Second in my fleshed out James Bond movie upgrades. This is a parody of the characters created by Ian Fleming and intended to amuse fans of those mentioned in my story. No profit has been made. Disclaimer- Eon Productions own the rights to the 007 movies, and the novels of Ian Fleming by his Estate. Dedicated to Mrs. 123z, love you.
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England, 1963.
On a secluded section of the River Thames Sylvia Trench was bundled up in the strong arms of James Bond. Engaged in a languid and passionate embrace they were spread out in a moored rowboat, ostensibly on a leisurely Sunday afternoon picnic.
It had been some time since their first tryst and they had some catching up to do. The last time the enchanting brunette had seen Bond was just prior to his catching a flight to Jamaica, a business engagement she was told.
That very early morning, after gambling late at the Le Cercle Casino, they had enjoyed a quick sex session, and it had been hot, wild and extremely erotic. Sylvia had thought about little else since, and her days had passed with utter tedium as she counted the days until his return.
When he had called her she had been thrilled and suggested they spend a whole day together as the last few days of Summer petered out. Bond knew of a spot on the Thames where they could relax undisturbed, and at once the enchanting woman began to prepare herself.
She wore a trendy polka dot bikini on the day, while he had a pair of pale blue trunks. As they were getting down and dirty in the long boat, the special telephone rang in his 1950 four door Bentley Convertible parked nearby.
"Hurry back darling, I'm starving."
Sylvia licked her lips as she watched the man move with the grace of a big cat.
"Bond here." He answered the phone curtly.
On the other end was the personal secretary of the head of British Secret Service, known only as 'M.'
"You're needed James, where are you?" Miss Moneypenny sounded cross.
"I've just been reviewing an old case."
Miss Trench sneaked up behind him and smiled.
"So, I'm an old case am I?"
"Quiet, it's the office. Yes, I'm on my way."
The receiver was wrenched from his hand as the sex starved woman spoke.
"He is NOT on his way."
"Hush! I'll be there in an hour." 007 grabbed the phone back from a fidgety Sylvia.
"Your old case sounds interesting James." Said Moneypenny with a wry grin.
The hot brunette groped and pawed at the mans hairy chest as he tried to fend her off.
"Better make that an hour and a half." Bond hung up and began to lower the soft roof of the car.
"Get inside you." He ordered and the grateful woman hopped into the rear of the car with a shriek.
With a flurry of arms and legs the lustful pair dispensed of their clothing and kissed and caressed each other like wild animals, the urgency out of necessity. Once fully nude the voluptuous woman climbed on the seated dark haired man and ran her lower body along his cock in order to make him stiff.
They kissed with open mouths as Bond gripped her by the waist and bounced her on his groin. Satisfied with his fully erect cock Sylvia went onto her haunches as he moved along the length of the back seat. The desperate woman swung herself around so they could settle into a 69 position.
"Eat me James." She said, confident he knew what she wanted.
Then she bowed and took his stiff prick and stuffed it into her mouth and moved her head to suck on it. Aware of each minute that passed Bond began to lick the furry bush above his face as he put his hands on both sides of her meaty ass.
"Yes, stick your tongue in honey."
Bond did so, swirling it around in a fast circle and quickly tasted her sweet secretion. Sylvia stopped bobbing her head to let out thankful moans and instead just rubbed his rock hard shaft in her left hand.
He drove his tongue in as deep as he could and inhaled through flared nostrils her musky scent. He slipped from her for a moment as he felt her warm, smooth palm embrace his stiffness, moving the skin of his cock up and down.
"Let me fuck you my darling."
Miss Trench moved up until she was in a position to ride his big pole. She lifted her ass up and lined her wet pussy up with his upstanding member and promptly dropped down onto it.
She gave a shrill yell as he penetrated her, the thickness of his generously sized knob parted her folds with the greatest of ease. Her eyes locked onto his face, his black hair that dropped over his right eye, his square jaw and two inch facial scar, and oh, those dark eyes that made her melt.
She bent to kiss him and her stomach quivered as she felt his strong hands take her by the hips and drag her to and fro on his aching cock.
"Oh James, oh my word!"
Sylvia did her best and held onto the back of the seat as she bucked on his erection faster, loving the amazing feeling of being totally filled with his hot meat.
Fucking the tall hunk in this position made her pussy simply leak all over his beautiful cock. He felt her cunt clamp around his tool and he shut his eyes in a desperate effort to hold off his climax for a little longer.
Their mutual thrusts were fast and erratic due to the confines of the car, which began to rock from side to side. He took a sneaky look at his Rolex watch and cursed the timing. Time to finish up.
007 rolled his lover over and yanked her curvaceous frame into a kneeling position. He spread her slim legs and pushed at her from behind.
"James you devil!" She cried as he pressed her down so that her hefty tits flattened on the leather upholstery.
Sylvia pushed her arms out as she felt his knob thrust up inside her wet slit. She gasped loudly as Bond grabbed her hips and gave her rough strokes of his rigid prick. He took a handful of her silky hair and tugged her head up with a wicked grin. The grateful woman grit her teeth, relishing being taken by a real man. All year she had dated wimps and losers and this man Bond was welcome to do to her whatever he so desired. Both their orgasms built as he fucked her at a feverish pace, his groin pounded against her buttocks making them wobble wildly.
"I love it, I love it, I love it." She whimpered over and over.
He gave her cheeks two loud smacks and then went into overdrive. The car rocked and rocked as they screwed their brains out until Sylvia came with a scream and convulsed on him. Then Bond exploded inside her sodden cunt and deposited his seed deep in her.
His pelvis still slapped at her butt as he gushed up her, then he fell on top of her breathing heavily.
"I hope one day we may get to spend more than just an hour in bed, is that possible?"
James Bond sat up and ran a hand through his hair.
"Never say never." He said as he looked around for his clothes.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Istanbul, Turkey.
Unknown to the British, the evil organisation known as SPECTRE sought revenge on 007 for the death of their agent Doctor No. A cipher clerk named Tatiana Romanova had been duped by them to be part of the scheme, thinking she was working for the Russian Secret Intelligence.
In London Bond had been informed by 'M' that this girl had fallen in love with him from a photograph she had seen of him, wanted to defect, and the lure of a Lektor cryptographic device was up as bait.
Obviously some sort of a trap, the procurement of the much needed device was too great and Bond was flown to Istanbul where the girl worked in the Soviet Consulate.
Head of Station 'T' Kerim Bey had greeted agent 007 on his arrival and briefed him of the current situation. That evening the pair of them drove out of the city to a gypsy camp on a separate mission that had nothing to do with the bait of the Lektor machine.
"I must visit the camp tonight, it is unavoidable, you may enjoy it."
Once they arrived after dark they were greeted by the elder of the tribe and seated on a long wooden bench. Dozens of the gypsies were scattered around under the strung up fairy lights, but Bond sensed something amiss.
"We have chosen a bad night my friend. Some family trouble. On no account interrupt these people."
The straight backed Englishman nodded as a loud crash was heard and two girls, spitting and fighting were brought forward by two large men.
"This is Vida and Zora, they both love the same man, but only one can be his bride. So, they will fight and whoever loses will be banished."
Bond looked the two women over, both black haired and sullen. Rags were in tatters about their lissom figures and both were bare footed. They appeared to be young and fit, their fine legs honed and taut.
An arm was raised as a signal for the fight to commence and the pair snarled and attacked each other, arms flailing, eyes glinting. Bond sat up straight as the hellcats thumped against each other and scratched and yelled. Before long, their attire was torn asunder and their glistening naked breasts were bared. Still they fought, stomachs and boobs heaving as they grappled. All the men looked on, excited and aroused.
Suddenly a loud bang sent everyone running as the camp was attacked. A rival tribe had taken the opportunity to strike. James Bond was at once alert and sprang into action.
