Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2013 09:36:36 -0400 (EDT)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: Buttermilk Field Chapter 3

Buttermilk Field

Chapter Three, Hand crafted to please all pallets.

As we grew more accustomed to each other in bed and out of it, I felt my
whole being was controlled by Richard. The sheets needed changing every day
now  and I don't think there was ever a night went by when Richard didn't
fuck me to  the brim.
But all the time he loved to experiment and I simply adored his  masterful
approach, which was unlike me because I was the one who usually liked  to be
in control. But truth is; I relished being subservient to him because it
was bringing out something inside me that I never knew about.
We worked hard  in the hot summer sun of the day, and if Richard did turn
up for his  constitutional, which was more often than not, he'd take me to
the shed where we  kept all the potato lifting gear and usually gave me a nice
deep clean one over  the edge of the shelf , which he had adjusted in
height to have me in the most  comfortable position. Then we would get on with
slicing the potatoes and making  hand crafted crisps from them. Different from
the wonderful hand craft I had  from dear Richard who always gave me lots
of spoiling, even when I was making  the crisps - coming up behind me as he
did, his hot cock pressing through his  jeans and the rear of mine too. He
joked that maybe we could have a back zip  fitted because so often he
fantasised about fucking me in my tight jeans
I  remember sometimes when I was a kid, if I was really naughty, my mum
would take  me over her knee and spank me soundly until I yelped with pain.
It is strange  how now, when Richard spanks me, I have really happy
recollections of my mum,  because I really  respected her, the way she brought me
up and everything.  - so receiving `role play' punishment from Richard was,
although it stung some,  a real warming experience .
But now it wasn't my mum punishing me like that,  it was Richard and
feeling the palm of his strong right hand colliding with each  cheek as he had me
bent over touching the floor with my fingertips, was a  strangely erotic
experience. Something which although I detested at the start, I  put up with to
please Richard.
But he aimed not to make it sting too much and  promised he would make it
better with a splurge of kisses and massage afterwards  and he kept to that.
He was very careful about not bruising me though, and  took great heed to
massage me afterwards with all manner of heeling oils which  was alone, worth
the hurt, just to be thoroughly pampered and spoilt after each  spanking
"You shouldn't have such a tempting hind David then I may not be  tempted
- but each time I look at you I am thinking  those carnal thoughts.  It is
not just the way you look but the way your walk and hold yourself. I get
this feverish torment just to   do wonderful things with  you."
"I've noticed!" I grinned   rubbing my ass cheeks which were  now numb
after Richard's seeing too and his wonderful deep massage which  extended to my
cock and balls, sufficiently coaxing me into a real wonderfully  gripping
climax, when I spurted into his face like the proverbial volcano.
He  loved it too, taking heed to show me how he massaged my cream all over
his cock  after licking mine, to ensure it was fully relished and there I
was, limp but  fully gratified. Hand grafting me all the time; " to draw out
the true flavour  of much spoiled cock,"  he said and I loved the way he said
that.
Just  as much as we had laughs too, when he said he had this urge to fuck
me in jeans  because jeans complimented my tight ass - ad to achieve that he
carefully cut  out a hole in the material, which at first was too low down.
"I would have  thought you know where it is now" I teased    so he tried
again  and found the hot spot, and really, being fucked in jeans was another
learning  curve, especially when afterwards he had me sit on his face whilst
his tongue  found the same way through as did his cock and It was a
fabulous way to be  sucked up,
He wanted me to share the experience of seeing just how my ass  responded
to his spanking, how good it looked. He arranged a camera and a screen  so I
could watch from my bent over position, and there I was, inglorious close
up colour.
"See how I mean David. Just look and see just why it tempts me so  much, it
is beautiful and glows nicety as I spank it."
He was right, it  soon developed a deep red colour which made me agree -
and I felt more hot for  him to fuck me like that, when I was all spanked up
and  reddened. He said  to watch as he massaged coconut oil into each cheek.
He rolled his cock over it  and gave me a feel of it between my cheeks,
teasing me uo for later.
Once he  said I must see him spank me with my tonight jeans on which he
said was most  becoming.
So it was more of the spanking followed by lots of sniffing into my  crutch
and lots of fabulous massage.

But it was not just the spanking that was becoming standard. He wanted to
harness me  and ride me like a horse, the bit in my mouth, the stirrups
everything, and even the horse whip to discipline me.
He had me kneeling on  all fours, fixed a false tail to my buttocks which
tickled my balls every time I  moved. Whish was very kinky, but with Richard
anything goes and this was just  another learning curve.
I wasn't allowed to say anything because he said it  would spoil the
illusion. He washed and rubbed me down, stroked my nose ad neck  like I really was
a horse, amazing! But he was a big guy compared with me and it  was
impracticable for him to actually to on my back, so he simply placed his  feet each
side of me and pretended he was riding me, stroking my buttocks with  the
whip and sometimes just a slight swish of it to buck me up.
He'd try  things like that  to bring to life his fantasies but it could
never work  purely because I was not strong enough to hold his weight. Still it
was a good  try and he seemed to enjoy pampering my ass and balls with the
false horsetail  which was different . But it wasn't long before he
dispensed with that tail  and  instead, tied this elasticised ribbon around the
contours  of my  ass in such a way as to spread them well apart so that he could
take full  advantage of the offerings between. His warm sucks and nibbles
were always  divine as he gently teased my balls with his finger tips.
"You have the most  desirable and suckable ass and I love the stink of you,
I want to smother my  face in your stink and taste your sex."
Pure sex with Richard was so very  different from anything  I'd experienced
before and he always made sure he  did everything for my pleasure as well
as his.
"You are beautiful David" he  whispered coming up for air but teasing my
asshole with the tip of his small  finger, easing it around and around
slightly inside. Making it squelch which  felt very nice.
"I simply adore you, I guess you know that. I get the feeling  sometimes,
when I have you all strapped up that I want to turn you inside out.  You are
like a drug to me, I simply have to have my regular dose of you. Just  take
a look at me now, see what I mean?"
I  glanced sideways, I could  just look but not talk because Richard had
taken to fixing this gag into my  mouth which would not be removed until he
wanted serving orally. It looked like  that wouldn't be long as he showed me
his fully erect cock pulsing in the grip  of his left hand, his right still
working my hole.
I was right, he removed  the gag, pushed a finger inside me roughly and
offered me his thick, ripe   red  and blue veined cock and there I was, feeling
the stretch of his  finger one end and the taste of his large e pungent
cock set .deep into my  mouth.
Then he said he wanted to feel my suck as he spanked me. I guess he  reaped
something from that. I felt his hand come down on me again with a
resounding slap which unintentionally made me bite him there.
"For that" he  yelled, " you are really going to get it!". Examining his
cock I was relieved  there was no blood but I could see the bite mark.
I would have thought he  would not have had the intent to fuck me but it
seemed to make him all the more  heated and he certainly meant what he said
when he pumped me harder than ever  before. Gritting my teeth to subdue the
pain I took the full fuck which came  quick. He'd never fucked me like that
before but it came to pass that the biting  fired him off into a new
dimension, so I was stuck with it and it was becoming  reality.  Crazy, but I had
unwittingly set something off that brought out  the animal in Richard and
biting his cock became a specialised thing, because  the art was not to draw
blood, he was not into that and neither was I. But just  enough to make it seem
I was going to bite it off.
It created a new and  wonderful sensual feeling for me, and I know it did
for Richard too. It was not  just the sucking and licking any more but the
feel of my teeth simply  nudging  his length, and the joy perceived from that.
He tried it on me  too, so we both understood the absolute thrill of it,
just the thought of your  partner going too far with the bite was thrill
enough like one was living on the  edge.
And that was to be the start of something new, he wanting and having me  in
all sorts of new situations which invited danger, and a new challenge.

To be continued...