The ultimate humiliation. In three, two…

With Fareehah between my legs I am in paradise. At least, insofar as being **** to model naked for a studiofull of giggling women could be considered a good thing.

All those nude humiliations from today are a distant memory as this beautiful, busty Muslim deepthroats the life out of my cock; my eyes rolling back in ecstasy as I warn her a little too loudly about my impending orgasm.

“That’s my cue!” Somebody shouts too close to us for my sanity. The curtain separating us from the crew is ripped off its rod, and the sound makes Fareehah **** and fall backwards— bare tits and all the rest of her crumpling in a heap. Her enthusiasm doesn’t go to waste in the slightest, and I squirt my man-cream all across her face before she’s knocked over.

Without the younger woman to help catch my cream, I cum all over my naked body as a dozen ladies watch. Laughter, wolf-whistles, and lurid catcalls greet me while my cock writhes and gushes in orgasm.

I’m so mortified to by this all that tears start flowing like fountain water, and it’s an ugly cry. The cool, collected facade I’ve devoted the vast majority of my brain power to maintaining is shattered like a fallen vase as the sobbing ensues. It’s only the ultimate humiliation to be caught crying on top of everything else— coated in my own cum, butt naked, and handcuffed in the middle of an orgasm while a crowd of girls ogle me.

But as I fight at my restraints and burn vermilion, half of the all-female crew are showing sympathy, joined by regret; I’d suppose that the abasement it isn’t quite as sexy once you’ve reduced a man to an emotional breakdown.

But Ruby, and several other girls including Beatrix, aren’t sympathetic in the slightest— snapping a menagerie more photos of my cum-dripping wiener while I blush and cry harder than I had in years.

Although I don’t pay much attention as Ruby’s non-evil crew gather near me, they’re trying to make things right. But any apologies Tess, Wanda or Camilla are trying to confer are soundly ignored on account of my wilting penis’s continued visibility.

With embarrassment-based super strength, I snap the chain on my handcuffs and bolt out of the studio with my recently freed hands over my flaccid cock. After rushing past a few too many girls who found my nudity wolf-whistle-worthy, I find a trash can to hide behind as my waterworks ebb. I wallow in humiliation while trying to wipe my own cum off my chest.