Analysis of John Malloy (16) Showtime

John Malloy (16)
  *The Blackmailed Beauty*

The vice cop blackmailing Lana Rogers is being filmed by John Malloy having masochistic/sadistic sex in a cheap motel room in order to blackmail the picture-taking blackmailer and stop his blackmail scheme in it's tracks.

After all… she only spent one night being ravished by Katharine Hepburn. It's not like she made a habit of it!
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The movie camera happily whirred away as I  filmed a naked Withers and a leathered, barely-clad Mona Lott  getting busy on the floor in front of the queen-sized bed.

She had her shapely, stockinged gams spread out as she straddled Detective Bill Withers' bare back. He was walking on all fours like a bloated horse as Mona whipped his butt with her riding crop.

"Harder, Mistress Mona!" He yelled. "It hurts SO GOOD!"

She obliged by whacking his keister even harder. "My horse doesn't DARE to speak to me, Trigger!" she said, doubling the amount of stikes to his now red behind.

Withers then suddenly collapsed on the floor, huffing like he was near a heart attack.

Mona stood up and her white, pink-tipped left breast popped out of it's skimpy leather cup, standing firm and proud for Withers to ogle at after he rolled over on his back.

She stood like the sex goddess she is, with her hands on her bare hips, looking down at the mound  of sweaty, puffing flesh on the carpet. "You were miserable as a horse, you little WORM!" she huffed in total disgust. "Why do you think you DESERVE a golden shower after that pathetic performance, little man?"

"Oh, PLEASE,  Mistress Mona!' he begged. "You PROMISED!"

"You don't deserve it," Mona said, freeing her other perfect melon from it's cup. "but assume the position on the bed and I'll humiliate you until that little peanut of yours blows its TOP!"

Withers let out whimper of anticipation and grunted his way to his fat pins and flopped down heavily on the bed, staring up at Mona's pale breasts. "Please, Mistress…pee on my face! I'll pay a an extra benjamin!"

"You are such a slimy little worm," Mona  said, sliding her leather panties down over her thigh-high black stockings. She bent over so she could step out of them and went over to straddle the excited cop's face, spiked heels and all.

Withers looked up to the shaved female mound above his mug  and started to fondle his johnson, while letting out little animal noises.

I pushed the door open a little so I could get the whole bed into my camera's viewfinder.

Withers was too busy gazing at the naked mound of Mona above him to look my way….

And the camera rolled on!

I saw a light yellow stream coming from between Mona's thighs, washing all over Withers' pan as he opened his mouth, now feverishly stroking his little schlong and panting like a dog.

Then I SNEEZED!

Withers suddenly pushed Mona off his chest and onto the carpet. "Who the fuck is in here?!" he barked, scrambling his bulk over to where his cloths were draped on a chair.  

He retrieved his handgun and trundled toward the closet.

He didn't look happy.