The Chattel Farmer

Ch 16 Just Another Day

The next two days were pretty much repeats of my first day. I was getting used to the work and didn’t need as much help doing my jobs as I did the first day. Plus it helped that I was much more used to the idea of chattel. On my third day, it was time for the two heifers who had been bred on my first day to go back to the bull. Mr. Farber gave me the job of getting both heifers warmed up but he would still supervise the actual breeding. I would send him a message when a heifer was ready for Duke the bull. I found myself alone in a stall with two lovely heifers who needed s*x. If you had asked me two weeks ago if I’d like to be alone with two p*****s who need d**k, I’d be pretty “Hell, yeah!” about it. But today after watching that sunset with Mary, I was feeling a little conflicted. We’re not dating, I’m not even sure if Mary wants to be my girlfriend but would it be wrong to have s*x with chattel? Or is it more like a blow up doll helping with m**********n?

Queenie shouldn’t be in heat anymore so she would probably take longer than Nettie to get wet so the bull wouldn’t hurt them.  Just like before both heifers were laying on their sides on their cots. I scanned Queenie’s tag, and started running my hands over her body. The chattel’s t**s are pretty hard before the milk is pumped out, but Queenie has firm but soft t**s. When I started playing with her n*****s she spread her legs for me. Looks like she is enjoying my attention! I used the egg on her lips and c**t while listening to her sweet moans. Next I pushed the dildo vibrator into her wet p***y. My d**k was so hard – no way could I do this job without reacting. Opening my pants, I got my d**k out. Urging Queenie into a sitting position so her breasts thrust towards me. While thumbing her n*****s, I push the mounds together and start f*****g her t**s. They are full but still soft enough to mold around my d**k. The vibrator is doing its work and before too long her eyes roll back and her hips buck through an orgasm. I had been close to blowing but I’d probably better send her to the bull before Mr. Farber wonders what is taking so long. I send him a message, and put my d**k away.

Glancing over to Nettie’s side of the stall, I see that she is already sitting up and her skin is flushed with arousal. I quickly step out to clean my tools at the nearby station. Mr. Farber shows up and leads Queenie away. When I get back to Nettie’s stall, she has moved off the cot and is waiting on her hands and knees. Can’t forget to scan her ear tag before I begin. As I get down on the ground next to her side, my pants are really pinching my hard c**k so I quickly open my pants so I have a little room. With one hand I feel her n*****s which quickly become hard nubs as she starts moaning. The other hand slides down her back, over her ass and cups her short trimmed curls. Her lower lips are already wet. She starts panting and pushing her hips into my hand. I can’t believe how ready to breed she is already. I push two fingers into her wet p***y, and she moans louder. I think about how I f****d her last time and how much I want to come. I also want to see these breasts shake as I f**k her. Decision made, I gently push on her while talking softly until Nettie is on her back with her legs spread. From this angle I can see her p***y glisten with juices. Her breast heave with her ragged breathing. Damn.

I move to between her legs, unbuckle my tool belt and put it aside after pulling out a condom, get my pants down, and wrap my d**k in the condom. I circle her hole with my finger and pull some more juice up to her swollen c**t. As I rub her c**t her back arches and she lets out another breathy moan. I grab my c**k around my base and push the head into her entrance. My c**k sides easily into her hot tight channel because she is so wet. I pull back and start slamming my c**k into her. Her huge t**s bounce with every thrust. Her head is thrashing around, her moans are increasing and her hips are rocking back into my c**k. I’m thinking that she’s close. With a loud squeal she comes. Her p***y clenching and gushing juices around my c**k. The tight squeeze sets my orgasm rocketing out of my balls. I want to collapse and rest for a while but no time for that. As I pull out, Nettie is still moving her hips wanting more. I get up pulling my pants back into place. It’s good that she’s ready for more I think, as I snap the leash on her nose ring and get her back up ready to crawl to the bull. I update her file on my data port and decide that I’m tired of waiting. I know where the breeding pen is located so I start leading Nettie that way.

Mr. Farber is just outside the breeding pen leading a tired but satisfied Queenie back towards her stall. “Aaron, Duke is still pretty ramped up since he hasn’t been very busy this week. Looks like you got little Nettie ready. Hold Queenie while I take Nettie in.” Looking into the breeding pen, I saw Duke the bull restlessly moving around, with his massive c**k still semi hard. “Sure thing Mr. Farber. Do you want me to take Queenie back to her stall?”

“That would save some time, if you would put her back in the stall and add some snacks to the stall troughs, then head to the feed room and get a bag of pregnant chattel feed.” I agree, and start moving the exhausted Queenie down the aisle. In the feed room, I find the bags labeled for pregnant chattel. They are only 20 pound bags so I decided to carry the bag instead of using the cart like I did for the peaches. I arrive back at the breeding pen right before Duke finishes thrusting into Nettie with his signature bellow. We put both of them back in their stalls and went on to the next chore.

Mr. Farber reminded me that he kept the heifers that were pregnant or being bred together in the same pasture and stalls. At the gate between the pasture and the barn he shook a bag of treats and the heifers started moving our way. We were going to separate out the herd roughly in half with the most pregnant heifers staying in the pasture to eat what they wanted from the feed I would put in the troughs after the other heifers were in the barn on the way to the indoor pasture. Pretty soon heifers with rounded or very rounded bellies were happily munching on an extra snack and the others were in the barn. I’m looking forward to learning something new.