CHAPTER 5: THE AGENCY’S SECRET ROOM

THEMES: Lust and Luxury, Elite modelling agency, Luxury setting, Group submission, Harem play, Orgy, Self- touch- denial, Consensual corruption, Degradation of Glamour, Ownership and Possession.

KINKS: Power imbalance, Age Gap, Collar restraint, Leashes, Food play, Older male, Top Models, Dirty Talks, Forced Orgasms, Creampie Fetish, Cum Bath.

The first thing I notice when I walk in, is the mirror on the... mmmm... UP.

But of course I do, it's always the first thing I notice, maybe because of how it's situated, or how it looks.

It's massive and stretches across the ceiling in a large curve, always reflecting so accurately every angle of us in our painted lips and lingerie.

Apparently I'm the last one to come in, because the other models are already sitting on the velvet cushions.

So I walk over and sit down as well, the inside of my thighs giving that little jitter it always does when I'm about to take on this part of my job.

The world knows us as models, the best of our generation; practically celebs and trend setters.

... But what they don't know is what we don't show them.

Right now as I walk over to sit with the others, we don’t look like models at all----- not with the absence of contracted magazine photographers.

The Agency calls this place The Secret Room.

Older men with money and wedding rings on their fingers come here after “auditions.”

Again my inner thigh gives that little jitter, this time with a tremble of my legs.

I'm always like this, maybe it's because I anticipate what's to come, or it's because of our status as models.

There are only three of us sitting here in this room, only three of us because we're the best models---- top models---- in this modelling agency.

... and only the top models are fit to dine with the great men, men who are considered the rich ones amongst the rich themselves.

Usually the auctions are for one man to one top model, but today I received a shock when I realised I was to go with the other two.

Winning an auction for one model is a fortune to even these men;

The agency has a strict rule against more than one model 'sating' these men, attaching a huge penalty fine for whoever decides to be too stubborn about the rule.

Now I wonder who could go for three all at once.

We weren't given his name though, we never are though I find it ridiculous since we still get to see their face when we get to this room.

Speaking of which; where is this man?

Just as I think of him, a light buzz goes on in the room; this means he's coming.

Instantly I, No. 2 and No. 3 get off from the cushion and down to the floor... on our knees.

Yes, we're numbered, and I'm No. 1; names don't apply to us in this room.

As my knees touch the thick carpet on the floor, I lift right hand up to touch the collared leather band on my throat that has my number on a gold plate on it.

Apparently this man we're going to serve has some unique tastes.

Bringing my hands down, I immediately bow my head and place my hands on my thighs, with No 2 and No. 3 on either side of me doing the same.

At that moment he walks in, but I don't notice it until I see his leathered shoes right in front of me.

He walks very quietly.

“Look up,” he orders and instantly we obey.

His eyes rake over us slowly, but unlike the other rich older men that's won the auction previously, he doesn't take in our appearances.

Instead he twirls the champagne I hadn't noticed was in his hand and says, “My wife thinks I’m in London tonight. She has no idea that her husband’s being served by three of the most expensive bodies in the city.”

'Ex wife', I correct him mentally.

Now that I'm looking up at him, I realise----- almost gasping----- that this is Mr. Sterling Silver.

... The man who's bought three countries in the continent and renamed them, just to spite his divorced wife who cheated on him when they were still together.

I don't know how he managed to do that, but I've heard he's so rich that he could make a person disappear without a trace, and even our clients that frequent this room fear him.

Although... I think, blinking quietly up at him;

... I didn't think he'll be the kind of person to visit this room.

There's silver hair at his temples, and he's wearing just black pants and a white t shirt which he's had rolled up to his fore arms.

For a man of that much wealth, he has a lot of muscles.

The agency has every client sign a contract not to damage our skin, or cause is significant hurt, but I have to wonder...

... if he has all that money to his name then, I don't think the agency has any hold on him.

They say he's the kind of man who doesn’t have to raise his voice because everything about him already says obey.

I bite my inner cheeks; now I'm curious on how I can satisfy this man.

Suddenly he reaches his hand out, grabbing hold of the leash attached to my collar and tugs it, causing me to jolt in shock as the collar bites into my skin.

He pulls the leash some more, forcing me to raise my head higher to look up at him------ I hadn't realised that while I'd been thinking, I'd lowered my head to the floor.

“Tell me why you’re here, No. 1.”

The question startles me.

Doesn't he know why he bid for us?

However he's still looking at me, so I answer, “To be used, sir.”

“And enjoyed,” he corrects, smiling cruelly.

“To be used and enjoyed.”

That's new, the previous clients usually like to be pleasured, not...

He snaps his fingers, drawing my attention back to him again, and I see No. 2 crawling to him as he parts his legs, then she begins unzipping him.

His cock springs out free, looking so thick and heavy, with a few veins bulging at it sides.

My mouth waters at the sight, for his age, his cock looks so good.

“Open,” he orders me, and I blink up at him in shock, wondering why it's me he told and not No. 2 that unzipped him.

However confused as I am, I do as he says and let my jaw drop, opening my mouth.

... But he doesn’t fuck my mouth yet.

Instead, he dips two fingers into the champagne flute in his left hand, then he brings them out and presses them past my lips.

The taste of bubbles and alcohol coats my tongue as his swirls his fingers inside my mouth, making sure I get every drop of the champagne on them.

“Good pet,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers which are now coated in my saliva out of his mouth.

Then I'm left in shocked awe as he turns to No.2 and No. 3

“Now, share.”

He presses his wet fingers into No. 2’s mouth, then into No. 3’s mouth as well, leaving our lipstick smears around the skin of his fingers.

Then he dips his fingers into his champagne flute, repeating the process again while we run out tongues all over his fingers.

Then he does it the third time, then the fourth time, and by the fifth time, his fingers are totally coated with our lipsticks of different shades of red and pink, and yet dry from our desperate sucking.

In a strange way this has made me horny, and when I look at No. 2 who's clenching her legs tightly, and No. 3 who's tongue is still out and her eye all hazy, I realise that they feel the same way.

We all desperate for even this scrap of his attention.

“Would you look at that,” he chuckles.

"My perfect little harem."

Finally, he grips my hair and shoves his cock into my mouth.

By now my tongue and throat is so slick with saliva that I don't gag, only tense up as my throat bulges, taking in the thick length of his cock.

It's safe to say that he's the biggest cock I've ever had in my throat.

Spit slides down my chin as he fucks my throat hard, keeping his hand on my hair so I don't stop looking up at him, while No. 2 licks his balls and No. 3 kisses his thighs.

“Look at yourselves,” he growls, watching the mirror above us.

“Three agency darlings, begging to choke on a married man’s cock.”

I know he's divorced, but his words give me a strange sense of shame that makes me aroused beyond reason, and I moan around him.

Every so often he tugs at the leash on my neck collar, pulling it so it tightens then uses his hands to feel the taut bulge in my neck, before loosing his grip and continuing in his thrusts.

Suddenly he pulls out, smearing precum across my cheek.

“Get up.”

At that we scramble onto the couch, panting while he rips strawberries from a crystal bowl on a long side stool, crushing one against No. 2’s lips.

It's red juice stains her mouth and he turns her face to No. 3 who takes the silent order to kiss her.

Their lips move in a tangle as the sick on each other's lips, No. 3 greedily sucking and drinking up every strawberry juice she can find in No. 2's mouth.

I watch, feeling left out and wanting some action myself, then suddenly I feel his hands tug the little covering over my breasts down.

... And he squeezes a handful of strawberries in his hand over my left breast, then my right breast, causing me to gasp at the cold feeling and texture, and making sure to leave both of my breasts thoroughly coated in the strawberries' juice.

Then he separates No. 2 from No. 3 and shoves her down to lick the juice from my breasts.

No. 3 follows without needing him to prob her, and she immediately begins lapping at the juicy stickiness.

The both of them begin sliding her tongues in rhythmic then different patterns across my nipples, making me heave and moan and pant, until I cry out in utter pleasure when they begin sucking on me hard.

“Messy pets,” he mutters, pulling his belt off his pants as he watches us.

“You three need discipline.”

Again he separates us, and I whimper while he bends me over the couch.

... Then he brings the belt down across my ass.

I scream, in both shock and pain; I'd expected his cock in me not his belt.

... But then my pained cry melts into a moan, oddly, as he slaps my ass cheeks with his belt again and again and again.

My skin burns there, and my pussy is now dripping its juices down my thighs.

Please let him just fuck me; this is torture.

“Better count,” he orders.

"Or I'll start afresh."

"What??!" I rasp, not even knowing when the words slip past my lips as I turn, raising myself up to look at him.

However he pushes me back down on the couch.

"How many have you counted?" He asks stroking my ass, but I shake my head in response; I wasn't counting.

"How many have I given her?" I hear him ask No. 2 and No. 3.

And so I raise my head to look at them with a hopeful look on my face, but my face drops when they both shake their heads in response.

"Oh you two don't know? I'll start from afresh then."

Fuck!!

“One!” I gasp when his belt connects with my ass.

Then again...

“Two!”

By ten, I’m shaking, tears now staining my face.

“Now,” he whispers darkly over the shell of my ear.

“You’ll fuck for me like the obedient little model you are.”

He thrusts into me without warning then, and my scream echoes through the room, with the giant ceiling mirror reflecting in every angle my body stretched and filled.

He pounds me hard, each thrust of his causing the couch to rock.

Then his hand wraps around my collar's leash, tugging it harshly that I have to let go of the couch and hold on to my collar Instead, it tightness making my vision to blur.

“Do you hear that?” he snarls.

“That’s the sound of my cock being buried in your agency's prized model.”

I can't tell if he's talking to me, No. 2 or No. 3, but I sob.

“Yes----yes... Sir yesss!” I sob.

"Don't stare at us like that now," he says and this time I can tell that he's talking to No. 2 and No. 3.

"Part those legs so I can see them... There, just like that. Keep your eyes on me and don't touch yourselves."

Fuck!!!

I hear them whimper at his command, and I do so as well, my body spasming in pleasure while I'm glad I'm not in their shoes.

Suddenly I hear a phone, but he doesn’t stop thrusting, or even flinch.

“That’s my wife.”

Panic----- for no logical reason at all----- floods me, and he lets go of my leash, forcing his phone I'd had no idea he'd had with him to my ear while he keeps fucking me.

“Answer it” he orders.

I gasp into the receiver, my voice shaking. “H- hello?”

“Who is this?” a woman’s voice snaps at me, and just then he thrusts harder, his cock hitting deep and making my cunt clench tightly around him.

“I’m---- an acquaintance,” I stammer, moaning as he slaps my ass in reprimand.

The he takes the phone away from my ear, speaking calmly.

“Yes, darling. She's just an acquaintance that I'm fucking and there's three of them for me here.”

I think she starts to say something in the middle of a sob or so, but then he ends the call and tosses the phone aside, not even flinching when it smashes down on the floor.

“Now scream louder,” he growls, “stop holding back those sounds you've been holding."

My eyes widen.

How did he------ ?

Fuck!!!

I explode, squirting across the velvet as I my orgasm hits me suddenly.

He roars, spilling his cum inside me, holding me tightly to himself untill he's done.

Then he pulls out, grabs No. 2, and pushes her down to lick me clean.

When she's done, Mr. Sterling doesn’t let us rest for long.

He snaps his fingers, and No. 3 crawls to him, her eyes wide and her body shaking in pleasure denial.

“Get on the table."

She obeys instantly, climbing onto the glass dining table that's in the center of the room and lies back, spreading her legs wide.

I look up then, to see the mirrored ceiling reflecting her body; it's a spread feast.

He looks up as well, and probably thinking the same thing, smirks and walks to her dipping two fingers into her dripping pussy.

Then he pulls them out and motions me to come to him.

I do and without being told, I open my mouth, feeling his fingers enter into my mouth as he says;

“Taste her.”

I moan as her sweetness coats my tongue, running my tongue over the length of his fingers and bubbling my head as I suck.

I must have sucked it so good, because then he groans.

But I don't get to bask in the feeling for long or do more because then he pulls away.

His cock is already hard again now, and so he turns and presses into No. 3, stretching her pussy wide.

Her eyes go wide like sockers, probably as wide as mine went, and she screams her moans, clawing her nails on his back as he pounds her.

Bitch forgot we're not supposed to touch him unless he touches us first.

However he doesn't react negatively to it and instead fuckers her harder.

Fuckkkkkkk!

“Look up," he growls suddenly

"Watch your reflection while I fuck you.”

She does, and her eyes roll back, her orgasm tearing through her as he fills her with his release, and her cum and his leak down the glass while her body twitches under him.

But he’s not finished, my eyes widen in horror as I see him stroke himself and watch his length grow ROCK HARD... AGAIN.

My bit down on my lips hard as I clench my thighs to together and squirm.

He has so much stamina.

He stalks towards No. 2, yanks her forward by her leash, and bends her over to the table beside No. 3.

... And she happily arches her back, shaking her ass to call out to him faster.

He doesn’t waste time... he slams into her from behind, spanking her ass so hard as he do that it leaves red marks on it.

“Count,” he growls.

“One!” she and he spanks her again.

“Two!!”

I shiver.

Fuck I want more, watching them now I just want to....

My hands move down to reach between my legs but just before I can touch my pussy...

"Do you dare," he growls.

I whimper in response, rubbing my legs vigorously together as I clench them, but it does nothing to ease my plight.

... And he ignores me, keeping up with spanking No. 2.

By the time he reaches 9, she’s sobbing, dripping and begging for more shamelessly.

And he fucks her harder, tangling his hand in her hair, and driving his cock so deep until she squirts across the table.

“Such sluts,” he groans, pulling out, as her cum drips down her thighs.

He didn't cum this time I notice, just as he just he signals me over with his right index finger.

“Get on all fours, between them.”

I oblige, crawling onto the table while my body trembles with need, and he pushes into me from behind.

I mewl, arching my back and pushing back into him while he pounds into me.

But then he forces my face between No. 2’s thighs.

“Lick her while I ruin you,” he orders, then spanks No. 2 so harshly that she yelps.

"Fuck No. 3 with your tongue."

Moaning, she moves her head in between No. 3's thighs, fucking her with her tongue and sucking while No. 3 holds her head in place, moaning loudly as she did.

On the other end, I circle my tongue over No. 2's clit while Mr Sterling's cock slams into me, stretching me and making me scream against her skin.

The room is chaos now, full of moans, cries, the smell of sex and the sound of balls slapping against pussy.

... And the mirrored ceiling above reflects us, three Agency top models, taken one after the other and together by one married older man who hasn't even taken off his tie.

I cum loudly, shaking and trembling, and he pulls out at the last second, stroking himself over all three of us.

"On your knees the three of you," he growls, and we immediately move our trembling bodies off from the table and then kneel together on the carpeted floor in front of him.

... with our mouths open and our tongues hanging out.

“Say you're my pets,” he commands.

“We’re your pets!” we moan in unison.

He groans, spilling his cum across our tongue, faces and our chests.

When he’s done, he pets each of us on the head, stroking the back of our necks in a way that feels oddly soothing and pleasurable.

Then he pulls away and redresses himself, pulling his pants up to his hips, zipping up and buckling his belt, keeping his eyes on us while he does this.

“I’ll be back next month,” he says and then turns and leaves, walking out the door while we watch him with hazy eyes, completely awe struck by him.