Note- There are too few Bond stories on this site, being a big fan of the sixties spy movie genre my wife suggested I attempt to flesh out the sex scenes of the movies. I shall try to write about every one in turn, starting with the first, Doctor No.
Disclaimer- The movies are produced by Eon Productions, and the novels by the estate of the late Ian Fleming. This work is my own, written for fun only and no monetary gain.
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London, England 1962.
James Bond returned to his modest London apartment off the Kings Road in the small hours and rubbed his tired eyes. Despite having been awake for far too long his highly trained mind was still acutely alert, always focused for anything, anytime. However, even he didn't need to fall back on his excessive regime of physical and mental training to notice a light on under the door that led to his living room. Silently he kicked his patent leather shoes off and drew his ever present Beretta .25 from his shoulder holster.
He took a firm grip on the door handle and with a deep breath wrenched it open and crouched down, gun cocked.
"There, now you made me miss it."
A tall, elegant woman with auburn hair swept back from her clear face tapped the golf club against her gold high heeled shoe. A ball popped out of an upturned hat on the carpet a few feet from her.
Bond remembered the slim brunette in a red dress from the Casino earlier in the evening when they had played Chemin De Fer at the same table. Her name was Sylvia Trench, and he had invited her for dinner the next evening.
"Do you always dress this way when you play golf?" He enquired as he relaxed somewhat.
Bond returned his pistol to his left shoulder and looked her up and down. The stylish five feet plus beauty had gained an extra four inches in the heels and her slender legs were bare under one of his white shirts, the bottom of which was just one inch decent. She had undone the front buttons, leaving two buttoned which gave him a tantalising glimpse of her pale breasts. The woman had an assured confidence about her, her face was stunning, her hair and milk white flesh made most men's hackles rise on the back of their necks.
"I thought I would slip into something a little more comfortable, hope I did the right thing?"
She gave an exaggerated pout with her scarlet lips and ran a finger under the collar in feigned innocence.
"You did, but you're a day early. I have to leave on business immediately."
Shortly before, agent 007 of Her Majesty's Secret Service had been briefed by his chief 'M' and had been ordered to fly to the Caribbean that very morning.
"That's too bad."
Sylvia approached the tall six feet two spy with the black hair and dark eyes and flung her arms around his neck. She nuzzled his left cheek with hers, a finger grazed his little scar. Her sparkling eyes remained on his, then she kissed him lightly on the mouth.
"When did you say you have to leave?"
Bond looked at his Rolex and raised his eyebrows as she pressed her lithe thighs against his tightly creased trousers.
"Almost immediately." He returned her kiss and held her body by the waist and pulled her to him.
His right hand came up her left flank and petted her generous boob under the cotton shirt. As they continued to smooch, her fingers began to lightly stroke his back under his tuxedo and she drew his shirt from his waistband. With a big yank she tugged it out and caressed his flesh above the waist.
"What's this?" She whispered as she found a three inch piece of hard tissue.
"War wound." He said simply as he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders.
The pair of them took one step back and they removed their shirts together. She lowered her eyes to take in his barrel chest and developed biceps, he was strong but not overly muscular. The dark haired man was not all surprised that the temptress had not been wearing any panties, and he scrutinised her brown bush between her closed thighs.
Bond stepped forward and held her firm tits in his palms, nice and round, and perfectly symmetrical. Sylvia closed her eyes and surrendered her body to him as the man pressed his hands into her stiff nipples. Her mouth opened, her tongue darted out like a snake and they engaged in a French kiss. As they pushed together her right hand moved along his trouser leg, moving inwards towards his groin.
"My, my, what HAVE we here?"
Her fingers made out a long phallic shape on his left thigh and she rubbed it firmly feeling the heat of it through the thin material. 007 panted, aching for his throbbing cock to be released as he became very aroused. Returning the favour Bond slid his own hands along her slender waist, over her right hip, across the front of her mound and found the bulge of her pubis.
"Ooooh, yes!" She sighed at his touch.
Sylvia tossed her head back as her new lover parted her legs with his hand and pushed it on her pouting labia. With a soft moan her naked body thrilled to his touch and she rubbed back at him with a welcome response. As she rode on a probing digit Bond expertly undid his fly buttons with his free hand and his swollen erection sprang to attention from his groin.
Together in each others arms they hurried to the expensive leather couch and tumbled back onto it. Their arms entangled they kissed and mauled each other in the heat of passion. Bond managed to kick his trousers off over his feet as he fell onto his back, the wanton woman on top of him. "Oh James, you're gorgeous! I need you."
She was so hot, yet her body trembled as she humped the lower half of his body with hers. Panting wildly, aware of the short time they had, Miss Trench rubbed his thick, hard cock between her pussy lips and with a prolonged sigh sank down on him. He rubbed her boobs as her twat welcomed his rigid prick and they began to writhe and thrust at each other in earnest.
"Lovely cock, James." She uttered, eyes wide.
She squealed and gasped as she bounced up from the seat, thrilling to his long shaft as it plunged up inside her molten cunt. Her downward strokes began to fade as the powerful man beneath her pumped up and she jerked on him like a rag doll.
"Fuck me my darling, take me, take me."
He loved the feel of her tightness milking his stiff bone as they smacked against each other. Her hips whacked on his pelvis and her long legs clamped to his muscular thighs. Her heels dug into the back of the couch as they fought for some balance.
She gave a surprised yelp as he rose up and held her in an iron grip and reversed her onto her back. Her pinned hair became untidy as he tossed her onto her butt and sank his twitching cock into her creamy pussy. He dug his feet into the thick carpet and slammed his hips to and fro as he nailed her to the couch, her legs and arms flailed wildly.
"Yes, yes, yes," she intoned, her lips pursed in total ecstasy.
Bond needed to finish this, and soon. His prick throbbed and swelled inside her tightness. She twitched, he vibrated, she squirmed, he thrust, she came, he came.
The relief was indescribable as her climax engulfed her entire body. Bond held her still under his weight as he erupted inside her seething pussy, blast after blast of semen gushed out of his pulsing cock.
