It was going on eleven, and there I was again, stuck in my hotel room going over some papers for yet another meeting the following day. I was beginning to hate these out-of-town business trips as much as Janie, my fiancee. I had been away for four days, and she’d called every night to say how much she missed me and to ask when I was going to quit my “stupid job” and find one that didn’t involve so much traveling. She was so lonely that it hurt, she said, and I imagined her pouting in that pretty way of hers.

I sat back in my chair and looked at my watch. I knew that Janie would be calling at any moment, and I tried to figure out a new way of explaining to her that a guy who’s intent on climbing the corporate ladder can’t just tell his boss to fuck off when his boss orders him to grab the next plane to Boston, St. Louis or wherever.

The phone rang, and with a sigh I reached to answer it. I said hello, but there was no response. I said hello again, and after several long moments I heard a faint moan, and then another one, somewhat louder.

“Janie? Are you all right?”

“No, I’m not all right. I’m so fuckin’ horny I could die. God, I need your cock in me so bad.”

“Where are you? What are you doing?” Even as I asked the questions, I knew the answers.

“I’m in bed. Playing with myself. My fingers are doing what your big cock should be doing. Ooh… yeah, that feels nice. Mmm, good.”

The image of my blonde, blue-eyed wife-to-be, naked in bed and stroking herself to orgasm, started my cock stirring in my pants. But maybe she wasn’t naked. “Are you wearing anything?” I asked, hearing the huskiness in my voice.

“Of course,” Janie replied. “Your favorite panties. You know, the pretty little lacy white ones. I’ve got one hand down inside them, and the other one is squeezing my tits.”

I swallowed hard and started squeezing the bulge in my pants. “I wish I was with you baby,” I said. “I’d give you the fucking you need.”

“Is your cock hard?” Janie asked. I told her that it was. “Take it out. Let me see it, lover.” Hanging the receiver over my shoulder, I quickly unzipped my trousers and pulled out my swollen cock, knowing that Janie was visualizing the scene. “God, I want to suck on it so bad,” she said.

“That’s it, tell me what you want,” I said. “Talk to me, baby.” I was caught up in this now, my cock like a bar of iron in my hand. Talking dirty was nothing new for Janie and me — in bed we often gave voice to our passion and needs — but doing it over the phone while we masturbated was a whole new ball game.

“If you were here, I’d lick you all over,” Janie continued. “Even your asshole, David. Yes, I’d lick your asshole real good. And then I’d take your hot cock all the way down my throat. You know how I love it when you hold my head still and fuck my face. Would you do that for me?”

“God, yes,” I croaked, my cock so hard that it almost hurt. “Do you want me to fuck you? Is your sweet little pussy ready for my big cock?”

“My pussy is soaked. My panties are so wet I could wring them out.” I told Janie to take her panties off, and then heard the faint rustling of the bed as she did as directed. “Okay, now I’m naked for you, David. I’ve got three fingers in my pussy. Oh, baby, I’m so open. So fuckin’ wet. Fuck me, David. Fuck me!”

“How bad do you want it?” I teased.

“Real bad, baby. My cunt’s on fire. Ram it into me — hard and deep. Nail me to the bed. Pump my pussy full of hot come.”

“What about your asshole?” My voice was a hoarse whisper, charged with lust. “Would you like my cock buried in your sweet ass?”

“Yesss,” Janie hissed. “Fuck me in the ass, baby. Stuff me full of cock and make me love it.” I told her to roll onto her side and stick a finger in her ass. Moments later, she said, “I’m playing with both holes now. You can have either one, David. Just stick it inside me, please!”

Unable to hold back any longer, I started stroking my cock in earnest as I told Janie that I was fucking her hot, wet pussy. She cried out, as if able to feel my penetration, and then began chanting, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” as I described how I was pounding her pussy, my cock banging relentlessly into her syrupy core. From her grunts and groans, I knew she was furiously rubbing her clitoris, and no doubt pumping a finger in her ass at the same time.

“Shit, I’m coming!” I shouted, looking down to see my come shooting from my bloated cock to splatter the papers I’d been reading. A moment later, Janie announced her orgasm, her long, drawn out moan of pleasure coming through loud and clear over the phone.

And then all was quiet, except for our labored breathing. Finally, with my cock still dangling outside my pants, I asked Janie if she was feeling any better.

“Somewhat,” she answered softly.

“But I still miss you — and your cock.”

“I’ll be home day after tomorrow,” I reminded my sexy fiancee.

“But that still leaves tomorrow,” Janie whined. Then, suddenly. she brightened. “I know, I’ll give you a call tomorrow night.”

“Just to say hello?” I asked. Janie chuckled, made a kissing sound into the phone. and then hung up.