Note- I do not own the rights to James Bond, 007, neither the films or novels. This is a fan fiction for fun only.
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Bangkok, Thailand, 1975
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The old saying goes that everyone has a bullet with their name on it. British secret agent James Bond had a golden slug with his prefix 007 carved on the side that had just been delivered to the London HQ of MI6. All agents in the double O section were given a licence to kill, and the experienced spy had made countless enemies over the years.
Famed for using golden bullets was assassin for hire, Francisco Scaramanga, and he was presumed to be the most likely candidate. Head of British Intelligence, 'M,' decided to relieve 007 from all active duties until the threat had been resolved. Either with the death of the assassin, or 007.
Bond had learned, on a visit to Hong Kong to locate the manufacturer of the ammunition, that the close aide and mistress of Scaramanga, Andrea Anders, had been despatched to collect the latest consignment of golden bullets in person.
Following her to Thailand he was reunited with his old assistant Mary Goodnight, currently stationed on the island. Inexperienced in the field, she showed Bond an enthusiastic willingness to help out. In every sense. The green eyed blonde had unfulfilled desires on the tall, athletic man. She had admired him from afar ever since she had met him two years ago in London, he had a sexual magnetism that gave her a thrill every time he was near.
"James, it's wonderful to see you, I can't believe it's been two years."
Bond gave her a wry smile as he tasted the foul wine at their dinner table. The young secret agent had reserved him a decent hotel suite in the heart of Bangkok. Mary took a sip and gave a gulp of the disgusting drink.
"I approve." He said as he looked at the attractive girl opposite him.
"You do?" She said surprised.
"Not the wine, your dress. Tight in all the right places and not too many buttons."
The slim blonde felt her heart skip a beat as her eyes grew big, mesmerised by his brooding dark looks.
"Standard uniform, the buttons are down the back."
She gave her full lips a seductive pout.
"Well, until we get a lead on this Andrea we have some free time tonight. Not much to do I'm afraid."
He leaned forward and came very close to the wide eyed girl, her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils.
"I'm tempted, naturally, but I refuse to be just a ship in the night." She turned her head away in defiance.
Bond shrugged and the two spies finished their dinner in silence. Retiring to his hotel suite he removed his jacket and necktie and prepared for bed. A noise from behind him made him grab his pistol and he spun around to face the intruder.
"Goodnight, what a pleasant surprise."
He lowered his gun and looked at the alluring beauty who emerged from the bathroom in a sexy pink baby doll chemise in satin and lace. The hem just came to her crotch, the enhanced cups gave her 34B bosom a seductive cleavage at the V shaped neckline. In her bare feet she reached about five feet five inches.
"My hard to get act didn't last long, did it?"
She paused a moment then flung herself into his arms.
"Oh, James, I thought this would never happen." She gushed.
"What made you change your mind?"
Bond kissed her over and over again as they laid back on the bed.
"I'm weak." She cooed, loving the attention she was receiving.
Another sound alerted them that someone else was entering the room. In a trice Bond covered the startled Mary with the duvet as Andrea entered.
Elegantly dressed in a black halter maxi dress and stiletto heels, she was a dream come true. The figure hugging evening gown had an open back and a slit from the left hip that let Bond get a tantalising glimpse of her slender leg. The nature of the form fitting fabric flaunted her sexy curves tastefully.
As they sat beside each other on the bed she explained that she hated Scaramanga and needed 007 to kill him so she could be free of him.
"Yes, It was I who sent you the golden bullet, you're the only man in the world who could shoot him. I hate him, he's a filthy brute, I've dreamed of you setting me free."
She looked at him with smouldering eyes, her lips moist and pouting. Bond noted her devastating cheekbones, incredibly sensuous he thought. Her silky voice had a hint of the Scandinavian about it as he listened to her speak.
"I'd do anything to see him dead, just name your price. You can even have me if you like, I'm not unattractive."
He agreed and bent to kiss her hard on the mouth sending his tongue past her parted lips. Her nostrils flared as she quivered to his touch and pressed herself to him. Bond enjoyed the feel of her breasts against his chest, so warm and unyielding under the halter top. Their hands roamed over each other as they engaged in a lingering French kiss, his on her rump, hers around his neck.
"Unzip me darling." She said and turned from him to face the wall.
He obliged and drew the long zipper down to her lower back.
She rose and disappeared into the bathroom and Bond took the opportunity to bundle the protesting Mary into the closet. Andrea returned momentarily, totally naked.
"Charming, most charming." Said Bond approvingly.
The fabulous woman stood with her right hand on her hip. A tall five feet nine in her bare feet, she had a slim hourglass shape and incredibly long legs. Her soft curls tumbled about her creamy shoulders just above her perfect breasts, her deep blue eyes glittered in the low light of the bedroom suite. Between her upper thighs was a neatly trimmed thatch of dark brown pubic hair that ended in a small triangle over her plump labia.
He embraced the bewitching woman and they kissed some more, his fingers caressing her fine buttocks, both very firm and rounded. Then he bent and kissed her large boobs, one by one, crushing her curves to his athletic frame. Andrea purred with amorous delight, this man was so much tender than the bastard Scaramanga. She placed her hand on the back of his neck and held him tightly to her bosom.
007 kissed her left nipple long and meticulously, raking his teeth around the little nub teasingly. The woman moaned with approval as he moved to her right tit and repeated the treatment.
After a few moments the tall brunette pushed back from him and pulled his shirt tails from his waistband. Bond dropped his trousers and underwear and he was as naked as she. Her eyes locked on his dark and penetrating gaze, then lowered her view to scrutinise his well endowed erect cock.
He was rock hard naturally and Andrea gave her moist lips an extra lick as her left hand trailed along his inner thigh then gripped the thick shaft firmly. She slid her fist up and down as Bond fondled her stomach and abdomen. Their faces were barely an inch apart as they moved to the bed.
The English secret agent sat on the edge and planted both his bare feet on the lush carpet. He placed a hand on her mane of curls and pushed her to his rampant erection. Her warm breath felt extremely erotic as she put her mouth to his swollen crown.
She rested on her haunches as she popped the first two inches past her lips and sucked softly, her eyes closed in concentration. Bond looked on as he was taken in further by the rapidly moving head of the woman, her tongue gave his rigid prick flicks and swirls that showed her excellent sexual prowess. Not for anything did Scaramanga choose this woman to be his mistress.
Her mouth was warm and wet as his shaft touched the back of her throat. The tongue continued to bathe his bell end, slithering around this way and that. Bond clenched his fingers in her lustrous hair and pushed her down even further and managed to ram down as much as possible, so that her nose met his pubes. She was held there with a firm hold and she gagged several times before he let her up.
Andrea reared back and swiped her mouth with the back of her hand. For a second there she was reminded of the monster assassin who treated her like dirt, and recalled how he liked to sodomise her with his golden gun and ejaculate into her face and hair.
The leggy brunette sprawled languorously on her back, her mouth parted, her long lashes fluttering, and raised her arms.
"Love me, agent 007."
As Bond joined her she opened her thighs and offered her nest of pubes for him. His eyes met hers with a twinkle as his hand smoothed her stomach, moving ever slowly to her mound.
He put his mouth to her soft outer lips, moistened by her ardour, and lapped around in a clockwise motion. She shuddered and brought her feet up onto his back, her toes digging into his flesh. Through the downy hair the spy could see her clitoris already slightly enlarged.
His tongue glided along her slit up to the clit and gave quick strokes up and down. At the same time he slipped two fingers inside her wet gash and the combination of him pleasuring her brought heavy panting from the aroused woman.
"Give it to me, hurry." She croaked, her cunt on fire.
