Earning Respect

by Blair

  His strong fingers pinched her nipples and she felt as if there were an electric cord connecting the nipples to her pussy. She was getting wet. “Ah respect. The thing you don’t seem to understand is that love is giving. Respect means trusting the other person. You were taught that you had to be careful not to lose the respect of other people. If you did this or that, you would lose the respect of people around you. The real story is about earning respect. You don’t start out life with some quantity of respect that foolish people squander. You earn respect by doing things that please others.”

  “I don’t understand that.”

  “Consider a sexual fantasy. We all have them. They are playful things and engage your mind with ideas that might or might not be pleasurable. Some of them give us ideas for things we would like to try. Our imagination has concocted something the body approves of. If you have a fantasy and I respect you, then I will try to help you find out if it is as much fun for you as it seems in your dreams. If you want me to do something to you or with you, then I want to do it because I want to see you having all the joy you can have. If you ask me to do something, because I respect you, I assume that your idea is that it will be fun and erotic. If it turns out not to be, so what? If I do something that you ask me to do and you tell me later that I am bad because I did it, I wouldn’t think badly of myself, but of you for lying to me. I don’t think you would do that. I trust you and want you to trust me. Forget what you have been told. Your focus should be the desires and wants of the people you care about and those who care about you. Lust is frowned on in polite society, but it leads us down merry paths if we let it. “

  “But what if my fantasy is to have sex with someone else?” she asked, and then gasped as he sprinkled oil on her thighs and began massaging between her legs. His oily finger spread the lips of her pussy and she felt a stream of air tickling her clit. She almost came, but he stopped. His thumbs spread her pussy open again and his tongue was inside her, licking. He sucked gently on the sensitive tissues and licked her again. Her oiled thighs pressed against his face as an orgasm coursed through her.

  She lay there trembling and his hands began working on her thighs again. Through a haze, she heard his soft voice again, and she struggled to follow them.

  “If you have a fantasy about fucking other people, then, with luck, you find the person or people and can get them to act that fantasy out with you.”

  “What about you?” Her voice was faint and weak. “Where is the trust between us?”

  His hands moved down her legs until he was thoroughly messaging her feet, ankles, and then toes. “The trust is still there. If I can watch you, or participate somehow, that would be great, as it would please me to watch you explore your own possibilities, because I care about you. The main point is that I support you in your search for pleasure and you support me. Support and facilitate. If you tell me to eat your pussy and let another man fuck you, then I will happily watch him fuck you and watch your face and body to see the joy he can give you. But I would expect the same support from you for my fantasies because it must go both ways.”

  He rolled her on her stomach. She heard the sound of him taking off his shorts. Then, as fresh oil anointed her back and the strong hands rubbed it deep into her tense muscles, she felt the soft tapping of his rigid cock against her body. Between her orgasm and his strong manipulation, she was melting into the sheet. She had a vision of the two of them, her blindfolded and on her face, him straddling her ass, oiling her body, his cock pounding its tattoo against her. “The only rule,” she heard him say, “is that nothing you want or want to try is wrong as long as the same goes for me. If it is your fantasy, then my respect for you drives me to help you achieve it and your respect for me guarantees that it will be a positive experience for us both.”

  “But we are talking about sex. How could you enjoy seeing someone else fuck me? Wouldn’t that make you jealous? If I seemed to like it, wouldn’t you hate that?”

  “Only if you were not respecting my fantasies.” He smiled. “I have many of them. I want to hear yours so we can try them. I want to tell mine to you. I want us to know each other well enough to concoct delicious surprises. I don’t want you hiding longings from me, letting them ferment into shameful secrets. We can even combine fantasies.” His hands were massaging her ass now, and she could feel twinges in her pussy and ass as he pressed on her. “Suppose you wanted to try sex with a woman. Suppose you happened to see a woman that turned you on.”

  She considered it and realized that it sent a shiver of strange desire through her. “My God! I’ve wondered about what various men felt like to other women, but never thought of what it might be like to have sex with one, even though some of them are very yummy looking.”

  “See, thinking about, trying it on for size, lets you measure your honest body response. It doesn’t mean you have to eat the next woman you meet. Suppose we compared fantasies and I told you that I would love to watch another woman make love to you and then take you myself while she watched? Now, if we found the right person, we could try that, satisfying us both. We don’t have to, but we can. We don’t have to do anything every time.

  “Sometimes it is fun to put off acting on a feeling, but only if you have a choice. If you really are aching for someone, but think it is wrong to try to fulfil that desire, you will endure torture and unhappiness. In that state, you can’t make another person happy either. If your spirit and your body lust for Harry and you are frustrated, thinking that acting on it will kill our love, how can you truly give yourself to me? And if you can’t, that will kill our love as quickly as anything.”

  His hands stroked her gently. “I think that is where you are now, caught between what your body wants, what your spirit wants, and the fear that acting on them will cause you to lose my respect and love, that I will feel betrayed.”

  She sobbed. “What do I do? I am who I am.”

  He licked the back of her neck. “I think we haven’t found out who you are yet. If you will trust me, I think we will learn that the real Margot is a lot more adventurous than she lets on. I think you can learn to trust yourself and your feelings, and I think that is all it will take.”

  “So you want me try things with you? New things, even if am afraid of them? ”

  He laughed. “And me with you. I want you to do whatever you want with me or to me, and make your love and body available to me in the same way. I want a moratorium on the word ‘no’ for long enough for you to learn what happens when you say only that you are willing to try.“

  She felt more oil on her ass. His strong fingers rubbed wiped the oil across her buttocks and until his lubricated thumb rested on her anus as his fingers touched her clitoris gently.

  She gulped, feeling herself get hot again. She felt the beat of her pulse quicken. “I will try.”

  “If you do it and I am right, we both experience joys we haven’t tried before, and we give ourselves a shot at a future here on the island together. If not, you will be back in the city, in a place where no one knows what happened here. You will still have the respect you think they give you. You worry about me being with other women, of wanting them more than you. That can only happen if you don’t try. If you don’t try, I will keep my promise to Nichole to stay here and manage the island. I won’t do it as well as you could, but I will do my best. In doing that, I will enjoy the bodies of the women who work here and the women who come on the tours. I will do that regardless, but it would give me real pleasure to share that experience with you.

  “So the only gamble for you during the next weeks that Nichole has given us is to learn who you are. I think you are a hot piece of ass.”

  She shuddered, remembering Harry’s words to Rhonda before he took her ass, and felt Jake rub more oil on her ass cheeks, raising her off the bed as he massaged her. His fingers flicked up and down her butt crack and she felt she would come again soon just f
rom this.

  Then a well-oiled finger suddenly penetrated her pussy. Then he wiggled all of his fingers inside her and she came up to her knees with a start. He pulled the fingers out, rubbing them across her thighs. She was burning when she felt his finger pressing on her anus, then she cried out when he tried to work it inside her.

  “No one has done this to you before, have they? Your ass is still virgin.”

  “It is.”

  He left her for a moment and came back with a bowl of water. He dropped a washcloth in the water and then rang it out. “It’s just warm water he said reassuringly. He gently spread her ass cheeks and she felt the washcloth against her anus. It felt good; warm and soothing. He rinsed it several times, each time wringing it nearly dry and then rubbing the delicate rosebud. She couldn’t believe how good it felt.

  “You have a gorgeous asshole, Margot,” he said as he washed her. “I bet you’ve never thought about your asshole turning me on.”

  She swallowed. “No.” The fingers had her blood pumping so that she could barely hear him over the ringing in her ears.

  “It is a gorgeous little puckered anus that looks so enticing.” He put the bowl aside and began running his tongue over her anus and up the crack of her ass. The tip of his tongue explored the territory as his hands massaged her ass cheeks. Periodically his tongue gave her pussy a large wet lick. He sat up and poured oil over her ass again, rubbing it into her anus. His finger pressed against the opening again. He poured more oil on it and it slid inside. “Every time I see that little pucker I can’t help but think of how wonderful my cock would feel buried in it. Have you ever seen anyone fucked in the ass?”

  “Yes,” she answered, gasping as he worked the finger deeper and knowing that he would demand to know it all. She knew she wanted a cock in her ass, but it frightened her. She wanted his cock in her ass, and she struggled to summon the courage to tell him.

  “Who did you see?”

  “Harry. He was fucking Rhonda at the bungalow. She came and then he took her ass so he could come. He wanted me to join them.”

  Jake laughed, and she felt another finger enter her. “You wanted to, didn’t you? Be honest. You wanted him to fuck your ass.”

  His fingers were driving her crazy. “I wondered what it felt like.”

  “You wanted his cock, didn’t you?”

  “Please,” she begged.

  “I want to hear it. Tell me the truth if you expect me to give you what you want.”

  She needed to find out more than anything in the world. Even if it meant losing him, she couldn’t take it any longer. “I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted his cock in my ass.” She tore off the blindfold and turned to look at him, her eyes glowing with lust. “I wanted his cock and I still want it. I could see the pleasure he gave Rhonda and I wanted it.” Her voice was a throaty growl. “But Harry isn’t here and right now I want to feel your lovely monster cock in my ass. I want to feel your shooting your load inside me.”

  Jake rubbed his oily hands on his cock, lubricating it. Crawling up behind her raised ass, he pushed the tip against her anus. “I’ve tried to relax you, but this will be a tight fit, so I will use more oil. Her body jerked as he poured oil directly on the point where the tip of his cock met her anus. Then he moved into her. She felt stretched like she had never been stretched before. The weight of his body pressed her into the sheet as he worked the massive shaft in her ass. She felt him moving in her more easily, but the he would pump more of it into her. When she could accommodate him there, he gave her more. It seemed that he would never get it all inside her. He raised her hips up as he pulled his cock back, leaving just the tip inside her. “I need to see this,” he told her. “I need to see my cock moving in and out of that glorious hole.” Suddenly she wished she could see it too.

  He held her by the hips like a rag doll as slow fucked her ass, gently stretching it. Each time, she felt him explore deeper. She felt herself building to a climax and then she was screaming as she came and felt her own juices trickling from her pussy down her thighs. The scream surprised her. She seldom even cried out when they had sex, as if she was afraid someone might hear. Well, to hell with them, she thought. That orgasm deserved a good scream.

  She felt that Jake had to be near to coming himself. His breath was in short pants now as he gave her all of his cock. He murmured “sweet, sweet ass,” as he ran it in and out. She reached between his legs and touched his scrotum, feeling his balls tighten. “Give it to me, Jake. Give me your spunk in my ass.”

  She was surprised that she could feel the gush of fluid from his cock in her ass when he came, shooting up her rectum. He went off like a geyser and collapsed on her. His cock spurt more after it slid out of her and she felt hot cum splatter over her thighs. She smiled and pictured Rhonda rubbing Harry’s come into her thighs.

  They rolled into each other’s arms, and lay there, sticky and spent. When Jake fell asleep, she looked at him. He knew a lot more than she did about pleasure and he had been right about sharing and trusting. She had let him take her in the ass because he wanted it, but then she was sure he had guessed her fantasy about Harry. It seemed that they both got something of what they wanted. By trusting him with her inner thoughts, she gained something special. She chuckled, thinking of herself as Jake’s piece of ass. Her mother would have a heart attack. Especially when she added that she intended to be Harry’s as well.

  Chapter Ten

  The next morning Margot found Nichole in the office early. She looked up at Margot and smiled. “You look happy this morning. I assume that Jake has given you the scoop on the changes and my requirements.”

  “Yes. Both.”

  “I hope that has something to do with your smile.”

  Margot blushed. What a nosy bitch, she thought, and said curtly, “He told me.” Then she looked into the woman’s eyes and seeing nothing in the green eyes but sincere curiosity, she decided she was wrong. Nichole had a vested interest in what was going on, and why should anything so good be a secret? She decided to try to be honest with her. “We had a long talk. He undressed me and while he gave me a very erotic massage, explained a lot of things that I have been confused about.” She surprised herself with her openness, but somehow she was enjoying telling Nichole, so she went on. “He talked about a side to life I hadn’t seriously considered. And then he demonstrated that he could make me come a second time while he fucked my virgin ass.”

  Nichole twitched and then smiled. “A second time?”

  “Oh yes. I didn’t survive the first half of his massage without coming. He managed to take me through the ceiling while he was still doing my front half, and he really wasn’t trying very hard. “

  “That sounds awfully lovely,” Nichol said. “My nipples are getting hard just imagining it.”

  Margot could see Nichole squirming in her seat. She wasn’t lying about her nipples either. The two top buttons of her blouse had come undone and the blouse sagged open giving Margot a clear view of her hard nipple, just like her own when Jake toyed with them.

  Nichole caught her gaze. “Silk blouses don’t always stay buttoned well. That is one reason I like them.”

  A picture of Jake rubbing her nipples expanded into a vision of Jake massaging Nichole’s naked body. Did she shave? If Jake spread her out on the bed rubbing her, then Margot would be able to see every inch of her body. She wondered what it would look like to see Jake force her ass cheeks apart and force his massive cock into the ass of this trim business lady. She felt herself getting very hot. She knew her face was flushed. “Maybe he would give you one someday,” she said.

  Nichole looked at with curiosity and her hand moved low against her own stomach. Margot though that the woman’s colour had shifted too. Was she picturing Margot watching her and Jake, or just thinking about Jake’s cock? “You think you would enjoy that, Margot?” she asked, her voice
sounding strained. “Would you get a thrill watching him massage my naked body, then taking me in front of you? Would you like to see his hard cock slipping into my pussy?”

  Margot trembled. “I don’t know. You have an elegant face and I wonder how it would look distorted with the kind of lust he can make a girl feel.” She laughed enjoying the surprise on Nichole’s face. “But mostly, the idea of seeing his monster cock penetrate your ass is exciting.”

  “Is that a proposal?” Nichole asked her eyes wide.

  Suddenly Margot realized what she had done. “I don’t know. I think I got carried away with the moment.”

  “It isn’t an idea to take lightly or just mention and then never get back to.”

  She shook her head nervously. “Let me talk to Jake. I am still getting my bearings. Some things seem exciting and then scary.”

  Nichol cleared her throat. “Yes they can. Please do talk to him. Well, to get to business for a moment, this afternoon I have to send Harry to Trinidad to pick up papers about the sale of the island. The two girls staying here are delighted to win a free air hop back and probably for the chance to seduce Harry. He will come back tomorrow, so if you need any supplies from there, or have mail to send, here is your chance.”

  “Whoopee,” Margot called out. She opened a desk drawer and pulled out a list. She handed it to Nichole. “I maintain a list for just such an occasion. These are the important things I know we need, but Qary was working on one of the boat motors so I better check with him and see if he has everything he needs for that.”

  “Take your time. He doesn’t need to leave before two.”

  Margot grabbed a notebook and pen and stood up. “Okay.”

  Nichole stood and put her hands on Margot’s shoulders. “I am impressed,” she said, “but not completely convinced. Are you really changing your attitude this easily?