Note- Eon Productions own the rights to the James Bond movies, and the Estate of Ian Fleming the 007 novels. This is fan fiction for other fans of a like mind.
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California, 1979
"My mother gave me a list of things not to do on a first date."
The sultry French looker stopped brushing her hair as she sat at her vanity and peered at the reflection of James Bond in the mirror.
The large room in the Chateau was quite elegant and stylish with original oil paintings and marble busts, just one of many in the grand building. Soft candle light lit the room and cast a warm glow on the woman's beautiful face.
"You may not need it, I came here for information."
Tall and dark haired, the man was dressed in a casual black shirt and black slacks. The girl continued to study his reflection. Tall and straight backed, he had a muscular frame and firm buttocks, and his jaw was square and determined.
Slightly crestfallen, Corinne stood up to face him and Bond got to see her in her night attire.
Her sexy ankle length satin negligee was of the smoothest satin with a high cut slit on the side. The translucent gown of pale gold hugged her curves, and the bodice had a job holding her breasts in.
"I need information."
James Bond, agent 007 of MI6, had been assigned the mission to investigate Drax Industries, chief manufacturer of the space shuttle. One such shuttle had been hijacked in mid-air whilst on loan to the United Kingdom, and now Bond was in California to meet the owner of the company. Hugo Drax the French billionaire, had relocated to California, even shipping his Chateau here, stone by stone.
His personal pilot and aide, French born Corinne Dufour had flown Bond to the estate by helicopter, and now he planned to pump her for information. He had waited until nightfall to make his move. "Why would I help you?" Asked the intrigued brunette.
"Why indeed."
He pressed against her warm body with his and kissed her on the bare shoulder. A thrill ran through and she blushed like a young girl. At first she resisted his advances, her hazel eyes ablaze.
"You presume a great deal, Mister Bond."
She looked deep into his rather hard eyes, his dark hair fell across the right side of his brow and he clenched his jaw. Her heart skipped a beat and the next thing she knew he had her in a firm embrace, his lips on hers. One of her breasts brushed his arm, and her left leg slid between his. Their mouths pressed together and she pushed her tongue deep into his mouth, searching the warm recesses.
Corinne smiled as they broke and she walked slowly to her large bed, her head turned to him as she went. Bond watched her perfect posterior which was superbly sculpted in the satin nightgown. There she sat and spread her right hand over the soft sheet in a sweeping motion.
007 joined her and enquired as to the other activities at the Chateau besides the Moonraker project. Once she had told him what she had learned in her time there she laid back on the bed, her face a picture of lascivious lust.
"What about that list of your mothers?" He wondered.
"I never learned to read."
Bond bent over her and kissed her on the mouth, her lips burned with desire. His tongue lashed inside her parted lips, his hand in her brushed head of hair. Corinne could feel the hard rod that seemed about to rip through the fly of his trousers. As they continued to neck, he drew the tiny straps of her nightgown down and exposed her pert breasts. He moved his face and sucked on the smooth, round swell of her right tit.
'Perfect breasts, my dear." He muttered in between sucks.
Her flesh was warm and sweet tasting as he moved his lips here and there. The French beauty offered no resistance and let his hands wander over her firm thighs and soft stomach as her gown was tugged off her perfume scented body. Bond quickly dropped his trousers and underwear and unbuttoned his shirt.
"Tonight is for just you and I, my darling. You are quite, quite beautiful."
Corinne purred with delight as she was gathered up in his strong arms and spread lengthwise along the king sized bed. This man was ruggedly handsome she thought, despite being English, and looking at his pronounced erection quite virile! On closer attention she noted how thick and stiff his cock was as it poked straight out from his body.
"Touch it."
She complied, her slim fingers examining every bump and vein on his hard shaft. The she reached the smooth tapered head and ran her fingertips round and round. As she bent her head, she blew a kiss shaped breath on the end and watched his reaction.
"That's it, my dear, suck it."
Corinne rolled her tongue around the head in circles, gradually wetting it for her to draw inside her mouth. She pushed down, her hand in his thick pubes, and her lips spread over his cock meat and it delved to the back of her mouth. Her tongue flattened on the underside of the stiff stalk as it wedged at her throat, and her nostrils flared as she inhaled with a little rasping noise.
"Wonderful, simply wonderful."
The French beauty began to move her head back and forth, using her one hand to twist around the fat shaft as she did so. Then she eased up and let him out so that just the taper of his crown remained between her lips. All the while she held him still, her tongue was working wonders inside her mouth, teasing, darting and flicking wickedly.
Then she pulled back all the way and studied her work, his cock had a slick finish, the tip a glob of spit that refused to drop. Her own desire to have him was too much now, she simply had to have his cock inside her.
"Love me, James."
Bond bumped her thighs with his lower body and pressed his groin to her wet hole. Corinne clung to him, her arms around his neck, her legs apart, hungry for his stiff rod. He mashed his solid chest to her ripe tits and she gave a long and drawn out moan as his throbbing manhood rubbed on her damp crotch.
She was so soft, he so hard that there was zero resistance as the Englishman's fat cock head pierced her pussy. The big weapon spread open her cunt and was fully embedded with one single lunge up of his hips. As his muscular frame continued to move forward, Bond pulled her well shaped legs up onto his shoulders and dipped her back.
"Oui, magnifique!" Groaned the French girl.
He pulled back, her pussy seemed to be dragged out with his cock, then he drove in again with an assured thrust up. With her pussy fully exposed for him he plunged in and out, her creamy quim rippling around his rigid pole. She was not surprised when he immediately began to quicken his rate of his strokes, his angle of entrance gave him a deep and stimulating penetration.
Corinne groaned with delight, she loved it. Her tits pressed hard into his hairy chest as she was thumped into the bed with the force of a rampant bull. His muscles tensed and flexed as his whole body was pinned against her writhing frame.
"Oui, Monsieur, fuck me, fuck me."
Her long nails dug into his neck as he hammered in faster, sweat blinding him as his brow dripped. Corinne tried to lunge back at him as her legs bounced around his shoulders. Bond rocked his hips to and fro and this motion helped to drill the exhilarated woman harder.
'Aaaahhh! OUI!"
Her loud scream almost hurt his ears as she buried her face in his right shoulder. Her pussy convulsed as the intense climax took hold, hot juices creamed over his turgid cock. Still he rammed in, his balls slapping at her upturned butt with lewd sounds, their bodies sliding on each others in the heat of their passion. His whole body was animated, his energetic thrusting ever more spirited as he too neared his end.
"Here I go" He announced with a potent lunge in her.
The rush of sperm spewed out of his cock and into her steaming pussy, filling her tender cunt with a torrent of frothing cum. A trickle of fluids from her bubbling pussy became a veritable river as he withdrew his twitching organ.
What a fuck, she thought, what a cock!
Bond fell atop her and her luscious tits crushed on him under his weight. He panted in her ear, as he recovered his composure. Corinne dropped her weak legs and became limp on the bed.
Then he got up and began to dress.
"You're leaving?" She asked as she sat up and fished on the bed for her nightgown.
"Afraid so, thank you for a delightful evening, we simply must do it again sometime."
The proud French girl narrowed her eyes and tossed a pillow at his retreating back as he left the room. Bastard Anglaise!
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Venice, later that week.
Having found important blueprints that led him to Italy, 007 had arrived in Venice to investigate. He had run into Doctor Holly Goodhead again, a NASA trained astronaut who he had first encountered at the Drax complex in California. Bond let himself into the boudoir of the American, much to her surprise. The hour was late and she was just about to turn in, after admiring the view of the remarkable city from her balcony of the Hotel Danieli. The secret agent had guessed the auburn haired young woman had been planted by the CIA to spy on Drax, and had come to her room to confront her.
He looked at her as she stood bare footed in her long mulberry nightgown. It seemed incredibly soft and chic, embracing her feminine figure nicely. Gathered in at the bust, the neckline sloped to show off her firm breasts.
"Very astute of you, James, how did you know the hotel I chose to stay in?"
He lifted his gaze from her bosom to her eyes.
"I like to keep abreast of things."
He raised an eyebrow and smiles.
"Could this possibly be the moment for us to pool our resources?" Said the American spy.
Without a word they collapsed onto the bed and embraced, eager to consummate their new alliance. As they writhed in each others arms, Bond slipped her gown from her upper body and glanced at her rounded smooth breasts. Holly gazed into his steely dark eyes and did not speak, she just arched her back and offered her tits to him.
His powerful hand cupped her left breast, fondling the flesh, admiring the firmness. She moaned as his thumb ran circles around the erect nipple, and closed her eyes, her head falling back to the pillow. Bond sucked on her point, lathering it with his tongue before placing nearly the whole orb in his mouth.
"Nice," she groaned simply, her right hand playing with his hair.
