Moneypenny of the Secret Service Ch. 07

Note- I do not own the rights to the James Bond movies or novels. This was written for fun purposes only and no monetary gain. Warning contains scenes of bdsm. Featuring Naomie Harris as Moneypenny, and Lashana Lynch as Nomi.

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Miss Moneypenny in The Man with the Golden Rod, part one.

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Rome.

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Lucia Sciarra undid the braid holding her lustrous chestnut hair up and let it tumble down her back. She left the steam and heat of her marble floored bathroom and padded naked into the adjoining bedroom. She always felt exhilarated after a hot soak in the tub, and she felt relaxed and stress free. Despite being in her middle years, the Italian female has still kept her good looks. Her breasts, despite being full and heavy, showed no sign of sagging, and her bottom sat high on her backside. Her waist was narrow above flared hips, and was the envy of most women she knew. Her skin was soft and smooth and had a pleasant olive complexion. And the more she grew older, the more uninhibited and alive she felt.

"I'm ready."

Two heads turned her way in response and each male looked into her deep brown eyes which flitted from one to the other. Both were fine specimens of masculinity, and both were very naked. The one on the left was a bull of a man with coal black skin and a shaven head. His entire left arm was completely covered in an array of tattoos. His club of a dick began to stiffen as he leered at her supple body. And as his dick stood to attention, Lucia admired the stunt cock's impressive girth and length. The other was more curious, tall and handsome and no less of a stallion than the other.

"Hah! So it is true." Lucia's mouth parted in a smile as she went to the circular bed and flopped into the middle of the purple sheets.

Her remark was a comment on the imposing six foot four man's unique and superfluous body embellishment. A third nipple just below the left side of his chest. Apparently an anatomical abnormality that was prevalent in the family genes. His lean body was tanned and rugged and his dark eyes had a certain coldness and intensity as he stared ahead. As he drank in the woman's curves his circumcised cock also sparked into life and Lucia was in no way disappointed in his stiff organ that stuck out of the tall man's hairless groin.

"You may approach."

"Oui, Madam." Answered the darker of the two in an accent.

With some hesitation, both men inched toward the large bed and laid down on either side of the sultry brunette. Lucia squirmed on her back as she felt an initial tingle of lust in her loins. She rubbed each of their swollen members, tugging on each with an increasing ardour. The widowed Italian beauty had seen her hunger for sex increase tenfold since her assassin husband, Marco, had been killed by British agent James Bond. And since her rapid rise to become the new number One of the international criminal organisation known as SPECTRE, so her options of male partners rose. As she felt the heat from their erections her legs quivered in excitement.

"Don't dilly dally. Touch me."

On her left, the black man called Pascal, from what was once French Sudan, fondled her boobs, plucking the hardening nipples as they responded. She sighed as his big hands moved along the undersides of each globe before he cupped them and used his white teeth to rake the erect nubs. The one on her right, the suave Cuban known as Rolando Scaramanga, reached directly between her splayed thighs and stroked her moist pussy. He stared into her eyes as he wetted his fingers with her slickness and used his middle digit to probe her soft folds.

"That's better."

She turned her face to Pascal who offered up his cock for her to suck on. Her scarlet lips were barely able to smother the fat purple plum of a glans and she had to make do with slathering the flared bell end with her flicking tongue. Scaramanga had buried his face in her muff and used his flattened tongue to swipe up in achingly slow motions that had her moaning on Pascal's cock head. Her juices emerged in a viscous trickle that would have puddled under bottom had not the Cuban lapped up all the drips. The more he ate her out, the more she squeezed Pascal's ebony shaft.

"You do that very well," she commented between licking the underside of the black shaft of the African.

Scaramanga mumbled gratitude as he widened Lucia's legs so he could gain better access to her trimmed snatch. As she writhed in bliss she put her hand on Pascal's bald pate and urged him to join the other one clamped to her slit. Now she had not one but TWO rampant studs licking and eating her pussy. As one drove his tongue inside her cunt, the other poked and prodded her clitoris with a willing eagerness.

"Ooh. Si! She likes that very much."

Lucia tried to move her hips in time with both men as they delved inside her dripping cunt, but it was impossible to keep up. She shook on the bed beneath them as they sank further inside her sweet quim. After five minutes of oral bliss, her mound and inner thighs were splattered with spittle.

"Afrique. You're up."

She patted the bed and he obediently laid on his back. He held his eight inch pole straight up as Lucia straddled his trunk like thighs. He was so big she had to raise her hips so that his fat knob was aligned with her opening. With a seductive groan the Italian temptress slid down and her pussy walls stretched out around his midnight black log.

"Fuck!"

At first she ground her pelvis and gently rode him, but as her pussy oiled up his cock she lifted her hips higher and slammed down faster. Her boobs bounced as she plunged and soared and Pascal grunted as his large mitts grasped her wide hips. An expert lover, Lucia leaned over his black bulk so that her clit grazed his pelvic bone nicely. She whisked her shiny hair on his body as she shook her head from side to side in carnal bliss.

"Come on. Fuck me."

Lucia twisted the man's nipples in opposite directions infuriating the hired stud.

"Aah! Salop!"

With that the ripped black man thrust up powerfully, sending the thrilled woman high up, and then back down onto his glistening cock the hilt. Together they fucked in unison, and Lucia thumped his solid chest as she creamed on his sizeable organ. He was inside her deeper than she possibly could imagine, and her juices ran down his throbbing spike all the way to his balls.

"Ah, this is no good."

Pascal tapped the gyrating brunette indicating his pending climax. His failure to hold back was most annoying. She reluctantly hopped off and began to wank his shimmering dick with both hands. He bucked up repeatedly until he shut his eyes and barked as her grip tightened and he felt that superb rush through his shaft. At the very instant of his orgasm, Lucia relinquished her hold and laughed aloud as he came over his belly in a frustrating ruined orgasm. He pouted sadly as he rued having to spill his seed with a frictionless climax. Lucia pressed a button by the headboard and two armed guards in black uniforms appeared within seconds.

"Remove this one and shoot him."

She pointed to the hapless African who was taken under gunpoint from the bedroom. His pleading for mercy fell on deaf ears as he was led away to his fate.

"Nobody calls me a bitch."

As he awaited his turn, Rolando tore open a small plastic wrapper and proceeded to unroll the condom down his rigid pole. Naturally he had chosen one of a golden colour. His stiff dick bobbed out from his groin like a gold spear.

"The man with the golden rod! Come and fuck me with that shimmering spike." Lucia laid flat on her back, fanned out her long tresses on a pillow, and spread her thighs for him. His eyes drilled into hers as he kissed up her left leg to the inside of her thigh. Scaramanga climbed between her legs then and his golden dick disappeared inside her sloppy wet cunt with one hard thrust. He grabbed her ankles and held her legs in place as he started to fuck her. He soon picked up speed and pounded her fast. Her pussy was so wet, drenched in sweat and her juices. With her legs up in the air he was able to plunge into her wanton depths much deeper.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me!"

Lucia loved how he filled her, and the more he drove in, the more she screamed. The lewd noise of his golden condom squelching in her saturated pussy was drowned out by her heavy moans and shrieks. She ran her hands across his heaving chest and thumbed his third nipple.

"Ah!"

Like an enraged bull, Scaramanga let go her legs and flattened his frame on hers. Her legs squeezed his body as he rose and fell, his chest and groin sticky and hot on her softer form. Her breasts became crushed under him as he quickened the pace of his strokes. Each thrust of his vibrant hard on drove her ever nearer to an orgasm. When she came her strength left her and her limbs fell way limp under his relentless possession of her cunt. He was balls deep in her now as he too raced to the finish. His back arched and he pulled out, discarding the coloured condom and shooting his load over her belly and tits. Lucia reached out and used her fingertips to slide in the white cum he had deposited on her.

"For a minute there I was expecting you to ejaculate in a golden stream."

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An hour later, Lucia looked out of the window of her home, the magnificent Villa di Fiorano and made a mental note to remind the gardener to cut the lush grass. Hidden behind cypress trees in the south of Rome, the place was her pride and joy. It's location, the Ciampino airport was conveniently close by, meant that she could fly to SPECTRE HQ in Paris at the drop of a hat.

"Revenge is dish best served cold. Who said that? No matter. I believe it was James Bond killed your uncle Francisco, Rolando?"

"It was. And I would dearly love to encounter Bond. Just once. I have a golden bullet with his name on it."

He leaned back and took a drag on a cigarette.

"His mother had a brother. My father. It is said that Francisco had a woman in every port of the world, siring countless bastards on the way. But he had a soft spot for my uncle and helped make our lives comparatively easy. When I heard of his death I was but eleven years old, yet at that tender age I vowed vengeance against the corrupt West."

"Then what?"

Lucia made her way back to the bed, still in the buff, took the smoke from his hand and inhaled deeply. They were both basking in the afterglow of their vigorous lovemaking.

"When I was old enough I joined the Cuban Direccion General de Inteligencia, or G2, which was the country's main agency. With funding from the KGB the agency had the capability for intensive training in operations and weaponry. I discovered that I had some natural flair for marksmanship. Soon, I became one of the top assassins for G2 until its dissolution in 1989. Then I became freelance like uncle Francisco."

"And now you just use golden bullets?"

"True. Just like uncle Francisco. I choose this method as a signature. I have them made specially just for myself. Made of 23-carat gold." "I too, seek retribution against the British agents. Namely two female 'Double O' agents. They have both hurt the organisation recently. That being, preventing our theft of the Black Vulture. And in doing so, eliminating our asset from the CIA."

"Leiter?"

"Just so. I want them dead. I want Moneypenny dead. I want the new OO7 dead. And I want you to do it."

"The cost for my services is usually $5,000,000 a hit. But in this case I shall forfeit the fee and do it for nothing. And for another taste of your remarkable body."

"Feel free."

Lucia got up onto her hands and knees and waggled her plump derriere in invitation.

"Just how many golden condoms do you have by the way?"

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London.

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"It's a 4.2-calibre, 23-carat gold dum-dum bullet for use in a custom built, single shot, 45-calibre pistol."

Nomi picked up the unique slug that had been handed to her by the head of Secret Intelligence Service. Lieutenant Colonel Gareth Mallory, or just M.

"You see it has your number, 007, etched into the surface."

The secret agent with a license to kill, turned it over and over between finger and thumb.

"It must be a joke."

"The only gunsmith we knew who manufactured golden bullets was a man by the name of Lazar, a Portuguese who lived in Macau. He made them for an ex-KGB assassin gone freelance by the name of Francisco Scaramanga. Your predecessor encountered him and liquidated him in Thailand."

"You think there is a connection with this new bullet?"

"Without a doubt. Someone wants you in Thailand. Who or why, will be for you to find out. It may very well be a wild goose chase. But that's precisely what James Bond said. You'll be met by one of our latest recruits. A Miss Avery Goodnight, based out of Station T."

"A very good night?"

"Quite. A sweet young thing. Very bright and very enthusiastic. Her mother was in the Service in Bond's time. Relocated to Jamaica where she married a writer from the Times. You'll go under your usual alias of Oso Foxxy, pretending to scout out locations for your next sordid little online flick. Goodnight can pose as your assistant. Oh, and 007?"

"Sir?"

"How is the arm?"

"Fine, Sir. Just fine."

The near six feet tall black skinned bombshell smiled and flexed her left arm and then got up to leave. Only four months previous, she and Miss Moneypenny had been involved in a three person shootout with rogue CIA operative, Max Leiter, now deceased. The gunfight resulted in his demise, Nomi getting a bullet in the upper arm, and Moneypenny getting shot in the left upper thigh. What followed was a month of strenuous rehabilitation and special training. This would be Nomi's first mission since that day in Malta. The last she heard was that Moneypenny had recuperated enough to help out Station P with some trifling matter.

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Paris.

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Eve twitched and lifted her head as the distinct manly aroma of her new lover loomed over her. She sensed his presence but did not see him due to the blindfold covering her eyes. An hour before she and Geno Mathis had bundled into his modest apartment in Canal St Martin. They literally tore each others clothes off in their heated passion to get naked. They kissed, hugged and grappled as they shifted together to the bedroom. They had fucked in a desperate quickie that lasted no more than five minutes. They laid together panting and giggling and then napped all afternoon.

"Now, we make love. French style."

"How so?"

"I will take you to new heights of pleasure you have ever known."

"How old are you again?" Wondered the amused thirty something.

Eve felt a bit like a cradle snatcher as she suddenly felt her age. Born in 2000, Geno was the son of Rene Mathis and his last partner, the Italian born Gemma. Mathis had died at the age of 64 and had been on the payroll of MI6 until his untimely death. He had been a resourceful and clever ally, and had helped Bond immensely in Montenegro during the Le Chiffre affair. His son had been encouraged to follow in his father's footsteps and he had indeed done so. He had that youthful, slim body that was quite smooth and unwrinkled. His chest and arms were fairly undeveloped but still attractive in a boyish way. He had been blessed though with very black hair and baby blue eyes that Eve thought were adorable.

"Oh, damn!"

Eve heard her encrypted mobile phone twitter and answered immediately.

"Moneypenny."

"Ah, OO5. We have just lost contact with OO7 In Bangkok. I want you out there on the next available flight. Is the Paris business wound up?"

"Yes, Sir. With the help of the Internal Security, the DGSI. Fellow by the name of Mathis. I'll make my way to the airport in one hour."

Geno touched her left thigh with his right and Eve trembled on the bed.

"Er. Better make that two hours. Something just came up."

He looked down on her, loving how her light brown complexion turned him on. Likewise, Moneypenny was highly impressed by her first proper look at his erect cock, with the tapered and vivid purple head. She beamed at him as he straddled her body and raised her head up from the pillow. He produced a black blindfold and tied it around her head.

"A blindfold? Really? Where do you get these ideas?"

"I read a lot."

Geno traced a line up each of her arms from the elbows to her shoulders and neck. Using his fingertips only he caressed her neck behind her ears and delighted in the way she fidgeted and squirmed. He gently nipped on her earlobes and surprised her by using his pointed tongue to delve inside her ears. It felt divine and her toes curled from the quick jolts.

"That feels nice."

Willing him to touch her erogenous zones, Eve welcomed his fingers circle her breasts, from the tops, along the outer curve and down to the bottom. His warm breath indicated how close his face was. He kissed and nibbled her chest to her underarms, getting closer, closer, oh so close to her stiffening nipples. Then nothing.

"Geno?"

Totally in the dark, Eve waited patiently until she felt him using his fingers to walk across her heaving stomach. She parted her lips he drew nearer to her hips and hopefully next, between her thighs. But instead he teased her further by kissing her lithe legs from the knees up to the insides of her thighs. Carefully avoiding her muff. Geno made her writhe uncontrollably as he caressed her heated loins and soft skin.

"Mmm!"

"You have a pink scar on your left thigh." He kissed it tenderly.

"A new one, actually. A little souvenir from Malta. Oh, yes!"

It had been almost a month since Miss Moneypenny had taken a bullet from Max Leiter on the Maltese island of Gozo. She has been flown back to England with Nomi and had taken time off for her wound to heal. Now she was back out in the field after a successful medical.

"Ooo!" She shivered as the back of his hand brushed her trim bush. As she moaned in approval he kissed her soft inner thighs one by one again, and the resulting pleasure and intense sensations were just overpowering. At last! His pursed lips met her pussy, just for a fleeting second and then he was gone. Eve jiggled her legs in search of his head and she sighed loudly as his slithering tongue lapped away on her outer labia. His hands gripped her legs and parted them wider, much to her relief, and his tongue dipped in between her damp quim. As countless tingles and shivers ran riot she blindly groped the sheets beneath her with her fists. Just when she thought he would eat her out she bucked up at thin air.

"Oh, fuck!"

Mathis busied himself to her left, leaving the blindfolded Eve puzzled for a moment. Then she heard what sounded like sprays from a can and she gasped as she felt something cool being tipped onto her bared body.

"What IS that?"

"Almond whipped cream. My favourite."

Her sensual trepidation heightened as the cream oozed out into her navel and down to her sex. Her tits were covered with big dollops which soon began to smother the sweet curves of her quivering globes. Then his hands moved here and there, smearing the cream over her body and undulating belly.

"You look good enough to eat."

Eve felt Mathis bend over her to greedily suck her pliant boobs, searching playfully for her hidden nipples. Her left breast was sucked into his mouth as he devoured the cream as well as her luscious breast. His tongue swirled around the stiff point of her nipple until he had removed every trace of the cream. He used his tongue to lick up all the almond dessert from her other boob and then trailed it down her front, leaving tacky residue in his wake. She experienced so many different sensations as his mouth and lips gorged on her sugar sweet body. Tiny whimpers emanated from her parted lips as she welcomed the warm tingling from her saturated mons.