For only a few hours by Panther Friday afternoon, London: Jenny was bored sitting at her desk. She kept staring at the clock willing it go faster. Its been just three hours since she and Pierre has returned from a whatever hotel after fucking like rabbits for an hour. Its been two weeks since Jenny started having an affair with the french agent Pierre. During the first week they only fucked at her home. During the second week they rented hotel room by hours and fucked like rabbits. Now in between renting hotel rooms and making love at Jenny's house, they also fuck in the office washroom. The recent spate of terrorist activities accross Europe had left many spy agencies red-faced and scampering to cover their asses. Work was down in all departments except Anti-terrorism department. And they have a very limited use for women agents. Almost all of their targets being radical hardliners, women were sidelined to roles of either prostitutes or honey pots. MI6 has a separate department for those ladies. Jenny was musing if she could slip away and park her ass on Pierre's desk and then the frenchman with the wonderful cock will take care of her. The frenchman with the wonderful cock and the skill required to weild it like a master. Suddenly her desk phone rang. "Could you come down to my cabin please", Commander Holt's gravelly voice sounded in Jenny's ear. She wondered what is wrong. Jenny had an affair with Holt on a previous mission, when they both were captured. Jenny remembered the burly, old Holt keeping up with the young and fit blonde many times over the whole weekend they lay recupeterating. . It brought a smile to her face. Though if that knowledge went out it could cost both of their carreer. The smile to turned to frown and thus with trepidations and butterflies in stomach Jenny entered Holt's cabin. Commander Holt was sitting with another person. He was somewhat short and fat man,wearing expensive but badly fitting clothes. He was cleaning his glasses on the fat end of his necktie. "...rstand, but I cot force...", both of them stopped talking when Jenny came in. "Jenny, this is George Leyims, head of the another department. He needs someone fitting your bill for one of his operations. But please do remember, you are under no obligation to agree to anything you are uncomfortable with." Holt said as he left the cabin. Jenny nodded with wide eyes. Her trepedation increased as she sat down opposit George. "Ms. Richards, I have heard so many times about you. And believe me, you are even prettier in person and one of the most successful agents in the history of MI6. I'm so glad to finally meet you." Leyims said with a smile looking her into the eyes. Jenny's uneasyness vanished with the profeus compliments of the nice man. "He has got very kind eyes", Jenny decided. "You are too kind Mr. Leyims. Please tell me what can I do for you?" Jenny said blushingly. "I am the head of the counter-terrorism department." Leyims said and Jenny's smile vanished. "Do carry on Sir", Jenny nodded grimly. "We have a long time operation running on one of the financiers of the terrorists. He is a minor royal in a middle east country.Every few months he meets with one of the leaders of the radicals and we believe that some banking informations are passed on. This used to be small amounts, but since last meeting this has increased to a few million pounds. We believe this time it would be in billions. Now, this person has a diplomatic passport. We have no evidence against him. And the radicals would die before they would say anything. That only leaves the option of somehow getting the bank details. Doing so, we can freeze the money, capture the terrorists and using the Foreign Currency Violation Act, arrest the Prince too. Still with me miss?", said Leyims. "Err..get the bank number from the prince...and some other stuff..but what I have got to do with these??" Jenny questioned pleadingly, her limited brainpower already going into overdrive. "Yes, you hit the nail right on its head miss", Leyims smiled kindly. He was aware of the busty blonde's intelligence or the lack of it. And the success desspite of it. "Now, this Prince is suddenly coming for another meeting with this radical and will give him those bank details. They meet at a very exclusive men's club. So, exclusive that we don't have a single thing to snoop on them. Here you come in." Leyims finished talking. "okay, what about the waiters or cleaners?", Jenny blurted out. "All hand chosen by the boss of the club and personally known to him.", Leyims said sadly. "What if you put a microphone in the room by going in guise of a member", Jenny was amazed with her own smartness. "The prince uses the Gold Level private rooms in the middle of the club. No outside wall to attach mikes. The Gold rooms are radio jammed and sound-proof, no signal or sound goes in our out. So, recording device is our only option. Also, they have a EMP Gun. It fries all electronics. They use it before and after the rooms are used. So, any recording device has to be carried in with them and then brought out with them", Leyims said gloomily. "Oh, thats....complicated", the blonde bimbo said hesitantly. "However, there's a solution. In every meeting they bring a stripper and uses the loud music to hide their discussions. The girls are brought from an exclusive escort agency. The prince issues very specific instructions about the girls before boarding the plane. So, when the agency sends the girl's details we can capture their message and replace it with our girl." "So, you have everything. What do you need me for then?" "We don't have a girl matching that description available tonight." "What description?" Jenny asked, dreading the answer. "Blonde, big-breasted, tall girl. We have a couple of tall asians and a petite blonde, thats all. So, if you help us we can stop a imminent terrorist strike on our nation. And cripple the terror network for a long duration." "But, I am not a stripper...I ..won't be..comfortable..." Jenny stammered, cursing her luck and her boobs for the millionth time. "They don't do anything. We talked with the girls from the earlier meetings. They just talk furtively and don't even glance at the girl. You could just stand there and catch up your reading. Please do this for us Jenny. We would never willingly push you into something that you are not comfortable with. It would barely take two hours", Leyims pleaded with hope filled eyes. Jenny was a sucker for pity. "ok, if that is all I have to do that I'm in", she said with a smile. "Great, the prince would be landing in an hour. We need to reach the club in next ninety minutes. Lets go", Leyims said, suddenly all serious. **** In the car, Leyims handed the blonde agent the file on prince. Jenny opened the file and her breath caught in her throat. The Prince was called Said Ben Khalifa and he was a girl's wet dream come true. A black man, he possesed an extreamly handsome face and judging by the cloths, and very fit body too. "Pretty, isn't he", Leyims said. "His first wife thought so too, until she was caught in a papparatzi photograph baring her cleavage in a trial room. He threw her from his palace's top floor. Officially she died in an accident. Though that does not explain why her breasts were skewered by more than fifty nails. His other two wives have learnt since then to stay at home" Jenny was stunned. This gorgeous man was a woman hater of the worst kind. She was spared from further details when Leyims phone beeped. He unlocked it and nodded, "yes, your photo has been shared with them. They would be expected you. The original girl will be slipped a dose of sleeping pills and would be out till morning. However, when she wakes up, she will definiltly talk and then this mission will be exposed. We have to get the evidence tonight or they will walk away and create more strikes. We are counting on you Agent Richards" Jenny puffed up her chest and replied, "SIR, YES SIR!" ******* Jenny waited at the parking lot of the mall. As per the captured messages, the Prince himself will pick up the girl from here. The recording device is made to look like a lipstick tube. It will record everything within 3 feet radius and so needs to be placed near the subjects. Jenny was dressed in a simple sundress. Assured by the kind man from anti-terrorism department, she hoped there would be minimal amount of stripping. However, if she really needed to take off her dress, she prepared for it. She wore a very tiny thong and a lacy black bra underneath. She planned on meeting up with Pierre after the job and get her brains (whatever little of it she posseses) fucked off. Prince Said bin Khalifa was an impatient man by nature. He planned this afternoon like all the previous times. Drive in through the parking lot of a mall, pick up the girl, go to the club, put on loud music and talk with the vile beared mullah while the said mullah keeps thundering about godless christians going to hell and try sneaking in to look at whatever girl there was on the stage. The Prince does not have such cowardance. He has a well stocked harem at home and women there literally and figuratively die to please him. He does not need to pay for sex. Suddenly the heavenly vision of the woman standing nervously near the parking lot filled the Prince with awe. The Prince slowly perused the blonds figure. "She is way more prettier than her photo", her thought. He stared at her bulging bosom. He parked behind the nervous blond taking in her long slender back and her spectacular butt encased in the clinging sundress that was so light he could clearly make out her tiny underwear. He got out of the car and stood in front of her and gazed at her face. It was perfect. Her softly tanned skin was flawless, her eyes large and a soft blue, her nose small but slim, her cheek bones high. Overall she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen and that included his harem. Finally he scrutinized her mouth. It was wide with full sensual pink lips. He couldn't stop the inevitable image forming in his mind of just what he'd like her to squat down and do with those lips. He had to stop a groan escaping his mouth as suddenly the nervous young blond slowly poked her moist pink tongue out and sensuously licked her lips. Jenny realized the target was staring at her. He simply poined at his car. Jenny slowly turned around and walked to the car. The effect this had on her globes of heavenly perfection on her chest was amazing. It was like watching cat videos, only of the adult variety which you can pause and play for whole day and have a sore arm afterwards. The car was unlocked. Jenny got in the back and sat quitely. The drive to the club was short and Ben Khalifa did not once looked back. He seemed to be in deep thought. *************** Jenny was thoughly searched by the guards before letting her enter the room. She expected groping, but the guards were very imapssive. She saw the prince fiddling with his mobile phone before putting it in a locked box and then entering the room. Her bag was taken away but she could manage convice the guards to let her carry the lip stick in it. She discreetly dropped it under the only table in the room. [Meanwhile, a few miles away, a mullah stroding angrily through the red light district was suddenly distracted by his mobile chiming. "'Come two hours late.' What do you mean two hours late? What am I going to do for two hours?", he yelled angrilly at his silent mobile. Then muttered silently as he started walking back to his house.] *************** Jenny was standing uncertainly wondering what to do, when the prince emerged from the washroom and spoke sternly, "Aren't you going to dance?" Jenny sighed and thought, so much about standing and catching up on reading. She climbed on the stage as loud music suddenly started playing from the hidden speakers. "Looks like they were right, nothing would ever be caught in this noise unless its right under them, which it is", Jenny thought. Thankfully she genuinely loves to dance, its one of her favourite hobbies. When the tempo changed at the chorus, Jenny was at the end of the long stage. Biting her lip, she spun bent at the waist, and flipped the dress up, revealing her panties. She was wearing a thong. After a long moment when it seemed that she was naked from the waist down. The Prince was certainly paying attention. Still facing away from the end where she was standing, she shimmied, then twitched her hips in a credible ‘twerking’ that would have brought whistles and applause. Jenny let the hem fall, then turned quickly, the momentum lifting the skirt again while her hand caught the tie of her dress. A moment later, she stopped moving and the dress seemed to unwind off of her body in an incredibly sexy manner. The prince eyed Jenny as she stood proudly on stage in just her sexy thong and matching lace bra. Her dress settled to the stage at her feet. Ben Khalifa absently realized she was wearing thong. He watched as the blonde stripper put her arms up, lifting her hair and emphasizing her cleavage in front and long graceful neck at the back as she strutted and pivoted around the edge of the stage. She looked amazing in just the sexy underwear. She paused near the back of the stage, bent at the waist, shaking her nearly bare ass, then reached back, releasing the clasp of her bra. She turned as she stood, trapping the loosened bra against her breasts with her forearm. She was beaming at the positive reaction of the man, who was visibly getting an erection, as she pranced again around the edge of the stage. At the front, she paused, yanking the bra away from her chest, leaving her forearm covering her nipples and areolae, the bottom curve of both breasts fully visible. Catching the pole, Jenny spun around, the action leaving both breasts visible as she turned, leaning to emphasize their natural sway. The song was winding down, and Jenny, lost in her performance, eyes closed as she swayed seductively, turned in profile and then bent at the waist, leaving her head at the level of her ankles. She reached up, catching the band of her thong and deftly sliding it down her shapely legs, aided by gravity the moment the flimsy panties were below the curve of her hips. Jenny caught the bar, bracing a foot against it and stood, spinning half around to face the man while her body fell away from the bar, her breasts bouncing impressively as the man gazed amazed at the clear view of her naked hairless pussy. Delighted by the sense of power she had over the man staring openly at her, Jenny kicked her foot, sending the thong sailing into the black man's face. She spun to the other side of the stage, body gyrating to the pounding, pulsing music. When the last chorus began, she stood for a moment, then prowled the stage edge, pausing as she realized the man was holding bills to give her. Jenny dropped to her hands and knees, her big breasts bouncing and swaying as she moved around the stage like a feral cat, pausing only long enough for the man offering her tips to slip the bills into her garter. At the end of the long stage, Jenny rolled onto her firm ass, kicking her ankles in the air. She rolled again, eyes coming to rest on the man leering at her.Jenny pivoted gracefully, catching the pole with the back of a knee and spinning all the way around, dipping her head back, bare breasts shining in the spotlights thanks to a liberal coating of baby oil. “What’s this worth, slut?” he taunted showing a 100$ bill. Without thinking, Jenny licked her lips, staring pointedly at the man standing within arm’s reach. She braced her feet on the edge of the stage, threw her arms over her head as she rolled onto her back, & she gave four lewd hip thrusts, as if she was fucking herself against her admirer. Ben Khalifa's jaw dropped. Giggling, Jenny rolled gracefully onto her hands & knees again, shaking a hip until the man grudgingly droppedthe impressive tip on the floor. ********** The radical who was supposed to meet the prince was still absent. The prince absently looked at his watch and then casually ordered the blonde who just finished dancing, "give me a lap dance now". Jenny's eyes widened in surprise. She she never considered that the terrorists could be late too. And now she has to give a lapdance to this asshole, the very attractive and sexy ashole. Her pussy quivering in apprehension , Jenny climed down from the stage and approached the chair Prince was sitting. The song changed to a soft and sensous one. 'You are etherially beautiful", the Prince said. Jenny was suddenly embarrassed; he had seen her nude. She smiled, telling herself he is only trying to be polite. She started to dance in front of him, smiling her thanks when he calmly started the music. She swayed, first facing him, then turning away, then turning back. With a shock Jenny realize before the first song had ended his cock was starting to swell. The music segued without pause to a second more upbeat number. “You have the hottest body of anyone I’ve ever seen,” he told her as she went on dancing. She smiled as she turned, her gaze fixed on his crotch. “Thanks… You too. I’ve never seen so many muscles on a man.”, she tried to be nice too. She bit her lip, swaying back and forth a bit closer than she had been. His cock was at half mast. She smiled, and then realized he has undone his zippers. “I see, all right,” she giggled, “That is one big dick.” It was fat slab of dark meat rising between the prince's legs. It was the longest, plumpest, penis she’d ever seen and it wasn’t even fully hard. Jenny was unconsciously clenching her thighs. She shivered at the mental image of slipping her panties off as she pressed her sex against his thigh, teasingly up to the head of his big cock, rubbing at it shyly, then moving back to his muscular thigh. She blinked, sure that he was getting bigger. She blushed, aware of her own arousal. She smiled, moving high in his lap without thinking about it. When she looked at him again, he was staring down at their groins, and she looked as well, seeing that he had his hand at the base of his shaft, the broad head of his cock just inches from her pussy. She shivered, wondering how something that big would feel inside of her… He was reclining, so Jenny leaned forward, shaking her naked breasts in front of Ben's face. Ben Khalifa’s gaze locked onto her firm breasts, following the movement of her aroused nipples. She arched her back, turning her head in preparation of swinging her long hair over Ben’s head. Her chest dipped lower, and then one of Ben’s big hand closed on her swinging breast, lifting the nipple to his tongue. His lips closed after a single lick and he began to suck. Jenny gasped, and fell back. The Prince withdrew his hands immidietely to indicate he is not going to touch again. She was glad he had not pushed her, because both nipples were tingling she was so hot. “Damn, but your pussy is wet, slut,” Ben Khalifa murmured, lips near her ear, “And it’s giving off so much heat, too…” He had a hand on her ass, but Jenny could not focus to get out of his grip. As Khalifa took rest of the cloths off, it was clear that he is indeed woman's wet dream come true. Too bad that he is also a cruel and brutal man who hates woman and only knows how to abuse them. Jenny gasped with fear as Ben Khalifa pulled an absolute monster of a penis. “P-please,” she begged staring at it in awe. The thing was already completely hard. It stuck out at least ten inches from a bushy mass of pubic hair.Khalifa was pulling off his shirt and stepping out of his shorts as she watched. His testicles appeared sized to match his phallus, “Oh god, this can’t be happening.” “Allah wills it, slut.” “I’m not a slut” “Those tits sure make you look like a slut. Now come suck my cock before I change my mind and complain to Jago.” “What do I do?” “Don’t tell me you’ve never sucked cock before?” Khalifa rolled his eyes. “Allah, be praised, it’s one of the purposes he designed women for. You will like it.” Hmmm, thought Jenny, I would have thought my mouth was designed for eating, breathing, and talking. It’s purpose is certainly not for sucking off sexist pigs. Jenny kneeled before Khalifa and stared at his monster penis. Jesus, if she didn’t get him off with her mouth, he might decide to fuck her with that monster. Khalifa’s cock had a slight upwards curve. It jerked with his pulse and the long pee slit would peek out of the foreskin with each jerk. The pee slit was leaking fluid which soon made the hetmet glisten. “As much as I enjoy the look in your eyes, whore. I do not have all day. Get to work, white whore.” Jenny crinkled her nose at the stench of the man’s cologne. He had apparently applied very liberal doses to his pubic region. Jenny closed her eyes as she leaned forward and let her tongue flicker up the head of his cock. She could taste the fluid on the end and wanted to gag. She felt complete disgust at what she was doing. Jenny did gag as she swallowed the head. It was as big as a golf ball. She sucked her lips tight as she sucked the head. It was unpleasant. He even pulled his cock out, lifted the shaft up and shoved his balls at her mouth. She licked them, feeling pubic hairs coat her tongue and enter her mouth. She coughed, trying to spit them out before leaning back to suck the head again. Ben Khalifa reached down and pinched her nipples. A moan of pleasure formed in the back of her throat. She could feel her pussy leak on the backs of her legs where she was kneeling on them. He squeezed her nipples and stroked them. Her head followed suit. She started bobbing it more rapidly, taking several more inches of Khalifa’s massive cock in her mouth. Moans of lust escaped her lips around his cock. She wondered what it would feel like to get fucked by such a monster of a cock. Jenny slid her hand up the rapidly lubricating shaft so that she could run her tongue all around the bulbous cock head. “Now you are getting in to it. Tamtiss diky , eahirat albayda” (Suck my cock, white whore) Jenny didn’t know what he was saying in Arabic, but the words escaped his lips in a groan of pleasure. She released her other nipple and now gripped the shaft with both hands. She stroked what she couldn’t swallow. She relaxed her throat now and pushed her head forward, letting his cock slide deep down her throat. Her nose was soon only inches from his pubic hair. She bobbed her head feeling nearly eight inches of his thick cock sliding back and forth down her throat. Jenny grabbed her nipples again. Khalifa wrapped one beefy hand around the back of her head. He helped guide her as she imagined his cock was swelling up even larger then it was now. The prince was gasping for breath. He grunted as his cock bucked down her throat. She felt it pulse in her throat, pumping sperm into her belly. Jenny felt the disgust returning. She jerked her head back and Khalifa let her, but held her head still when just the head of his cock was in her mouth. It was still pumping sperm and a lot of. It filled her with a strange pride to hear Khalifa’s grunts of pleasure as he came. Jenny even kept the head in her mouth while Khalifa stroked the remaining sperm out of his shaft. “I said you would like it,” said Khalifa continuing to stroke the thick shaft. Jenny wanted to know when his partner is coming, so that she can leave. Khalifa continued, “Whores always like to suck cock.” He was stroking his cock to keep it hard. “Whores also like to get fucked. Ready to feel a harr alqadib alththabit in that white pussy?” Jenny stared as if mesmerized at his hand gliding along the still rock hard shaft. Her pussy was soaked. Her nipples were hard and rampant, straining out from her breasts. She was horny from playing with them as well as from dancing in such a hot way. Also, she needs to stick around until his so late partner reaches and he pops out the bank informations. She stared at the big ten inch black cock before her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered, instantly regretting it. “Get on all fours then.” “Your not going to do me like this are you? Please, I beg you” she asked as Khalifa walked around behind her. Jenny's cries for mercy was music to his ears. Khalifa kneeled and lined his big cock head up with her wet slit. “This is how one fucks a whore.” He moved the tip of his cock up and down her slit before pushing it in. Jenny gasped. The head was huge and spread her wide open as it entered her. “Wait! You need to wear a condom.” Khalifa Khalifa snorted. “I don’t wear them.” “Then we can’t… Oh god! Then you need to pull out when you cum.” “Maybe, if you’re nice to me. If not, then you won’t be the first whore I planted a big Arabic baby in.” God, what a disgusting man, she thought. “Aargh,” she groaned as he pushed more in. “I feel it too, slut. This is one tight pussy. White men must not measure up in the cock department.” You got that so wrong, she thought and instantly regretted it. So many of her past lover's images floated to her mind and it onlly turned her on. “Your cock’s just too big,” she groaned. ”Now you know why women obey their men. Aittikhadh hdha alddik alkabir alearabia.” (take that big Arabic cock). “Pig,” she grunted and gasped as he smacked her ass cheek. It wasn’t a hard spank, but it surprised her and he laughed. Jenny decided she wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of making her cum. Screw him, The problem is that he felt good. He was now deeper and stretching her wider that only a few man ever did. She estimated he still had a couple inches to give her and she caught herself pushing back into his thrusts. At least with this position, she could pretend he was someone else, but that only made her want to give in. Jenny gasped as his hairy balls slapped her thighs. She realized that she had taken the entire ten inches of that big cock. “You loving this, slut?” “No,” she grunted, through clenched teeth. Her wet pussy was making it easy for him to slide it in and out of her despite the fact that her pussy seemed to want to grasp his shaft and hold him in deep. Damn, it felt good. Khalifa was picking up speed and really fucking her hard now and it was all she could do to fight the pleasure. Jenny would have given anything in the world at that moment to prolong the fucking. Jenny was fighting the pleasure as best she could, but his hard thrusts were forcing her down. Her back legs were spreading and her front was lowering as he gave her the hardest pounding of her life. Jenny’s massive breasts were dangling, the distended nipples sticking out inches from the carpeted floor. After a few more thrusts, her arms slid further out and both her sensitive nipples slid along the carpet. Jenny’s eyes flew open as the orgasm exploded from her pussy. “I felt that slut,” laughed the Turk, as he gripped her waist and fucked her even harder. Oh no, she thought. Jenny looked underneath her and watched the carpet rubbing the nipples under her breasts. At least I didn’t have to see the expression on his face when he made me cum.Worse, her breasts were still swinging along the carpet, driving her nipples crazy. Impossibly, Jenny felt another orgasm building. She couldn’t fight it and pushed back into Khalifa’s thrusts as the second orgasm overtook her. “Fuck me you bastard,” she cried. “Kunt 'uhibb baladi kabirat alqadib alearabiat, eahira.” (You love my big Arabic cock, whore). Jenny had no idea what he had said, but her words answered him anyway. “Don't stop you fucking pig. Harder. Harder. Fuck me. Fuck me.” Jenny came again and watched the wet stains on the carpet spread below from her dripping pussy. She was going crazy with lust. “FUCK MEEEE,” she moaned, close to cumming yet another time. “Now you admit you’re a whore,” laughed Khalifa. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and sucked it to make it wet, before placing it down against Jenny’s sphincter. He pushed it in. Jenny was scared when she felt something enter her ass, but the new sensation was all that it took to push her over the edge of her third orgasm. “Oh, I love being fucked by your cock,” she moaned. She even sensed another building almost right on the heels of the last. She could also sense Khalifa’s thrusts were growing erratic and he was grunting more. Her pussy also felt like it was expanding around his growing cock. “Pull out,” she begged. “Nah. I don’t think so,” came his voice behind her. “Gonna fill that white womb with my seed and put my baby in that belly.” He laughed evilly, but the laugh ended with a groan as he came. It was too much for Jenny. Her nipples flickering along the carpet, the thumb in her ass, and the massive cock now spurting hot seed deep in her unprotected womb sent Jenny over the edge again. She had the mother of all orgasms. Her pussy clamped itself over the Arab’s spurting cock and wouldn’t let go. Jenny squealed in pleasure from the orgasm’s intensity. Her juices quirting from her pussy matched the intensity of the orgasm. colourless fluid continued to stain the carpet until finally the orgasm stopped and the prince slowly withdrew his huge cock from her well fucked pussy. “Oh my gawd,” she groaned, before collapsing her entire body on the carpet. Lying on the carpet she hears someone come in and gasp at her. She peered the approaching man and realized he is a beared man. "What are you doing Said? If your father could see you he would cut off your money.", the man angrilly said. "Then it is a good thing that he is not seeing me", the Prince replied with casual indifference and gripped Jenny's blond hair and lifted her up to his crotch. Jenny was embarrassed at how quickly she dropped to her knees. it was because she realized the recorder is lying a bit far and won't be able to record anything. She put her hand on it and dragged it under the Prince's chair. His free hand had dipped beneath her and bottom of the breast he was again squeezing, deftly working her nipple at the same time. Said glanced down, then, and Jenny blinked, following his gaze. “Hmmm,” he murmured, his naked cock visible , “I think I might need a little help here.” Jenny giggled, bending instinctively until she could kiss and lick at his skin. She lapped at him for the few seconds before he began to stiffen visibly, letting her slurp him into her mouth, all without using her hands, since one had taken over when Ben’s hand pulled away from her sex, while the other was working the breast he was not groping. She began to bob her head, tongue teasing the hooded opening of his uncircumcised tip. From the first stroke it was difficult to take him all the way, and Jenny shivered, feeling the tip push into her throat, but she remembered that she had swallowed Pierre a few hours before, and the knowledge that she could do it, even though the Prince is a lot bigger, spurred the aroused agent onward. He continued to swell, making the task more and more difficult. Jenny fought to find a rhythm… breathing on the back stroke, sucking as she went back down, her tongue working constantly. But the scant seconds to breathe were not enough. Sparkles appeared at the edges of her vision, which would have been graying as well, except there was not enough light to see the difference. And then she pushed too deep, and retched, fully impaled on his shaft. She tried to back off, afraid of choking, hungry for air, and found Ben’s free hand was tangled in her hair, holding her in place. “Ahhh!” She felt the heat of his release, pulsing straight into her stomach it seemed, and then he relaxed his grip and the desperate white agent pulled back. A single pulse of his orgasm seemed to fill her mouth, making Jenny sputter as she pulled free. The next ropey shot of his jism leapt from his cock, coating her nose and lips. Jenny gasped, still not sure if she was really breathing, there was so much semen on her face and filling her mouth. And yet, embarrassed at the mess she was making, she held her mouth open over his erupting shaft, catching the last of his climax and swallowing it without really thinking about anything except how wonderful it was to be breathing. “Damn you’re a grade A cocksucker, little slut,” ben Khalifa praised. He had flopped back onto the chair and smiled lazily at the addled agent kneeling between his splayed thighs. “You aren’t done, though. Clean me up, bitch.” Jenny nodded. She had wiped the cum smearing her face with her fingers, wiping them on the carpet, and without thinking about it she caught hold of the base of his spent cock, licking and sucking at him, focusing on the wrinkled hood. His fingers moved through her hair, not forceful like before, encouraging her continued ministrations. Minutes passed and Jenny did not slow. The fingers of her free hand had been alternately tweaking her nipples and rubbing her dripping seam through the jeans. She was not really aware how long she had been there before she realized Ben’s cock was becoming hard again. Giggling, she bobbed her head, sucking more eagerly. She was panting when he caught her hair in one hand, literally pulling her off of his shaft. A heavy strand of saliva joined his erect cock to her chin. Jenny looked up at him, hand between her legs, allowing her to finger her aroused sex. She began to pinch her nipples with her other hand, and whined softly at the pain of his using her hair as a handle. She blinked, seeing that he was talking with the bearded man. Her eyes went wide and she wiped at her mouth. Then both the men left leaving the cum drenched blonde agent behind. She collected the lip stick sound recorded and left the room wearing only her sundress. Rivulets of cum leaked from her pussy. She muttered angrilly , "For only a few hours my ass!!". And then sadly realized that she would have to offer her ass to Pierre to satisfy him whole night, her pussy is too sore by the monster black cock that she was impaled on.