Videotaping action

John drove frantically like a demon, searching for a deserted spot off the road. Once he reached what seemed to be the most ideal spot he could find in that area, he immediately pulled over, unable to continue.

All the while, Doe slurped and lapped at him. Reaching for an overhead storage compartment, John withdrew a small video camera and switched it on. Doe looked up upon hearing the sharp 'beep' the camera made. "Continue sucking, you bitch," John smiled wryly at her, "unless you'd like some blade-fucking?" he tacked on menacingly as Doe still seemed a little dazed.

"Please don't capture it on film... I'm already doing what you wanted me to," she mumbled, clearly in a dilemma as to whether she had the right or the capability to get angry and disgusted. John merely reached for the penknife again, before...

Damn, it felt good. Doe was talented with her mouth. John's eyes rolled a little back in his head, and started thrusting upward into her mouth. She gasped audibly and thickly (her mouth was too full for a clear intake of breath. John moaned as the tip of his penis poked the back of her throat. Doe immediately pulled her head free, gasping and **** for breath. John scowled, then pushed her head back down upon his rod, and started fucking her mouth. With his hand pushing down on the back of her head, she was unable to break free as he continued making love to her sloshy mouth and full lips. He started feeling a small pressure at his groin.

Hearing the little whore **** and cough made him perversely happy. Doe's tightly bound hands pulled against each other, her fists clenched tightly, as she tried to pull her arms free. Her efforts were obviously futile, but John wondered how much she would be aware of that fact when she was so distracted at the moment. Her distress pleased him.

The pressure increased. He was at his limit. Thrusting even harder and even furiously against her, he felt every move threaten to unleash the pressure in his stomach. The area beneath his stomach contracted for a moment, and John loosened spurt after spurt of his seed in Doe's mouth.

"Swallow every single drop of it you cum whore," John snarled, before lifting her face off his dick to see if she had obeyed. He **** her mouth open, to see that his seed had disappeared from her mouth, the only evidence that he had ever came in there being the pale white track running from her tongue to the back of her throat.

John pulled Doe close to him and kissed her furiously, his tongue invading the moist recesses of her mouth while he grabbed and squeezed one of her breasts hard enough to hear her moan in pain into his mouth. He tasted his own cum as his tongue explored every bit and part of her mouth. Doe whimpered, struggling weakly against him.