Denied!

With one last SLAP! of both palms against your ass, the blond finally relents. Standing up, you stay there, splayed and waiting, feeling the breeze on your twitching, needy hole and cooling your overheated body...

"No," comes his voice, cold and detached.

"Wha--?" you start to ask, looking behind you. He's putting himself back together, checking through his things and going through yours too?

"NO," he reiterates in an annoyed tone, though there's the barest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. You think. "You've had your go at me, any sensible person would have just cum and been done with it but you seem to think you should have more of my attention."

You haven't moved at all, confused and so horny it's amazing you can think clearly at all. Assessing the state you're in, the blond leans down, trailing a palm up your back while he puts his lips to your ear again. "Sluts as needy as you don't get fucked in the road. We don't have all day, and you're going to be THIS much work? We'll have to make some decisions."

He slaps your ass one more time just as you start moving to get up, which just makes you squirm and moan again.

Your clothes are thrown over you, boots landing in a thud near you and kicking up even more dirt that sticks to your sweat-slicked skin. "Put your clothes on, slut."

You move slowly, every drag of fabric or leather against your skin is agony and the **** ache deep in your ass makes you forget about the spanking you've received until you pull your pants up over your meaty, glowing bubble. A pitiful sigh catches in your throat as you try to stuff your diamond-hard and bone dry cock away...