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From : RPALADIN@IX.NETCOM.COM
To : ROBIN ROBERTS
Subj : Submittal nc..................................etc
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From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com (Richard Fischer)
To: robin@backdrop.com Max #10 (Robin)
Date: Tue, 5 Mar 1996 04:28:08 -0800
Subject: Submittal nc..................................etc
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 # 10
by Paladin
Meanwhile at Philipie's front door, recorded by MAX's
servalances 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 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 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. Standing nude, tethered
in a dusty yard, yoked to their friends. Their charms being
explored 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.)
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 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....
"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 a smooth white fleshy
orb.
"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... all of um....)
The dark brown paw went from the tit to a black beavered cleft on
another unfortunate prisoner. This one tried to turn away from his
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 truly
were 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 that *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.... <Eye
chawaaii!!> he thought as his fingers slid into an unwilling
agina.<Soo smooth and pink... Which one I going to do??? This
one... That one... Or???>
Truly Senior Max must favor him and his 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. <My balls going to splode..
soon. I do this one... Then when he see the good shearing I do,
Senior Max, he let me do um all...>
"Now hold on there pardner. Max said 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."
"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 is 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 a one time hump.
<Let the little mex do one of um now. I'll do one and then later
at the ranch I'll do another un .. or two ... or three.... Yea ..
Now which one will I do this time...> the Marshal thought.
After all, all work was dulling and Max had promised him some of
them too. Might as well get started on his pieces too. Take the
cutting edge offen his stiffie.
Philipie drawers fell around his ankles right there in the yard.
<Fuck the neighbors... I going do her... Rosa come over I fuck
her too .... after this big titta bitch.>
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 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...
(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 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
ries. (Moving targets were hard with a hardon, but the guidance
of that thing went through it's search smoothly.)
<Can't even member which bitch this is, but who cares....
AHHHAAA> 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 the cock fairy.... (Fat chance!) He looked over and
the fat gringo Marshal was porking the end puta.
<Just gime that fuckers dick.> he prayed.
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.
"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 when the blood allowed his big head to resume the
thinking he adjusted.
Longing for another dick to use on the crop of swaying white
moons, Philipie drew up his jeans and observed the Marshal's
humping.
<Gringo fool! He not much mano. No calones.... I wish I had his
hard on...>
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.
<Stupid gringo... He no cum... Maybe I help him?? NA..>
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.
<Such a small thing... Not much mano this gringo... I cut it off
him next time he hit me when I get a little drunk and shoot up
the town... Yea I cut it off and stick it in his ear.... Na
Senior Max he no like that... but I do it pronto if he tell
me... Tomorrow I ask him...>
"Well don't just stand there you ignorant greaser. I done cum and
I only do gals. You find your friend .... uh .... whatever you
wanna suckie. Get on with the shearing I got these here poon to
deliver and some car stealing queers to round up..." Marshal Wade
ordered tucking his pleasured organ inside of his pants.
He wiped his hand on a smooth white ass and watched with
disinterest as the little mex, taking advantage of the exposed
asses, cleaned up the black hair 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.
<A sheep I do quick and make more money but these putas.... I
chawaii...> He lingered over the female organs and marveled at
their smooth white lips and the pink inner skin. He took the
liberty to assure the nasty hair was gone and their was no
stubble left here before he went on to the next one.
"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 bush 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." Philipie observed as he ran his
dusty brown right hand over the last labia. He was getting
another hard on. Along with stiffening his prick, his back bone
ook 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... <I should shoot
that upittie mex son o' bitch but I'll wait till he does the poon
up all smooth and slicker than shit. Then I'll just plug him...
I know I'll do him in the pecker. A mex with a hole in his
pecker..... Wont be worth shit.... Yea....>
More to come.............
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Robin I hope you have gotten the past few posts.
Paladin