" You are a slave. That means you have very few rights. And cumming like a regular man is definitely not one of them. Normal orgasms make men feel coc...y and selfish. You won't be getting those. Your orgasms will be humiliating. They will reinforce your status."You brought a chair over and sat in front of me."Let's play a game, slave."You bent forward suggestively. Tracing your finger around your lips, you asked me, "Do slaves get to cum here?" You opened your mouth.I shook my head no. "No,. The creek is better than a pond as the water is cleaner because it flows faster, no cows stand around in it, and it is spring fed.One Saturday when I was thirteen and just about to turn fourteen, after all the farm work was done, my Dad took my brothers, sisters, and me to the best spot on the creek for a swim.Dad did his best to do a lot with us. He and Mom were always attentive and good to us. As farmers, we had to do a lot. Lot's of work in the fields and with the stock. He did a great job. And have the desire to please. And I want someone with a hard cock. And I wanted someone I could virtually fuck. It was supposed to just be fun. Then you came along. I have been waiting for this day seems since I sent you that first text. I have to admit to myself, I've never done anything like this, but it seems a logically crazy next step, right? Everyday what I do and why I do it, I picture with you. I have to have you! I can't watch you and not be able to touch your skin anymore. I have to. I started to open up for him and said a few choice cuss words as he pushed harder. Damn I missed his cock. I wanted him so bad. He continued to push more of his shaft inside me and told me how much he missed being inside me. He started to stroke more and I was in heaven. Our bodies were in tune with each other. There was so much desire for each other that it hurt. He would speed up the slow down. His huge cock pistoning into my pussy. Like it was made to be there. We changed positions a few.