Demand a rimjob

Sensing her revulsion, John pulled away in indignant fury. "You think kissing me is gross?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Fuck you," Doe replied, her disgust clear in her eyes. John grabbed her hair and yanked her head back hard, slapping her and spitting on her face. He pulled the penknife out and held it up to her throat.

"This is just a penknife but I'm betting it'll still puncture your throat nice and easy, don't you think?" He grinned sadistically at the sudden fear in her eyes. Her expression softened into a pleading look.

"Please, John. I'm sorry. I'll kiss you. I'd love to kiss you. Please. Don't do this." She begged in measured tones, but he could smell her fear. John let go of her and retrieved the camera from the dashboard, pointing it at her.

"Get on your knees. Between my legs," he commanded, taking his pants off completely with one hand.

"Okay. Okay I'll suck you off again. As many times as you like. Just please. Put the knife away." Doe said softly and complied. John merely laughed.

"As talented at using that tongue as you are, my cock is okay for now." He put his feet up wide apart on the dash. "Use it on my asshole."

Doe just blinked as if the dumb slut couldn't understand what he was saying. When she finally understood, despair washed over her face and she started sputtering apologies and pleading him to let her go.

"Use that tongue of yours and clean my asshole with it." John watched her despair through the camera, his cock tingling and hardening with sadistic pleasure. "Or I'll kill you and send this video to your family so they know you died with cum coating your whore throat."