Trading for a water bottle (dubcon, rimming)

Freddy grinned in that creepy stalker way of his. He dug his fingers deeper into her hair as he pounded his cock down Tara's throat. She fought to control her breath and her gag reflex as he **** her to deepthroat him for endless minutes, but it was proving increasingly hard. Deepthroating was not something Tara had ever done. It had never come up in any of her relationships, and she certainly never expected for a neighbour to stalk her to a desert campsite and **** it on her.

Freddy reached down to pinch her nose shut, keeping his cock deep in her spasming throat. She started turning a little red in the face, and then just as her gag reflex won and she threw up in her shut mouth the stalker came down her throat. He pulled out and wiped his cock in her hair as the disgusting mix pooled in her mouth. She spit out what she could onto the desert sand. Her mouth felt very dry, not to mention the taste.

He left her alone for a minute. Tara looked around for something she could use as a weapon -- a rock, a rope, a tent peg? But he was back, handing her thong to her.

"That's not the bottom. Where are my shorts?" Tara protested.

"A thong is a bottom. Shorts come later," the stalker answered.

She sighed and paused. "Look, I need some water," she said at last, pulling up the thong to cover her neatly trimmed bush and pussy. Her mouth still tasted like cum and vomit. She spat dryness on the dry sand.

"That's easy. Rim my ass for 30 minutes and you'll get your water bottle, Tara."

Tara rolled her eyes at the stalker's next request in his game. Of course that's what he wanted. She needed to put it in terms he'd understand. "My tongue is like sandpaper, Freddy. You don't want that in your ass, do you?"

Freddy leveled his creepy stalker gaze at her. After a minute, he turned and came back with a half-cup of water. Tara drunk it easily, but then she wished she had taken it slower. She had to rim her stalker now for more.

Her stalker made her lie on her back in the desert and then sat on her face with his dirty ass. She ran her slightly wet tongue from his taint to his hole and then shuddered. She could hear his timer ticking. There'd be another thirty minutes of this.

"You aren't working hard enough, Tara. Get that tongue in there. Really taste me."

Tara pushed her tongue deeper in his hole. After a minute or two, she started zoning out. Her stalker seemed satisfied with the level of tongue-fucking his ass was getting. They were alone in the desert with the sounds of the animals at night. "Ten minutes," he said after a while, startling her.

Some time after, he got off her face and handed her the waterbottle. It was suspiciously full. Still, Tara was desperately thirsty. She drank and frowned. The creep had topped up the half-cup of water with his piss.

"You are such a good girl, Tara," her stalker told her while she drank water tainted with his piss in the desert. "What do you want to work for next? Food, camera, or phone?"