Hi, here's Carrie. Am I look good? Full secretary outfit! Every boss would take me without application, just by looking at me! I like myself looking like that. And this is Rob. Rob's dressed so damn good! Black suit in black body. Armani is a black man, I'm convinced.
Yeah, I know what you wanna say: Rob n' Carrie goes mainstream. Next thing will be the promise to never say "fuck" again. But to be true, we just played a little.
You know, he's working in the production section of an ad company, and he loves to describe his work as "the driest in a drunken company". No creativity, just that boring organizing stuff. The most creative thing he could do at his job is to make bitchy comments about how serious everybody in the creative section takes their work. Sorry, Georgia, he needs that. Anyway, as he wanted to take a somewhat more serious outfit for his however drunken employers, I made quite a lot jokes about him. You don't know how much fun it is to say "Don't forget to correct your tie!" in every dumb and helpless position possible. Before he kisses me. Before he spunks my ass, after hunting me through the room.
Well, until I saw him dressed. There are not many people I know looking good and unsophisticated in both, sweat and suit, but he does, definitely. I was a little surprised, that somebody in a suit can attract me that much, as I'm not that much into suit guys. I was so impressed, I decided myself to overdress me that overwhelming "serious", too. Just for fun and to surprise him. To be honest: I never knew that wearing such stuff could make me that horny. Not only in looking, but in feeling, too.
I remember, as I entered his holy work hall. How surprised he looked, then thinking of what most stupid to say in this situation.
"Oh, hello, Miss...." he wiggled with his hand. Like saying, it's my turn to continue.
"Moneypenny!" The game begun. "Did you forgot my name, James?"
Rob needed a few facial expressions to touch back.
"Oh....No, Miss Moneypenny...Sorry, I was just too strung out from saving the world last night." He fake-smiled wonderful over his whole face.
I was moving to his desk. Light wood, polished. "What a sexy desk!" This desk wanted to be touched by me. I sat on his business chair, stroking the desk, look at him, look at the desk, try to make neck contortions to get more comfortable into that secretary posture (didn't I looking good at it?), then I put something special on me: glasses! Not much bigger than my eyes.
"Wow!!" Rob's notorious big I-get-goose-bumps-eyes.
"You like them?"
"I could jizz on them!" Rob was near kissing me.
I tried to sit like an ordinary secretary.
"That's what I want to talk about, James. Your last mission was horrific done, turned into a car accident with about 54 cars involved, the whole inner city was closed for traffic, 2 restaurants and a flower shop full destroyed by your car, but most fatal," Miss Moneypennys eyes were bigger than her glasses, "you fucked the reverend's daughter!"
"Well, you know how it is, Miss Moneypenny!"
Rob had his role. The role of the asshole guy who made a mess, knows it, but have to convince his heart lady, everything is not as bad as it looks. Best to see on his nervous tie moves. Paired with greasy fake smiles.
"Sometimes you have to do decisions against your own belief. And that reverend's daughter thing was to keep my conspiracy. I was in real danger."
I punished him with a look full of sorrow and charge. Turning away to watch the desk.
"OK, there was this accident, a few things destroyed, but who cares? I saved the world!"
Rob played his role wonderful. But the bulge in his trousers and his urge relating to that was too obvious.
"By the way, Miss Moneypenny, can you please suck my dick?"
"Oh my god, James!" Miss Moneypenny was shocked. But then she smiled. "But...maybe..."
I tried to look serious again. Sitting on his weighty business chair, punish him with a bluntly analysis of his mess, stroking his magical desk, evaluate his pens. I began to have fun with the situation.
"If you only knew how hard it was to beg the prime minister to excusing it all..."
"Well, Miss...let's take a break from those missions! I want you for dinner with me."
"Like you always wanted, James. Since how many years?"
"Well...this time for real! I won't take any more missions before that dinner. Here, my phone is off! Let's go!"
"Oh James! Seriously?"
He took my hand. Miss Moneypenny stood up, looking adoring to James Motherfucking Bond, who kissed her hand. Finally, it will happen! The secretary soul with that glasses was walking on a cloud out of the room.
After a few steps in that big floor to his room he hold me back. Whispering to me.
"Carrie! I can't stick it out any longer!
"Me, too, but..."
"There's a bath where we can do it. But you have to be quiet."
"Rob! I can't be quiet at such things!"
"Bite in my hand!"
"You mean your don't-fucking-bite-me-hand?"
"Right that one!"
We went in that bath, closed it. The room was white tiled, lighten in warm bulb light. Rob and me was taking off all our clothes, as we don't want any single drop of sweat on it, saving this for the final, the big fuck. Rob was more than black. I never watched his black skin so intense, so shining.
While we heard somebody moving out there on the floor, he was hugging me. No foreplay, we came instantly to main action. His cock was moving slow, no sound as he puts it in me. His hand on my mouth, keeping every sound in. I'm nailed on the white tiles, feeling Rob's muscles full tensed. He doesn't move. Waiting. He knows me, he feels me. I'm feeling more than naked. I feel like I'm here on a slaughtering block. I bite his hand, as his cock finally moves in me. I never felt his cock that naked. For the records: this was a damn horny fuck! It was a 10 minutes thing, but with the intense of 2 hours. He managed to give me the quietest orgasm ever. He comes, too, but very low, like he feels ashamed of.
The pressure is gone. He kissed me. We can go dinner.
"Is this the way Sean Connery looks?" Rob tried to pair dogs eyes with a smile he thought of looking charmed. It looked cramped.
"No, this is Roger Moore." I know it wasn't, but Rob don't like him.
Rob's face became angry-wondering.
"This is Roger Moore, too."
Rob took the whole arsenal of his facial expressions, but, let's face, he isn't Sean Connery, he isn't even Pierce Brosnan, and at least, it's better for him.
"Rob! You are the Black 007! Do you know what that means?"
"Yes, it means, I can drive as fast as I want, can jog other cars from the street, can make a helluva mess at primetime in the city and no policeman can mess with me and no woman in this city can resist me!" He looked triumphantly, making smoker moves. Blinking at me, "Isnt it?"
"Yes, and it means, you're an asshole, totally convinced about yourself and with total contempt about everyone who's not you. So please act a little like that."
Rob was leaning back, having the most arrogant face I ever watched, really. But then, he smiles, and the whole United States forgive him of being such a stress.
"Like that?"
"Yes!" I was happy."And now, make Miss Moneypenny some corny compliments."
Rob leaned to me, holding my hand.
"Well, Miss Moneypenny," he tried to look charming arrogant, "I have to admit, there is some kind of inner beauty in you, whenever we speak together."
"Oh James! I'm convinced, you've said that to so many ladies, but its so nice to hear this."
"Well, Miss, there is a difference to those ladies, comparing to you. I never knew if I'm right on them, they could be my biggest enemies. But I was never in doubt of your righteousness, your purity, about your feelings."
"Oh James!" Miss Moneypenny was blown away.
"By the way, Miss Moneypenny, where will we do it?"
"It?"
"Yeah, you know: IT!" Rob wiggled with his pelvis, giving me a blinked eye. "Maybe we could do it home at you. Or at me. Or in my car. Wherever you like."
Miss Moneypenny became a bit scary. So closed to do it.
