The Humiliating Aftermath

For a few moments, there was nothing but labored breathing that broke the silence before Jessica finally dared to open her one “good” eye. She peered down at Sean, who sat on the bed, recovering from the effort. “If you had given me another few seconds, I could have come too…” she gently chastised. It wasn’t like he hadn’t given her enough climaxes earlier, but being left hanging like that was frustrating nonetheless.

“Who gives a fuck?!” Sean’s crude reply shocked her a little. Now that the throes of pleasure were past, she had hoped for the return of some manners.

Instead, what she got, was the producer climbing off the bed, ignoring her as he picked up his phone from where he had carelessly tossed it after making the earlier call, then returned to her. She watched as he lifted it, aiming the lens at her.

“Smile, slut!”

It took her a moment to remember Jerry’s demand of a picture of her cum-coated face, though it now sounded less hot and more humiliating than it would have a minute ago as the heat of passion quickly subsided. Nonetheless, tied down and naked, she didn’t think there was much of a decision to make, doing her best to give one more award-winning smile. She was a bit handicapped by the rapidly congealing jizz, but despite squinting against the strand of cum across her eyelid she managed a big, bright Hollywood grin, holding it until the camera clicked.

“You are such a pathetic whore…”

While the snide attitude had been a turn on just shortly before, Sean’s smirk now stung as she helplessly watched him send his friend a nude picture of her. She bit her lip though, as he bent down and took several more pictures of her naked body, including close-up pictures of her tits and her holes. As he turned away, she could see that he added them to a WhatsApp group chat.

“Can you untie me?!” she asked sheepishly as she watched the producer use one of her curtains to wipe down his face and body, then pull his clothes out of the duffel bag.

Sean gave her a good, long look as he slipped on his shorts. “Hang on,” he told her, his smirk making her shiver, “I’ll deal with you in a minute.”

Jessica opened her mouth, then closed it again. There was little she could do as she watched Sean put on his shoes, then his shirt. She was completely helpless. Blind in one eye and hogtied to the point she could do little more than wriggle her fingers with her pussy and asshole completely on display.

The producer took his time, stepping in front of the mirror to fix his hair, swiping it back with both hands. He took a moment to give himself a once-over before he caught her glare in the reflection and made eye contact. “You whined about not cumming enough?!”

The question caught her off guard, the rude tone causing her to pause for a second. “What?” she finally uttered, then watched nervously as Sean turned around and bent down to retrieve some of his toys from the floor and reached into his duffel bag. “What are you doing?” She could hear the panic in her own voice.