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- fantasy.001
- James Bond and Pussy Galore
-
- Bond entered the room. It had been a hard day, and with a bit
- of luck it would be a hard night. Pussy Galore had promised to
- be there by 11:00 pm. It was now 10:00 and Bond decided it was
- time to prepare himself for Pussy.
-
- He had been with Pussy several times in the past and tried to
- recall what had been her pleasure. He recalled sucking her
- stiff nipples for a long time. Her breasts were round and firm
- but it seemed to him that the nipples were much larger than
- normal. He had to admit that he had a real mouthful of Pussy. He
- ended by squeezing the nipples together and sucking both at one
- time. A real mouthful of tit!!!
-
- Another time Bond remembered his face pushed tightly against
- her parted legs. Her juices mixed with his own saliva to
- form a nectar so sweet it was beyond description. With Pussy,
- getting past the smell was never a problem. As a matter of
- fact, his American flag and the paper bag was never required
- when he made it with Pussy.
-
- As he prepared his workbench for the anticipated encounter, he
- contemplated on how she would react if he worked into her anal
- opening. In the past Bond had only briefly explored that
- crinkly crevice but now he decided that it was time to show her
- who the real boss was.
-
- During the past sessions Pussy had responded by giving him
- several blow jobs and had permitted him to fuck her, but he
- felt that he had done most of the work. This time it would be
- different.
-
- He formulated his fantasy. This time he didn't care if Pussy
- received any pleasure. In fact, Bond decided that what he
- wanted to do was give her some real pain. Pain in the ass!!!
- He knew that she would not stand still for his plan, so he
- pulled out some strong rope from the closet for he knew that he
- would have to secure her to the corners of the workbench. What
- game should he play? He decided that the game of interrogation
- would suit his mood tonight. To combine work with pleasure had
- always been Bond's motto. He knew that she called her boss
- once a day for instructions and used a secret code to insure
- her identity.
-
- That would be the game for tonight. To make Pussy reveal who
- her boss is and that secret code. Bond looked in his closet
- and found the implements he was looking for. He looked them
- over and knew that one of the 3 would do the job. He would
- secure her, belly down, on the work bench. Her ass, round and
- firm would be slightly raised. Two openings in the workbench
- would provide access to her breasts and nipples from below.
-
- She would be totally naked and Bond would pose the question,
- "Pussy, don't fuck with me, who do you work for?"
- Her first response would be, "Don't be silly Bond, let's get
- on with it."
-
- Bond would then pull out a bamboo whip he kept for such
- occasions and wave it in front of Pussy's face. "One last time,
- Pussy , who do you work for?"
-
- "Fuck you, Bond, I won't tell.
-
- With that challenge, Bond would drop the whip, pull down his
- pants, straddle Pussy and insert his now stiff 12 inch rod into
- her ass. Moving rapidly up and down, in and out Bond once more
- asked, "Pussy, who do you work for?" Pussy, not accustomed to
- anal insertions, is desperately trying to hold back her screams,
- The pain sears her innards like fire but she refuses to talk.
- Her ass jumps up and down with every stroke until finally,
- Bond, no longer able to contain himself explodes with fury.
-
- He gets up, retrieves the bamboo whip, and holds it high and
- even with the round firm ass below him. Woo sh, it comes down
- and Pussy can't believe the pain. Ten more times, the whip
- descends on that firm round mound. Pussy bounces up and down
- with each stroke, but to no avail, the bonds hold tight.
-
- Bond now gets tired and decides that there must be an easier
- way to extract that information. He pulls out the second
- implement of torture: a pair of steel pliers. He reaches below
- the table, securely grasps the left breast and slowly places
- the nipple in the jaws of the steel pliers. As the pliers
- firmly tighten, Pussy screams out, "stop it Bond, I work for
- Goldfinger.
-
- With that, Bond awakes from his daydream. It's only 10:30 and
- Pussy is not due to arrive until 11:00. He feels wet. He looks
- down and sure enough, his crotch is filled with goo. "Oh hell,
- I sure hope I have some left for Pussy," exclaimed Bond as he
- leaves to change clothes.
-