A phone call with Jake

"How was your first day?"

Katie was lying in the bed of her hotel room. Her phone was propped against her legs so she could video call her fiancé without holding it. She was wearing a dark hoody that she had commandeered from Jake's closet years ago, and her legs were comfortably covered by the blanket. A small pile of wipes covered in red and black makeup were hastily discarded on a table outside of the camera's view.

"It was alright," she said dismissively, "Learned lots, but it's kinda stuffy..." It still didn't sit right with her to lie to Jake, but he would lose it if he knew the truth. It was definitely the lesser of two evils. He would get so upset if he found out that she spent the better part of the afternoon learning what made rich men tick. He'd probably try to make her come home if she told him that all the other women there were dressed like pornstars. Lastly, there was no way he'd be fine with her telling him that she was so worked up from rubbing elbows with upper class men, that she spent ten minutes masturbating before their call and she was currently bottomless under the sheets.

The convention wasn't at all what either of them expected it to be. If Jake knew what it was actually like, he would not be OK with her being there, even if Mr. Cowall wasn't there... just down the hallway. Katie knew she would never cheat on Jake, but that day had given her a fair share of temptation. All the wealth and power in that hall was enough to make her nipples hard and her folds moisten. If she didn't trust herself as much as she did, she probably would have opted to leave the convention early, but she was firm in her commitment to Jake. He was her everything, but what he didn't know couldn't hurt her, so why wouldn't she continue to enjoy the convention?

"Ah, that's too bad," said Jake over the phone, "How's the hotel though? I'm sure your boss splurged for himself." Jake was still under the impression that Katie was at the convention in Mr. Cowall's stead.

Katie nodded emphatically. She hadn't stopped to appreciate it before, but they were setup in a fairly ritzy hotel. "Jake, it's crazy here. They have room service and I can order almost anything, even if it's not in the menu. There's a jacuzzi tub in my bathroom. I can even schedule a massage and spa at no extra charge!"

"Wow, sounds like heaven," he chuckled.

Katie nodded again. She could really get used to living in a place like this. It was too bad it would have to end in four days, but then she'd get to go back to her wonderful fiancé, and wrap herself in his muscular arms. "I miss you," she said with a small pout.

Jake laughed, "Babe, it's only been one day!" He glanced away from the phone. From where he was sitting in the apartment, Katie could tell he had the TV on.

"I know," she said coyly, "I just wish I could wrap myself in your arms."

"Oh ya?" he asked, "Are you cold?"

"Mmm... Quite the opposite," she purred, "Maybe I'd wrap something of mine around something of yours too."

Jake furrowed his brow in confusion. "What?" But when he looked at the phone and saw Katie's cheeky smile, he knew exactly what she was implying. "Oh. I see," he chuckled, "Is that what you want to do right now?"

Katie bit her lip and nodded. She grabbed her phone from her lap and fished her other hand down to her dripping wet folds.

"Sure, we can try it," said Jake. He leaned back on the couch and brought his phone with him. "How do we do this?"

Katie giggled slightly. "Well, first you need to snake that juicy cock of yours out of your pants, and start jacking it while telling me what you want to do to me." She saw his camera jumble around while he adjusted himself and decided to talk first. "Mmm..." Katie moaned, "I'm so wet for you, babe." Her hand was diligently working her wet slit. Katie needed this more than anything, especially since she couldn't actually jump the man she loved. "I wish you were here right now with your hard cock... Fuck..."

Jake moaned back, but it sounded ****

Katie had to stifle the urge to giggle. "I can't wait to, um, fuck you when you get back," he said.

"Mmm... Me neither. My pussy misses your hard cock." Even with Jake's lackluster performance so far, Katie was enjoying it and her body responded in turn. Thinking about his cock, and his arms, and his pecs.... Fuuuuck. It felt so good.

"I'm... I'm sorry, babe. This is weird." Jake sat up and put his phone back where he had it propped up before. Katie saw him awkwardly tuck his dick back under his pants.

"Fuck!" she thought. She was so close.

"Just keep trying, baby. I'm so fucking horny," she pleaded to Jake. She was so worked up. She needed to cum.

"Sorry, this just... Isn't doing it for me."

"Well, why? What's wrong?" Katie asked. Her hand ceased its ministrations, but her pussy was still raring to go.

"I don't know," said Jake. He couldn't look at her, his attention was on the TV again, but she was sure it was because he felt uncomfortable. "It's awkward. It feels ****."

Katie sat up a bit more. "OK, OK. Let's make it feel less ****, so you don't have to moan like some pornstar. What if... What if..." Katie's mind was racing trying to figure out something that could get Jake in the mood. "What if we roleplayed?!" she exclaimed, "That always gets you in the mood."

Jake looked uncomfortable. "I dunno, Kate... err Katie. I don't really feel like being told to beg when you can't touch me anyways."

Katie sighed. "Well, how about we reverse the roles. You take the reigns. Tell me what to do." That could work!

"What?"

"Y-yea! Tell me what to do. Take control." Katie sank into the bed again. Her hand found its way to her needy pussy again. The thought of being told what to do started to excite her.

"That's not exactly role-playing, babe..." Jake objected.

Katie's hand was already hard at work. She wasn't going to take 'No' for an answer. "Ummm... Well, maybe you can be, like, a hard-working executive, and I'm your secretary..." Katie moaned. That sounded fun. That sounded very fun. She put on a sultry voice, "What do you need me to do now, Mr. Taylor?" God... She felt her nipples harden by just saying that.

"Fetch me a coffee?" Jake grabbed the phone from where he had it positioned and brought it to his face. He was looking at her now. "Look, I'm sorry, babe. I'm not really in the mood for this." Frustrated, Katie sighed and sat up. Her dominant hand was wet, so she grabbed her phone with the other. "I love that you want to do this with me, but I just can't...."

"Fine," she said. She felt dejected and hurt, but mostly frustrated. She really, really wanted to cum. She wanted to have fun with her man.

"Look, I can tell you're hurt, but you're not the problem. I promise, when you get back, we'll have sex and fuck like animals. It'll be raucous and sexy and fun... And we'll order food in so we can just have sex all weekend. Ok?"

"Sure," Katie replied. She **** a small smile. It sounded nice, but getting off now sounded better. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"OK,babe. I love you."

"You too." Katie ended the call and threw her phone aside. Rejection hurt, even if she knew that she didn't need to feel that way... Sometimes people just didn't feel like having sex. She knew she rejected Jake's advances every once in a while... It just sucked to have the tables turned.

It sucked even more that she was so damn horny.

"Well, I guess I better make the best of it," she thought. She pulled off the hoody that she had hastily thrown over her plunging tank top and freed her breasts from their confines. As much as her pussy was sopping wet, her nipples were also rock hard. Her fingers delicately pinched one and she hissed a sigh of ecstatic relief. Her other hand snaked under the sheets once again and found her needy cunt.

"Fuuuck..." she moaned. She began thinking about Jake and his sexy body. His abs, his ass... his forearms. Fuck. He ticked off all the boxes for her. It really was too bad he wouldn't roleplay with her.

"Mmm... Mr. Taylor," she moaned thinking about him dressed in a tailored white shirt and dress pants. "Your hands feel so good on my body. Are you sure we can do this in your office?" God yes... It felt so good. Her body felt on fire.

"Ngh... Wouldn't it be better if we fucked in your penthouse instead? Cause then no one could catch us?"

"But where's the fun in that?" she imagined Jake's voice say, she imagined his imposing figure grabbing her, flipping up her skirt and bending her over a board room table. But the idea of fucking in a penthouse actually started sounding more alluring. Her fantasy quickly changed to him railing her from behind as she pressed against the glass walls looking out over a city skyline. Her big tits on full view for everyone to see. But really, no one would be able to see, because they'd be in the highest room of the highest tower. The best room that money could afford.

"Oh fuck, Mr. Taylor. Fuck your slutty secretary," she moaned. Her hand was working overtime on her pussy. She was so close, like a dam threatening to break. This fantasy was really working for her. Imagining her ripped fiancé pounding her from behind was nice, but picturing him with wealth and power... Fuck... That was sexy.

"Fuck me, Mr. Taylor..." She could feel it coming. She could feel herself cumming. Fuck. It felt so good. The idea of someone so powerful treating her like a ragged fuck doll. The idea that other people knew that he chose to fuck her. With all his charm, and money, and influence, all the options he had, he chose to...

Fuck.

Her!

"FUCK ME, MR. COW- ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod. Yes! Yes! Fuck!" she felt her pussy clench. Katie writhed on her sheets as the orgasm ripped through her body. Her hand that was previously tending to her breast grabbed the sheets and pulled hard. Her body convulsed from the pleasure and her vision blurred.

"Fuck..." she moaned as she came down from her high. That felt good.