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time," she heard the Prince say and she readied herself for the eruption. The Englishman began pistoning in and out hard, slapping his pelvis against her buttocks and driving the Prince even deeper down her gullet while the hands at her breasts mauled and gripped ever harder. She squealed but then felt the cock swell against her tongue and steadied herself as best she could. The Prince let out a guttural sigh, the Englishman slammed into her and stayed inside her to the hilt, the cock in her mouth began to pump and the one in her vagina began to spurt at the same time. Ayesha came with all the enthusiasm that Sir John had valued so highly.
    She stayed where she was as she trembled in the aftermath, still swallowing the sperm and licking the softening shaft while the Englishman slid out of her vagina, only standing up once the Prince was clean and she could trust her legs. It had been a long time since she had had a double, she realised, and she had forgotten how good it was.
    She gathered her clothes while the men zipped themselves up and retreated to the toilet to dress. She knew they would be discussing her 'cunt', her 'tits' and her mouth. Normally she quite liked her clients telling her about her body but these two men still bothered her a little. After only one more drink, they were both ready to go again.
    This time Ayesha gave them a bit more of a show as she stripped and then she was back in the same position but with the Englishman in her mouth this time. His cock was what she always called a jawcracker. It was thick and the veins stood out in interesting relief but it was also of a respectable length. It didn't help her that he pressed down on her head to force every inch of himself into her and then bucked up at her with sadistic glee even while she was trying to swallow his thick spurts. The Prince took considerably longer in her vagina and continued a steady rhythm until his colleague had been cleaned, had slid free of her lips and stood up. Then he too pushed down on her head until she was resting it on her crossed forearms on the seat and began to fuck her in earnest. He had phenomenal staying power she realised hazily as she was bounced and shaken about on the end of his weapon. He was so vigorous that she couldn't make any moves of her own, just let him smack himself into her until she was howling her way towards her third orgasm with that long hard rod of his battering at the very neck of her womb. With a series of breathless little screams she climaxed in response to a final burst of rapid and even harder thrusts and she fell to her knees as he pulled free. She managed to gulp in two or three lungfuls of air and then she was being hauled up again. To her dismay, the Prince was still fully erect. He turned her round and laid the backs of her shoulders on the seat so that she was kneeling with her body arched and her head thrown back. He stood astride her and bent his knees until she could lick at the tightly crinkled scrotum but then he settled his legs further apart and lowered himself some more. Ayesha understood and squeezed her breasts together, forming a soft tunnel for him. He rammed himself through it only a few times before she felt his hot sperm splashing out over her throat and chin.
    After that second encounter they didn't bother getting dressed again - the men having paid her the compliment of stripping. Ayesha was well used to working naked and as she moved around the cabin knew that her body would surely stoke up the fires of lust soon enough. However she wasn't prepared for the form it took.
    "Go to my bag and open it." It was the Englishman who spoke. Ayesha went to the locker and pulled out the Luis Vuitton case, placed it on a seat and unzipped it.
    "Look under the clothes and bring what you find to me."
    Ayesha carefully lifted the immaculately folded clothes and to her amazement found a coiled whip nestling beneath them. What sort of man travelled on a business trip with a whip? And it was