A conversation

You grunt in satisfaction as you drain your cock into Margot's mouth, looking down at her excited eyes staring back at you. She tries to swallow but some of your seed dribbles down her chin, giving her the look of a degraded trollop.

Once you're empty you pull her head off your cock, letting her **** and gasp on the mouthful of spunk you dumped in her. You pat her cheek as you let her head fall back on the bed, sneering coldly as you stand and grab your pants, pulling them on as she lays gasping.

She looks utterly ruined, her skirt above her hips, her blouse open, her nipples stiff and hard. Your cream still oozes from her cunt and you can see her battered asshole still gaping slightly from your ruthless ****. Her hair is dishevelled, her pretty face smeared with semen, her eyes glittering at you as she gasps.

You start to untie her, not speaking as you work, looking at her with cold regard. When you remove the last tie you toss them onto a chair as she curls up, rubbing her wrists.

"One of them is mine," she murmurs, looking at you with flirting, wanton eyes. "I won it from you in the garden shed. It's mine."

You stare down at her, saying nothing, watching uncertainty creep into her face. She sits up, her eyes never leaving yours, one hand reaching down to examine her tenderised cunt and ass.

"You used me so hard," she murmurs. "No one has ever....not ever..." She gives you a shy grin, her fingers fastening the front clasp of her bra, then slowly starting to button her blouse. "You made me come so hard...used me...I've never..." her voice trails off and she slowly rises, smoothing her pleated skirt down over her thighs as she sways towards you.

"You ruined me, you wicked man. My wicked, wicked Biology teacher. Ruined my poor little pussy, destroyed my tight little ass." She rests her hands against your chest, looking up at your silent face with appealing eyes. "I want to feel like this again. I want you in me again, fucking me silly, ruining me."

"You're a nasty little slut," you say, tracing one finger down her nose, pausing for a moment at the cute upturned tip, then touching her lips. She gently bites your finger, looking under her lashes at your face with teasing eyes.

"I am," she purrs. "I'm very nasty. A dirty little rich girl. I need a wicked man to punish me. Punish me hard. Punish all my filthy holes. Keep punishing me."

"You need to clean yourself up and go," you tell her.

"Yes sir," she says softly. "But you will punish me again, won't you sir? Punish me hard. Punish me soon?"

"You'll have to wait and see," you tell her, bemused at her sudden changes of attitude. "Now go clean up. The bathroom..."

"Is the next room," she completes your sentence. "Yes sir." She gives a little bob of her head and a smile, taking a step towards the door, then suddenly wheeling and grabbing your ties. She separates the one she took from you in the garden shed, and flashing a spritely grin before stepping past you and towards the bathroom.