure he missed getting his rent from a few hands of cards
while he was enthralled, observing the shearing / fucking in
Philipe's yard, Those who were past over got the 'circus' gals
mouth for free. What a give away for the bar!
Sonia was sucking #20 or was it #21. The dicks just kept coming.
She would be only half way done with a slimy meaty rod and she
would hear another chair draw up to the table. Another pair of
knees would appear at the periphery of her vision. They would
frame another stiffening slimy organ in a forest of icky smelly
pubic hair.
Her lips were numb. Her neck hurt and she knew she would never
get rid of the slimy salty taste of cum from her taste buds.
While she was thinking of her troubles, she lost her
concentration on the job at hand....
Sonia commenced to coughing as a load was going down. It went
down the wrong way. This loss of her concentration caused the
spew to be deposited in her bronchial tubes. The result was now
her nose commenced to running cum.
<OH GOD... Yuch..... Will this never end.> went through her
brain as she struggled to breath. Now she not only tasted cum but
she smelled cum with every ragged breath she managed.
"Max I think this un is plumb full up." came the comment as a
hand seized her hair, and pulled her straight up. While she was
choking, and attempting to bend over her new assignment, a grisly
old face poked itself under the corner of the table, and went
on,
"Why she done swallowed so much cum her hair's done turned all
white. Max we need another one. One that is really really
thirsty. One like that red beavered poon I heard about from
this afternoon. Yea my old horn 's up and I ain't had none of
this here gal's mouth loving going ta do er for me. Why I ain't
had none for a month of sundays. Bring out that other circus
gal... The boys say her poon be pure red velvet. You know the
red beavered one they done told me of." the old man demanded.
Annoyed, Max turned his attention to the snivling novice cock
sucker's table and retorted,
"Now you hold that there pecker of yourn by the tweezers you'll
uses to find her and my employee will do her directly... That is
if'n your sure you don't want me to have George fetch old Brucie.
Seems to me you and he done hit it off right friendly like, last
time you come in here....." Max stroked his shaggy beard and went
on, "Or was it one of Sam's sheep you was mooning for them?" Max
took a pull on another long neck bottle to moisten his
disposition. The video had caused him to go dry... It had also
got his 'horn' up again for some poon.
The old man let go of Sonia's hair and resumed his seat at the
table. He reached into his vest and drew out a draw string poke.
"I plumb got a hankering for that red un Max. This hear suckie
suckie white um just don't get my old pecker up." the old man
complained.
"Rob that there poon be private stock .... for the moment... Why
I'm thinking on keeping her private for my own pecker... Then too
their is the fact that she's done fallen in love with my old
meat, from the last time..." Max answered. "Why she be upstairs
right now just a pining and a strumming her bud for me. And you
want me to betray that tender feeling... You is plumb heartless.
Probably got a stone in you chest."
"Ya big ugly bug faced fool why in tarnation would a gal like
that even want to be in the same room with you... I know...
Lets see if it is love or .... what.... How bout $1000." The
old man answered.
"Naaa you old billy goat, sides where'd you get a thousand
dollars american, if 'n I was to says ya??" Max demanded.
The old fellow smiled and pored out a dab of sparkling yellow
metal from his poke onto the green felt covered table.
"Gold good nuff for trade hereabouts?" he inquired. "I'm plumb
out o' green backs but this here be better anyway."
A hush fell over the crowd. All eyes went to the little bit of
gleaming metal on the felt table covering. The old desert rat
had been out there for years and judged by most loco. But here
was a factor no one had taken into account. (Had he found the
mother load??)
"Why that ain't near nuff." Max observed. "It'd take ... let me
see... 5 .... no .. 6 ounces to make a thousand dollars.."
The old man shuffled the poke again and more of 'The Sweat of the
sun' as the natives called it, flowed out.
"I recon 3 ounces be more that nuff to make a thousand and a
right nice tip for the poon." the weathered old man observed.
"Now go get the scales you use for the loco weed to measure it
up. That is if you ain't craw fishing on the deal, Max."
Max was in a conundrum. He wanted to keep the red beaver for his
self, and he wanted that poke and the two seemed mutually self
exclusive. He went to get the scales and put it on the bar. He
turned the adjustment knob full tilt seriptiously.
<Be the most spensive poon the old fart done ever had.> Max
thought confident in his deception of the old desert rat.
"Now this here coin be an honest ounce." the old man said
removing a Canadian Maple Leaf from his tattered jeans. He placed
it on the scales and to everyone's surprise it came up shy of the
scales indicated ounce. (Obviously Max had been selling um their
smoke cheaper than he ought... Such a benefactor to the lonely
cowboy out there on the range.)
"Dang thing must be broke." Max observed.
"NA I think it just be out of adjustment." George commented. "I
think we done been giving away the smoke as of late." Putting a
better light on the situation.
The crowd that had gathered to see the yellow metals weighing
groaned, but looked on with interest as the desert rat and George
adjusted the scale so it read an honest ounce.
<Damn smart old fart.> Max thought.
When the adjustment was completed Max took possession of the coin
and bit it. Sure nuff the metal deformed proclaiming it was indeed
the soft yellow metal and not copper or lead.
Max made to place the coin in his pocket but the old man
demanded,
"I'll have my coin back Max. It be my good luck piece, you know.
Got great sentimental value, then too the thing be worth big money
too."
"Oh yea, I plumb forgot." Max answered reluctantly giving back
the deformed coin. "Now let me see ... Seems to me that gold was
$ 200 or was it 250 an ounce..."
"You tarnation idiot it was close to $400 last paper I saw." the
wise prospector demanded.
Billie Bob brought forth the financial page and settled the
matter before blood was shed. Reluctantly Max agreed to 3
ounces but made a mental note of where the old man put the poke
in his vest ... for future reference.
"Rob you got a claim somewheres up their in the hills north or
ere?" Max inquired.
"I sure nuff got me a find but it ain't north and I ain't saying
where it be. Only me and old 'Nelly' know where it be and we
ain't known to be right talkative. You are welcome to talk to
'Nelly' nd see if you can get that old mule to talk. Why if'n
you did I'd split my poke with you. Be plumb nice to have someone
to talk out there at my find."
"Now you done got my coin. Bring on the poon!!" he demanded.
Max looked at the screen longingly. He had the 3 ounces of yellow
metal. He would have been happy to leave it at that but the crowd
would be disappointed. Reluctantly he started from behind the
bar.
"Come on upstairs you old fool and I won't be responsible for
your continued health. If'n she pulls that wilted old stick you
call your dick with her poon.... Just you member, I warned you.
that gal got the snappiest poon I done ever seed." Max retorted
as he and the old prospector started up the stairs.
The crowd surged forward and followed the pair to the locked room
where Jan was being held.
**********************************
Jan perceived a huge herd of feet approaching.
With a groan she raised her legs up high facing the door and
commenced to strumming her bud.
<Why did she feel soo wet... She should be horrified!! She should
be dry as a bone in this waste land but her body secretly
started the buildup for some attention. Surely the monster could
not get it up again.... but the.....>
She heard someone fiddling with the lock.
<OH god he is here.... Why am I flowing. What has he made of
me...>
"Now you see! This old gal been keeping it nice and mushy for
me...AIN'T YOU BITCH??" Max demanded
"Ye.... Yes.... Sir..." Jan said straining her neck to see her
owner.
Framed by her legs she perceived Max's demonic continence, and
then her gaze showed the old man... Now her eyes focused on the
sea of male faces seeing her in this horrible position. She
started to lower her legs and covered her slit with her hand.
"It's OK gal these here is friends of mine. I share poon with
um.." Max started with a scowl starting on his face.
Jan saw the change of expression and quickly locked her knees up
and returned to rubbing her sexy little organ. She feared Max and
his parting promise to kick her hole full of boot leather.
She lay back, stared at the ceiling and awaited the monsters
disposition or her treasures. She would have no voice in their
use so she tried to lose herself in masturbation.
<Fuck the bastards... Fuck um all...I probably will...> Jan
decided in her mind...
More to come.....
~Subject: Max's Cafe #12 nc ......................... etc
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer)
~Date: 12 Mar 1996 00:48:05 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max's Cafe # 12
by Paladin
Viewed now only by the inanimate camera and tape machine, Philipie
aided by the Marshal, denuded the unfortunate college girls of
their former secrete bushes. Soon they looked like they had when
they were born. (All smooth and shinny!!)
The girls were not happy and sought to turn and buck but as the
Marshal, with a modified tit up pull hold, held them, Philipe
demonstrated why he was the best damn sheep sheerer in the
county. His dirty brown hands unerringly guided the electric
raiser from lip to belly to other lip. No wasted motion in the
boy. All that time as a boy fucking his uncles sheep and
learning his craft now paid off. The girls privates could not
escape his professional touch.(Max new talent when he saw it.)
Running his lily white hand over a soft fold of cunt flesh the
Marshal said,
"Slicker than shit. Man I just come and I'm getting a hard on
again already. Old Max sure nowed how a poon should be showed
off. Hold this un while I tear off another piece. A man's got a
needs. You know."
"Well.... she sure is hard work and eye too wanna pork another
one. I hold for jew and jew hold one for me." Philipie demanded.
"Why you little greaser... Didn't you tell me that Max done give
you call on just one. And didn't you'll just ram that disgusting
little put in .... um ... this un... or was it... Aw shit you
done had yourn. You greedy little shit.." Marshal Wade bellowed.
(Notice he too had a tough time thinking with all the blood
migrating away from his higher thought processes to his little
headed pud.)
"Senior Max is fine man, but what he don't know won't piss him
off." Philipie ran his hand over another smooth white labia,
"This not be like a bar of soap... You can't wear it out. I know
this I try and try, with Rosa and others. Still there and still
works. Besides jew not let me. I won't help jew." the brown man
said standing up to his full height before the lusting law man.
"Aw shit...." Marshal Wade said, "Hold the bitch and I do the
same, but don't you go blabbing bout this to any of your greaser
friends. Man could get a bad reputation hanging out here with a
degenerate like you."
The two men now forced the coffled gals again to bend through the
fence rails but this time face up. All them rested their asses on
the creaking second rail. They were presented with an
uncomfortable view the clear blue sky.
The Marshal stepped up to a pair of straining closed legs. The
girls had not believed that the Marshal would pork um before, let
alone allow the greaser to have access to their charms. Now they
were sure and this one tried to close her treasured hole from
this bastard.
"What the matter gringo? Little pussy whipping big gringo?"
Philipie goaded the efforts of the Marshal to access the desired
hole.
Wade parted the straining legs and stepped between. The denuded
labia, although bobbing and weaving with the owners attempt to
hide, beckoned the Marshals love muscle. (Man just wanted to find
a warm moist place to rest it. But that girl, just like all her
sisters, wanted to play hard to get. Or else maybe did she want
it in her ass??)
Why the poor man had to physically guide the rod, by hand, to the
moist dark hole.
"Ahhh!! Now you just buck all you like now gal... old Wade be a
knocking. Damn .... Damn bitch done gone all dead on me Philipie...
What you do when a greaser gal goes all stiff on you?" the
Marshal inquired.
"With a dick like mine this don't be the problem. It probably be
too small. She no feel it. Move over and I poke her awake for
jew." Philipie offered.
"Na I don't think I'll give up on this un just yet. Go get me some
of then Jalopienios you'll keep for anything." the Marshal
demanded.
Knowing that he would not get his turn till the damn Marshal
came, Philipie hastened to his kitchen and came out with a glass
jar of the requested peppers.
Marshal Wade stuck his middle finger in the jar. Stirred it
around and then with a quick fluid motion whipped his hand under
the now stiff female ass. He sought out and skewered the girls
neither hole with the coated finger. He pushed in and pulled out
for a few strokes to insure the fiery spice was all over the
tender anal membranes. Then he straightened up and awaited the
coming flurry of activities.
The girl did not know what to think. <Did this fuck think that if
he put his fing..... AHAHAAAAAAAAAAA.> She thought as the
penetration or her secrete hole by the digit ended. Then the
searing, burning of her innards began.
She commenced to bucking and thrusting with all her might. The
Marshal just relaxed and let the pink labia's rise up and attempt
to twist his stiff woodie off. (Real inspiring that mex spice.)
"Now that is more like it gal. I knowed you had the inclination.
Just needed the Motivation. Philipie... bring back that there
jar. Gal seems to be slowing down here some."
She commenced to violently shaking her head and renewed her
humping of the hated pud. <More will kill me.> she thought.
Fucking the bastard was bad but the fire in her ass hold was
worse. She wanted nothing else in the world but to get the damn
thing done... before that damn jar and it's fiery contents
returned to plague her innards again.
"Jew fuck up my spices." the mex stated and he too took a place
between a pair of long white legs. He imitated the Marshal. Soon
this gal too was bucking under the chemical stimulation.
The other girls resolved to fuck without the necessity of the
jars content, if given the chance. The spice must be burning
their friends new ass holes.
********************************
All this was played out under the unblinking eye of Max's cameras
and recorded on the tape machine under the bar.
Old George, who had been forced to mind the bar, passed the time
wondering what a gal with a burning ass would do to his stirring
old pecker. He looked longingly at Sonia there under the card
table. She had her head in Eddies lap and the gurgling sounds
were evidence of her ministrations to drawing forth of his essence.
<I sure wish I's a doing that.> Old George lamented in his mind.
"Man that gal sure nuff do know how to clean out my old tubes."
Eddie stated as he stood and started to secure his jeans. No
matter that only moments before he had had a devil of a time
getting them down over the swelling muscle. Now it was all
knocked down and clean up.
"Well I think I'll mosey up stairs and catch the show of the red
poon and old Kenny doing the dirty." Eddie proclaimed.
"You'll be moseying over here and paying for the services of that
whore afore you do any moseying up stairs. You know the rules,
pay as you cum." George demanded.
"Aw I just plumb forgot, George! You know how it is." He reached
under the table and affectionately petted the ample tit flesh of
Sonia. "Good sucker." he added.
Eddie reluctantly settled up with old George and then ambled on to
the spectacle of the red beavered poon and the old prospector.
Now their was no one else in the bar but George. Sonia did not
count. She was one of the facilities.
George again looked over at the video screen and marveled at the
way those gals were straining to give their all to the damn
Marshal and the greasy mex. <Damn shame I got to stay here and
mind the bar. I sure wish I was... Wait a minute...> George
thought.
He located the keys to the lock that kept Sonia fastened to the
table and strode over to there. He unlocked her and dragged her
out from her place under the table.
"Come on little poon. I got an itch for your slit. I know'd you
probably be hornyer than Dom's old goat and I aim's to scratch
that itch in there. No need to go all modest on me.. I done had
you afore. Now bend over that table and pick out a nice place on
the ceiling to admire." George ordered the near cationic woman as
she started to bring up her hands to cover her privates.
George forced her first to sit on the card table. Then he pushed
her down on her back as he stepped up, forced her legs to open
and leaned over to slobber over her small pink nipples.
Sonia was still trying to recover from all the cum entering her
gullet. She must have had ingested a gallon of the slimy milky
man juice. <I hope it don't leak out and make me pregnant.> went
through her daised mind as she was lowered onto the table and
attempted to make her self comfortable.
<The fat old bastard going to do his business in me anyway so
I'll just lie here and....> Sonia decided. George had other
ideas.
He grabbed her knees and forced them back to her chest. Then he
unfolded the legs and leaned on her calves till her ankles came
to rest up around her ears.
George reached into his back pocket and, with some string he had
there, secured the ankles to her collar.
"Please no that hurts. My back is all..." Sonia tried to protest
but her entireties fell on deaf ears.
In face old George pulled back to admire his handy work and went
back over to the bar for some leather throngs.
When he returned he saw Sonia attempting to undo the knots he had
so recently placed on her ankles.
"Just like the ungrateful poon you is. I'll fix at." George
explained.
He grabbed her right hand and forced it down through the 'v' of
her legs. Then he did the same with her left hand. He flipped her
over and dragged her hands around behind her thus trapping her
legs at the knee with her own arms. He them flipped her over so
she was again on her back.
"Now then you is ever cow boys dream.. All poon and ready. Why I
plumb got a mind to call up three, four friends to have a go at
you..... Bet you'd love it."
From her position on the table Sonia could do nothing. All her
holes, mouth, cunt, and ass were open and accessible to the old
goat and anyone else who happened by. Even her tits were squeezed
in between her legs.
Truly she was, in this captive position, every cowboys dream.....
More to come.......