Note- All rights to James Bond movies owned by EON Productions, and the novels by the estate of Ian Fleming. This is a parody made for fun only.
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For Angela Scoular, RIP.
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Northern France, 1969.
Just an hour earlier James Bond had met the most beautiful woman in his life, and now she was here in her hotel room, naked in the big double bed.
He had been gambling at the casino in Royal Les Eaux, Northern France while on leave from his role as a secret agent for Her Majesty's Secret Service. Designated 007, an elite and rare position in the service, the double O prefix meant he had a licence to kill.
Something he had done many times for Queen and Country.
Bond had dined and looked forward to an evening of cards and had dressed in a formal black tuxedo.
What happened next would be his introduction to the breath taking woman he would eventually marry.
Her name was La Comtesse Teresa di Vicenzo, daughter of Marc Draco, head of a powerful crime syndicate in Corsica. She had married, but not for love. Now widowed, her life had been aimless despite possessing a large amount of money.
She had appeared in the gambling room as if from nowhere and stood by Bond's table. Tall, at nearly five feet nine with long legs, she had a beautiful face with dark brown eyes and full lips and high cheekbones. Her chestnut hair was piled on top of her head and her long pale neck looked graceful and elegant.
A plain white dress in satin with gold braid barely concealed the generous cleavage under the draped low plunge neckline. She had gambled on the turn of a card and lost, but was unable to pay her debt at that moment. Bond had rescued her and paid from his significant winnings.
He left the table and had joined her at the bar.
"Who are you?" The woman looked into his dark eyes. "Why did you rescue me?"
"My name is Bond, James Bond, and, well, you looked like a damsel in distress."
She took a sip of her wine and stood up to abruptly to leave. The man had bailed her out of a significant debt.
"My name is Tracy. I owe you a debt, and you have earned your reward. My room is number 45. Come there soon."
The tall Englishman watched her mount the grand staircase with an enchanting step.
He finished his martini and cashed in his chips and followed momentarily.
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007 recalled his most recent mission in Japan. There he had taken advantage of some of the splendid women there, not to mention the fiery redhead Helga, number eleven of SPECTRE.
Domino had been a delight, but she carried too much emotional scars to settle down at this time in her life. Largo of SPECTRE had been responsible for the murder of her brother, and she had evened up the score by killing him.
Before that he had bedded Pussy Galore, and she had even lived with him in London for a while before returning to the USA. Never could shake off her lesbian slant. Others had meant nothing to him, even Honey Rider, fantastic lover but not suited for a long term relationship.
Truth be told, James Bond had only one loyal lady in his life, and that was Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II.
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Once he had found room 45 he turned the door handle and entered with caution.
The only light on in the room was a reading light that came from the bedroom. He walked in through the open door and peered in.
Tracy had let her hair down and it was spread out on the pillows. She laid on top of the sheet totally naked, her pale and slender limbs shimmered in the single light.
When he approached the bed she had raised up on her elbows, her breasts fell either side of her ribcage, the nipples erect.
"Take those clothes off and make love to me. You are strong and handsome, and I desire you more than anything else right now."
James Bond did everything to excess, he loved good food and drink, smoked one particular brand of cigarettes and more than anything slept with only the most attractive women. He loved sex and knew he could have most women he desired, he had the kind of body most women found irresistible. The exploration of a woman, the soft skin, the sweet scent, was what he enjoyed above all else.
He shed his tuxedo and stood at the foot of the bed. In the low light Tracy considered the man to be sinfully handsome with dark, almost penetrating eyes. His black hair was neatly cut with only one lock out of place. A small scar on his cheek gave him a sinister look that gave her a shiver of a thrill.
He appeared to be in his late thirties but fit, a sturdy build that was lean and athletic, muscular but not too excessive. His legs were strong and sinewy, and he had tight buttocks. His torso narrowed to a trim waist where Tracy stared at his long meaty cock, already erect and engorged, its mushroom top already turning purple, the foreskin having removed by itself.
Bond looked at her face, she appeared relaxed, one hand ran along her right thigh seductively. Her red lips were parted to reveal straight white teeth, and her scent hung heavily in the modest bedroom. She shifted her hips slightly and her ripe breasts swayed on her chest, the tips rosy and pointed and his cock twitched with the need to satisfy her.
Between her open thighs her soft, hair lined pussy was exposed. Tiny droplets of moisture could be observed on the downy hair.
Bond joined her on the big bed and the girl laid her head on his bare chest and fingered his fine chest hair. He watched her trace a line down his solid front slowly until she reached the massive tool that poked up on his belly. She cradled it loosely and felt its heat and thickness in her slim fingers, the glans felt as smooth as butter.
He nuzzled her hair and worked his lips along her neck and a little whimper came from her. She turned to face him and they kissed for the first time. Her mouth opened, hungry for his and they kissed long and deep. Just as Tracy rubbed his hard shaft, 007 found her mound at the top of her parted thighs and probed the softness.
She panted heavily in his mouth as he pressed his fingers against her tender flesh and teased the outer lips of her quim. Her stomach clenched and her legs quivered when the man moved down and placed his face to her sex.
Her lover was skilled with his tongue, lapping at her with precision and in an instant a flood of her fluids seeped from her very depths. She grabbed bunches of the sheets in her tiny fists and her toes curled as the sounds of his vigorous sucking sent her into a frenzy.
"James!" She managed to croak as he sank his middle finger inside the pink folds.
Together with his deep probing his tongue flicked at the hooded clitoris until he coaxed it from her and began to nibble on the erect nub. A delicious warmth settled in her stomach when his oral assault was coupled with his fingertips stroking her sensitive inner thighs.
