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.

.. 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.