Max's Cafe # 10
by Paladin
Meanwhile at Philipie's front door, recorded by MAX's
surveillance 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 door 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, through the street, 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. Lead through the streets
and now standing nude, and tethered in a dusty yard. The yoked
around each neck assured they could hide nothing from the
onlookers. Their charms being examined 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 long
as they are doing the feeling up.)
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 right 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.... by this great man.
"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 of a smooth white
fleshy orb. (The tits owner turned to avoid more of the pawing.)
"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... he wanted to fuck um all...all of um....)
The dark brown paw went from the tit to a black beavered cleft on
another unfortunate prisoner. This one too tried to turn away from
his unwanted 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
were truly 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. These *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.... he thought as his fingers slid into an unwilling
vagina.
Truly Senior Max he must favor me for my 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.
"Now hold on there pardner. Max told me 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 for a
slight consideration."
"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's 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 just a one time hump.)
the Marshal thought.
Meanwhile Philipie had his drawers down around his ankles right
there in his dusty yard.
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 dark fringed 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... His speed seemed to go from
fast to frantic...
(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 for 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
tries. (Moving targets are hard with a hardon, but the guidance
of that thing went through with it's search, and target
acquisition smoothly any way. Nature been doing this sort of
thing for..... well long 'nuff.)
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 ๔he cock fairy.... (Fat chance!) He looked over and
the fat gringo Marshal was porking the end puta.
he prayed. (Right faithful cuss he
was.)
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. (This
caused the helpless girl to twist and give more pleasure to the
Marshal love muscle.)
"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 with the blood flowing to his big head again, he
resumed thinking. He adjusted his stance. He raised up and
adjusted his jeans.
Longing for another dick to use on the crop of swaying white
moons, Philipie observed the Marshal's humping.
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.
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.
"Well don't just stand there you ignorant greaser. I done cum and
I only do gals so don't you be getting no perverted ideas. After
you done here you can go find your friends .... uh .... whatever
you wanna suckie. Now just get on with the shearing I got these
here poon to deliver out to the ranch. Then some car stealing
queers to go round up..." Marshal Wade ordered tucking his
pleasured organ inside of his tailored pants always careful to
insure that the slime flowed where it did not show.
He wiped his hand on a smooth white ass and watched with
disinterest as the little mex, taking advantage of the exposed
asses, spread the moons, and proceeded to cleaned up the black
hair radiating 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.
He lingered over the
rear of female organs and marveled at their smooth pink lips.
Then to insure the pink inner skin was done, he took the liberty,
of fingering each milimeter of skin. Their was no stubble left
here. Then he went on to the next one. Slow going that's for sure
but worth it.
It seems to take forever to the anxious law man. (No
appreciation for perfection in that man.)
"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 bushes 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 scratch um." Philipie observed
as he continued to run his dusty brown right hand over the last
labia. He was getting another hard on. Along with stiffening his
prick, his back bone took 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...
