Note- Sean's fourth entry in the Bond movie franchise, and the first ever one I saw as a pup, aged seven. Disclaimer- Eon Productions own the rights to the James Bond movies, and the late Ian Fleming's estate his novels. I only wrote this for fun, no profit has been made.
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Dedicated to Mollie Peters, RIP. Honorary mentions for Claudine Auger and Luciana Paluzzi.
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Suffolk, England, 1965.
James Bond, 007, had a licence to kill and was considered to be the best agent in Her Majesty's Secret Service. The single man lived life to the full and enjoyed good food and wine, and especially his one big weakness, women.
Ordered by his chief, 'M' to attend a health farm to improve his physical condition, Bond had arrived at Shrublands. Situated in Suffolk, the clinic had many rooms, restaurant and spa. It was in fact an historic country house and was named after the first owner, Robert Shrubeland.
Just recently 007 had fought and killed Colonel Bouvar, a SPECTRE operative, but had suffered a heavy blow to his side that left bad bruising. Patricia Fearing, a young osteopath, had been tasked with the job of seeing to 007, and she knew when she first set eyes on him that her work was going to be cut out. He entered her steam room with a big grin.
He was six feet tall, at least, good looking despite having a scar down his right cheek. Well built and broad shouldered, he filled his tailored suit perfectly. Pat felt herself inhale sharply when his clear, but dark eyes gazed into hers.
"I hear you'll be taking care of me? Splendid, can we start right away?"
The girl with the blonde hair and blue eyes blushed and swept a length of her locks from the left side of her face. She was an athletic type with a voluptuous figure, hidden under a white smock, but which could not disguise the curvy breasts and hips.
"Take your clothes off please, everything except your underpants."
"I thought you'd never ask."
007 quickly stripped and Pat studied his body, he had several bodily scars but apart from a blue bruise was in general good shape and well muscled. When she came close enough Bond pulled her sharply to him and kissed her on the lips.
Pat escaped his clutches, and stepped back.
"Behave yourself, Mister Bond. Oh, I can see only one place to keep you quiet."
The blonde drew back a curtain and revealed a motorised traction table.
"What's this?" He asked.
"We call it the rack, it stretches the spine. Would you lay face down and I'll secure you."
Bond laid face down as she strapped him in and turned the machine on.
"I'll come back in fifteen minutes to check on you."
The motor was loud but the sensation was not too bad. He felt his muscles tense, then once he got used to the motion relaxed. It was then that he sensed someone in the room with him. The rack kicked up a gear and he felt like his body was being torn in half, right before he blacked out.
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"Mister Bond! What happened? Are you all right?"
Pat untied him after killing the machine and helped the dazed man to his feet.
007 didn't know who or why he had been attacked.
"You must have touched the speed switch by accident, it was lucky for you I came back when I did."
"Somebody's going to wish today had never happened." Bond swore.
Pat gulped and looked him squarely in the eye. Her high cheekbones and sorrowful pout appealed to the virile man.
"You wouldn't tell my boss would you? I'd lose my job."
"Well, I suppose my silence could be bought."
Bond dropped his pants and Pat looked open mouthed at his instant erection.
"Oh no, oh no."
She wagged a finger in his face as she was backed into the hissing, hot mist of the Turkish bath and her smock was wrenched down over her shoulders. Bond pressed his naked frame to hers and pinned her against the glass wall.
"Oh Mister Bond, you're positively wicked!" Cooed the woman.
She had the fullest and rounded breasts he had seen in a long time, and he bent his face to suck on her left boob. Pat threw her head back and pulled him to her in a tight grip, her breath stuck in her throat. Her nipples began to stiffen as 007 continued to lick the hard nub, then he dove to her other full boob and suckled on it greedily.
He took time out to cup each big tit and Pat revealed in his strong, yet delicate touch. The palms of his hands moved in exaggerated circles around both globes of flesh and made her breath in short gasps.
Already their naked bodies were glistening with sweat. Lost in her own world Pat writhed and squirmed in his arms, his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. Then he covered her fulsome lips with his and kissed her deeply, his tongue probing inside in search of hers.
As his pelvis pushed at her, his lengthy cock brushed hard on her milky white right thigh. Bond half carried, half dragged the curvy woman to a wooden bench and sat her down. Pat kicked her pumps off her feet and was quite naked as the amorous man pushed her toned legs apart to expose her golden bush.
"My gosh, you're fresh!"
Bond squatted in front of her and wiped the sweat from his brow, the steam almost too much to bear. He leaned in and began to tease her pussy with his pursed lips, then stuck the tip of his tongue inside her hot hole.
Pat gasped and held his damp head deeper between her thighs and raised her bare feet on his back. His tongue ran the whole length of her pussy, and then would delve inside before running down the slit once more. Bond savoured the sweet and salty taste of her sopping twat as he slithered inside her. She moaned and shuddered as she experienced a mini orgasm.
Satisfied Bond let the grateful blonde take hold of his eight inches of meat and watched her bend at the waist and suck on it. He leaned back as he was swallowed whole, one of her hands gripped the shaft at the base, the other massaged his big balls.
"Wonderful treatment, my dear Patricia, just what the Doctor ordered."
Pat smiled to herself as she slurped and licked his thick prick, tasted pretty good she thought. She doubled her efforts, sucking harder, moving faster. Her head lifted up slightly as she raised and lowered her mouth over the fat cock and made eye contact with the spy. He looked near to bursting and he half moaned, half growled.
