Warning: This story contains no incestuous acts, but does depict a father and daughter being openly sexual with a third character in each other's presence. All characters are 18 and older.
Master had to get back to work soon after my little strip tease. We did manage to get a few minutes of cuddling and teasing in, but farm work waits for no erection apparently. Charlotte had taken me under her wing, showing me some of the farm chores I'd be expected to do.
Master hadn't given me permission to put my clothes back on, so instead Charlotte took her time lathering me in a generous amount of sun screen. I had spent the afternoon milking cows while naked. And of course, Charlotte didn't pass up the opportunity to grab my own 'udders' a few times. She had even gone so far as to demonstrate on them instead of the cow. Needless to say, her demonstration did more to titillate me than it did to educate me. And of course, she waited until after she was done fondling me to explain that they had a machine that did most of the work, we just had to hook it up the the cows correctly.
After they had all been thoroughly milked, we got washed up and started on dinner. Charlotte gave me a quick tour of all the kitchen cupboards and we got started making steak and potatoes. She commented on how highly her father must have already regarded me, if he had left out steaks for tonight. Even though it was a cow farm, apparently steak was still reserved for special occasions.
I had pointed out that her being home might be the special occasion, but she just brushed it off, giving me a wink. I had to admit, I liked the idea of somehow being special to him already.
Master came in just as I was finishing mashing up the potatoes and Charlotte was plating the steaks. He took one glance at my cut of meat and looked up at his daughter incredulously.
"Did we get a dog in the past few hours or something?" He teased, clearly unimpressed with how well done I preferred my steak. He washed and dried his hands nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just obviously insulted me.
"No, but we did get a pet." Charlotte laughed, bringing the plates to the table.
"You remember your safe words sweet girl?" Master whispered in my ear, wrapping his arm around my stomach as I scooped the potatoes into a big bowl.
"Yellow if it's getting too much. Red means stop everything immediately." I answered dutifully. They had been written in big bold letters on my contract, with a detailed explanation stating they could be used in cases of physical, mental, or emotional distress. He had even provided examples for each.
"Good girl. Now, what am I going to do with you?" He chastised me loudly, making a point of looking over at Charlotte so as to add to my playful humiliation.
"We've been over this Master." I reminded him, smiling at his proximity and the way he was teasing me.
"Yes, but that was before I found out you liked your steak burnt. Now I'm going to have to punish you for ruining a perfectly good piece of meat." He threatened, but his tone was still light and humorous.
"I bet I can make it up to you by taking very good care of another piece of meat." I offered, turning in his arms to properly look at him for the first time since he had come in. God, he was even more handsome after a hard day's work. His face was a bit dirty and his hair all wind swept. His sweat-tinted body must have been releasing a crazy amount of pheromones.
"Down girl." He ordered playfully, probably sensing my sudden rush of arousal. He took the bowl of mashed potatoes from me, and brought them to the table, leading me with him by the hand. I was surprised he wasn't using my leash instead, surely that's what it was there for. But this was the second time he had taken me by the hand today and I certainly wasn't complaining.
Once he sat down, he grabbed a seat cushion from the chair next to him and tossed it on the ground at his feet, gesturing for me to sit on it. I settled in, and he laced his fingers through my hair, pulling my head to rest against his thigh. His fingers left my hair just long enough to cut off a small piece of his steak. He picked it up with his hand and lowered it down to my lips. I looked up at him in confusion.
"Just try it." He ordered. I reluctantly closed my lips around his fingers, taking the bite size piece of meat into my mouth. To my surprise, it was actually delicious.
"It's good Master." I admitted, my eyes lighting up.
"I know it is, too bad you don't get any more because you ruined your piece. Next time, have some respect for my cows." He scolded, but there was still a light teasing air to his tone.
Quickly cutting up my piece of steak for me, he lowered my plate onto the ground in front of where I where I was sitting. "Your punishment is eating like the animal you clearly are. No utensils for you. You may use your hands this time, but only because I'm feeling generous." He smirked before turning back to his own meal. But, as a constant reminder that he was still there, and I was still his, he began to lightly caress my hair as I attempted to eat steak and potatoes with my hands.
It may have been the least graceful meal I had ever consumed. But I managed to get most of the potatoes and all of the meat into my mouth. My hands, of course, were covered, and I'm sure at least half the potatoes ended up on my face rather than in it. When I looked up at Master and Charlotte they both just laughed.
"I'll take her to get cleaned up Daddy, you just sit and relax. You work too hard already." Charlotte said sweetly, giving her father a kiss on the cheek and grabbing hold of my leash. I started to stand when she tugged at it but she stopped me.
"No. Crawl like the animal you clearly are." She taunted, repeating her father's earlier words. I followed her out of the room and into the bathroom on my hands and knees, trying not to spread my mess of meat and potatoes across the floor.
"He is so smitten." Charlotte sighed happily as soon as she closed the door. "I've never seen him act like that with anyone."
"Like what, like they're an animal?" I couldn't keep the sarcastic bite at bay. Truthfully, I didn't mind my punishment, Actually, I found I quite enjoyed the experience of being slightly humiliated and made to feel inferior like that. But I knew I had an inner brat sometimes, and she wanted to come out and play.
"Don't talk back slave." Charlotte admonished me, giving me a swift spank to my bum. She quickly set about wetting a washcloth and carefully wiped away the excess potato from my face and hands.
She led me back out into the living room by my leash once again, depositing me next to her father. He just grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into his lap.
"Did you learn your lesson little one?" He teased.
