My boyfriend and I were relaxing on the beach that warm fall evening. The temperature was warm enough for us to lay on the beach in a bikini and trunks, but not hot enough for us to go in the water, so the beach was deserted. Plus, we had found a cozy secluded rocky spot around a bend away from the boardwalk. We were all alone. It was great!

"Dear," he said to me, "Why don't you let me bury you in the sand?" He loved to bury me in the sand up to my neck and then pretend to walk away.

"Sure," I answered.

He dug a hole in the sand about two feet deep and about two feet square. I stepped into it and kneeled down and then he filled the hole back up. My head was sticking out of the sand like I was some kind of sand monster about to pounce on unsuspecting passersby, if there were passersby on the beach at this hour.

"Hey love," I said to him then, "Why don't you walk over to that pizza stand we passed on the boardwalk and get us something to eat?"

"Sure, but will you be all right? It's kind of a hike back to civilization."

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"Well, sure, what do you want on your pie?"

"Everything!"

"Okay. I'll be right back."

Dave walked away, leaving me buried and helpless in the sand.

I started to get scared after about a half hour seemed to go by and he hadn't returned. I figured the line might be long, but with no one around, how could that be. After an hour seemed to go by, I started to panic. I started yelling. "Hey! Come on out you asshole! This isn't funny any more! Hey! Someone! Please! Help me!"

I figured that someone must have heard me screaming my head off, but still no one came.

About an hour after that, I was frantic, "Help! Someone! Help me! I'm trapped! Help!"

A few minutes later, some guy in shorts and a white-tee shirt came around the dunes and walked up to me.

"Thank God someone heard me! Please dig me out of here!"

He walked up close to me and kneeled in the sand right in front of me, like, his crotch was right in my face.

He looked down at me and said, "I'll let you out. But you got to do something for me if you want me to do something for you."

Oh God! It didn't take a genius to know what this bastard wanted.

"Please!" I begged. "I'm trapped here. It's your duty to help someone in distress. You can't rape me! Please!"

"Oh man!" he said, "It's just like a bitch to want to run her own life, and I'm actually all for equal rights and all that. But the minute she's in a bind, then everyone else owes her their blood, sweat, and tears! Well, bull shit!"

He stood and started to walk away.

"Hey!" I shouted, "Where are you going? You can't leave me here!"

From several paces away, he turned. "Listen bitch. I'd never rape anyone. If you want my help, it has to be by mutual consent. Do you know what mutual consent means?"

"Yeah, it means, like, free trade and all that. But what's that got to do with this?"

"Mutual consent means that no one can force another person to do anything. That goes for anything at all. No one can force someone else to trade with them. But mutual consent is a double-edged sword; no one can force someone else to give them charity, no matter how badly they need it. So if you don't want to pay my price for helping you, then I'll walk away and it's just like I was never here and you're no bettor or worse off that before I showed up." He started to walk away again.

"Wait," I said. Here I was buried up to my neck in the sand, and I knew that high tide would eventually roll in. I had no choice but to give in to this bastard's demands, even if it made me sick. I have never given head. I had no idea what it would be like, and I didn't want to find out. And I had finally found a boyfriend who didn't demand it. My girlfriends all told me that I was missing out because I never received it either, but the thought of that dirty thing that he pees out of in my mouth made me feel queasy.

"What?" he turned around again and asked.

"I'll do it."

"Really?" he asked, sounding really surprised that I agreed.

"Yeah, sure," I said.

He came back over. He pulled his shorts down and squatted as he had done before. His cock quivered right in front of my face. He then unfolded his legs out on either side of my head and rocked his butt forward slowly inching his cock toward my mouth.

"Open up!" he said.

Of course, I was scared shitless; what if my boyfriend showed up now? Yet, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he slid closer still. I felt his cock rub against my lips and over my tongue. Yet he still continued inching his butt forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I started gagging when it started pressing against the back of my throat, but he still pressed on until his cock was rammed part way down my throat, his hairy muff was pressed tightly against my nose, and his balls were rubbing against my chin. Oh man, this was so gross. And the gagging was awful, I couldn't stand it!

But the worse was yet to be. He started rocking back and forth on his ass, sliding his cock in and out, and fucking my throat. The pain was horrendous, and I could hardly breathe!

I knew he was about to come in a second or two. Then, suddenly, he wrapped his legs tightly against the back of my head, forcing my face into his crotch and his dick even deeper down my throat. I couldn't breathe at all and I just knew this bastard was going to suffocate me to death while he gets his rocks off. Then, Gaaak! that intense gamy smell of cum attacked my taste buds. At least it didn't taste as bad as it smelled.

My lungs were screaming in pain for air when he finished coming down my throat. Yet he remained motionless, with his legs pressing hard against the back of my head and dick deep down my throat as it slowly shrunk.

I was just about to pass out when he finally relaxed his legs from around my head and I finally managed to get my gagging under control and catch my breath.

Finally spent, it seemed, he back up and slid his cock out of my mouth, all covered and dripping with a mix of his cum and my saliva.