Moneypenny of the Secret Service Ch. 05

Note- I do not make any claims to the characters by the names of James Bond and Miss Moneypenny. This is just a fun spoof. Featuring Naomie Harris as Moneypenny. Lashana Lynch as Nomi, and Monica Bellucci as Lucia Sciarra.

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Miss Moneypenny in 'Pussyraker.' Part One.

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"You must be joking!"

"I never joke about our work, OO7. You're looking at, or rather the remains of, the world's first invisible motor car. The Aston Martin Vanquish. Or Vanish, according to James Bond who wrecked the bloody thing. The man had little respect for the vehicles and gadgetry provided by Q Branch. They were invariably destroyed in one way or another. Quite unprofessional if you ask me."

Nomi looked at the bespectacled and tousle haired Q and shrugged. She ran a hand across the body of the car and marveled at the workmanship. Q flicked a switch on the remote control in his left hand and the car shimmered and simply vanished from sight.

"That is amazing."

"The result of superb British engineering. Adaptive camouflage. It has tiny cameras on all sides that project the image they see onto a light emitting polymer skin on the opposite side. To the common observer it appears to be invisible."

"I would never believe it if I didn't see that with my own eyes."

"Quite. And now, we've extended the technology to one of the RAF's finest fighter jets. The F-35 Lightning. One of the most lethal and survivable jets in the world today. It already has stealth abilities, but if it uses our sophisticated cloaking device, it will possess the unique potential to completely evade enemy detection and enter contested airspace."

"An invisible airplane. Wonders never cease."

"Exactly. The F-35 is a multi role machine, capable of air to surface warfare, intelligence gathering and air to air missions simultaneously. It has short take off and vertical landing capability which allows it to operate from aircraft carriers wherever and whenever needed."

"Is that even plausible?"

"It is, and it is done. We have a prototype prepared for secret testing in a week. It's location is top secret of course. The testing site, and even the very existence of the aircraft, must remain undetected and assured. And that is where you come in, OO7."

"Oh? I'm to be a babysitter to a bloody plane!"

"It's imperative the testing is safeguarded from any rivals or antagonists. M has it on reliable authority that the testing date and site is already known by, the competition."

"The Russians?"

"Seems so. We need you to fly to Malta tonight."

"Malta? That's where the airplane is?"

Well, on the Island of Gozo, actually. It's rather nice there I've been told. The wife went there with her sister once. Nice folk."

"Bloody Malta. And what is this operation called?"

"Operation Black Vulture. That's the code-name of the plane. And good luck."

x

Three days later.

Miss Moneypenny looked ravishing in her chosen evening dress of a floor length scarlet gown that had a enticing slit up the left leg to upper thigh level. The figure flattering dress had a delightful off the shoulder beaded lace bodice and a tight, curving chiffon skirt. Her hair was loose and flared out at the base of her bare neck. Her athletic figure was lean yet womanly. Toned yet also soft.

"This way, madam." Said a member of staff.

The classy Giannini Restaurant was an excellent choice for dinner, seeing that it was situated in the Malta Capital of Valetta. It boasted good service and nearly every table had a panoramic view of the City.

"Thank you."

Eve took one last look at herself in a hall mirror and entered the restaurant, her black heels clattering on the hard floor. She was led to a table where Max Leiter was already seated. Her scarlet lips widened into a satisfied grin as his eyes widened at how her gown hugged her curves and left little imagination about his intentions later.

"I feel a little overdressed."

"Something I shall rectify after dinner."

Eve raised her left brow and drank from a glass of water. Leiter had also gone out of his way to impress and looked splendid in a dark suit and red tie. Even beneath his buttoned white shirt his body appeared lean and muscular. She met his gaze and parted her lips, recognising the burning desire for her in his eyes and voice.

"I ordered a bottle of the South African Sauvignon Blanc. I think you'll like it."

Eve smiled and sat back to take in the elegant ambience of the family run diner. Something she hadn't expected in Malta.

"You left pretty sharpish after we made love in Tanzania."

"I thought I made it clear that it was just a one off as a thank you. I did enjoy our encounter, but that's all."

"Really? I've thought about you every day since."

The British secret agent blushed and felt a dull ache between her legs as she too recalled that one time. The son of CIA agent, Felix Leiter, Max had followed in his father's footsteps and had become just as successful covert operative as he had been. On a recent solo mission in Africa, Leiter had saved her from the hands of the Russian Mafia, and they had consummated their friendship in bed straight after. It was to her great surprise that he had turned up in Malta at the precise time the Black Vulture was to be tested. The exact time no less, that M had suggested that she fly out to support OO7.

"Would you care to order?" Asked a waiter.

"Sure. I'll have the Aberdeen Black Angus beef fillet. Eve?"

"It all looks good. Maybe the local line caught Sea Bass?"

"Superb choice, madam."

"Miss. So," she continued once they had ordered. "What brings you to Malta?"

"I might well ask you the same question."

Eve drank some wine as she recalled the previous day when Leiter had surprised her at the Malta International Airport. Totally flummoxed, she made a sad excuse and promised him she would dine with him the next evening. "This looks divine." Said she when their meals were served. "Truth is, I'm taking a week off to relax after the Tanzania mission. My parents brought me here for my first trip abroad when I was little, so I thought I'd revisit. How about you?"

Eve took a bite of fish and studied his face.

"Same here. My grandfather was here back in '42. He fought the Germans with the USAF. Thought I'd pay respect and check out the place."

"Some coincidence."

"Yeah. First Africa, and now here. Say, you have to go see the Popeye Village. It's cute."

The waiter took away their plates and the a brief lull fell across the table. Eve had to admit she felt relaxed and comfortable in the company of the suave American.

"How about dessert?" She said breaking the silence.

"Nah. How about I take you back to my room, strip your dress off and fuck your brains out?"

Who am I kidding, she told herself. Here I am wearing a scarlet dress with a slit up the side. A bit like waving a red flag at a bull. Not very subtle. Truthfully, there was nothing more she wanted right now but to jump his bones.

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go."

x

"Nice view."

Eve looked out of the hotel window at the view of Valetta as the sun dipped and the lights of the city became more prevalent. The Hotel Juliani overlooked Spinola Bay and she could see all sorts of different coloured boats bobbing on the water below. Max looked at her as she sat in one of the plump armchairs and crossed her long left leg. The dress parted and fell away to reveal Eve had on a pair of glossy lace hold ups with a thick black band that lured the eye to the top of her slender pin.

"I agree about the view. Champagne?"

"That would be nice."

She stared at the tall, ripped man as he pushed the door shut behind him and walked over to a table. There, already prepared, was an ice bucket with a bottle of Veuve Clicquot yellow label Brut sticking out at an angle. Max passed Eve her fluted and moved behind her chair, unbuttoning his jacket slowly.

"Thanks."

Eve took a sip of bubbly and let the ice cold drink trickle down her throat. She sighed as his ran his fingers gently through her fine curls. He used the back of his left hand to caress her soft neck and Eve shuddered to the thrill of his touch. He bent at the waist and nibbled on her left ear to her pure delight and her long lashes fluttered rapidly. His hands kept on sliding down her scoop neckline, lowering the top of her dress in a subtle motion that left Eve uncovered from the waist up. She bit her lower lip as his right hand squeezed and cupped her exposed breasts, while his left caressed and stroked her long neck.

"I want you so bad, it hurts."

Eve's nipples stood out hard and proud as Max teased them to erection. She squirmed on her chair and crossed and uncrossed her legs as her ardour grew. He kneaded them both, pushing the medium sized tits together, and then pulling them apart. She gasped as suddenly he released her tits and shoulders and roughly parted her legs. He quickly lifted the hem of her gown up and over her loins to stomach level. As she pointed the toes of her heels into the carpet, Max ran his palms along the inside of her thighs from knees on up. He nipped and bit on her left nipple as his fingertips stroked the sensitive flesh so very close to her red seamless lace panties.

"Kiss me."

The moment he eventually cupped her overheated pussy mound they kissed hard, with searching tongues and open mouths. Eve gasped for air as her nails raked the front of his crisp shirt. She moaned into his full lips as he used his middle digit to probe her ever moistening muff. Her bottom lifted up from the chair and her legs opened and closed as he moved her panties slightly aside so as he could make contact with her trimmed snatch.

"Ooo!"

While he frigged her gently, he used his free hand to glide his zipper down to give him some relief from his stiffening cock. There was no mistaking his burgeoning erection pressing through his pants and Eve fished his ebony rod from the confines and gripped the magnificent organ at the root. It felt incredibly hard and hot to the touch, and she gave it a squeeze, digging her nails in. She looked into his dark eyes for a lingering moment and then pursed her lips and kissed the bloated tip of his midnight black knob.

"Moneypenny!"

Max groaned and put his hand on the back of her head as she sucked in his bell end and kept it firmly between tightly closed lips. Eve hummed on the fat top and let her spit run out and down his vertically aimed shaft. She parted her luscious lips and flattened her pink tongue to paint the underside of his shaft from base to tip. Then she took his sloppy cock head back in her mouth and moved her head back and forth as she sucked on half of his generous length. She made exaggerated glugging noises as she plunged down his hot length further. Her teeth scraped every fibre of his rigid pole and for a split second he thought he might actually ejaculate down her throat.

"Like that?"

"Uh, huh."

Max felt his knees begin to buckle as Eve tilted her head back so that his cock was able to slide down her throat. As she let him out her tongue licked his shaft from the root to tip. She groaned, gagged, and then let him back in her drooling mouth and down her throat again.

"I've missed this."

Max helped Eve to her feet and turned her away from him. As she faced away from him he unzipped her dress and together they dragged it all the way down to her heels. Her skimpy panties quickly followed until Eve teetered on her four inch heels, her willowy legs still encased in her black stockings. From behind Max went to his knees and followed the sheer nylon to where it ended at beautiful mocha coloured skin which curved up to rounded buttocks. He spread her firm cheeks out to view her sopping pussy between her parted crack.

"Oh, god!"

Eve shivered as he used two fingers to slide down the same parting to swipe along her aching slit. She teetered on her heels as Max delved inside the folds of her pussy, teasing, stroking, and probing her tingling quim. He inhaled her feminine aroma and his cock nodded desperately. His tongue darted out and easily parted her outer labia. He tasted her tacky wetness and lapped up and down deftly.

"Mmm!"

Max thrust his tongue full length within her and Eve shuddered as his thin moustache nuzzled her inner thighs. The secret agent spread her legs wider to allow him unfettered access to her aching cunt. Eve then turned her head back as she was left unattended all of a sudden. Max had picked up Eve's dress and then removed his own shirt and trousers and was now standing in the buff looking quite handsome. And quite erect. Eve held onto the back of the armchair and dug her heels. her back arched and two dimples emerged just above her bottom. Max lined up his cock to her wet slit.

"Fuck me."

He slid in, one inch at a time, and as he eased himself in, Eve welcomed the fit man's thighs and groin meet her quivering backside. His sizeable dick filled her as he kept on pushing in until he was embedded in her to the hilt. He kissed her where her neck met her shoulder as he withdrew all the way, his hard cock glistening in the lights of the expensive room, and gazed at her cunt which remained agape from his initial penetration. He mounted her again and he marveled at how her pussy had become so slippery and hot. He forced his hips back and forth as he shifted his weight, and began to pump in and out with audible grunts. Eve loved the sensation of his log gliding in and out and started to push back as she held onto the back of the chair tightly. With his incredible eight inches of black cock, Max was able to fuck Eve with long strokes that slid back into her balls deep, increasing her wetness considerably. Each stroke pushed her forward and the more she moaned, the more he raised the tempo.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! Ride you. W...want to...ride you."

Max sat down in the same chair, and Eve took a moment to admire his fully naked state and ram rod straight erection that almost came up to his navel. She sucked in a lung full of air and straddled his desirable thighs. He reached up and held her firm buttocks as she sank down and rested herself on his loins. The tip of his dick nudged her soaked opening and she wiggled to and fro until he popped up inside.

"Oh!"

She clutched his broad shoulders as he thrust up at the same time she dropped, and he was in up to the balls. A massive warm sensation ran through Eve's stomach and thighs as she impaled herself on his full length. She lifted and lowered at her own pace as she drank him in with lustful eyes. Before long, Eve's gyrations came faster as she squeezed his huge dick with her cunt muscles and sublime tremors of pleasure spiraled through her body at a fair rate. She fell across his solid wall of a chest and peppered his dark face with light kisses as she remained impaled on his ebony log.

"Oops!"

As Eve moved faster his knob slipped out at the end of a particularly high stroke. She found her rhythm again once he was back inside her as she rocked her hips on top of his dark bulk. Arching her back she hammered down hard and his ball sack bounced off her pert ass. Both of them were dripping with sweat as Eve slowed up and laid full length on top of Max.

"I love this cock."

"It, loves you too."

Max heaved up, taking Eve with him, and he pinned her to the back of the armchair, cupped her butt, and lifted her at the perfect angle of entrance. She reacted in kind as he entered her halfway and paused. He stabbed at her twice, driving in deep, and then pulled out with a soft pop. Her left leg snaked up and her spike heel dug into his backside as he sank inside her.

"Damn, you're tight."

He fucked her hard now and the welcome friction of him inside her drove her into a frenzy. His dick didn't just move in and out, his whole body moved against her half upside down frame. Her arms went up and she used her hands above her head to remain steady from his hammer thrusts.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"

Eve wailed from her orgasm and her body shook and flushed. Max continued to fuck her, both of them rocking the chair under their combined weight. Then he groaned and snorted through flared nostrils, as he pulled his slick rod back and unleashed a torrent of cum up her belly to her jiggling tits. A white ribbon of sperm dappled her light brown flesh and ran down her right hip.

"Fuck, that was good!"

Eve saw Max's stiff begin to soften and hang like a black snake between his corded thighs. They both stirred and Eve hit the bathroom. When she returned they cradled each other in the afterglow of their shared passion.

"What are you thinking?"

Eve sat up and sipped more wine from the glass handed to her by Max.

"Oh. I was just remembering the last time we made love and I asked you a question."

"What question?"

"If you ever heard of Black Vulture."

She put the glass down as she felt an instant dizziness.

"I...never heard of...of..."

"I think that you do, OO5."

Eve panted and the room spun as her eyes lost focus.

"You...drugged...drink. Why?"

Max held her naked body as she grew ever more limp.

"You lied. I knew it. America never did...fight...fight...in Malta in 1942."

As she lost consciousness, Max let her flake out on the bed.

"Clever girl. But not that clever. Pity."

x

A week earlier. SPECTRE HQ, location unknown.

In a large room with a long table, the figure dressed in a flowing black dress and wearing a black shroud, entered and sat in the chair at one end. Above her head was a large portrayal of a sinister looking octopus. Five nervous faces looked in her direction. She looked at each of them in turn and finally spoke.

"Gentlemen. Thank you for coming on such short notice. Especially you, number 37. How are things in Libya?"

"Better. Getting better, number One. The removal of Colonel Gaddafi did pose problems, but yes. Getting better."

"Glad to hear it. Now, for a moment I feared we might have a problem. But I can report that we have it under control."

"What problem, number One?"

"I am most displeased. One of us here has deigned to double cross our newly resurrected organisation. One who presently sits here among us this very minute. I fail to see why this particular person has decided to go into business with another operation when I have been so generous with everyone."

"Obviously he has found new allies."

"Apparently."

Lucia Sciarra removed her dark headdress to reveal her stunningly attractive face. She fanned her long brown hair over her left shoulder and then placed both hands on the table, palms down.

"Since the incarceration of the previous number One, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, and the untimely death of my husband Marco, a high ranking member of this organisation, it has been my solemn vow to resurrect SPECTRE."

When she spoke, it was in the lilting accent of Italian.

"It has been a long time coming, but we are steadily gaining fruition on our selective ventures. Which is why it is imperative that we stay loyal. What do you think." She turned directly to her immediate left. "Number 22?"

"I have no opinion." He mumbled as he wiped the prickle of sweat from his brow.

"Oh, I think you have an opinion very much. How was Moscow, by the way? A bit chilly?"

The man balked and visibly shrank in his seat.

"No. No, I wouldn't cross you, believe me, number One. You must believe me."

"Why?"

From behind a black drape Max Leiter appeared in silence and stopped behind number 22. He wrapped his left arm around the stunned mans neck and carefully inserted an ice pick into the base of his cranium. As he withdrew the deadly spike the newly formed puncture wound did not bleed. 22 slumped forwards as he bled to death internally.

"Let this be an example, gentlemen. NO ONE crosses me! Understood?"

The four remaining members nodded urgently as 22 was dragged from his chair to be disposed of.