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 mushy 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....
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.
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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
owner it was his right.... wasn't it...??)
"Aw just had to run off a couple of queers." George answered.
"Left so quick they left they duds. Added them and their 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 reckon."
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.
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
um."
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 sheerer, 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 Henrys."
"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.
