Note- More scenes that were left on the cutting room floor. Eon Productions and the Ian Fleming Estate own the rights to James Bond. 007. This is a fun only fiction for fans only, no profit has been made.
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Tokyo, Japan, September 1967.
"Bondo-san, now you will take your first civilised bath. Place yourself entirely in their hands. Rule one, never do anything for yourself. Rule two, in Japan, men always come first, women second."
James Bond was quite amused, he was beginning to like Japan very much, it suited his tastes. Beautiful dark haired women, plenty of Sake to drink, and congenial hospitality from his host.
It was his first ever visit to the land of the rising sun, and now he wondered why it had taken so long to get here.
Despatched to Tokyo by his superior 'M,' head of British Secret Service, secret agent 007 had been welcomed and entertained by Tiger Tanaka. The seasoned head of the Japan Service had informed him of the critical situation.
An American spacecraft had been hijacked in orbit by unknown enemies, and had been directed to land in the Sea of Japan.
Once he had arrived, Bond had teamed up with top Japanese agent, Akiko Wakabayashi, a pretty black haired girl with almond shape eyes, and he had been instantly attracted.
They had been quick to obtain documents that pointed suspicion at a very large cargo ship named 'Ning Po' which was at this moment anchored in Tokyo Harbour. Bond planned on investigating first thing next morning.
Meanwhile his genial host had invited him to his grand abode on a rolling hill just outside the city.
Tiger informed Bond of the Japanese bathing ritual. The Geisha would fill the big wooden tub and scent the warm water with various seaweed from the sea. Seated on a bamboo stool in the tub, the male would be soaped and rinsed, finally receiving a massage to relieve any remaining tension or pain in the muscles.
Tiger and Bond stripped off all their clothing and waited by the two pine bathtubs. The Japanese clapped his hands twice hard and the Geisha entered the bathroom.
All four women in floral kimonos walked in with a suggestive gait, swaying hips and almost on tiptoe. Extremely graceful, polite and well mannered they all bowed at the waist. Then they shrugged off their attire and stood naked before the two men.
They seemed identical, long black hair down to their waist, light, smooth and clear skin, and high bridged noses. Their posture was good, buttocks tucked under, stomach in and back straight. Each had pointed boobs which had puffy tips like brownish cups. Thick black pubic hair nestled between their upper thighs and hid their vaginas.
As James Bond sat in his tub he was splashed with the warm water by two of the women. In an instant his chest and shoulders were covered in soapy lather. Their roaming hands spread the bubbling lather all over his back and down to his lower body.
As the pair of spies were pampered and cleansed, Tiger grinned at the bemused face of 007, who wondered why the women all giggled.
"They are fascinated by the hair on your chest, Japanese men have beautiful bare skin."
Bond looked over his shoulder at the other tub, his host had a very good handle on the English language.
"Japanese proverb say, 'bird never make nest in bare tree.'"
The next thing surprised the English agent as the second pair of women joined him in the big tub and pressed their soft bodies to his. One mashed her massive tits against his muscled chest and stomach as they knelt on their knees. The other was behind him and he felt the two soft pillows of her boobs on his back, two hands snaked around his midriff.
The pair of women worked their way around his body, slowly finding their way down to his stiffening cock. The smaller of the women pressed her tits to his left side and slowly wanked his slippery erection in her small hand. The other behind him grabbed his tight butt and soaped his crack.
"Enjoying yourself Bondo-san?" Chuckled Tiger as he rose from his tub. "Time for my massage. And don't forget rule one."
The tallest woman bent to kiss 007 and their tongues flicked at each others. Now four pairs of hands ran over his body, clearing away the lather and pouring water on him. He was made to stand and he was dried with several towels before being led to a traditional futon bed.
Bond sat on the edge of the bed, his eight inch prick bobbed back and forth from his groin. He was flanked by two of the giggling women, the one on his right captured his rock hard cock and fed it into her gaping mouth. The one on his left held his face in one hand and gave him a long hard kiss with fulsome lips.
His blowjob was sublime, a slithering tongue action on his swollen crown made him tense his body and he groaned in the mouth of the girl kissing him.
Then he was eased full stretch onto his back and another girl sat on his stomach and slid her butt to and fro along his chest. Down below he could feel two of the Japanese beauties sharing his pecker. One would stroke his veiny shaft while the other sucked on his knob, then they would switch and repeat their actions.
The woman on his chest rode up so that her pussy mound was dead level with his face. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth he bent up and stuck his tongue into the lush offering.
She dropped down firmly so that his nose ground into her pubes, his tongue became trapped in her damp cunt. Bond brought both hands to her pert ass and twirled around inside the hot box as the woman squirmed on his face. He could feel her shiver as he expertly licked and sucked the woman, little squeals escaping her lips.
Then he felt cool air on his face as she lifted off only to be replaced by another. This time he felt the reverse, and pussy and tight ass was plopped straight onto his lips. Bond took a quick breath as his mouth was covered by a damp quim. He managed to catch the woman's clitoris between his puckered lips and he sucked on the erect nub.
The woman on his face rocked her hips and bent her body forward so that she could join in with the other two who remained glued to his throbbing manhood. Now he had three woman stroking, licking, sucking and gobbling on his thick cock.
One long tongue slid around and around the purple head, occasionally scraping it with hard little teeth. One licked up the underside of the sensitive shaft with languid movements. Another licked his big balls and the tiny strip of flesh close to his anus, which made his legs tremble.
The woman on his face finally lifted her ass up and settled by his side, and they both watched as a head bobbed on his entire erection until he was devoured totally. One final thrust down was too much for the aroused spy.
With a throaty cry he erupted and shot wave after wave of thick hot semen into the air. For several seconds he twitched and the women applauded and laughed as his hose finally wilted and dribbled onto his left upper thigh.
Tiger Tanaka returned fresh and clean and nodded with approval at the scene. He clapped his hands twice and the naked women stood in line.
"Now for your massage, which girl do you choose?" Asked the Japanese head of the Secret Service.
"I'll settle for this old lady here."
007 looked at the young girl who had just sat on his mouth, her long hair hid the left side of her face.
Everyone left and the nude Bond was invited to lay on his stomach on a massage table. Strong female hands worked on him as he lay face down, first his neck and shoulders, then lower down his spine to his butt.
Unseen by him the girl he had chosen was replaced by secret agent Akiko who gestured to the Geisha for silence. As she commenced the massage her hands kneaded his inner thighs, gradually moving inwards to his balls.
Bond froze and grew hard and turned his body over so that his hardened cock pointed up on his belly.
Aki stood beside the table and gave him a broad smile.
