Max's Cafe # 6
by Paladin
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. 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.
"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." "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.
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.
George thought. 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.
George thought poring himself a taste of rye to
dull the throb of his head and stifle his dick.
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,
"This is your day Jonnie. I'm the fem.." then he turned to old
George and leaned over the bar and whispered, "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 special for today. Something he will never
forget."
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.
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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......
