7 comments/ 45489 views/ 5 favorites I'm Not Jimbo Bond By: GeorgeTasker Jim stared down into the bottom of his empty beer glass. It had been a shitty day for him and everything had gone wrong. "Same again," he growled to the bartender as he scratched his big beer belly through his grubby flannel shirt. Jim was in his late forties and worked construction, he lived alone and his after work beer at O'Flaherty's Irish Tavern was pretty much the highlight of his day. "Cheers," Jim said, punctuating his comment with a loud burp as Bill, the bartender filled his glass with the dark Irish stout that Jim favoured. The door to the pub opened and Jim glanced over his shoulder at the newcomer, scratching his greasy hair at the same time. To his surprise it was a woman, and a very beautiful one at that. She was tall, with long dark hair and a stunning face, with fine, almost delicate features. The brunette was dressed in a black sequined cocktail dress that was quite short, stopping above mid-thigh and leaving her incredibly long, slim legs on display. She wore strappy black stiletto heeled shoes and was carrying a black clutch-purse that like her dress was covered in sparkling sequins. The front of her dress had a low, scooped neckline that displayed a good portion of a pair of sizeable breasts, and her considerable cleavage immediately drew Jim's gaze. All in all, the glamorous beauty looked very out of place in the dingy bar. Jim's mesmerised gaze followed her long legs and the seductive sway of her hips as she walked straight across the room to stand at the bar right beside Jim. The buxom brunette completely ignored the bartender, instead turning to face a rather stunned looking Jim. "Let's get out of here," she said to him, nodding her head towards the door. Jim's eyes went wide, was he dreaming? Was this gorgeous woman actually trying to pick him up? And she wasn't exactly beating around the bush either, coming straight out and asking him to leave with her. He was too shocked to reply, his mouth hanging open as he gaped at the elegant, curvaceous lady. She smirked at his lack of reply. "Well?" "Oh...ah... yeah," Jim stammered, but managed to nod in agreement with her request. The mysterious beauty's smirk went even wider as she turned and headed towards the door. Jim, still in shock, followed after her, leaving his beer untouched. The striking brunette led Jim towards a yellow sports car parked right outside. She spun around and tossed the keys to Jim. "I assume you want to drive?" she said. Jim fumbled and dropped the keys, still in a serious state of shock. Things like this didn't happen to guys like him. He reached down with a trembling hand and picked up the keys, then took another look at the car. It was a Lamborghini! "You want me to drive that?" he asked her. The woman shrugged, still smiling playfully. "Sure, let's go." Jim decided he didn't need to be asked twice. He quickly hurried around to the driver's door and hopped inside. The gorgeous brunette slipped into the passenger seat, the hem of her dress riding up slightly and flaunting even more of her long, sleek thighs, causing Jim to swallow noisily. Fuck, she was sexy. Jim turned the key in the ignition and the powerful Lamborghini flared to life with a thunderous roar followed by the low throaty rumble of the engine idling. "Oh, wow!" groaned Jim in admiration of the sports car. Never in his life had he ever imagined he'd get the chance to drive a Lamborghini. Gripping the steering wheel eagerly, with a big grin on his face, Jim pulled out onto the street and roared away from the bar, testing the speed and torque of the amazing automobile. As he cruised down the street his thoughts of the car were suddenly chased away when he felt the woman's hand touch his inner thigh. Jim swallowed as the beautiful brunette slid her hand up his leg and cupped his crotch in her soft palm. He glanced down to look at her hand grabbing the bulge of his groin, and noticed a little nervously that his jeans were rather grubby and stained next to the flawless beauty of the buxom brunette beside him. "Well, well, well," murmured the woman as she squeezed his crotch. Jim realised that he was semi-hard from driving the Lamborghini. "I see you're as eager as ever Jimbo." "Oh, man," squeaked Jim as she massaged his cock through his jeans. He didn't remember telling her his name, but at this particular point he didn't really care anymore about the oddness of the situation. The woman unzipped his fly. "Wh...what are you doing?" blurted Jim in alarm as he stopped for a red light. "Shhh!" the woman silenced him as she reached into his pants, fishing around in his underwear with her soft hand and seizing his cock. She smiled in apparent satisfaction as she pulled Jim's semi-erect organ out into the open. "Just like I remembered," she said. Jim was about to ask her what she remembered when the gorgeous woman dipped her head down into his lap. "Oh fucking hell!" cried out Jim in shock as he felt her warm lips wrap around the end of his knob. This gorgeous angel was actually giving him a blowjob while he drove her Lamborghini through town. "Mmm," moaned the woman in appreciation as she began to bob her head in Jim's lap, the tight seal of her lips sliding up and down his rapidly stiffening penis. "Oh God!" groaned Jim as he felt her tongue swipe around the head of his cock. She pulled down on the foreskin of his dick and licked all around the tip of his shaft, cradling it on her tongue as if it was an ice-cream. The voluptuous beauty ran her tongue down the length of his shaft and tenderly kissed Jim's scrotum before briefly sucking on each of his swollen testicles. "I love your big cock Jimbo," the woman gasped as she sunk her mouth back down on him, letting her lips slid all the way down to the very base of his erection, her nose buried in his pubic hair. "Ah!" Jim gasped, almost steering the Lamborghini off the road. His entire cock was buried inside the brunette's glorious mouth. The woman seemed to notice Jim's alarm and she lifted her head up out of his lap, licking her lips as if she had just been feasting on the finest caviar. "I guess we should put little Jimbo away for now," she said, fondly stroking his cock a few times in her soft hand before tucking him back inside Jim's pants. She guided Jim to the hotel where he reluctantly handed over the keys of the Lamborghini to the valet before following the curvy, mysterious woman into the hotel and up to her room. The room turned out to be the most expensive suite in the hotel, the penthouse on the top floor. It was luxuriously decorated with the most amazing furniture and general extravagance, but right now it was the last thing on Jim's mind. As soon as they entered the room, the sexy brunette was on her knees in front of Jim, once again fishing out his erect cock and quickly stuffing it into her hot mouth. "Oh, this is fantastic!" Jim breathed as he stood in the centre of the room, the perfect young woman servicing him on her knees. The busty brunette's soft lips moved rapidly up and down on his erection, her tongue working wonders on the underside of his hard shaft as her cheeks hollowed and she powerfully sucked on his length. After a couple of minutes of frantic sucking she let his cock pop out from her pouty lips and she glanced up at Jim. "Why aren't you fucking my mouth like you normally do?" she asked him. "Um," Jim stammered, still very confused by everything that was going on. It was finally dawning on him that perhaps this was a case of mistaken identity as the woman seemed to thinks he knew him. Jim however, was not about to shatter that illusion and spoil the best opportunity of his life. "I was just about to," he replied lamely. "Um, fuck your mouth that is." Jim had only ever had a few blowjobs in his life, and he'd only ever seen face fucking in pornos, but the concept was definitely appealing. He reached down and grabbed the top of the brunette's head in both hands and lined his stiff cock up with her mouth. As he pulled her head in towards his crotch and thrust forward with his hips, the woman willingly let his cock shove its way back into her mouth. "Oh yeah!" groaned Jim as his penis slid across her tongue and pushed into the back of her mouth. Jim tightened his grip on her dark hair and started to pump his cock in and out of her mouth, his hips sawing back and forth as he started to vigorously fuck her willing mouth. Jim thrust forward, deep into her throat, his balls slapping her chin with each thrust. It felt absolutely incredible, the most amazing thing he'd ever done. "That's it, suck that cock!" Jim grunted as he really started to get into the spirit of things, shoving his cock into her mouth at full force. With each surge of his hips her chin would touch his balls and he drew back only half way before thrusting back down into her throat, keeping his cock in the wet clutches of her mouth the entire time. "I'm gonna cum soon!" he groaned as he humped away at the busty brunette's face. This seemed to concern the woman as she lifted up her hands and leveraged Jim's hands off her head. Jim reluctantly let his erection pop out of her mouth, wondering if he'd taken things a bit too far and upset the gorgeous seductress. "We can't have you cumming too soon," said the woman. "I want to feel you in my pussy first." "Oh wow," groaned Jim. The concept of actually getting to fuck this beautiful creature hadn't even occurred to him yet. The brunette smiled seductively at him as she stood up and let him across the hotel room to the bedroom. As she walked, she reached up behind her and unzipped the back of her slinky black cocktail dress. As she stepped through the threshold of the bedroom the dress slipped off her shoulders and fell to the floor. Beneath she was completely naked, not a stitch of underwear on. "Oh my God!" moaned Jim in admiration as her perfect buttocks came into view. Her ass was firm and round, two perfectly taut sphere's that it looked like you could bounce penny's off, but at the same time they were round and lush and inviting. The naked goddess climbed up onto the bed and crawled forward on her hands and knees. She glanced back over her shoulder at Jim, who was still standing stunned at the foot of the bed, his erect penis jutting straight out towards her. "Hurry up and stick your big cock in me Jimbo," urged the woman. Jim almost tripped as he hasty leapt onto the bed behind her. He reached out and grabbed hold of the woman's perfect buttocks, squeezing her ass as he shuffled closer and lined his cock up with her cunt. "I can't believe this is really happening," he muttered in a low voice as he slowly pushed forward. Jim let out a long low groan of bliss as his cock slid smoothly up inside the woman's clutching pussy. The woman glanced over her shoulder towards Jim once again. "That's not the hole you normally want," she told him. Jim froze in confusion. He looked down, glancing from his cock buried in her sweet snatch to his hands kneading the firm cheeks of her ass when he realised what she was referring to. "Oh," he murmured with a nervous swallow. Jim drew his rigid dick out of the mystifying woman's pussy and aimed it a little higher. "Thank you God," he murmured quietly as he pushed forward, forcing his dick into the woman's tiny hole. "Ah!" she cried out as Jim pushed his cock deeper into her bottom. Jim's hands tightly clutching at her buttocks as he stuffed his thick member into her. "Fucking hell that's tight!" he groaned as he started to fuck her, pumping his erection into her from behind. Jim reached underneath her to grope her big tits as he enthusiastically banged her perfect ass from behind. The woman was moaning with apparently pleasure as Jim ravaged her tight orifice. He'd never done a woman up the butt before and the sensations were incredible. If her blowjob had pushed him right to the edge of climaxing, this was sure to push him over. "That's it Jimbo, shove it in me hard!" groaned the woman. The volume of her moans suggested she was enjoyed being rogered as much as Jim was enjoying giving it to her. With each thrust of his hips, Jim's big beer belly jiggled wildly. "Fuck! I'm gonna shoot!" he gasped, his hips slapping against her buttocks as he pumped against her. This time the woman didn't stop him. He arched his back as his cock surged in her ass, his balls churned and a heavy load of spunk spurting from the tip of his dick and filling the beautiful brunette's ass. The woman cried out in pleasure as Jim orgamsed, the plump construction worker bucking against her as he spent himself in her perfect bottom. "Holy hell! That was the best fuck of my life!" groaned Jim happily as his completely spent penis slipped out of the woman's magnificent ass. *** Jim woke up the next morning completely bewildered, momentarily forgetting where he was. He sat up in the plush king size bed and glanced around the luxurious hotel room and it all came flooding back. Apparently buggering the sexiest woman he'd ever laid eyes on hadn't been a dream, although it was a dream come true. Jim turned and saw that he was alone in the bed with no sign of the mysterious woman. Sitting on the pillow was a note. Thanks for a wonderful night Mr Bond I can't wait for another chance to suck on your big cock XXX Anastasia "Wow!" breathed Jim, feeling rather proud of himself. He took the note and slipped it into the pocket of his flannel shirt which was lying beside the bed. Jim poked around the lavish hotel suite for a few minutes but found no sign of Anastasia, his mysterious lover, not even any clothes or luggage. Giving up he had a quick shower and got dressed. Fortunately it was a Saturday so he didn't have to get to work. Jim left the suite, still grinning like an idiot and headed down to the lobby, hoping the receptionist at the desk might be able to tell him something about the woman. Jim was very keen to get another shot at that perfect ass and magnificent pair of tits. As Jim stepped out from the elevator a man in a black leather jacket stepped past him into the lift. The man bumped hard into Jim's left side and Jim felt a sharp prick in his arm. "Ow!" Jim yelped in surprise, wondering what he'd been stabbed by. Before Jim could object further he felt his world suddenly going blurry. Jim's knee's sagged and he felt himself lurching over before the man smooth caught him under the shoulder and a second man grabbed him from the other side, supporting his weight. The last thing Jim saw before he passed out was a pair of white women's high heeled shoes and some long, sexy legs. *** "He's coming round Agent Slut," said a man's voice as Jim blinked his eyes, his consciousness finally returning. Jim squinted, the light in the room seemed incredibly bright and his head was pounding like he'd skulled a full bottle of bourbon the night before. "Where the fuck am I?" he murmured, trying to peer around the dazzling room. Jim blinked his eyes again, his brain throbbing painfully. His vision was started to come back and he saw that he was lying on a rather dingy bed in a small cheap looking hotel room. Quite a comedown from the room he'd been in with the lovely Anastasia. He was not alone in the room. Seated at a table on the far side of the room were two men in black leather jackets, Jim was pretty sure that they were the ones that had grabbed, and presumably drugged him. Directly in front of him was a woman, and an attractive one at that. She was sitting in a chair facing towards the bed he was lying on, her long legs were crossed, the short white min-skirt she was wearing gave him an eyeful of her creamy, well toned thighs and she had strappy white high heeled shoes. She had on a pale pink blouse that swelled out interestingly, suggesting a hint of a rather substantial bosom beneath. Her face was absolutely gorgeous and she had long blonde hair. "Sorry about the rough extraction, but we didn't want to compromise your cover," the woman said with apparent concern. "Wh...what?" stammered Jim blearily. The pretty blonde re-crossed her legs and leant forward slightly, Jim couldn't help himself from glancing down at the additional exposed thigh. Her legs were slim, yet well muscled, probably from hours in the gym. "Are you feeling okay Agent Bond?" she asked him with a frown. "Who?" demanded Jim, vaguely remember that the woman Anastasia had also referred to him by the name Bond in her note. "I'm not Agent Bond." The woman turned to the men sitting on the far side of the room. "How much did you give him Cassidy?" "Just a standard dose, he should be fine by now," replied one of the men with an unconcerned shrug. The blonde turned back to Jim. "What were you doing in Anastasia Drako's room Bond?" Jim shook his. "I've got no idea what's going on here, but I'm not who you think I am," he told her, feeling slightly angry at this point. Mistaken identity leading to a blowjob and fuck from a supermodel was one thing, this was an altogether different situation. "Amnesia?" one of the men across the room suggested. "Look," said Jim with a sigh of frustration. "My name's Jim Buttner, I work construction and I'm certainly not this spy you seem to think I am." The blonde squinted thoughtfully at him as if judging the truthfulness of his comment. "I certainly have no idea what the fuck is going on!" complained Jim. His vision was now back to normal, but he still had a dull ache in his skull from whatever drug they had used on him. "You're not Secret Agent Jimbo Bond?" the woman asked once again. "No!" he snapped irritably. "Damn!" the woman swore loudly. "Looks like he's really missing. When you surfaced with Anastasia Drako we were certain you were Bond. I mean you look exactly like him. But if you're not Bond, then what exactly were you doing in the room of an International Drug Baroness?" "Drug Baroness?" said Jim in surprise. "Look, she grabbed me and took me back to her hotel. I think she made the same mistake as you." The woman's eyes narrowed. "What did you discuss with her?" "We didn't really talk as such," replied Jim with a shrug. "We just shagged. Look, who the hell are you anyway." The woman sighed. "My name is Trish Stratus, I'm a Secret Agent who's working with Agent Jimbo Bond. As you've probably already gathered, Agent Bond had vanished and we're trying to find him, it's a critical stage of our operation." "I'm sorry to hear that. Sounds like Agent Bond is a good looking fellow," Jim grinned to himself at his own joke. "I guess I should go and leave you get back to your spying." "There is an opportunity here," said the man on the far side of the room. "I was just thinking the same thing," agreed Trish. Jim glanced from Trish to the other man. "What are you talking about?" he asked in confusion. Trish hesitated a moment, taking a deep breath. The motion caused her expansive chest to swell out and against her blouse, drawing Jim's gaze. "As you've probably worked out, you're the spitting image of Jimbo Bond," she told him. "What Agent Cassidy was suggesting is that you pose as Bond." "Now hang on a moment!" protested Jim. "That sounds dangerous." Trish nodded. "It certainly won't be easy, but unfortunately we don't have a lot of options here. Your country needs you Jim Buttner." "My country needs me?" he repeated doubtfully. "We're at a critical stage in the operation," she explained. "And only Agent Bond can perform this next task. There's a criminal organisation that will be activating a stolen nuclear bomb inside the country unless we intervene. So far Agent Bond has been the only agent able to establish a cover within the terror organisation." I'm Not Jimbo Bond "What if he's blown his cover? What if that's what got him killed?" demanded Jim, none too keen to risk his life. Trish grimaced at this. "We don't know he's dead yet. And I don't think his cover is blown. Your...liaison with Anastasia suggests his cover is still good." "But I don't know anything about disarming a bomb!" Trish shook her head. "It won't be necessary. The plan we've put in place means that all you need to do is to convince the organisations leader to give herself up." "What? Are you crazy?" Jim didn't fancy either his bomb disarming skills or his terrorist negotiation skills. "It was Jimbo's original plan," replied Trish. "And your run in with Anastasia Drako tells me you've got what it takes to do the job." *** About ten minutes later Jim somehow found himself alone in the dingy room with Agent Trish Stratus. He wasn't quite sure how she'd managed it, but somehow she'd talked him into agreeing to their hair-brained scheme to save the world. In less than two hours, Jim would be deep in the lair of Ingrid von Raven, the leader of the terror organisation that was planning on activating a nuke, and it would be up to him to convince her to give herself up. According to Trish, Ingrid had an incredible weakness for men and for sex. Apparently all Jim had to do to save the day was to seduce the evil criminal mastermind and she would agree to whatever he suggested. Jim had been rather reluctant to go along with this plan until Trish had shown him a photograph of the terrorist. If Anastasia and Trish could be described as beautiful, sexy women with killer bodies and great racks, Ingrid von Raven was a goddess. She had the face of an angel, with perfect, finely crafted features and fiery red hair. Her full and pouty red lips looked as though they were made to slide up and down a hard cock. The villainess's body was that of a penthouse centrefold, every curve the ideal male wet dream. Long legs, a tight round ass and boobs that didn't quit. When Trish had also suggested that she spend the next hour before the mission taking him through a crash course in Secret Agent Seduction 101, the deal was sealed. "Okay," announced Trish, beginning the instruction. "Let's start with pickup lines. If you're going to seduce Ingrid you need to be able to get her attention. If you can get her wet with a few clever words then the job is half done. Give me your best pick up line." "Ah..." Jim wracked his brain, trying to think of something witty to say. Truthfully he'd never exactly been a pickup artist. "Come on," urged Trish. "Give it to me." Jim did the first thing that came into his mind. "How you doin'?" he asked her, turning up one corner of his mouth and doing his best Joey Tribbiani impersonation. It might have worked if he was a young handsome Italian, but coming from a beer bellied old construction worker the effect was closer to creepy than charming. Trish shook her head in dismay. "That was awful!" Jim shrugged uncomfortably. "Look," said Trish. "You must have heard a few good lines in your time. How about something like; Girl, your legs must tired, because you've been running through my mind all day." Jim couldn't help but smile at the line. "You try now," the beautiful secret agent instructed. Jim hurriedly tried to think of a line he'd heard. Eventually he blurted out the first line that came into his head. "You're so hot you melt the plastic in my underwear." Trish frowned in confusion. "Where did that come from?" Jim blushed a little, realising what he'd just said. "I'm sure I heard that on my some list of pickup lines," he explained lamely. Trish came back with another line. "Can I borrow a quarter? I promised my mom I'd call her when I met the girl of my dreams." "I dunno," Jim said after a long pause. "I'll just use one of those I guess." Trish shook her head in frustration. "Well if all else fails and you can't come up with a good line to get Ingrid into bed then you should revert to Plan B." "Plan B? What's Plan B?" "Whip out your cock," she told him. "What?" "Well, just try and use a good line," suggested Trish. "Look, forget all that, let's move on to something else. Are you a good kisser?" "I've never had any complaints," replied Jim. Admittedly he'd never had any complements either. "Come here and show me then," directed Trish, gesturing for him to approach her. "Ah, okay," Jim was suddenly a little nervous. He stepped up in front of the beautiful blonde, not quite sure how to proceed. "Kiss me," she instructed. Jim moved in, one arm slipped around Trish's slim waist, the other reached around her shoulder to pull her in close for a kiss. He gave a low moan of approval as her soft lips pressed against his and he pulled her curvaceous body against his podgy body. Trish gave a murmur as Jim pushed his tongue hungrily into her mouth and passionately kissed her. He could feel his groin press against her firm thigh as his tongue keenly chased hers. Trish wrinkled up her face as they broke off their kiss. "You need to do something about that breath," she told him, waving her hand in front of her nose as if to ward off a bad smell. "Sorry," apologized Jim, remembering he hadn't cleaned his teeth that morning after waking up in Anastasia's hotel room. "Enough kissing, let's move on. Why don't you grab my boobs, lets see how your foreplay rates." Jim's eyes went wide. Her face seemed very passive for someone just asking him to grope her. "Are you sure?" asked Jim uncertainly. "Give them a squeeze, we don't have a lot of time for niceties here." "Okay," Jim agreed with a nod. He somewhat cautiously reached up with both hands and pressed them against Trish's chest, letting the firm orbs of her surprisingly large breasts fill his hands. Her tits felt incredible. They were at least as big as Anastasia's wonderful melons had been, more than filling his palms. They were firm and delightfully round and he could feel the thin lace texture of her bra through the material of her pink blouse. "You can squeeze them, they won't brake," Trish told him, encouraging him to be a bit bolder. "Oh, wow!" breathed Jim as she gave him permission to grope her. The excited construction worker gave Trish's big tits a firm squeeze through her clothing, letting his fingers sink into the soft flesh of her boobs. "You've got great tits," he complemented her as he squeezed and fondled the magnificent melons, wishing he could feel what they were like beneath her clothing. "That's good, complements will get you everywhere with Ingrid," Trish told him, wincing slightly as he roughly mauled at her hooters. "Why don't you open up my blouse and get the puppies out?" "Really?" asked Jim in surprise, stopping his groping, although his hands remained glued to her bosom. "Yes, yes, take them out." Jim grinned eagerly as he unbuttoned the front of Trish's blouse, untucking it from her short skirt. After he pushed the blouse off her shoulders, the busty agent reached behind and unclasped the hook of her white-lace bra. "Holy shit!" gasped Jim in awe as Trish's perfect tits were exposed. They were astonishing. Large and round, and topped by small dark nipples that jutted out slightly in the cool air of the dingy room. Trish's big jugs were amazingly firm, with almost no sag, despite their impressive size. They had felt fantastic through her clothing, but Jim's cock was hard as a rock inside his pants at the thought of touching her bare breasts. "You can play with them," allowed Trish. "Ho, momma!" groaned Jim with obvious relish at the prospect. He immediately reached up and clapped his eager hands down on Trish's uncovered knockers. "Oh, these are great!" he gasped as he started to squeeze Trish's extraordinary assets, his fingers sinking deep into the hefty globes of flesh. Jim was grinning from ear to ear as his groping hands explored the busty secret agent's tits. He squeezed, groped and mauled at the immense spheres, running his hands all over the vast expanse of flesh. Jim scraped his thumbs across the hard buds of Trish's nipples, then gave them a pinch. He then took hold of her breasts in both hands and shook them, watching the ample flesh jiggle across her chest. "I could spend all day playing with these puppies," he murmured as he continued to vigorously feel up the gorgeous blonde. "Use your mouth as well," instructed Trish. Jim didn't stop his boob fondling, but leant down and swiped his tongue across Trish's left nipple enjoying the texture of the hard nub against his tongue. "Nice," he murmured appreciatively as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, still squeezing a big breast in each hand as he began his feast. Jim gave a happy moan as he rubbed his face in Trish's considerable cleavage and then traced his tongue around Trish's other nipple, slurping hungrily on the tip of her right breast. "That's not bad work," admitted Trish after she had let the middle aged construction worker gorge himself on her boobs for about ten minutes. As Jim casually played with her boobs she reached down and unzipped the back of her skirt and let it drop away. Her skimpy lace g-string quickly followed so that she was now completely naked. "You're fucking hot!" moaned Jim as he gazed in awe at Trish's naked body. Her ass was nicely rounded, almost as sweet as Anastasia's and her pussy was neatly trimmed, a small landing strip of pubic hair above the moist lips of her vagina. She apparently wasn't a natural blonde, but Jim could care less. Trish pried Jim's groping hands off her chest and sat down on the bed, spreading her long legs. "Lick my pussy," she ordered. "Okay," agreed Jim as he climbed up on the bed, lying on his side between Trish's perfect tanned thighs. He ran two fingers along the length of her inner thigh, from her knee down to the juncture of her thighs, admiring the incredible smoothness of her soft skin. Jim lightly ran his fingers over the outer lips of Trish's vagina, it was the prettiest pussy he'd laid eyes on. As Jim slipped one finger inside Trish's moist cunt she lifted her head up off the bed. "Use your tongue." Jim obeyed, leaning down and swiping his tongue up along the slit of Trish's pussy causing her to gasp. Her twat tasted nicer than the few Jim had sampled in the past, certainly cleaner. The middle aged construction worker used the tip of his tongue to gently toy with Trish's clit causing her to moan in apparent pleasure. Using his fingers to spread apart the lips of sex, Jim probed inside Trish's cunt with his tongue, the tip of his nose rubbing her clit as he worked her pussy with his tongue. The busty secret agent had him eat her out for about ten minutes before she finally pulled his head out from between her thighs. She was breathing heavily. "Not bad, not bad at all." Jim wiped his mouth with the back of one hand, grinning up at the leggy beauty, delighted that he had been able to please her. "Let's see what you're packing," said Agent Slut, sitting up. As she unbuckled the front of his pants, Jim pulled off his flannel shirt, revealing his big beer belly and hairy chest. Trish moved to her knees as she pulled off Jim's pants and underwear so that they were both now naked. "You've got a nice looking cock," she told him as she reached out and grabbed it in her soft hand, running her fingers along the hard shaft. Her other hand snaked out beneath and cupped his testicles in her palm. After stroking him for a moment she leant forward over his lap and slipped her hot mouth down over his erection. Jim leant back on the bed and gave a satisfied groan as his cock was engulfed in the wetness of her sucking mouth. Trish bobbed her head over Jim's knob several times, taking him quite deep in her throat. She then drew back and swiped her tongue around the end of his shaft. "Make sure you don't cum too quick," she warned him as she gave the underside of his rigid pole a long slow lick. "If you blow your load in Ingrid's mouth you'll ruin the chance to fuck her." Trish swiped her tongue over Jim's scrotum, teasing each of his testicles in her mouth as he hand gave a few pumps on his cock. "She's a criminal mastermind so she might even try a few dirty tricks," the lovely secret agent warned him. Trish's tongue moved down beneath Jim's balls, licking across the sensitive skin between his ballsack and his ass. Her tongue then probed mischievously into his asshole. "Oh fuck!" groaned Jim as the beautiful, stacked blonde tongued his ass. Trish then moved back to Jim's cock, once again sucking it into her warm mouth and bobbing her head rapidly over his cock. She was really putting him through his paces. After a couple of minutes of forceful slurping she started to deep throat him. "Jesus!" moaned Jim as he felt her nose press into his pubic hair, her chin tight against his balls and his entire cock jammed into her mouth. Trish moaned and shook her head slightly, her throat vibrating around the tip of his penis. Trish drew back off his cock, breathing heavily. "Good stamina," she complimented him. "Let's see your cockmanship now." She got up off her knees and knelt on the bed. It seemed that like Anastasia, she wanted to be fucked doggy style. Jim wasn't intending to disappoint her. He knelt on the bed behind her, grabbing her lovely firm ass in both hands and giving it a squeeze. He lined his cock up with the dripping wet entrance to her pussy. "Hmm," Jim started down at Trish's spectacular ass and immediately was reminded of how good his cock had felt in Anastasia ass. After a moment's consideration, Jim aimed a little higher and shoved his hard cock up the gorgeous secret agents ass. "Ouch! Oh fuck!" cried out Trish in surprise as Jim thrust into her. He had a tight grip on her hips and his cock was well lubricated from the thorough blowjob she'd just given him. "Fuck that's tight!" Jim groaned as he thrust into her deeper. "Ow! What the fuck are you doing?" gasped Trish as Jim drew back slightly and then thrust again, this time burying himself deeper into her bottom. "Fucking you up the ass baby," said Jim. "Well get it out! Now!" she snapped with a gasp. "Oh," said Jim, realising that perhaps he should have waited for an invitation before invading her anus. Perhaps only the bad girls liked anal. "Ow!" complained Trish as Jim's thick erection slid out of her. "Now watch where you're aiming that thing and put it in my pussy." Jim shrugged as he slid his cock into Trish's pussy. He slid smoothly in, all the way to the base, his cock enveloped in the clutching heat of her cunt. "Now fuck me like you're going to save the world," said Trish. Jim didn't have to be told twice. He gripped Trish's slim waist and started to fuck her in earnest, driving his rigid erection rapidly in and out of her pussy, their flesh slapping together as he humped against her doggy style. Trish was breathing erratically as Jim vigorously pumped against her, she was obviously enjoying the feel of his hard cock thrusting into her. Jim reached out and grabbed a handful of Trish's blonde hair, pulling her head upwards and causing a delightful arch in her back that caused her ass to press back against his thrusting loins. Jim slammed harder into her, he could feel her wet pussy clutching every inch of his raging erection. "Fuck that's good!" he groaned. It didn't take much longer. Jim gave a few more thrusts of his hips, ramming his dick into the lovely blonde. He gave a sudden loud cry as his balls boiled over, his hot cum spurting from the tip of his cock and filling the secret agent with his jism. "Fuck!" he gasped as he came. Jim held tightly onto Trish's shapely hips as his rod continued to spurt, shooting deep inside her pussy. "Oh Jimbo!" cried out Trish in pleasure. Jim didn't even notice she'd got his name wrong. "Ahhh...that's so good!" he groaned when he finally slipped out of the beautiful blonde. Trish rolled over, breathing heavily herself. She'd actually cum as well when he'd squirted inside her. "I think you've definitely got what it takes to act as Jimbo Bond," she told him, before leaning over to take his spent cock back into her sexy mouth and suck him clean. *** Several hours later, almost shaking with nervousness Jim took a long swallow of Irish stout. Trish and given him a few last pointers and then they'd dropped him back at O'Flaherty's Irish Tavern. "I thought I might find you here," said a familiar voice. Jim turned with a confident smile and saw Anastasia Drako standing behind him. She looked as good as he remembered. Today she was wearing a pair of black, skin-tight trousers and a low-cut black tank top that was showing plenty of her usual cleavage. "I've got someone that would like to meet you Mr Bond," the leggy brunette told him. Jim nodded. "Of course. I've been expecting you." The busty criminal once again led him back to her Lamborghini, only this time she drove and their was no blowjob to be had. Jim considered trying his luck with the buxom brunette but decided he might need all his strength for Ingrid. They stopped on the outskirts of town outside an Italian restaurant and Anastasia instructed him to head inside. The brunette herself did not go with him, but instead got back into her sports car and drove away. Jim went inside the restaurant. "Here goes nothing," he muttered under his breath, trying to suppress his nerves. Inside the restaurant was almost deserted, there was only one customer and she was seated at the bar, sipping from a long cocktail glass. Ingrid von Raven looked even better in person than she had looked in the photograph that Jim had been shown. The curvaceous redhead was dressed in an emerald green cocktail dress that was tight fitting and low cut, perfectly emphasising her formidable bust and long, sleek legs. "Good evening Mr Bond," the woman warmly greeted him. She had a faint eastern European accent. "My name is Ingrid von Raven." "The names Bond, Jimbo Bond," Jim replied as he approached the beautiful redhead. The tight dress clung to every curve of Ingrid's incredible body and Jim couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her lush, hourglass figure, admiring her firm looking, peachy ass, slim waist and the mouth-watering thrust of her ample bosom. "Anastasia said that I would find you interesting, but I am not sure if I agree," her initial warmth now seemed more like distain. Jim frowned, his initial confidence ebbing slightly. For some reason he'd been expecting to just walk in and have her fall to her knees in front of him. It was definitely time for one of those killer pickup lines that Agent Slut had taught him. Jim summoned his wits. "Is your dad a terrorist? Because you're the bomb." Ingrid von Raven glared at Jim, her expression seemed more anger than lust. Perhaps the terrorist pickup line was not the wisest choice. Things were heading south very quickly. Time for Plan B. Ingrid opened her mouth to reply when Jim quickly reached down and unzipped his fly, yanking open the front of his pants and whipping out his cock. It was not quite the proud and triumphant unveiling that Jim had been hoping for however. In fact his cock was actually limp and kind of floppy. Jim winced expected to be kicked out at best, or more likely kicked in the balls. Instead the corner of Ingrid's sexy pout turned up into a smirk. "Well, well, well," she murmured, her gaze locked onto Jim's flaccid manhood. "What do we have here?" Jim froze in surprise, was Plan B working? The beautiful red haired terrorist stepped down off her barstool and approached Jim, her gaze not straying from his crotch. When she was right in front of him she reached out with one perfectly manicured hand and ran the tip of her index finger down along the topside of his soft penis. I'm Not Jimbo Bond Jim swallowed as her cool, soft hand closed around his spongy dick and she gave it a slow, gentle stroke. "Perhaps Anastasia wasn't wrong after all?" Ingrid said as she used the tip of one fingernail to tease one of his testicles. Jim opened his mouth to reply, but swallowed his words when the beautiful woman abruptly sunk to her knees in front of him. His eyes went wide as she lifted his limp penis to her lips and slipped it into her mouth. "Oh wow!" groaned Jim as his soft cock was suddenly enveloped in her mouth. Ingrid gave a noisy suck on Jim's wilted organ, her mouth filling with saliva and bathing him in warmth. She drew back up to the top of his penis, using the tight grip of her lips to stretch his soft length. "Mmm," Ingrid gave a moan and once again worked her lips down to the bottom of his cock, her tongue coming out to lick at his balls while her mouth was still stuffed full of cock. As she moaned around her mouthful of penis, she used her tongue to roll the flaccid organ around inside her mouth, clearly enjoying the rubbery texture of Jim's startled manhood. Jim gave another moan as he let go of his shock and began to enjoy the blowjob. As the gorgeous terrorist leader sucked his cock, it began to thicken and stiffen in her talented mouth. Ingrid started to bob her head over Jim's cock, sucking heavily and filling the room with loud slurping noises. Jim gently rocked his hips in rhythm with her nodding head, his cock growing and stretching her full lips wider. "Oh yeah!" Jim groaned as he pushed his now fully erect cock deep into Ingrid's ravenous mouth. Trish had not been wrong when she'd said that the terrorist loved cock. He reached down and placed one hand on the top of Ingrid's head, grasping her soft red hair as he began to thrust with his hips, pumping her pouting mouth with his erection. Ingrid took his cock effortlessly, she was clearly an experienced cocksucker. Jim's hips pumped rapidly as he repeatedly jammed his hard cock into her tight throat, the throbbing head of his dick sliding across her twitching tongue with each thrust. Ingrid moaned as Jim's thrusting groin slammed against her face, his balls slapping her chin as his hips swung. "That's it, eat that cock bitch!" Jim moaned, amazed at the apparent pleasure the buxom redhead seemed to get from the rough face fucking he was giving her. Jim gave a thrust and held Ingrid's face tight into his crotch, his erection buried to the hilt in her lovely mouth, her nose pressed into his pubes. He held her there, enjoying the feel of her tight lips around the bottom of his shaft, the head of his cock lodged right into her throat. Keeping her head in place, Jim reached down and squeezed one of Ingrid's big tits through her dress, letting the ample orb fill his hand. It felt as though she was braless, her ample boob lush and soft in his palm. "Fuck!" he gave a long groan as he finally released the terrorists head and she fell back off his cock, gasping for air. "Time to fuck," Jim told the horny terrorist. He dropped his pants, standing naked from the waist down in front of the still kneeling redhead. Ingrid had a voracious expression on her face as she stood up, reaching behind to unzip the back of her dress. "Your cockmanship is incredible Mr Bond," she said as her dress fell to the floor, revealing her amazing body. Ingrid wore only a pair of lacy, pale blue, French cut panties. Other than that she was completely naked. Her body was perfect. Slim, yet well toned, with a flat, sexy stomach, long, sleek legs and huge round breasts that seemed to defy gravity, thrusting proudly out from her chest. "I was taught by the best," replied Jim, his thoughts briefly straying to the image of Trish Stratus' beautiful pussy tightly clutching his thrusting cock. "Follow me," Ingrid beckoned him, turning and walking towards a door at the back of the restaurant. Jim followed, watching the sensual roll of her firm buttocks, the lower slopes of which were left exposed by the high cut of her underwear. The red-haired terrorist led him through the door and surprisingly into a bedroom. In the centre was a large heart shaped bed with a leopard-skin rug. Jim glanced up and noticed the roof of the room was mirrored. If he hadn't known better he would have sworn that this was some bachelor's love nest. Apparently he wasn't the first guy that Ingrid von Raven had brought back here. As they entered the room, Jim kicked the door closed and stepped up behind the almost naked beauty. His hands immediately reached around her and pulled her in close against him. His stiff erection nestled between the perfect globes of her panty-clad ass and his hands immediately closed over Ingrid's generous boobs. "Mmm," moaned the gorgeous redhead , grinding her butt back against Jim's uncovered erection, the lacy material of her panties teasing the underside of his hard shaft. Jim gave Ingrid's big tits a firm squeeze, lifting the heavy melons up in his palms and admiring their impressive size and weight. "You've got awesome hooters," he breathed into her ear as he groped them, his fingers sinking into the resilient flesh. "Thank you," murmured Ingrid as she leant back against him, her hips rolling as she rubbed her ass into his crotch, almost giving him a standing lap dance. Jim's fingers found Ingrid's hardened nipples, giving them a squeeze and pinch and rolling them around between his fingertips. "Are you ready for my hard cock?" he whispered to her as he mauled her big boobs eagerly. "I'm more than ready," replied Ingrid, gasping as Jim gave her breasts a particularly rough squeeze. "If Anastasia recommended you, then you must be good." Jim released the beautiful woman's huge tits and squatted down behind her, coming to an eye level with her flawless ass. He reached up and squeezed her peachy buttocks through her panties, then pulled down the final piece of skimpy lingerie. "Lovely," he murmured in admiration. Jim gave Ingrid's firm right buttock a slap. He briefly considered eating her out as Trish had trained him, but decided instead that he wanted to hurry up and get to the fucking. "Get on the bed." Ingrid grinned in anticipation and lay back on the heart shaped bed, her mountainous breasts jutting up off her chest, once again defying gravity. Jim moved onto the bed and knelt between her thighs, taking a long leg in each hand and holding them apart, ready for his entrance. Jim leant forward, his big beer belly sticking out as he brushed the tip of his erect penis against the dripping wet lips of Ingrid's cunt. He paused, teasingly rubbing his cock over her pussy-lips and clit. "Before I fuck you will you make me one promise?" Jim asked. Ingrid's head lurched up off the bed in surprise, the expression on her face was fill of lust and yearning. "What?" she gasped, rolling her hips towards Jim in attempt to slip her cunt down onto the end of his cock. Jim drew back slightly, staying out of reach. "If I fuck you, then you owe me a favour." "Sure," agreed Ingrid offhandedly. "Just hurry up and stick it in me!" Jim smiled as he thrust forward, spearing his rock hard erection into Ingrid's beautiful pussy. If this was what saving the world was all about then he wished he could do it all the time. "Ah!" Ingrid cried out in pleasure as Jim thrust inside her. Jim's hands released her long legs as they wrapped around his waist. He grabbed hold of her beautifully curved hips and began to pump with his hips, driving his hard dick into her wet, clutching vagina. "Oh Jimbo!" the beautiful terrorist groaned, writhing in pleasure as Jim fucked her. Without slowing the rocking thrusts of his hips, Jim slid both hands up across Ingrid's taut stomach to cup and squeeze her immense jugs, kneading the ample melons as he fucked her. She was in bliss, groaning loudly as if Jim was the greatest lover in history. The girl certainly was a nympho. Their flesh slapped noisily together as they fucked, wet squelching noises coming from their rutting genitals. Jim himself was moaned as well, his hands eagerly fondling Ingrid's tits as his flabby butt bounced between her creamy thighs. Jim was getting quite turned on at this point, his chubby body humping between Ingrid's perfect thighs, his hands filled with her massive tits. Ingrid was moaning with obvious pleasure, her lithe body squirming on the end of Jim's thrusting cock. "Fuck that's good!" gasped Jim as he slammed into the gorgeous terrorist. Her tight pussy felt fantastic around his hard cock. Ingrid was breathing heavily, small moans escaping her lips every few seconds as Jim rammed into her more forcefully. "Oh fuck!" cried out Ingrid in pleasure as she climaxed. Her perfect body arching on the bed as Jim sunk to the hilt inside her hot snatch. The beautiful redhead writhed on the bed, moaning and gasping in bliss. "Oh Jimbo!" she moaned, her sleek thighs tightening around Jim's waist as she came. "Mission accomplished," murmured Jim as he watched Ingrid moaning in pleasure, her eyes closed. "What?" she murmured dreamily. "Nothing babe," replied Jim. "I'm gonna cum on your face though." Ingrid's eyes opened in mild surprise as Jim pulled out of her and crouched up at the top of the bed, taking his cock in one hand and aiming the tip at the beautiful redhead's angelic face. Ingrid gave him a naughty grin and she opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue ready to receive his load. She looked just like a pornstar. "Here it comes!" gasped Jim as he rapidly stroked his cock in one hand. With a grunt he came, his cock spurting. Ingrid closed her eyes and gasped as thick ropes of sticky cum spattered into her face. "Fuck!" gasped Jim, his initial spurts missing Ingrid's open mouth and splashing against her cheek and ear. He corrected his aim and the next shot went straight into her mouth, his thick cum coating her tongue. "Oh that's it!" he groaned as he milked out the last few drops. Ingrid grinned broadly, closing her mouth and swallowing his load. She used her fingers to wipe the rest of his semen from her cheek, pushing it between her lips and licking her fingers clean. "That was delicious," she breathed, still in a slightly dazed, post-orgasmic bliss. Jim leant down, feeding his spent cock to her and letting her lick it clean. "I do believe you owe me a favour?" said Jim once she was done. "What?" Ingrid asked, slightly surprised. "In exchange for the root," he reminded her. "Oh right. What do you want?" "I want you to return the nuclear bombs and give yourself up to the authorities," Jim told her. "You what!?" THE END