The Chattel Farmer

Ch 11 Breeding

While massaging one of Nettie’s n*****s I tap on the ‘port to log the stimulation. That done, I get out the light weight leash and snap it onto her nose ring. I’m surprised Mr. Farber isn’t back yet. Nettie hasn’t moaned in a while, so I get the egg back out and start rubbing it around her slit. A couple minutes of that and she’s starting little moans.

I hear Mr. Farber coming down the aisle, and the stall gate slides open. Queenie is a little sweaty and clearly exhausted. She immediately drinks some water and lays down. “Good job getting that heifer ready, Aaron. Would you like to lead her?” I stand up and put the egg in the dirty tool pouch. “Sure, I’ll follow you with Nettie.” We head out of the stall. I focus on walking slow enough so that Nettie can keep up. Mr. Farber slides open gate to the breeding pen, then scans Nettie’s ear tag. “Go on and lead her in. Duke is a bit tired and should be easy going now. Get Nettie to the middle of the room, but stay up by her head and keep the leash on.” I see that the bull was over in the corner getting a drink from the wall mounted bottle. “Aaron, use the egg on her. We want her to moan but stay by her head.” I kneel down in front of her and get the egg out. Sliding my arm between her heavy breasts, I push the little vibrator against Nettie’s wet c**t and massage her breast with my other hand. Nettie moans loudly.

The bull’s muscles ripple as he quickly moves towards Nettie’s ass. I can see that his monster d**k is not fully hard. Duke starts sniffing her wet p***y. The mirrors along the walls give me a great view of everything. I’m still working her n*****s and c**t. It looks like the bull licks her dripping p***y. Nettie moans again and arches her back. Duke rears up and drops over her back thrusting between her legs. His c**k thumps into my hand holding the egg. I drop the egg, and he pulls back, then thrusts forward with a loud grunt. Nettie cries out and Duke starts pounding into her. Her breasts start swinging and bumping into my c**k. I shuffle back a couple feet on my knees and watch the action in all the mirrors with wide eyes. The sounds of flesh slapping together combine with low moans and grunts. Watching the breeding in the mirrors is like being in the middle of a porn video. I can’t believe I’m hard again so quickly.

Nettie’s skin shimmers with sweat. I think she’s had at least 2 orgasms based on the noises she’s making and watching her body shake. Finally, Duke rears up with a loud bellow, gives a couple more soft thrusts, and pulls his soft d**k out of Nettie. His head droops almost down to the ground and he’s breathing really hard. Nettie has collapsed onto the floor. Mr. Farber steps into the pen, snaps a leash onto Duke, and starts telling him that he did a great job. Then he slowly leads Duke out of the pen, and I’m guessing back to his stall. I talk softly to Nettie a bit. While I’m waiting I open my water and sip on it while thinking about the whole experience of today.

“Aaron, let’s get Nettie back to her stall. She’ll get bred again in a couple days when her heat really gets started. Did you see on the ‘port that this was her first time with a bull?” I had completely missed that, but I’m still learning the farm’s software. “No, sir. I didn’t know that.” I’m not sure how I feel about f*****g Nettie before the bull did. Unlike some of my friends, I don’t really have a thing for virgins. I’ve got Nettie up off the floor. She’s clearly exhausted. Mr. Farber moves over to her ass, and moves his fingers around in her folds. “No blood! And I’m not seeing any damage. Thanks to you, Aaron, she had a great first experience with Duke. I checked the video feed from the stall and you did a great job getting this heifer ready for the bull.” My face flamed red with a blush. “Mr. Farber, uh, I – I’m, uh. . .” Mr. Farber interrupts my stuttering. “You took good care of her and you wrapped your d**k. Just make sure you wrap it up every time on my farm or we’ll have a different conversation. Looks like we have time for a quick lunch before milking starts again. I wonder what Mary made us for lunch?” I follow after Mr. Farber in a daze.