A conversation full of desire.

Panting, the two of them collapsed on the bed, their bodies sheened with sweat and flushed with excitement. Mr. Jenkins wrapped his arms around Emily and pulled her close, making her purr and nuzzle his chest as she savoured her orgasmic afterglow.

"That was incredible," he gasped. "I wasn't...wasn't too rough was I?"

"Oh no, Mr. Jenkins," she murmured. "It was perfect. It was exactly what I wanted. You make me feel so good."

"Are you sure? You're not just saying that?" He kissed her forehead as he stroked her back, loving the feel of her tender young body against his.

"No, I love it!" she replied happily. "I love it when you spank me, and manhandle me, show me how strong you are. I feel so controlled...so owned...and I get so excited. And when you take me, fuck me so hard...Oh God I just die! I feel like a piece of meat...fuckmeat...and I come so hard!" She turned her face up and nibbled his chin, gasping as he bent his head and devoured her mouth with a fierce kiss.

"You're fucking incredible!" he growled. "So sexy! When I see you I just have to have you. I can hardly wait to get your clothes off."

"That's why I don't wear underwear," she giggled. "I know how much of a hurry you are. This time you didn't even let me take off my dress."

"Take it off now, I want to see you. All of you." She gave a happy giggle and wriggled out of the dress, tossing it onto the floor. She cupped her full breasts and gave him a teasing smile as she squeezed them gently. He growled appreciatively and reached out to squeeze one, making her gasp as he rolled the nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"You like that, don't you?" He chuckled, looking into her wanton eyes.

"I love your hands on me," she purred. "I feel so wanted and alive. I love how you make me feel!"

"Tell me how you feel," he prompted her.

"Like a dirty little slut. A cock loving whore who loves being fucked like a bitch in heat. A slut who needs to be put in her place by a strong man with a fat cock."

"You're getting me hard again, you little minx."

"Oh...Oh dear...will you want to use me again sir? **** me? Take me like the nasty blonde whore I am? Make me scream when you fill my hot teen cunt with your big thick cock?" She bit her lip and reached out a hand to gently stroke his hardening meat. He looked back at her, his face hungry and cruel, making her shudder with anticipation. This was why Mr. Jenkins was one of her favourite customers, she thought happily.

"I'm so helpless sir, I can't stop you... can't stop you from doing whatever you want...taking whatever you need....I'm so helpless..." she whispered as he reached out his greedy hands for her body.