## Archive-name: max_cafe11

From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer)

Subject: REPOST + NEW : Max's Cafe #11 nc s&m etc.......

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!!!

Max's Cafe # 11
by Paladin

Meanwhile back at the bar Max's attention was divided between the images of the events taking place in Philipie's yard and the customers lining up for Sonia's lip servicing at the card table. True the camera was recording all the remote events but, well, Max wanted to see it all first hand also.

Max was sure he missed getting his rent from a few players during the hands of cards while he was enthralled, observing the shearing / fucking in Philipe's yard. Those who were past over got the 'circus' gals mouth for free. What a prize give away for a bar!

Sonia was sucking #20 or was it #21. The dicks just kept coming. She would be only half way done with a slimy meaty rod and she would hear another chair draw up to the table. Another pair of knees would appear at the periphery of her vision. They would frame another stiffening slimy organ in a forest of icky smelly pubic hair.

Her lips were numb. Her neck hurt and she knew she would never get rid of the slimy salty taste of cum from her taste buds. While she was thinking of her troubles, she lost her concentration on the job at hand.... This un was a gusher.

Sonia commenced to coughing as a load was shot into the wet hole, but it went down the wrong way. This loss of her concentration caused the spew to be deposited in her bronchial tubes. The result was now her nose commenced to running cum.

<OH GOD... Yuch..... Will this never end.> went through her brain as she struggled to breath. Now she not only tasted cum but she smelled cum with every ragged breath she managed.

"Max I think this un is plumb full up." came the comment as a hand seized her hair, and pulled her straight up. While she was choking, and attempting to bend over her new assignment, a grisly old face poked itself under the corner of the table, and went on,

"Why she done swallowed so much cum her hair's done turned all white. Max we need another one. One that is really really thirsty. One like that red beavered poon I heard about from this afternoon. Yea my old horn 's up and I ain't had none of this here gal's mouth loving going ta do er for me. Why I ain't had none for a month of sundays. Bring out that other circus gal... The boys say her poon be pure red velvet. You know the red beavered one they done told me bout." the old man demanded.

Annoyed, Max turned his attention to the sniveling novice cock sucker's table and retorted,

"Now you hold that there pecker of yourn by the tweezers you'll uses to find her and my employee will do her directly... That is if'n your sure you don't want me to have George fetch old Brucie. Seems to me you and he done hit it off right friendly like, last time you come in here....." Max stroked his shaggy beard and went on, "Or was it one of Sam's sheep you was mooning for them?" Max took a pull on another long neck bottle to moisten his disposition. The video had caused him to go dry... It had also got his 'horn' up again for some poon. <Maybe he should go up and tear off another piece of the red beavered um.>

The old man let go of Sonia's hair and resumed his seat at the table. He reached into his vest and drew out a draw string poke.

"I plumb got a hankering for that red un Max. This hear suckie suckie white um just don't get my old pecker up." the old man complained.

"Rob that there poon be private stock .... for the moment... Why I'm thinking on keeping her private for my own pecker... Then too their is the fact that she's done fallen in love with my old meat, from the last time..." Max answered. "Why she be upstairs right now just a pining and a strumming her bud for me. And you want me to betray that tender feeling... You is plumb heartless. Probably got a stone in that scrawny chest o' your'n."

"Ya big ugly bug faced fool why in tarnation would a gal like that even want to be in the same room with you... I know... Lets see if it is love or .... what.... How bout $1000." The old man answered.

"Naaa you old billy goat, sides where'd you get a thousand dollars american, if 'n I was to says ya??" Max demanded.

The old fellow smiled and pored out a dab of sparkling yellow metal from his poke onto the green felt covered of the card table.

"Gold good nuff for trade hereabouts?" he inquired. "I'm plumb out o' green backs but this here be better anyway."

A hush fell over the crowd. All eyes went to the little bit of gleaming metal on the felt table covering. The old desert rat had been out there for years and judged by most loco. But here was a factor no one had taken into account. (Had he found the mother load??)

"Why that ain't near nuff." Max observed. "It'd take ... let me see... 5 .... no .. 6 ounces to make a thousand dollars.."

The old man shuffled the poke again and more of 'The Sweat of the sun' as the indians called it, flowed out.

"I reckon 3 ounces be more that nuff to make a thousand and a right nice tip for the poon." the weathered old man observed. "Now go get the scales you use for the loco weed to measure it up. That is if you ain't craw fishing on the deal, Max."

Max was in a conundrum. He wanted to keep the red beaver for his self, and he wanted that poke and the two seemed mutually self exclusive. He went to get the scales and put it on the bar. He turned the adjustment knob full tilt seriptiously.

<Be the most spensive poon the old fart done ever had.> Max thought confident in his deception of the old desert rat.

"Now this here coin be an honest ounce." the old man said removing a Canadian Maple Leaf from his tattered jeans. He placed it on the scales and to everyone's surprise it came up shy of the scales indicated ounce. (Obviously Max had been selling um their smoke cheaper than he ought... Such a benefactor to the lonely cowboy out there on the range.)

"Dang thing must be broke." Max observed.

"NA I think it just be out of adjustment." George commented. "I think we done been giving away the smoke as of late." Putting a better light on the situation.

The crowd that had gathered to see the yellow metals weighing groaned, but looked on with interest as the desert rat and George adjusted the scale so it read an honest ounce.

<Damn smart old fart.> Max thought. <Now I got's to do um.>

When the adjustment was completed Max took possession of the coin and bit it. Sure nuff the metal deformed proclaiming it was indeed the soft yellow metal and not a copper or lead substitute.

Max made to place the coin in his pocket but the old man demanded,

"I'll have my coin back Max. It be my good luck piece, you know. Got great sentimental value, then too the thing be worth big money too."

"Oh yea, I plumb forgot." Max answered reluctantly giving back the deformed coin. "Now let me see ... Seems to me that gold was $ 200 or was it 250 an ounce..."

"You tarnation idiot it was close to $400 last paper I saw." the wise prospector demanded.

Billie Bob brought forth the financial page and settled the matter before blood was shed. Reluctantly Max agreed to 3 ounces but made a mental note of where the old man put the poke in his vest ... for future reference.

"Rob you got a claim somewheres up their in the hills north or here?" Max inquired.

"I sure nuff got me a find but it ain't north and I ain't saying where it be. Only me and old 'Nelly' know where it be and we ain't known to be right talkative. You are welcome to talk to 'Nelly' nd see if you can get that old mule to talk. Why if'n you did I'd split my poke with you. Be plumb nice to have someone to talk out there on them long lonely nights."

"Now you done got my coin. Bring on the poon!!" Rob demanded.

Max looked at the screen longingly. He had the 3 ounces of yellow metal. He would have been happy to leave it at that but the crowd would be disappointed. Reluctantly he started from behind the bar.

"Come on upstairs you old fool and I won't be responsible for your continued health. If'n she pulls that wilted old stick you call a dick off with her poon.... Just you member, I warned you. that gal got the snappiest poon I done ever seed." Max retorted as he and the old prospector started up the stairs.

The crowd surged forward and followed the pair to the locked upstairs room where Jan was being kept.

Jan perceived a huge herd of feet approaching.

With a groan she raised her legs up high facing the door and commenced to strumming her bud.

<Why did she feel soo wet... She should be horrified!! She should be dry as a bone in this waste land but her body secretly started the buildup for some attention. Surely the monster could not get it up again.... in this short a time...but the.....>

She heard someone fiddling with the lock. <Why did those butterflies twist so in her belly?>

<OH god he is here.... Why am I flowing. What has he made of me...>

"Now you see! This old gal been keeping it nice and mushy for me...AIN'T YOU BITCH??" Max demanded

"Ye.... Yes.... Sir..." Jan said straining her neck to see her owner.

Framed by her legs she perceived Max's demonic continence, and then her gaze showed the old man... Now her eyes focused on the sea of male faces seeing her in this horrible position. She started to lower her legs and covered her slit with her hand.

"It's OK gal these here is friends of mine. I share my poon with um.." Max started with a scowl starting on his face. "I told um how much you love my old dick in that there hole."

Jan saw the change of expression and quickly locked her knees up and returned to rubbing her sexy little organ. She feared Max and his parting promise to kick her hole full of boot leather.

She lay back, stared at the ceiling to escape the sea of male faces ogling her privates and awaited the monsters disposition of her treasures. She would have no voice in their use so she tried to lose herself in masturbation.

<Fuck the bastards... Fuck um all...I probably will...> Jan decided in her mind...

More to come.....

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