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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
