Fair Trade Value: Her Side

Mike shook his head, obviously concentrating on holding off. "I'm gonna cum real soon and I want to do it in your mouth."

Oh darn. And here I thought he was going to do something I didn't want him to. I quickly climbed off the bed and dropped to my knees in front of him, mouth open eagerly like a baby bird. He sat on the edge and tangled his fingers into my hair, guiding me onto his surging cock. I relaxed my throat muscles best that I could and sucked him into my mouth. God, he was so thick I could barely get my mouth around him!

I went to work on his love muscle, slowly sliding up and down his length, using my tongue to caress him. Mike muttered something incoherent above me and his hips thrust upward off the bed, pushing deeper into me. I switched to short swift strokes, my hand circling his cock where my mouth could not. I felt his balls tighten up against my chin right before the first salvo erupted from his rod. Again and again he shot into my mouth, almost drowning me in salty goodness.

"Damn." Mike muttered gratefully as I took my time cleaning off every delicious inch of him.

"You can say that again." I agreed with a sloppy smile up at him.

"And hey, the spanking thing really wasn't directed at you so much." He reached out swiped at a string of cum at the corner of my mouth. "That's something Bev's not into and I just figured since we were doing the whole fantasy thing—"

I licked at the salty strand on his finger. "Hey, you gave me an out if I wanted one." I climbed into his lap, one knee on either side of him and settled my box over his deflated cock. "To be honest, I totally got off on it."

Mike pulled my mouth to his and kissed me fiercely. "Good…I have many more perversions to share with you this evening then."

"There only perversions if I don't like them." I nipped at his shoulder. "Otherwise they're just foreplay."

"And you're absolutely certain farm animals are out?" Mike asked playfully, his hands wandering over my body again. I nodded and he sighed in mock-disappointment. "Well then, how do you feel about getting wet?"

"Like I'm not already?" I returned, shifting slightly when he slid his fingers between my legs again to verify my claim.

"Mmmmm, that's nice." Mike grinned. "Trish the Dish is all hot and wet for me." Idly he toyed with my clit, brushing it lightly with the tip of his finger. "But I was thinking more along the lines of the hot tub."

"Outside?" I asked uncertainly, thinking that the hot tub on the back patio didn't afford a lot of privacy.

"I'm not about to carry it inside for you." He laughed, easing a finger into me and curving up into my g-spot. "C'mon …no one will see us."

Mike's persuasive tactics were definitely working on me. "Well, you were always the one I was worried about seeing anything anyway." I admitted, reaching for the orgasm I could feel building up again.

"No problem then." Mike added a second finger. "Because I'll be in there with you."

So close now. If I just lean forward a little and keep him talking…"Bev said that you can see straight into the spa from your bedroom window."

"And do you know how many times I've watched out the window for just a glimpse of your naked body in there?" Much to my chagrin he eased his fingers out of me and lifted me off of his lap and standing me on the floor in front of him.

How in the world did Bev ever say no to this man? "What are you waiting for then?" I teased, walking away on shaky legs and pulling open the bedroom door.

Mike was on his feet and across the room in the blink of an eye. "I was just appreciating the view." His hand curved over my ass.

"Well appreciate it out in the hot tub because I was THISCLOSE to cumming." I complained, heading toward the stairs with Mike and his deep laughter trailing close behind me.

Once we were outside Mike helped me uncover the spa on the deck and start it up before we both climbed into the bubbling water. I glanced up at his bedroom window out of habit. "Do you think Bev's in bed already?" I asked curiously, taking up the same position straddled over his lap that I had been in downstairs.

He chuckled. "I'm sure she wasted no time at all." His hands slid up my rib cage and over my breasts. "But I'm far more interested in what's going on right here." He leaned forward and seized on my nipple bobbing above water.

"Oh that feels good." I moaned, arching my back so that he had better access.

"Oh yeah." He agreed. "I've got about 867 different aches and pains right about now." I looked at him indignantly and Mike chuckled. "Babe, you feel better than good." He assured me, caressing me with those magic hands again.

I felt a stirring between his legs and smiled. "You're feeling pretty darned remarkable there yourself." I commented, rocking slowly against his reawakened cock.

"So, you never answered my question earlier." Mike repositioned himself so that his cock was sitting at the entrance.

"Which question?" I asked uncertainly.

"You never did tell me if you've fantasized about me." He expounded.

I laughed self-consciously. How to answer this question without implicating myself? "Maybe."

"Maybe?" He repeated, his teeth grazing over my nipples. "Just maybe?"

I gasped and arched into him, wanting more, but Mike was bent on obtaining an admission first. "You know, this kind of torture is strictly forbidden by the Geneva Convention." I protested when he pulled away from me.

"Oh, I get it. You did, but you're embarrassed." He lapped at my nipple before blowing a stream of warm air across the tip. "There's nothing wrong with fantasizing."

"We're way past fantasizing here." I protested as the goose flesh blossomed down my arm.

Mike did the same lick and blow thing on the other nipple, holding me in place when I would have escaped his attentions this time around. "It was in here, wasn't it?" He guessed, rolling his tongue over my achingly stiff nipple. "You fantasized about me watching you, didn't you?"

We must've had the heat up too much or something because I felt myself turning red. "Get over yourself."

Mike shifted beneath me and eased just his cock head into me. "You sat in here imagining me watching you from my bedroom, didn't you?" He went on, unerringly accurate. "Then what? Did you imagine that you gave me a little show? That you sat just at the edge of the spa, naked, and made yourself cum while I watched?"

I shook my head and tried pull away from him again, but his arms were like steel bands. "No, that's my fantasy, not yours." He chuckled and slid deeper into me, unbelievably hard and thick for a man who just came a short while ago. "No, my guess is you imagined that I came down here and, unable to control myself, took you forcibly right here in the hot tub." Mike slowly started to pump into me. "All primeval lust and that kind of stuff."

I really wanted to be annoyed with him, but anybody that could feel this good made it very difficult to be cross. "You're an asshole."

"Mmmm." Mike returned his mouth to the first tit. "I love it when you talk dirty."

"You want it dirty?" I leaned my mouth next to his ear and whispered, "My fantasy was that you came down here and fucked my cunt so hard with that big monster cock of yours that it hurt…a good hurt. And when you were ready to cum you sprayed your jizz all over my tits like I was nothing but some cheap whore."

"Oh that is so hot!" Mike groaned, fucking up into me hard and fast now. "Is that how you want it Trish?"

"I didn't tell you that because I wanted it gentle hun." I laughed harshly and starting slamming down on him with every up thrust, screwing him with absolute abandon. Water splashed over the side of the spa and onto the deck. "I want you to fuck me so hard my teeth hurt. I want you to use your cock to rub cum all over my tits. I want—"

"Okay, okay." Mike grunted, standing up with me still wrapped around him and dropping us both onto a nearby padded bench. "Your wish is my command." He plowed into me wildly, almost to the point that I wondered if maybe I had goaded him a little too far.

"Uhm, Mike…" I was about to ask him to take it easy when the first orgasm hit me. I screamed out and instead of slowing down and letting me enjoy it he pushed even deeper, dragging me from one orgasm to the next like an out-of-control train.

I could feel his balls tightening against my ass. "Are you ready for it?" He asked through clenched teeth.

"Oh fuck yeah." I urged him on breathlessly. "Cum all over my fucking tits. That's it lover. Fill my mouth with your hot seed."

Mike needed no further prodding. He pulled out and stood over me, his hand sliding up and down his pulsing cock, grunting as the first wad splashed out across my nipples. The next shot went into my open mouth, trailing a string down my chin as a third and fourth shot splattered over my chest. One last shot that more or less landed in the vicinity of my mouth left him standing spent above me.

Using his dick like a paint brush he pushed at the puddle of cum on my chest, spreading the goo over my shoulders and mid-section. "Pablo Picasso, eat your heart out." He said, smiling at the finished product.

I slid my fingertips over my nipples, scooping up some of his juice and licking my fingertips. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…tasty."

Mike slid back into the hot tub, sighing as the hot water enveloped him. "I am never going to be able to look at your spa again and not get an instant hard-on."

I eased myself off the bench and slid in next to him, snagging a quick kiss. "Now Randy is going to have to drain the spa tomorrow. He won't be happy."

"Sure he will." Mike slid his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his side. "He can take his new car out for a ride while it's draining."

"I certainly hope he enjoys that car as much as I've enjoyed paying for it." I purred, snuggling against him and enjoying the feel of the water buffeting up against us.

"And just as soon as I get my strength back here you're going to do some more paying." Mike assured me, closing his eyes and sinking back into the swirling water. "I get one night in payment and I plan on spending the entire night inside of you."

Well, if you absolutely must…