Moroccan Nights

James arrived at Heathrow to typical late March weather for England: gusty winds and drizzly skies. It had been nearly two months since he had seen M. Day and night, that’s all that occupied his thoughts. Was he being paranoid, or was she deliberately avoiding him? Lately it seemed as if he was constantly being sent on random cases all over the world. And never did she assign them personally; the orders always came from her secretary, DeLovely, or one of her other assistants. He could not stop thinking about that night in M’s office: her smell, the softness of her skin, the way she looked into his eyes; it all weighed very heavily on his mind.
It was nearly 4pm by the time he finally arrived at his place. Bloody airport, he thought, his flight got in at 1:30! No one is efficient anymore; they were always losing his luggage, causing him to explain the contents once found. He couldn’t wait until MI-6 granted him clearance to fly VIP agent classified so he could bypass all this bullshit. Over a year as a double-O and he still has to fly with civilians?! Absurd. The elevator doors opened on the seventh floor, and James exited, letting out a deep sigh of relief. He opened the door to his apartment, left his bag in the front hall, and hurried to the bar in the sitting room to make a stiff drink. He looked around, stretching his neck and rolling his shoulders; that last assignment in Kazakhstan really did a number on his body. As James began to drink his scotch, he noticed a thin black folder in the teak wood tray that was on the wide chocolate colored ottoman that doubled as a coffee table. You have to be kidding, he thought. I just get back and already I’m being sent away? James didn’t even bother to open the dossier. He ached, and his head was beginning to hurt. All he wanted right now was to bathe and sleep.
He walked through his bedroom and into the bathroom, starting a hot and relaxing eucalyptus bath in the double sized whirlpool tub. Oh how I’d love to get M in here, fucking her until she screams my name. James could feel his dick getting hard and pushing up against his zipper. He popped two aspirins, downed the rest of his drink, undressed, and stepped into the steaming hot water. As he settled back into the tub, he began to feel a bit woozy. He started to wash himself; the water, soap, and oil dripping slowly down his big hard muscles. Each time his hands and wash cloth grazed his sex, it sent jolts of ecstasy through his body, and visions of him doing M in the tub kept running through his mind. His dick was standing at full attention now, and who was he to disabuse it by not touching? James grabbed his hard cock and, stroking it fiercely, he thought of M and her personal assistant DeLovely fucking in his bed:

James stood in the doorway to his room and found M, naked, ass in the air, licking DeLovely’s shaved pussy on his king size cherry wood bed. Loud fervent moans were escaping DeLovely’s mouth as M’s tongue moved in and out of her soft wet cunt. How the hell did they get in here? he thought. But that was hardly the issue at the moment, and he didn’t really care anyway. From his view, he could see M’s wetness gushing out her pussy and trickling down her legs. He felt like he was going to cum in his pants if he didn’t get some release soon. James tore off his clothes and went and stood next to the two women. He watched M get DeLovely off, as DeLovely played with her nipples, causing them to get as hard and erect as possible. As he started to jack off with his right hand, his left one pushed DeLovely’s hands out of the way, and he started to taunt and tease her nipples. He was about to bust, but he wanted nothing more than to come inside of M. As an orgasm shook DeLovely, M caught her cum in her mouth, and shared it with James as he lowered his head and kissed her passionately.
“M, I have to fuck you”, he said in her ear, his breath fanning her neck.
“Please do.” She replied as a devilish smile crossed her face.
James got on the bed behind her and marveled at the beautiful ass before him. DeLovely moved down underneath M and took her breasts in her mouth, fist one, and then the other; flicking her tongue against M’s rock hard nipples causing her to go soft all over again. Spank! Spank! SWAT! The sounds of Bond slapping M’s ass ricochet off the cream colored walls.
“You’ve been naughty”, he said as he kept spanking her firm round bottom, making it turn red, “very very naughty.”
Her clit was hard now as the sharp pain turned to pleasure; she was holding back an orgasm, waiting until is dick was in her to make her explode.
“Oooh James, please, please, fuck me. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard!”
His cock was bouncing up and down now, wanting her sex. He couldn’t wait any longer, and he shoved his fat cock deep into her sopping wet pussy causing her to gasp.
“Oh M, you feel so good. OH FUCK! You feel warm and good.” He said as he thrust himself deeper and deeper in her body.
Bond could feel her cunt muscles contract and expand around his dick.
“James…James…yesyesyesyesYEEEEESSSS!”, M was panting now, as he fucked her good and proper from behind, and she watched DeLovely sucking her tits and finger fucking herself. She was coming, and she reveled in the feeling.
“OH M!” James grunted and bust inside her, his cum spilling out, splashing her ass and dripping down her body and on to DeLovely.


As this last thought crept into his mind, James really did find release; his cum nearly hitting the bathroom ceiling. Calm and satisfied, he dried himself off and went to bed. First order of business in the morning? To go see M and find out what this new venture was all about.
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