Max's Cafe # 4
by Paladin
Max flung Jan back to the center of the dance floor and then sat
his corpulence down to watch the proceedings. The chair protested
but it did not defy Max.... No one did.... ever...
"I said strip bitch or do I have to shoot ya..." Walt ordered.
"Walt that is plumb unneighborly of ya. Sides your talking bout
putting holes and blooding up my place. Let me try to use my
type of friendly persuasion ..OK??" Max said. Walt naturally
acquiesced to his master. Max sighed, took a long pull on his
long neck beer. Then wiping his brow, he leached up from his
chair. The chair seemed to adjust to it's normal size with a
creek. Max moseyed up on the cute, now terrified red head. He
grabbed her left dress strap as she sought to evade him and
held her in place with it. (Max was not a man to chase a woman.)
Jan struggled like a little animal in the grip of an alligator.
"NO! NO! You don't understand... Let me go please.... I..." Jan
begged.
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. Jan sought to keep her covering but it was a
losing gesture.
Dutifully he tossed the rag that had been a stylish dress to
Marshal Walt.
Jan grabbed the bottom of her blouse and tried to keep her
modesty covered. Then Jan tried to go down under Max's grasping
hands but he grabbed her stylish coiffure as she tried to pass and
lifter her up from her crotch by it again. One handed he tore off
the cloth that had been her blouse. This too he tossed to waiting
hands of Walt, the marshal.
Jan liked the 'jiggley effect' so she wore no bra. This left her
nude from the waste up attempting to cover her ample mammerys
with her hands. Her thin nylon white panties were all she had
left. She crouched down and attempted to shrink into
the parka dance floor to hide. She thought but the mountain of fat and hair
held her upright. Suddenly he stopped and asked with a concerned
look on what facial parts that were visible,
"Walt their be any plans in them duds you got?"
Max released Jan's hair and he went back to his waiting beer.
Jan crotched down and looked furiously for a way out of the
solid wall of good old boys. Max knocked back a short 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. "You think we need a
warrant for them places?? I know how has to do all them legal
stuff these days."
"I don't rightly know Max. I guess I'll have to look in um both,
but we got probable cause here in this here poster. You just put
her on the table and I'll do the inspections."
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
.
Max again dragged her upright and tore off her filmy panties
with a swipe of his huge paw. He now dragged the now naked woman
over to a table and forced her down on her back. He grabbed her
right leg and forced it back to her chest. Her slit fell open.
His right hand closed over her neck securing her to the table top.
Old George grabbed the other knee and held it to her tit.
"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 somewheres." Max demanded.
Walt came over and using his fingers opened Jan's pussy lips for
his search. He took his time. Walt
thought to himself as he now stuck his finger in her tight little
neither hole. He made a note to try this un soon as Max let him..
"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. She felt like a Thanksgiving Turkey on the table
surrounded by the crowd of leering male faces.
"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 after fishing his index finger in both Jan's
holes.
Walt took the knee that George had had and now held for the
second inspection.
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. Jan's eyes rolled up and she
fainted long bout the third or so ring fingering she felt.
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
all along. Boys bring that spy 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 wrist and fastened Jan's right there at the same
place 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, presiding over
the 'search' from his chair, though, demanded and the boys
dutifully gave each piece of rag to Walt for his search. Too
soon, it seemed, 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. They followed the procedure of Walt and Max
and a whole lot of stinky fingers were had all round. Why this
was more fun than the 'fun' they had a while ago, and less
costly in teeth and gouged eyes. (But tarnation, would you
believe it?? Try as they might they could not find any secrete
plans in Soina either! Oh well no harm done... Honest mistake??)
Mike offered to reinspect 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. But how to tell if'n they
was??
"Boys boys...lookie here. These girls just might not be spys. Why
they might just but what old George said afore." Max postulated.
"Try her out George, since you done noticed the talent,.. why'nt
you see if she really is a Hotchie Cotchie Girl. Only you and me
be fit judges of that. RIGHT?? These limp dick mothers probably
never had one of them there afore."
George didn't need to be told twice. He flopped on the wide open
Sonia and started in riding the shocked woman with his raging
hard on. She was so shocked that, at first, she just lay there
and grunted with each deep probe.
"Boys bring the other un over here. 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 with his knarled old
organ.
"Stop stop" Jan had finally found her tongue and she demanded Max
to stop. She saw the ugly redish weapon advancing on her cunt.
She panicked. she thought as she heard George's puffing and
Sonias sobbing. Then she felt the stabbing of the old thing as it
sought to rearrange her innards.
"She might still be a spy boys. Well I'll find out one way or
t'other. Just stand aside and let a man find out." Max said as
he belly flopped his girth down on and stopped Jans outburst
quickly. He attained the maximum depth that Jan had. He sought
more but met with some obstructions in her.
Once seated inside her, he took his time and enjoyed Jans
every twitch and turn. No urgency now just a slow soaking fuck in
the prized red poon.....
George came and withdrew from Sonia's cunt with a pop and a
dribble. He stood up and put away his still slimy dick. Then
he observed, for all to hear,
"I don't know bout the other un boys but this un be all Hutchie
Cootchie Gal. Yes sir.. and they all just 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. Oh yea and
she likes it rough so you'll just ride the bitch hard as you
like!!"
"FREE PUN TANG FOR EVERYONE..." the shout went out.
Sonia was just sitting up trying to covering her tits and slit
when Ralph, a long haul trucker, jumped her bones, and slammed
her back onto the table. Then a line quickly formed and her
open legs were filled by a constant stream of good old boys for
the rest of the afternoon with grunting and sweating. All were
trying to get their nuts off. (Marshal Walt even snuck in twice.
He really likes them blond poons.)
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. Although Max steered the bulk
of the good old boys to Sonia.
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. Then to see that they did not take to walking in their sleep,
each was collared and chain locked to a wall. (For their own
protection don't you know.)
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Downstairs Max raised his hand and addressed the boys,
"Boys...BOYS... Now them girls be plumb tuckered out for now. So
we'll be gentlemen and let um rest them cunts for their long
journey. Then when they is fully rested in say two.. three hours.
I'm going to make um an offer to work here but well, they
may have a date with some of the other geeks someres else, so
don't go getting your peckers all hard for um. They may want to
leave but I'll be my usually persuasive self and maybe...just
maybe they'll want stay here and work for me. Wilting all them
slimy peckers of yourn.
"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 with
them's I'll probably have to charge twice the normal for little
Sara and the other fillies in my remuda."
"BOOOOBOBOOOOBOOB"
"Now lookie boys, it's simple supply and demand. I ain't got no
other red headed beaver so she is going to be at a premium. Then
the other one is a natural blond. And remember too Them's is
Hutchie Cootchie Gals.... Course to make it up to you'll why I'll
lower, with his approval, I might add, Bruces services... for all
you'll bent that was.. Now can't be fairer than that..."
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... was in everyone's mind.
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Max and George sat wearily in the deserted bar, sipping cold uns.
They were very pleased with them selves. They were well fed,
liquored up and bread...... (What more could a man ask for??)
"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.." Max 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. "She been getting kind
of uppity lately so I think she deserves a change of scenery."
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.
Old George thought to himself...
