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"Welcome, my esteemed guests," said the man often referred to as the Great Farmer to the businessmen gathered around the silver plated long table in his barn. "I am pleased that you accepted my invitation."

Anders, who was one of the “esteemed” guests, looked around in wonder. The man really hadn’t held anything back for this little gathering. The walls of the barn were decorated with paintings and stuffed trophies of different hunted animals, the floor was covered with a giant red carpet.

But out of all the decorations in the room, it was the two girls that drew the most attention.

Two young, unbelievably beautiful maids stood along the wall, dressed in black servant uniforms. The white lace along the hem of the skirt ended just above the knees, white fishnet stockings covered their legs and a black corset made the breasts pop under the white blouse. Both golden blonde, one of them had put her hair in two narrow braids over each shoulder, while the other’s hair was up in a knot. Both had red painted lips, nails as well toes. Their feet were bare, and braces of shiny silver covered the smooth ankles. Their eyes were shadowed and cheeks were powdered. They were among the prettiest beings Anders had ever laid his eyes on.

"You have eaten well and been served by my amazing girls!"

Approving glances were thrown at the two maids, who’d been introduced as Sara and Lisa..

"I promised not to make any scandalous suggestions during dinner," continued Mr. Karlsson. "And I consider that promise kept now that we’ve all filled our bellies with food and wine. So let’s get scandalous! You all know that I will ask you for more than I will offer in return, and you probably have protests at the ready. A good meal and some bottles of red doesn’t compensate for a bad business deal, and we all know it.. But let me add some spice to the proposal. We have some evening entertainment to enjoy!"

He waved his arms at the maids. "Sit back, fill your wine glasses and the entertainment will soon begin!"

Anders watched with puzzlement as his gorgeous wife rose from her seat, cheeks a bit flush from the wine, and led the two maids out of the room. Whispers spread around the table as they waited, and Anders sipped his wine with a strange form of anticipation building in his body. What was the damn man up to?

A few minutes later, they returned, followed by loud gasps as the guests took in the sight.

The lady Maja walked in front, but now she was dressed in a red robe of loose sitting, shiny silk. Her long, smooth legs exposed themselves as they made the fabric move with every sensual step. Her shoes were off, and parallel to her dark red toes, the two little maids were crawling on all fours. Leather collars were looped around the necks of the two girls, and their faces were downcast as they were slowly led towards the table by a firm grip of their leashes.

“Come come, little doggies,” Lady Maja said and hit their behinds softly with a riding whip.

The black uniforms had already left a fair amount of skin to be admired before they left the room, but now, as they were crawling on their knees, the hems of their skirt were pulled over the back of their thighs, exposing the lower parts or their behinds in a display way past the definition of sinful.

"What the hell..." someone said with shock and dismay.

"I am not only a good businessman," said Mr. Karlsson with a jovial spark in his eyes. "I am also a very dedicated employer. I pride myself with molding some of the finest maids and workers you can find on this side of the Baltic Sea. And I intend to prove it this evening..”

"Karlsson, what are you up to?" asked a voice suspiciously.

"I'll give you an evening you'll never forget," replied the so-called Great Farmer. “Don't be shy now. This is not a spectator sport.”

The lady led them both by their respective leashes around the long table, close enough to let both eyes and hands get involved. Anders felt his pants starting to strain around his groin as he saw the sweet little girl closest to him, the one with the large tits and face more beautiful than a sunrise, blush adorably as a hand tentatively stroke the fabric over her buttocks. And when the same hand dared to go further, slipping past the hem to squeeze the soft skin of her round little butt, the blush deepened, making her face almost as red as the wine in Anders’ glass.

While Mrs. Maja was parading her “doggies” around the table, giving them all ample opportunity to fondle and grope the poor little maids, she also took the opportunity to lash at their skirt-covered buttocks with her riding whip.

Anders was a married man. He was a faithful husband, and the leashed girls should be around the same age as his oldest daughter. But all of his resistance melted as the two pretty little doggies reached him, as his cock made a tent in the pants of his suit.

When was the last time his wife Helen had touched him? Or taken him in her mouth? He could barely remember. And all the other men gathered were husbands themselves. If Anders was a sinner, at least he wouldn’t be the only one denied passage at the Pearly Gates. Besides, who was to say this wasn’t a reward sent by the Lord himself, for a life of dedication and faithfulness?

Yes. Maybe this wasn’t just a power move from a crazy farmer. Maybe, having his way with these two little whores was his God given right!

Somewhere, deep down, even Anders knew he was making excuses, but with his crotch taking control of his mind, that part was quickly overridden by burning desire. And as the girls reached him, his hands were all over them. Groping and squeezing their wonderful tits, pinching their nipples until they gasped. They didn’t pull away though and soon his hand slipped down the valley of their asses, reaching further until his fingers felt moisture and warmth. Their red faces glanced at each other, breaths coming more quickly, but they didn’t move away.

You love it, don’t you? To be groped and fondled by my hand? You’re little whores, aren’t you? ****, worthless little whores!

"Want to see what else our little girls can do?" Lady Maja asked with a twinkle in her eyes. Her voice was aimed at the table, but her eyes were locked on Anders, and he glanced down at the full cleavage of her breasts. Her nipples were stiff, clearly visible behind the thin silk of her robe.

You’re a little whore as well, aren’t you, Mrs. Karlsson?

After a clear yes from the table, Mrs. Karlsson led them to the middle of the room, a few meters from the table.

“Sit,” she ordered, and the two girls got down on their knees, hands resting on the fabric of their skirts as they looked up at the older woman with blushing faces. “Stick out your tongues.”

They obeyed immediately, opening their mouths and sticking out their cute, pink tongues.

Anders felt his cock jerk even harder.

“Bark.”

“Woof! Woof!” the stupid whores barked in unison.

“Pant.”

The two girls - no, the two dogs, the two bitches - started to breathe louder and faster, mimicking the shallow breaths of dogs.

“Beg.”

The two golden haired, petite little maids brought their hands up and folded them by the chest, tongues still sticking out and their panting getting louder.

“Beg more.”

“Woof! Woof! Woof!”

“Woof! Woof! Woof!”

The adorable girls barked and panted as saliva gathered on the tips of their tongues and soon the first few drops dripped down over their cleavage. But they kept begging. Like stupid dogs.

I need a dog like that. Anders cock screamed in agreement.

“Wag your tails.”

He almost choked on his wine as the two girls turned around and raised their asses toward the sky, exposing every inch of their adorable, firm butts. Anders fought the urge to jump out of his chair and press his face between the smooth cheeks.

Fuck. I need to fuck that ass, he thought, looking at Lisa as she trembled with her bum raised high.

“Good doggies. Now, sit still. Completely still.”

The girls turned around again and returned to their former poses like begging puppies, and went quiet but left their tongues out as lady Maja moved forward and put small, fine-cut pieces of roasted meat on the tips of their noses. She stepped back and let the audience admire the two doggies as they balanced their treats on their faces.

Spit dripped from their hanging tongues. One of the maids - Lisa? - was red all over as the humiliation clearly affected her. The other one - Sara - seemed to be fighting the urge to move her hands down her legs. What a fucking whore.

“Keep still.” And then the lady put her bare foot between the legs of Lisa, and a shiver went through the body of the young woman. She whimpered, tongue dripping, as Mrs. Karlsson moved the toes and ankle between her thighs, fondling her and making the girl moan in the most humiliating fashion possible. The other girl glanced longingly at her friend as it got clearer that she was closing climax, her hips moving involuntarily against the bare skin of Maja’s ankle.

“Now, now, be careful. You don't want to spill your treat, do you little doggie?”

Lisa stopped grinding her cunt against Maja’s foot, but the quivering only grew stronger ass the seconds passed.

“You want to see them catch their treats?”

“Yes!” Anders yelled. He didn’t even hear whether the rest of the spectators joined him.

“And if they fail, what will we have to do with them?”

“Punish them! Whip them! Make them hurt!” Anders called out, again oblivious to his surroundings.

“So be it,” Maja agreed and winked at him.

Oh, I’m going to fuck you too tonight, Mrs. Maja Karlsson. I’ll wipe that cocky smile of your face as I shove my pole deep down your throat and fill it with my sticky semen.

The woman seemed to read his thoughts, because her smile grew wider, almost as if daring him. Then she turned her attention back to the two worthless slavewhores by her feet.

“Eat the treat.”