~Subject: Coach #16 nc sm s r pedo etc ~From: rgfish@rpaladin.win.net (Richard G Fischer) * * * * * * * * Coach #16 by Paladin The producer was working with the remote cameras and sound equipment like one possessed. He was both praising and cursing Ralph for his remote cameras and equipment. He had to get this footage for his building epic. The shots of little Betty standing there with Joans sex lips firmly controlled were great but the free for all over Victoria was just a jumble of bodies. Should have more coverage. This wasn't a documentary for christ sake. Well it couldn't be helped. These rich people wouldn't stand still for the scene if the cameras were revealed so he had to settle for what he could get. After they left he'd have another go at that big red headed bitch of his dreams Victoria, Ahha what a cum he would have!!! Then with that out of the way he could get to the rough cuts. Maybe he should bring in another film cutter........NANANANA!!! A couple of days with the nozzles to learn sucking. The salt water and piss in the water supply and Victoria would be his sucker forever on video. Just imagining those soft lips on his cock was... But can't get too attached to her though. Ralphs customer will buy her and keep her pulling carts for the next 10 or more years. By then she will be out for folding for a while and by then she would be just another washed out bitch. By then he would have had a 100 or so other nicer bitches to diddle his little prick. For the moment though she was number one on his hole list. That wonderful Larry had really scored with him today. What a niggar!! This footage and the stuff from this morning would be great for the first of his series on pony girls. He would get footage on this race they were talking about. Just thinking about that big dike bitch Angela driving Joan or Alice around the track with a whip would make the johns cream in their jeans. Man this would make him a wealthier man. He could almost kiss those niggars out there. That Ralph and Larry.... they were sure good ..... almost like.......people. The arguments got louder and louder. Finally Ralph shouted "OK IF YOU'LL DON'T WANTS TO BE CIVILIZED BOUT THIS I GOIN TO TAKE UM IN AND YOU'LL GO HOME. NOW!!!" Ralph had accomplished what he wanted. The customers appetites were wetted. The bidding would be furious. "LARRY TAKE UM BACK TO THE BARN AND LOCK THE DAMN DOOR. THESE WHITE FOLKS DON'T KNOW HOW TO BEHAVE NICE ROUND MY STOCK." "Maybe they wants to buy um now man and takes them off your hands." Larry interjected. "NA they wants to argue and gets my nerves upset. You'll go take um into the barn. Visiting hours is over!" Ralph ordered. "No wait a minute." Stella said. "I am a customer and I came here in good faith." Grabbing Victorias left tit in her shrunken old hand. "I want this one...NOW!!!" Victoria attempted to shake off the unwanted possession of her mammary treasure but.... George said, "Now you wait, you old bittie. I want this one. Ralph name a price and I'll pay it." His hand was in Victorias ass with a finger in firm possession of her ass hole. Seems no matter which way she shook or turned, Victorias body was the object of another set of hands. Nick shouted, "Hay I came here to get one for my stable too. This isn't fare. I want a chance at the merchandise too." "Now Now calm down. Larry gets them out of here. Niggar didn't you be hearing me." Ralph shouted at Larrys grinning face. "Niggar who you calling niggar. I got's much..." Larry started but a look at the situation told him to leave the crazy white folks to Ralph and get the merchandise out of here. He dragged Victoria over to the wheel. Collected the others and started for the barn with the nude merchandise in toe after prying Bettys hands from Joans sex lips. "MAMA you promised.... I want that one maaaama." Betty cried. She threw herself down on the dusty ring track and commenced to kick and scream like only a petulant child can when a new toy has been taken away. Her mother had let her down. The soft warm new pussy lips were retreating to the barn. "NANANANANANA!!!!" "Now you see what you caused. You men with your little heads doing the thinking." Angela chimed in as she went to soothe her child. "And you you old bitch. You just queered the deal. I would have bought the old one. Now I going to buy them all..." She said to Stella. "Now lookie here we all be a bit out of sorts. How bout we all have a few drinks. Calms down and discuss the problem. I be's a reasonable pussy trainer. You'll be civilized folks. How's bout we all goes home now. Thinks on it and come back here tomorrow." Ralph proposed. " I sees what I can do bout getting another one and we holds a auction tomorrow. You thinks on what you wants to pay and brings 'certified checks' and we deals um then. Now that fair or what??" His wide black face seemed to be half white. The teeth in his smile was awesome. Nick, the most reasonable of the bunch said, "Well that sounds fair but no one else. Don't you go calling the other racing commission members and make this a circus. Some of those other people are animals, even though some are fellow commission members. They will cause trouble. You keep this limited to just us here." George did not like it but he went along with the other men. A man thing, could not stand the women and their emotional reactions, unless it was on the end of his dick or at the end of his whip. That is all that women were good for. Could not abide the whims of the silly women. Yea!! Us men got to stick together. Stella demanded, "All right but no more favoritism. That bitch," indicating Angela, "and her whelp, only get to come in at the same time as the rest of us and I want a fair dealing on all of em. I have been a favored customer of this establishment for a lot of years and you are risking my future business with this special treatment." "Yes mam." Ralph said, "Noone gets in till 10 am tomorrow. You gots my word on that. No rides for noone till tomorrows deal. Then if you wants to have me trains um.... well I be mighty happy to oblige." < Gots to keep up the business.> Angela returned with the screaming child and demanded, "I saw them first I get first bid on the old one. It would be for Betty you know. Now that young one well she is racing material with the proper whip, that is..." "Tomorrow...... we all sleep on it and calm down." Ralph offered, "Now lets all have a drink to successful business tomorrow. Steps on up here and names your poison, lets forget our problems." The drinks were gulped down and the people rushed to their cars to get back to the bank for the certified checks. All these deals were done this way. No reneging after they fillies were sold. A deal was a deal. No way are they going to forget the rivalry of these years with just a few drinks. Bullets maybe but drinks.. NANA. Viewing the retreating dust cloud Ralph thought. <Man them white folks sure nuff going to make me a rich man tomorrow. Now I gots to get that niggar to go get me another pussy. Else wise their going to be blood shed. White Folks and their pussy ponys.!!!> Ralph walked into the barn with a big grin. He turned to the producer and demanded, "Did you'll get that on tape?? This going to be the best sale I done made in quite a while." "Ralph baby, those camera are ok but I need more coverage. I could not enough footage of the old crown on the bitches tit. Then the angle on the drink cart was not the best why didn't you move it to the right about 10 more feet.. then..." the producer started. "Fuck that shit man... This is a farm not no damn sound stage.. Did you get it... or do I have to get a real camera man for the sale??" Ralph demanded. "Yea I got it. Take me bout a month to edit it though. You got to get more coverage out there. Put in more cameras." the producers demanded. "Man I gots what I gots. You know how spensive that shit is?? What you think I be made of money?? You want more shit there you gots to spring for it out of your end. Capitol spenses. Don't you know. All that shits legally deductible for you." Ralph demanded. He turned to Larry who was doing the dirty with Victoria over the stall door. "Fool don't you'll be doing that. She be the hit of the show. You messing with valuable pussy there. Now I gots to go fumigates her ass. Them white folks have a fit I let's some dirty smelly niggar dick in that fine white freckled hole." "Hay man this here be my hole ....till tomorrow and ....I aims to get a .....lot of dick.... miles out of it.... for sunup comes." Larry gasped not missing a stroke in his fuck of Victorias pussy.. "No you ain't. The producer gots his film to edit. I got these here pussys to train and we needs another pussy for the customers. So, slick you gots to go out into the highways and by ways and bring us another nice trainee pussy pony." "Oh man, why I always get the shit jobs? I done brung you three... counting the other one four. Ain't it someone elses turn??" Larry complained. "Look around you slick. You'll sees another fucker to do the deed. One with experience in these things??" Ralph demanded "Yea Spook. Ralph is right. I bet you got plenty of candidates at the school... or the opposition teams school. You go over there and scout us up another pussy before tomorrow." the producer reasoned. "Well... They does have lots of pretty little cheer leaders... and practice be scheduled for bout now at the rival teams field... but well I gets half. You'll split the other half. After all they is my shits." Larry demanded. "Man what you say??? You be crazy... Without me their be no deal. I ain't settling for that." Ralph argued. "This be my place and my friends and without me won't be nothing. I gets the half and you two fools split up what is left." "No way I going to risk my ass for no paltry...." Larry began. The Producer fired a shotgun blast through the open door. The two black men, formally intent on killing one another, whirled around to face the new common threat. "You bastards go on kill one another and leave me the whole thing... or maybe I should off you both...." the producer hollored. "Now you...Larry go get a pussy... You Ralph take the ponies out to train and hop to it. We need one another . Or the split will be two ways, between me and Old Betsy here." The gaping hole of the shotgun did not encourage argument. They went to their tasks. No arguments were to be heard then. More to come