~Subject: Max's Cafe #2 nc................................
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer)
~Date: 24 Dec 1995 15:05:43 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
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Max's Cafe # 2
by Paladin
George was pleased with himself and he looked up at the
monitor and cursed. "Shit!! Tony go out and tell Julio to forget
it. He is too late. Damn lazy greaser. Should go kick his ass if
I had the time. Probably get my foot all stuck up in the
grease. Sleep all day..."
"Mike help the little girl here to the booth over there. Drink
was probably too strong for the little cunts.. and don't squeeze
them tits flat. Now leave some for the rest of us. Billie Bob put
the other one in the other side of the booth will ya, Boy. Thank
ya kindly."
"We will just let um sleep it off till Max gets here. He'll know
right where to put um. I'll bet they's Hutchie Cutchie Girls
with some circus troop. What you think there Mike..."
Tony returned with a very confused slack eyed small hispanic
male.
"Sinor George, I done got dressed and come here to.. fix that
thing and now Tony, he say no fix?? I all conf..." the small
mexican with a baseball hat on backwards began.
"Julio you ignorant greaser. I called you last night and you
just come here now?? How do you expect to make it in the land of
opportunity you lazy..." George blustered to the now confused
little brown man. Seeing their was an argument coming George
decided to nip it in the bud.
"I shouldn't even let you do jobs for me but I feel sorry for
you. Here have a drink of the good stuff before it goes to
waste." George said giving the confused brown man the remaining
portion of Sonia's Poukie.
Still trying to sort out the events since he was forced out of bed
for... what was it he was... the sweet smelling brown liquid
beckoned his minds eye away from logic. It was Julio's way.
Alcohol was his goal in life. A free drink was too good to pass
up. Quickly before George changed his mind Julio grabbed the
glass and downed the contents in one gulp.
The familiar burning sensation slowly cursed down Julios innards.
<This is truly good stuff. My good friend Senior George is... O
OO O. I got'd sit down... That rell...> Passed thought his mind
as the drug did it's thing.
"Senior George that really good stuff.. I do anything for jew..."
Julio began as he slowly sank to the floor.
"Ain't that just like a greaser? Can't even go home to bed before
he falls asleep. Must be siesta time somewhere he come from.
A couple of you boys, lend a hand here and get the greaser out
back. Prop him up against the wall, and no fare setting him on a
cactus like last time. Got to pity the little greaser. So he
can't hold his liquor. We all have something we need help with.
take Billie Bob there. Hidie tells me he got the smallest pecker
she seen." George said to smooth over his previous actions.
"Yea it be a small un, but I be proud of every foot of the
thing." Billie Bob retorted. Chuckling with the rest of the bar
Billie and Tony dragged Julio to an empty wall space at the back
of the bar. Propped him up against the wall and returned to the
cool interior of the bar.
As they walked back inside Tony looked seriously at Billie and
asked, "Where'd you put all of it? I mean you stuff it down your
pant leg?? or what?"
"Yea" Billie answered, "I'd show you the end but I'd have to take
off my boot."
Tony saw the logic in that, nodded his agreement, and shuffled
back quickly for the two free uns George owed him for running
two errands for the bartender. <Billie got one a foot long... Must
have been all them sheep when he was a kid stunted his to its
current small size.> Tony reasoned.
Sure as shooting. Their were two shots of rock gut, setting at his
place when Tony returned to his stool. He toasted George even
though the busy man was on the phone. <Hard worker that George!>
Tony thought.
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"Yea I know he is busy sawing wood but THIS IS important you stupid
cunt now put him on the line..."George demanded of Fay.
"Yea Max..... Look I got a situation here you'll love.... Yea
better than the last time.... Come on down soon as you get a nut
in that old bitch. Save some though cause, I bet this un be
better..... Na I ain't got a chance to do um yet... course you
leave um here too long and I'll... OK OK Don't get mad... I wait
on ya but don't be too long, I'm only.... OK OK I'll wait..."
Clink..
<Damn slave driver... He works me like a dog and then keeps the
best pussy for his self..> George muttered rhetorically under his
breadth.
"Them really Hootchie Cootchie Gals George?" Mike said, "I ain't
see'd some of them since I was just a pup and had to crawl under
the circus wagon. Them shaved beavers was really something to a
young un.. like I was then. You think they'd mine if I just
peaked..."
"Then... Then... The last time you had pussy was when pussy had
you.... Why if it weren't for Tom's sheep you balls be size of
watermelons by now." Billie derided Mikes found memories.
"Say I get my share... I done been upstairs last pay day. You
just ask that new un. She couldn't get enough of my old pecker.
Said it was..." Mike retorted
"Vile, disgusting and plum puny. Was what she told me." Billie
answered.
"She never... You take that back... Or I'll.." Mike shouted
taking up a beer bottle in order to do battle for the honor of
his manhood with his antagonist.
It was midday and the crowd had been there from the bar's
opening. The kitchen did not open for a while so they were all
just beered enough and itching for a good fight to pass the time
of day.
"Now you just make me. You shitty sheep herder. I know what you
do when you think no one's looking." Billie came back.
BANG!! BANG!!
All eyes were arrested by the sound of old George, survivor of
many a bar room brawl, banging on the bar with an aluminum soft
ball bat.
"You'll want to fart around.. Take it outside.. Less you want me
and my friend here to take a hand. Max done gave me orders that
no more broken shit inside. Both of ya get out... Fact of the
matter.. I need to air out the bar.. All of ya get out outside
the lot of ya.. now... now!! I say.." George demanded coming
around from behind the bar waving his trusty bat.
No one wanted to challenge old George, especially with that
aluminum bat in his hand. The bar flies quickly emptied the room
and congregated outside in the parking lot for the proposed
spectacle.
Billie Bob seeing his chance as Mike's eyes were on George and
his bat, whacked Mike up side the head with his bottle.
Mike staggered and turned on his attacker and then the fun began.
These were fun loving country boys and to them this was a fun
diversion on a slow morning. A little tough on Mikes ear and
scalp but fun never the less.
George closed and locked the door. He piered out the window and
watched the start of the 'fun'. Mike, with his bleeding ear had
knocked Billie down and the boys were standing around making bets
and comments on the 'fun'. Soon another argument broke out and then
new combatants entered the fray. Then it seemed the whole group
became engaged in the 'fun'. The boys were occupied for a while.
George turned to the drugged girls and quickly went through their
purses. He felt the firm tit meat on the new additions to the
stable. <They shure new how to grow tits where these bitches came
from.> George reasoned. <I want me a piece of that their red
headed beaver and...
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Max a mountain that walked like man was annoyed. <Shit head
George, broke up a fine cum in little Sara's pussy. Calling on
the red phone. He wern't supposed to do that less the place was
on fire or something.> Max fumed as he grabbed the little bitch's
arm and dragged her over to his fucking stool. <Think I'll corn
hole her this time... She don't like it but ain't much she do
like. When Martina gets here she going with him. Greasers like um
young and blond. Serve her right. Her and her shitty fruit
boyfriend, come in here and bad mouth my joint for not having
sissy water...>
Max perched his massive ass on his stool. The metal groaned from
the bulk, sagged but held. He turned his massive head to the
shrinking nude blond with a chain around her neck and demanded,
"Com mere bitch. I want your ass...NOW!!!"
"Please...no I done what you wanted. You can fuck me.... Le me
suck you... Please... not my ass..." Sara pleaded.
"I said ass bitch and it better be over here covering my dick
quick like or I'll just go get that nice leather belt you like
soo much. them tits look almost healed from last time. Guess they
plumb forgot. Well you going to get me off or not."
Sara cringed. She remembered the belt on her tits and the
devastating results. She covered the distance to the fat
disgusting biker type turned her back and bent over. She fished
around with her hands for the dreaded slimy dick. <At least the
damn thing was lubricated from my pussy.... AHH OH god the...OHH
hhhhh.. > Sara reached down and squeezed the fat hairy balls and
hoped for a prompt squirt. She was rewarded with a quick
softening of Max's organ. It barley got in and she got him off.
<Thank god!!!> she thought...
"Shit No good bitch....Well where are your lesions?? Clean that dick
and be quick about it." Max demanded.
Sara shuttered. <She hated this...Why this dick had been in
her.... He still had that belt and if he used it he would probably
get the cursed prick up again.> she thought as she sank to her
knees before the mountain of fat and tongued the smelly horrible
organ to clean or almost clean.
Dumb cock sucker. I ought to take you out back and show you how
your boy friend does it. He really takes to those trucker dick.
Boy's a natural dick lover." Max commented as he kicked over his
stool and pulled on his pants.
"Please we have done what you wanted now let us go... We won't
tell. We will nev...." Sara was cut short when Max back handed
her.
"You'll stay here and fuck till I get tired of your skinny little
old ass. When the boys get tired of a whore I usually let her go
about her business but well with Bruce and all I ain't so sure I
can let you'll go. I mean he's in demand. Your puny ass I'd throw
out right now but you'll's love birds and well.... " Max talked
as he walked out of Sara's room.
He heard a lot of noise in the yard and paused to watch the
'fun'. Martin was biting Billie's ear and the vocal response was
loud and long.
Max ambled down stairs and spied George bending over the booth.
"Shit heal you better not be fucking them bitches like I told you
not to..." Max demanded of George's back.
More to come............