Part I
I grew up on a dairy farm in the rural Midwest. I was the typical all American farmboy with good looks and a rural looking innocence girls loved, though my sexual behavior was anything but innocent. In high school I dated girls and fucked or got blow jobs from everyone of them I went out with. The farm kept me busy and from applying myself to academics or sports. My sport was sex anyways.
When I was a senior my Father lost the farm to the bank due to large debts. So when I graduated high school I sought out to find a dairy farm to work and live at. I enjoyed farming and it was the only thing I seemed to know how to do. With my grades I couldn't hardly get into college and I had no interest in it anyway.
I found an add from a farmer looking for, "hard working young man for general dairy farm work and some field work. Accommodations available. Must be in good shape for hard work." I wasn't afraid of hard work and I knew I was in good shape. I was a lean muscular stud weighing 180 pounds and 6 feet tall and blond hair. I called the farmer and after him asking me several questions he seemed very interested in meeting me so I drove out to the farm. He came out of the barn and introduced himself, "Hi I am Paul. You must be Eric that responded from the ad." "Yes" I replied. I said, "It seems like you have quite a huge operation here. I can understand why your looking for farm help." Paul was a good looking man of about 35 and you could tell the hard farm work kept him in shape.
I stayed and helped Paul with milking cows that evening. We hit it off really well together. After chores Paul offered me the job. He showed me the accommodations and introduced me to his wife who seemed ambivalent to my new presence in their house. I moved in the next day and started working with Paul on the farm the following day. It was a great feeling to be working on a farm again. Being in a new town and area I didn't know anybody, and no release for sex. Being only 19 at the time I was always horny and found myself masturbating a lot.
after about a week of being on the farm with Paul, he caught me up in the hay loft beating my cock. When I saw him I quickly tried shoving my 9 inch cock in my coveralls, but it was too late because he had seen me. "Boy what the hell are you doing up here?" he asked. Though knowing full well what I was doing. Nervous and scared I said, "Please Paul I am sorry, I was just so horny, I couldn't control myself. Please don't fire me please... I beg you!" He looked at the huge bulge in my coveralls. He then ordered me to take off my coveralls and I did as I was ordered. Then he ordered me to take off my sweatshirt and T-shirt as well. Then he ordered me to take off my underwear and my huge cock bounced free and hard in the cool autumn air of the barn. There I stood naked with only my work boots on, I felt so ashamed and vulnerable. I didn't quite know what Paul was going to do with me. Then he said, "Eric you have a very nice prick there, you should be proud of it." "Thank you sir," I said. He then walked up to me and put his bare hand around my throbbing cock and began stroking it. I couldn't believe what was happening, much less how good it felt to have a man stroking my cock. He then asked me, "Do you want to keep your job here?" "Yes very much so sir!" I exclaimed. "Then are you willing to do whatever I ask you? And listen and obey my every command?" I needed this job very badly, I had no money and no place to go so I agreed not knowing what I was embarking on. "Very well, I guess I have me a new slave boy," Paul said.
He was stroking my hard throbbing cock, he then ordered me to turn around, he said, "I want to inspect my new piece of ass I have here." He grabbed my ass cheeks and slid a finger up against my hole. I was frightened but yet excited by being dominated and ordered around at the same time. I had so many mixed emotions. He then slid his finger up my ass. I almost blew my wad right there. The feeling of having something up my ass got me so excited.
It wasn't long though and Paul ordered me to kneel down in front of him. He unbuttoned his bib overalls he had on and let them drop down around his dirty work boots. He then ordered me, "Boy, I want you to suck my cock real good now." His cock was just bulging against his underwear trying to burst out into a full erection. I peeled his underwear off to reveal his beautiful 10 inch cock. Paul wasted no time and pushed his cock into my mouth and down my throat. It didn't take long and Paul was riding my face. He started making comments like, "Damn boy I am glad I hired you, you are one hell of a good cock sucker! That's it suck that fucking prick of mine!" I could hardly breath he was ramming his cock so far down my throat. Then with no warning I could feel my mouth flood with his warm hot juice. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but he just continued to pump my mouth full of his cum.
After Paul released his load in my mouth he proceeded to pull his bib overalls back up. He then said, "Eric, I don't want you to touch that throbbing cock of yours. You can put your sweatshirt back on, but that's it. And I only want you to zipper that sweatshirt up half way, so if I want I can feel those tits of yours." I did as he ordered. "Now finish up getting those bales of hay down to the feeding bin. Then we will start milking, after milking I want to try out a piece of that ass of yours. Is that understood boy?" I replied, "Yes Sir!" There I stood bare ass naked with only a pair of work boots on and a hooded sweatshirt. My hardon would not let up either, I had to work around the barn with my cock bouncing around in front of me. I felt so humiliated, but turned on at the same time. We milked the cows which took about 2 and a half hours. Whenever Paul would pass me while we were milking in the barn he would take his leather gloved hand and slap my ass and give me a deep tonguing kiss. He knew I was his and I belonged to him now and he could do whatever he wanted to me. His control and dominance made me feel excited and secure at the same time.
When we had finished milking I began to get weak in the knees for I knew what was coming. My hard cock still bouncing out in front of me. We had let the cows out of the barn and I was cleaning the barn floor from all the cow shit when Paul came up behind me. He grabbed me and pressed himself into me. He reached around me and unzipped my sweatshirt the rest of the way and started squeezing my nipples and caressing my body. While I could feel his mancock bulging in his overalls as he rhythmically pressed it into my ass. Paul said, "Eric, are you ready to have your ass tore apart by my cock? I am going to ride that ass of yours long and hard!" I replied, "Yes sir." As I almost fainted from the sexual excitement.
Paul then ordered me to lay down on my back on a couple of bales of hay. Paul then unbuttoned his bib overalls and let them fall down around his work boots. His huge prick bouncing to attention without hardly any help. He took some lubricant that is used on the cows teats so that the milking machine would slide on better and greased up his cock. He had me right where he wanted me, my ass was right about his cock level as he stood there. Paul then flung my work boots over his shoulders and positioned himself for penetration. I could feel him press against my ass hole. Paul began to slide in against great resistance. He made it in about three inches when I yelped in pain, "please Paul stop! It hurts! You're too fucking big for my ass! Stop!" He ignored my pleas and continued to even press further into my ass. He said, "give it time boy your ass will adjust to my prick. It will have to because I am going to fuck this ass all the time. It won't be long before your begging me to fuck you all the time." Paul finally managed to force his entire 10 inch cock up my ass. He then paused to give me time to adjust to his massive cock up my ass. I felt so dominated and at his mercy, him on top of me with his huge prick up my ass ready to ride me. Even though I was in terrible pain it excited me like nothing has ever excited me before.
Paul slowly began to move his cock in and out of my ass. His throbbing cock jolting against my prostrate, it felt so good. I began to feel the pleasure that Paul had promised I would feel. I began moaning and groaning with pleasure as Paul picked up the pace of his assault on my ass. Paul said, "damn boy you have one tight ass! You are so fucking hot!" I started begging him to fuck me harder, "aaahhhh, oh fuck Paul! Fuck me! Fuck me deeper and harder!" And he did fuck me deeper and harder.
It wasn't long and I was releasing my hot cum juice. My orgasm caused me to jolt and buck on the cock that was assaulting my ass. This inturn caused Paul to explode and release jets of his hot love juice up my ass. It felt great having him explode in my ass. He then collapsed on top of me with his cock still up my ass. I had only been on the farm a week now and after this experience today I didn't know if I would ever want to leave.
When Paul regained his strength he pulled out of me and pulled up his bib overalls. He ordered me to put my coveralls back on. He said to me, "now when we go up to the house I want you to act normal like nothing happened down here. Is that understood?" Again I replied, "Yes sir." I had wondered if Paul had done this with all his former farm hands that worked for him. But I didn't care because now I was Paul's and I belonged to him. When we went up to the house we changed out of our barn clothes and went into the kitchen and Paul kissed his wife just like normal. From then on our barn life and house life were to remain distinctly separate.
After dinner I went to my bedroom exhausted and sore from being fucked by Paul. Paul knocked on my bedroom door and came in. Standing in front of me he tossed a couple of jock straps at me. He said, "From now on I want you to wear only one of these jock straps and only your sweatshirt under your coveralls when you get dressed to come out to the barn. Get some rest because tomorrow is going to be another long day." I replied, "Yes sir. Thank you sir."
When I awoke early the next morning I slid the jock strap on, wow what a perfect snug fit I thought to myself. I proceeded down to the porch of the house where I put on my sweatshirt and slid into my barn coveralls. I was putting on my work boots when Paul came out and told me to put on the tall rubber boots. He said, "Eric wear the rubber boots this morning because after milking your going to shovel shit and then take the tractor out and spread it in the fields." I did as I was told and put on the long rubber boots.
When we reached the barn Paul told me to take my coveralls off. He then brought out a box from within the milk house. He pulled out a dildo with straps on it. He greased it up and told me to bend over. He slid the dildo all the way up my ass and then secured the straps to keep it in place. He then took out clamps with weights on them and attached them to my nipples. I was in pain but I knew better then to resist what I had coming to me. He then said, "OK boy, lets go to work, we have a lot of work to do today. And this is the way you are to remain until I say so. I also don't want you to even think abut touching that cock of yours. Is that understood?" I replied, "Yes sir." I felt even more humiliated then the day before. There I was with a 12 inch dildo strapped up my ass and weights hanging from my tits. At least I was able to keep my hooded sweatshirt on and the jock strap to cover my equipment. Though the dildo caused me to get a massive erection and my cock strained against the mesh material of the jock strap. I wanted to beat off so bad but I knew I couldn't.
After we had finished with the morning chores milking the cows, Paul ordered me to go bring the tractor and manure spreader up to the barn from one of the sheds. I said, "But Paul look at me, what if your wife sees me walking to the shed in only a jock strap?" He replied, "Are you questioning my order?" I put my head down, for I knew I should not have questioned his command. "No sir, I am sorry. I will go bring the tractor and manure spreader down immediately." I walked out of the barn feeling so frightened someone might see me in a jock strap with an erection bulging out in front of me. But I did as I was ordered.
When I returned to the barn with the tractor Paul put me to work shoveling manure into the spreader. When I had filled the spreader Paul came back and ordered me into the cab of the tractor with him. Paul said, "While I am driving out to the field I want you to take my cock out any give me some good head." I unbuttoned his bib overalls and pulled them down freeing his cock and balls. I wasted no time and started sucking on my masters cock. Again Paul didn't hesitate to force the back of my head down on his growing cock. Without mercy he assaulted my mouth with his cock. When we reached the field Paul pulled me off his cock. He then turned me around and removed the massive dildo that was stuck up my ass all morning. He then told me I should remove my jock strap, so I splipped it down over my boots. He then removed the clamps from my tits. It felt so good to free my cock from its restraint and let it swing free. My tits felt so relieved as well. My master then started sucking on my tits with his mouth. But the relief was not to last.
As Paul sat in the drivers seat of the tractor, he ordered me to sit on his cock. "I am going to fuck that ass of yours as we spread this shit in the fields. You steer the tractor while I concentrate on fucking your ass." He removed the dildo only to be replaced by his massive 10 inch cock. He told me, "I don't want to hear anymore sissy shit out of you about it hurting! Your going to get fucked all the time so get used to it!" "Yes sir," I replied. He then rammed his massive rod up my ass. The searing pain filled my body but I restrained from crying or complaining. I knew my body was adjusting to this new intruder that was invading my body, for it wasn't long at all and I was again moaning in pleasure. There we were driving through the field spreading shit and me getting fucked up the ass. The bouncing and jolting of the tractor as it drove through the field forced Paul's cock even further and harder up my ass then before. I knew if I could just touch my cock it would explode with cum, but my master wouldn't let me.
After ramming my ass for 20 minutes Paul finally released a huge load of hot cum up my ass. I started yelling I couldn't take it anymore, "Please let me touch it! I need to cum I can't take the pressure anymore! Please Paul let me cum!" Then Paul reached around and grabbed my cock and with only three strokes my young throbbing cock released streams of hot wet cum from my cock. Again I started yelling, "aaaahhhh yes!!! ooohhhh!!!" It never felt so good to release my load. We finished up spreading the shit and returned to the barn.
The next week brought more sexual torture and assault on my young hot body. Paul tested and humiliated me every chance he had. But I knew he loved me, and only wanted me to serve him with the utmost loyalty. And I served him without ever questioning his commands again.
The autumn harvest season was going to change things. Paul always hires two local boys to help with baling hay in the summer and harvesting corn in the Fall.
Part II
It was getting into the third week in October and Paul wanted to start combining corn next week. This time of the year is quite busy especially for this farm because we had over 600 acres of corn to combine. Paul has two local farm boys that come in the Summer to bale hay and in the Fall to help with the harvest time. I was glad we were going to get some help because it was difficult to keep up with the farm work in the barn much less all the field work that needed to be done now. I also was rather curious to see if I was the only one that Paul had induced into having sex with, as well all of the sex games and humiliation.
This was still only my second week on the farm and everything was still rather new to me. Especially trying to discern the context of Paul and his wife's relationship. It was Thursday morning and I had gotten up and went down to the barn to start chores. Paul was very late getting down to the barn this morning. When he finally came out of the house I could hear shouting and screaming coming from Paul and his wife. I had stepped out of the barn to see what was happening. I could see Paul's wife throwing luggage among other things into the car. They had obviously had a terrible fight and it looked like Paul's wife was leaving. After she had left Paul came down to the barn.
"I couldn't help over hearing the yelling between the two of you. Is there anything I can help with?" I asked.
"Eric, I hate to be honest, but you were the reason we were fighting. I had told my wife that we were fucking and that I no longer loved her. She couldn't understand me being attracted to nice tight ass piece of ass like you. Like any bitch she didn't take it very well. But don't worry, it was for the best. This was inevitable and bound to happen sooner or later. And after all I have you as my little fuck boy." As he razzed my hair with his glove and slapped me on the ass. "This means your just going to have to do more work in the barn and the house now. Being that I am now free to do whatever the fuck I want with you and where I want to do it, you best get those coveralls off."
I slipped my coveralls off and stood there in my jock strap and sweatshirt and workboots awaiting my next order. "Bend over I have a but plug here that your going to wear today." I bent over and Paul shoved a massive but plug up my ass. It strained against my prostrate. This new weapon of Paul's was going to drive me fucking crazy. Paul hadn't touched me either since Tuesday and it was now Thursday morning, I was really fucking horny. Paul grabbed me by the neck and brought me up to his mouth. He laid a huge long French kiss on me. He embraced me and pulled me tight into him and sucked on my face. His right hand dropped down and he rubbed it against my throbbing hard on under the jock strap. "Before you blow a wad, kid, lets get back to work and finish milking."
After we had gotten done milking Paul told me he had to go into town to the feed mill that he would be back in a couple of hours. He gave me several jobs to do in the barn while he was going to be away. I wanted so bad to blow a wad from my nuts to relieve my sexual energy. I had asked Paul before he left, "Are you sure you don't need me to relieve you or anything." I tried hinting that I wanted sex and I wanted it now. But it did no good.
"Boy, I know what the fuck you need. What you need is to listen to your order and get to work." Paul had an obvious plan though it alluded me at the time.
Paul had left and I went to work cleaning the barn after chores and bringing hay down from the hay loft to put into the feed bins. I could hear someone enter the barn behind me, I naturally thought it was Paul coming back and either checking up on me or because he forgot something. When I turned around there stood not Paul but a huge muscled man with broad shoulders. He looked about 29, standing 6'2 with short dark hair. He stood there in jeans workboots and a flannel shirt, and with a baseball cap turned backwards. "Oh, Excuse me!" He said, stunned by my appearance.
Oh fuck I thought. Who the hell is this I thought to myself. How the hell am I going to explain me standing here in a jock strap, much less the evident hard on I was sporting under the strap. My heart was pounding and there was no where to run or hide. I had to face him.
"Oh, Hi!" I said. "I am Eric, Paul's new farmhand. Paul went into town to the feed mill, he will be back in a couple of hours."
"I see. I am Kevin the milk man. I came to pick up the milk, I am on this here route every Thursday morning. What the fuck happened to your clothes. Don't you have any jeans or anything?" He asked innocently. Though by where his eyes were focusing I don't think he was so concerned with where my clothes were but with the bulging rod under my strap.
"Oh I had spilt some chemicals on my coveralls, so I decided to work like this. Its all right I don't mind working this way." I had to think of an excuse fast, and that was the only thing I could think of to say. I felt so embarrassed standing there half naked in front of this guy. I tried to pull my sweatshirt down over my package but it didn't help, he knew full well what I was sporting under there.
"Oh, I see," he said. "I was expecting to find Paul in here. I was hoping to get some help with this valve in the milk house. It seems to be jammed I need some help opening it. Would you mind giving me a hand in here?"
"Ya, we have had some problems with that valve. I think Paul needs to replace it soon." I said.
"Here Eric, you stand behind me and lets both try and pull that lever down." I stood up against him. The only way I was going to get a decent grip on the lever was to get up close and I had to practically press my bulging crotch into his ass. We did get the valve open with our combined strength. I stood there and Kevin turned around and looked me over. "Thanks for your help with that valve, Eric. I don't think I could have gotten it open without you. Say it looks like that jock strap is rather uncomfortable and its really not covering much, why don't you just take it off. I don't mind."
I knew if Paul had caught me even taking off my jock strap I would be in big trouble. But I figured he wanted me to get caught like this and it was part of his plan. I also didn't care, I knew it would feel so good to free my cock, I figured if I would get caught I would deal with the consequences later. I pulled my jock strap down over my workboots. My hardened prick jumped to attention. Kevin was shocked by the size of my over 8 inch prick as it waved to him.
"Holy shit, Eric! That fuckers huge! Hey, you some kind of faggot?" Kevin had asked questioningly, though I think he knew full well where all this was leading. After all, he was the one who wanted me to take my strap off.
"Um, Ya I am gay." I said hesitantly looking down, hoping he wasn't going to best the shit out of me or something.
"How about that, Paul has a little faggot boy working for him. Well looks like the cows aren't going to be the only thing your going to be milking here this morning." Kevin walked over and grabbed my cock in his hand and began stroking it. His rough callused hand felt good on my cock. His face met my face and we started kissing passionately. His hands probing my body as our crotches began grinding into each other. Feeling this huge stallion of a man in my arms felt so good. Every inch of him was hard and firm, there was no doubt his sculpture of a body came from hard manual labor on a farm. When your a farmboy long enough you can always tell when a young man earned his development on the farm.
Kevin's hands found my ass and subsequently found the but plug up my ass. He pulled off my mouth and said, "Hot damn, we'll have to replace that with the real thing soon." Worried Paul might come back and catch us fucking around he asked, "How long till Paul is going to come back?"
"We have plenty of time, I he shouldn't be coming back for another hour and a half." I was in no mood to worry about Kevin, I just knew I had to have this stallion.
Kevin said, "I have an idea, Come on." He lead me by the hand out into the milking parlor, that's where the cow stalls are and where they get milked. Paul had two stalls that had the old style stanchion where the cow comes into the stall and its head gets locked into place. This keeps the cow in place during milking. Kevin lead me over to the stall and told me to place my head in the stanchion. He then locked it in place. This caused me to be in a locked bent over position. Then Kevin took some teat lube and lubed my prick like he would a cows teat before milking. He then took the milking machine off the wall and brought it over. He managed to get about 6 inches of my cock into the milking machine and then turned it on. I was so fucking hot, the milking machine kneading and sucking the shit out of my cock. I was so ready to just blow my wad, but I tried holding off with all my might.
Then Kevin removed my but plug from my ass. "Get ready for the fuck of your life little queer boy! Because I am going to ride that ass like its never been ridden before." Then pulled his jeans and underwear down around his ankles and stroked his monstrously thick 7 inch cock a few times and smeared some teat lube on it. Then he began slapping my ass with his hand saying, "Are you ready to get fucked boy? ahh...? aahhh...? Are you ready?"
"Yes! Yes!" I shouted. "Fuck me! Fuck me Hard Kevin!" Then with one hard shove he buried his cock in my ass. "Ahh!! Fuck!! Kevin!! It Hurts!!" Kevin wasted no time and began pounding my ass.
"Shut up you fucking faggot boy. Take it like a man. You know you fucking love it. You know you want it fucking hard." He was right to, pain or no pain, I needed to be pounded hard.
As soon as Kevin shoved his cock up my ass and started pounding me I couldn't control myself any longer. I blew my wad into the milking machine. "ahhh... ooohhhh... Fuck Kevin I am cumming!!" I could see the hot white juice being sucked through the clear tubing of the milking machine as I convulsed and bucked against my restraint. For a brief moment I thought whoever drinks this milk will get a few extra wholesome nutrients straight from the farm.
Kevin didn't stop he just continued to plow my ass. "Yeeee Haaa!!" He shouted. And spanked my ass a few times. My cock continued to be sucked by the machine and in turn continued to stay rock hard.
There we were my head clamped into a milking stanchion, my cock being serviced by the milking machine, and this fucking country stud plowing my ass. It was then I heard someone clear their throat at the doorway. "Well look at here, the milk man is fucking my farmhand."
"Oh! Fuck! Paul! I am sorry! I... I..." as Kevin tried stuttering out words and pulling up his jeans.
Paul made it seem like he was very angry at Kevin. He rushed over grabbed him by the neck and threw him into the stanchion next to me. He quickly locked Kevin's head into the clamp. So now Kevin and I were both locked into the stanchions bent over waiting for Paul and for whatever he was going to do to us.
Kevin tried pleading with Paul, "I am sorry Paul... I couldn't help myself. Your fucking boy seduced me! I had to fuck him. Please let me go! Please..." But Paul had no intentions of letting Paul go, quite the contrary.
Paul then moved to the front of the stanchions to where our heads were. He stepped in front of me and proceeded to pull down his overalls. "I thought I told you not to take off your jock strap before I left. Did you seduce this boy over here?" Paul knew full well the situation. He left me standing in the barn in a jock strap with a but plug up my ass and a raging hard on. What the hell did he expect to happen when the milk man came.
"Suck my cock Boy!" Paul said sternly as he shoved his cock into my mouth. He drove his cock in and out of my mouth, with my head locked in the stanchion I was forced to take everything he gave me, and that was close to the full 10 inches of his enormous cock.
But Paul didn't blow his wad down my throat. As soon as he was getting close he pulled out and walked over to his new possession, Kevin. "I am going to teach you for fucking my farmhand. I am going to fucking drive my cock up your ass." He quickly smeared some lube on his cock and positioned himself behind Kevin.
Kevin began shouting, "No, Stop Paul! Please No! Don't Fuck Me!" Kevin bucked and pulled against the restraints. He tried kicking Paul but with his jeans down around his ankles his attempts were futile.
Paul wasted no time and began pushing his hard cock into Kevin's tight ass. "ahhh...! Fuck! Stop It! Kevin shouted. "Your going to tear my asshole apart!" But Paul knew the kid was in pain, but also knew the kid's limit. And he was going push him to his limit. He got almost the entire length of his monster cock up his ass when he paused and let Kevin adjust to the girth of the cock up his virgin ass.
"It's all right kid, just relax." Paul said trying to soothe the kid and relax him. As soon as Paul felt him relax his ass muscles he started moving his cock in and out.
"My God, I feel like I am being fucked by a horse!" Kevin continued to verbally resist the rape. But it wasn't long and Kevin's body movements were going contrary to his verbal resistance. Paul also began picking up the pace and it wasn't long and Paul was riding Kevin real hard.
Kevin also couldn't hide the pleasure any longer and began moaning and groaning. "Ah.. Yes, ohhh Fuck Me!" Said Kevin. "Ya take that fucking prick of mine! You know you love it." Paul shouted back.
Then Kevin started convulsing against the restraints as he shot his load. Paul couldn't hold back any longer either and let his load shoot up Kevin's ass. You could tell Kevin was in ecstasy as Paul filled him with his hot juice. The sight made me shoot yet another load into the milking machine.
Paul let Kevin out of the restraint of the stanchion and thanked him for the great fuck. Kevin assured him he would be back next Thursday morning for some more fun. Kevin slapped me on the ass and thanked me ass well. Kevin kind of limped out of the barn after getting his ass stretched to new limits and took off in his milk truck.
"Now, what the hell am I going to do with you." Paul said to me as I remained their in the restraint of the stanchion and the milking machine sucking the shit out of me yet. "I think your going to remain there through the afternoon for doing what you did to Kevin."
"No, Please it hurts! Its sucking the shit out of me!" I yelled.
"Don't complain or I will make it longer." Then Paul left me there to go out and work in the fields for the afternoon. I ended up dropping yet another 3 loads of cum that afternoon into the milking machine.
After several hours of constant sucking from the milking machine Paul finally let me out of the restraint and took off the milking machine. He rubbed some lotion on my sore and exhausted penis and let me put my jock strap and coveralls back on. After milking cows that night I had to go up to the house and make dinner. After Paul's wife left the farm, I was given much more work and responsibility. I was both a "farmhand" and in many ways I was Paul's "bitch."
I hadn't had much experience cooking so I hoped I wasn't going to disappoint Paul with my cooking. We sat down for dinner and Paul didn't mention or comment about the food. We were busy talking about different things going on with the farm and different things that needed to be done.
When Paul finished his dinner I asked him if he like it. "Did you like dinner Paul?"
"Ya I did Boy, you did a good job. I liked it so much you deserve a little something special. Get your fucking ass over here. With one swoop of his arm he cleared the dishes to one side of the table and threw me down on my back. He didn't need to take any of my clothes off, because now that we were the only ones in the house my standard dress in the house was to be naked. I got fucked right on the table that evening. It was the best dessert I could have had.