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Little Farm

“Dad! Dad!” Farmer Stevenson 's daughters jumped into the barn. “What can I do for you girls?” Stevenson grumbled, not really annoyed. His farm was rather small, only a few cows and pigs, but the high quality milk and meat he produced provided him a good life. He loved his work and he loved and admired his little, demanding princesses. “We heard you will slaughter sow Jessica today.” Ella explained and Lucy added: “We kind of like her. We love to suck on her teats, her milk is better than that of most of the cows.” “You want to ask me to spare her?” their father wondered. “Oh dad, sometimes you are so stupid. We want to ask you to allow us to watch.” “Hm,” their father hesitated, “Are you sure you want to see? Some of those sows squeal like hell when they are butchered and one day the one or other of you girls will get done here too. So....” “Dad! We are big girls you know? We know where the meat comes from.” “Yep!” Lucy giggled. “From sows like us!” “You are no sow,” her dad ensured her, fondling her tight little ass. “You still are my cute piglet.” Lucy wiggled her ass at him: “Do you think I would give a good and tasty suckling pig?” “Don't tease me,” her dad laughed. “This year we will have a lot of guests at our big summer BBQ, even some VIPs from Dolcettish Industries, and I might serve one of you girls to our guests. ” Lucy twisted her back to stare at her ass. “Don't you think I should fatten up a little? I heard a suckling pig easily ends up to dry if it has not enough fat. I would hate that, I want my meat to be juicy.” Stevenson pinched his daughter's ass cheeks, hard enough to make her squeal in delight. “Don't worry my little piglet, your ass is perfect as it is. I would love to place it on the grill right away.” “Aw dad. Mom is right, you surly know how to get a girl all wet and dripping.” “What about me?” Chloe pouted. “I got a tasty ass too and my tits are even better than Lucy's” Stevenson had to admit that she was telling the truth, her tits really was promising. “You are right,” he agreed, “and you definitely got your mom's tits. Maybe you would like to become a milker?” “That would be wonderful dad,” Chloe beamed. “Never saw myself as secretary or waitress. Just promise me one thing: Don't sell me! Let me live here at the farm and, when my tits run dry, I want to get slaughtered by you.” “Sorry pumpkin, I can't promise that. This is a business and selling or trading cows is part of it. All I can promise you is that I won't sell you easily or cheap. What would you say if I tell your mom that, from tomorrow on, you get Lactofix and we test run you to see if you have what it needs to become a good milk cow?” “That would be OK with me daddy.” Stevenson sighted. His wife always wanted to become a milk cow herself and she surly will be pissed that he sends her daughter to the stables before her. Although he would gladly grant his wife her wish, he needed her help to run the farm. Maybe there was a solution for that problem: “Since we already are talking about you girls career plans, what about you Ella?” The girl shrugged her shoulders: “Never gave that much thought dad. I like helping mom, cooking, bookkeeping and stuff. I think I would like to work at our farm if possible.” “I am glad to hear that. If you take over some of your moms duties I could allow her to become a part time cow. You are aware that this would mean a lot of new responsibilities and duties for you?” “I know dad. But if those duties include to keep you warm at night, while mom is at the stable, I am more than happy with that.” “That's unfair!” “You are snatching dad from us!” Her sisters instantly protested. “Quiet girls! You surly don't expect me to share my marital bed with a pig or a cow, don't you? Now help me to feed the livestock. If you do a good job I will allow you to watch. Ella, you fetch Jessica. Chain her and clean her up for slaughter. Oh, and give her a good pussy licking. She always was a obedient sow and deserves some good time before I gut her.”

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