Dawn withdrew her last Pokemon, it's body limp with exhaustion. She had thought the fisherman she challenged would be easy, considering his isolated location and slouched posture he assumed in his armless fishing chair.
"Pay up," said the man, holding out a hand eagerly. "I think two-thousand Poke-yen will suffice, don't you?"
The girl wanted to wipe the smirk off his face as she opened her bag to retrieve her wallet. Shit, she thought, knowing that she wouldn't have enough on her when she felt how light it was. "I'm sorry," she began, zipping her bag shut. "I'm short on cash right now- maybe there's something I could help you with?" Rubbing her neck, she threw out some suggestions. "I could be your lackey for the rest of the day, and carry around your rod and chair, maybe? Or help you catch some Pokemon?"
With a heavy sigh, the fisherman approached her. "How about you help me with something else, hmm?"
Dawn went to back up, but was halted by the poke of a branch into her back. She jumped forward, bumping into the man by accident. Now chest to chest with this stranger, she stuttered an apology.
"Hush now, don't you want to pay me what I'm due?" He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.
"Yes, sir, I do," she said, her face flushing.
The fisherman smiled. "My rod does need a nice handling," he said while he rubbed her arms. "I think that would be enough."
"Sure," she said, and broke away from him. Dawn made her way to where he had left his fishing rod and picked it up. "I can polish this baby up, no problem." She retrieved a cloth from her bag and began to clean dirt off the rod. She was so focused on her task that she didn't notice him approach.
"That's not what I meant." He grasped one of her hands and brought it down to the crotch of his pants.
Dawn gasped, but she understood what she had to do. She rubbed the bulge under his jeans.
"Yeah, that's it," he said, leaning down to press his lips to hers, and his hands moved to her backside, lifting up her skirt to get two handfuls of her rear.
She moaned into his mouth, her tongue pushing against his as she undid his jeans button and zipper. Pulling away, she bit her lip as she knelt down on the grass, pulling his pants down around his ankles. He stepped out of the jeans, balling them up and tossing them aside.
Dawn pulled down his Barboach boxers, revealing his erect rod. Fitting her hand around it, she began to stroke rhythmically, mouth drooling. She let her hand rest at the base of the long, thick rod, licking the tip before putting her mouth on it, moving her head forward and back.
She felt herself getting wetter by the second, and used her free hand to tease her clit. The hormones began to rush throughout her, and the adrenaline of doing something like this out in the open began to make her even more excited. She took his rod as deep as she could, focusing on moving her tongue over the man's appendage.
"Hold on," he moaned, pulling his rod out of her mouth and kneeling in front of her. He undressed her, then said, "Lay back and spread your legs wide, baby."
"Alright," she said, wondering what he wanted to do next. With her legs as wide as she could spread them, she felt something warm and moist stroke over her pussy.
"You taste so sweet," he said, lapping up the juices that kept pouring out of her entry. He kissed her clit, swirling and flicking his tongue over it.
Dawn arched her back, letting an erotic, guttural moan escape her mouth. This only spurred the fisherman, and she felt him push his fingers inside her, stroking in a come-hither motion. She felt a pressure begin to build deep within her tummy, and she gripped the grass beneath her tightly as her body twitched.
The man knew what he was doing, sucking on her clit and lapping up her sweet juices. When he felt the young girl's body relax, he knew she had reached her first orgasm. Fingering her pussy, he kissed and nipped at her inner thigh. "You're so wet," he said, pulling his fingers out and spreading them apart, the girl's juices thick on his hand. "So naughty, hmm? I wonder what else a naughty girl like you would want to do..."
Dawn's orgasm had left her body pulsing, and she reached down with both hands to spread her pussy wide. "Don't you want to put your big rod inside me?" She retorted.
"I do," he moaned, standing up. "Come sit with me, or rather, come straddle me." He helped he up, leading her to his armless fishing chair, where he sat and stroked his rod.
Swinging one leg over him, she pushed her pussy onto him, moaning when the pressure felt too good. "You're so big," she said, moving up and down. She locked eyes with him, his rod inside her, and his hands grasping both of her breasts. Dawn rolled her hips in circles, panting while the pressure once again built up inside her. Leaning down, she kissed him fervently, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. She moaned when he grabbed her waist, slamming her up and down faster and faster on his long rod, thrusting himself all the way inside her. A hot feeling pooled deep in her pussy as he thrust hard three times deep inside her, cumming in her pussy.
She stood up in front of him, hers and his juices dripping down his rod. Kneeling, she licked his now-limp rod, cleaning him off. He watched her tongue go up and down his pole.
"That's so hot, baby." His voice was gruff, and she finished with a little after-play on the head of his rod.
"Is that enough?" She asked, straddling his lap and stroking his soft rod.
"Oh, yeah," he grinned at her, rubbing his hands on her perky tits. "You've paid your debt."