Steve wants you to call Dave

You fumble with your keys at the door of your hotel room. Your hands are shaking with excitement, but you finally steady yourself long enough to slip the key into the lock, and give it a turn. The door swings open silently and the two of you walk in. You can hardly contain your lust as the door closes behind you. Steve is all over you with soft kisses all over your neck. You respond with soft, sweet gasps and whispered moans of passion.

"Really?" he smiles. He takes hold of the front of your dress, and rips it open.

"****" you tease.

"Can't **** the willing, can you?" he smirks as he pushes the remains of your dress off your shoulders and lets it fall to the floor around your feet. "Call Dave" he says. "I want you to talk to him while I'm fucking you."

"You can't be serious!" you say, startled by the request.

"Oh, I'm very serious, love" says Steve as he stares hungrily at your pantiless crotch, your drenched mound exposed to the cool air. "Believe me, you'll enjoy it. It's so dangerous, and so naughty, and he won't suspect a thing if you handle it right. You can always lie to him, and tell him you missed him so much, you had to call him and masturbate for him over the phone. Will that make you feel better about doing it?"

"I suppose you won't fuck me until I call him?" you pout.

Steve takes you into his arms after he unclips the front of your bra and slides the straps off your shoulders. He kisses your neck some more, working his way up your chin to your luscious, red lips. "I wasn't going to go that far, but now that you mention it..."

"Meanie!" you cut him off before he can finish. "You tear off my favorite dress, strip me naked, get me all worked up, then take my advice on how to punish me?"

He starts to respond, but you hold a finger up to his lips as you pull your phone out of your purse. "You want to fuck me on the bed, bent over the desk, or somewhere else while I'm talking to him?"