From: rgfish@rpaladin.win.net (Richard G Fischer)
Subject: REPOST + NEW : Max's Cafe #6 nc s&m etc......
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This is another story from my imagination. If you do not appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next posting.
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At the sight of the new poon old George's mind want into over drive. This was a bumper crop of poon and the titties was so *jiggley*. 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 all."
"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 gaps in his multicolored teeth.
"Now don't go getting you balls all in an uproar but I got's an idea. I saw this here group of drawings once by some guy, name of Du.. someng. Line drawings they was, and they showed a bits of a rodeo, with naked poon being 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. Course she be wearing a cow boy hat and high heel boots."
"What for he wanta do that?" Max demanded with a curious look at his cohort. <Boy gone plumb crazy with all the poon he done seen today. Happened to some artist fellows. Started painting three titties, square titties..... Plumb fucked his mex mind..> Max thought.
"Well we promote a 'rodeo' out the ranch and we charge admission and the poon here be the cows and prizes." George went on.
"Still why he wanna do it from his horse?" Max asked skeptically. "I mean he come here and he can plunk down his coin and get a piece, no horse, no 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. They all be plumb busting to compete, if we uns play these little heifers right. Think on it man."
George went on explaining his brain storm. "Why to show they be best cowboy... they be just dying sign up to show they stuff. We could charge um to compete too. Just look at that regular rodeo over Edgar county. Them good old boys done lost teeth, broke arms, and shit and they's a doing it with some mangy old cows. Here they get to work with nice poon and even if'n they don't win. Why they can still fuck it. For a price... a course."
"And them pictures you seen. Thay's good?" Max asked skeptically, but his mind was already working. "Maybe we could copy um for posters. You know spread um over town... Discretely o' course."
"NO NO You can do at there. Some old crook, out west, got um copyrighted and he get's awful touchy bout people like us'n coping um and shit."
"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. Bet they be better anyway.. That fellow ever show up here you show me his sorry ass. I'll blow his pecker off.. Restricting poon art... Shit.." and Max meant it.
"Yea and them poon run like blazes." George went on.
"Why's at?" Max asked as his expression soured. He had found the flaw in the argument. <Everyone knowed poon, given the choice just lie there. Why they even wanted pay for swishing their tails to swat flys. You gots to really inspire um with.. something...>
"Cause we let the cowboy, gets um done up in shortest time; he get's to put his brand on um somewheres." George explained.
"Yea yea. I think that be a good idea." <That sure inspire my X. She going to carry that double M bar on her cunt forever.> "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 be standing there the whole time, and while they was relieved at being out of the oven of the truck, they 's horrified at these old men discussing their fate so casually. They were women. College educated women, not cattle to be chased and roped and... what all. They couldn't. They just couldn't.
"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 with his left hand palming a soft round hunk of tittie meat.
"Why'nt we use all the bitches. I bet that new bitch...you know the blond poon, be a real runner, she has the look, and she sure be a screamer too. She got the legs go clear up from pay dirt to her tight little ass hole."
"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 this time.
"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? It just got a mind of it's own.)
"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. Them is valuable stock. I'll go get rid of the truck after I done fu... see to the new red poon, and her sister cunt..."
George dragged the chain to the freezer. The coeds shook their heads and stamped their feet and tugged but to no avail. Then he secured that end to the far wall. He ran his hand over a pair of now hardening nipples on his way out the freezer.
"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. Nothing George liked better than tricking passers by, specially queers...
The surveillance camera had shown George two men dressed in tight black leather garments. He had sized um up as they got out the car. A Beimer no less... In cowboy country...
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 new qu... customers."
"Oh gee I would like that but I really need 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 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 head and stifle his dick. <Them new poon shore do look fuckable and Max be occupied... Now if'n I could get rid of these here fucking fags... >
<Hell he wern't prejudice. Black beaver, red, blond, it don't make no never mind to me. It be them lips and the wiggle of the...>
The heavier one, who had taken up a place at the end of the bar, across from old George, called out through the empty bar,
<Fucking Faggot.> George thought, had he decided to play dumb and see what fun could be had here. After all it was a slow day and well, they was queer, and Max would be a while upstairs.
"Resident? This here is a bar. I... I don't know what else your's driving at man. I'm only an employee here. Maybe you want's the manager" George began with a curious look on the portion of his face visible above the shaggy beard. He stroked his beard, like he was thinking... real hard..
"Oh you mean you'll want some of the mex pokie. I got a open bottle right here."
George pulled out the fiery brown illegal liquor and a clean glass.
"Best in the county. Max gets it straight from the..." he started as he made ready to pore some.
"No No I'se thinking of something of a more... shall we say.. human in nature?" The fag hinted.
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 in laughing.
"No You do not understand... We don't hold with women." the fag said exasperated.
"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, for a consideration, I know'd 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 done told you that I don't like to rain on anyones parade but, I like my poon straight and ..... Oh OH Yea 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 sort of understanding."
Old George quickly covered his lower face with a hankie, and dabbed at his eyes to mop up the tears of mirth he could not stop.
"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. "Now you boys would have to dress up in cowboy shites and really take charge of the old boy. You know spurs and whips and... That be his thing.."
"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 don't 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 smaller man arrived from the men room.
The gay men went out back and started to dressed in the 'cowboy' garb and to 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 peered up from the 'protected position' at the monster in the door way who had so debauched them a short time before. When their eyes fell to his crotch level, a familiar bobbing head stuck out from between the zipper teeth.
It hungered for them again. It would not be denied. Deep down they knew this......
More to come....................
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