Xenia told him how Bambi and Thumper had been recruited as young girls. The reports you received of his death were, as Donald Trump would say, fake news.’ ‘By the way,’ she added, ‘I know you think I killed that custodian but I didn’t, he’s alive and well. ‘Yes,’ she agreed, ‘we certainly got straight down to business in that sauna.’ The two talked like old friends and Bond said it was strange how, at their previous encounter, they’d probably exchanged fewer than ten words before he found himself tongue deep in her pussy. She had developed her own martial art approach which empowered women and made them more than a match for their male counterparts. It had, in fact, been established by her great aunt, Katya Onatoppova who’d killed numerous German troops in hand-to-hand combat at the Battle of Stalingrad. She herself had learnt her craft there but the school itself had been established much earlier than the British sources suggested, coming into operation in the dying embers of WW2. She told him he was correct about the pair attending the unarmed assassin academy but said the school was not hers. Xenia sat at the tall countertop while Bond made coffee and they talked.īond told her that he suspected Bambi and Thumper had been students at her secret college in Ukraine. She helped Bond to his feet and the pair walked into the kitchen.
A leopard can’t change its spots and all that.’ ‘Oh that,’ she said grinning, ‘That was just me being me.
‘If that’s true,’ he said, ‘why did you slam my head into the fucking wall?’ That was such a turn-on.’īond had been caught completely off guard by Xenia’s change in demeanour. And besides I quite fancy the idea of trapping that tongue of yours again. ‘I’m not really going to kill you,’ she said her eyes taking on a more friendly appearance, ‘you’re far too valuable for us to lose. She’d kept him like that for about a minute and a half but then lifted herself off him and moved back onto his heaving chest. Her seal wasn’t quite as good as Bambi’s and he was able to snatch tiny gulps of air as Xenia bore down on his face.
She’d copied Bambi’s move, paralyzing Bond’s arms by slipping them behind her knees before pushing her crotch down hard onto his mouth, his nose pressed tightly into the front of her sleek, leather trousers. Only a few hours earlier he’d been fighting for his life, his face trapped under Xenia’s leather bound pussy after she’d ambushed him in the house. She’d told him she had something she wanted to show him and now, as his member was deep in her throat, she revealed her secret, her throat constricting tightly, pinching the tip of bond’s cock and causing incredibly powerful sensations to flow through his body. Xenia had joined them in bed and had now crawled under the covers and was delicately cupping Bond’s balls, lightly squeezing them and tracing tickling patterns on his ballbag with her long, manicured nails.ĭespite its many hours of overnight use, Bond’s cock sprung to life and Xenia wasted no time, running her tongue over it’s eight inch length before taking it into her mouth. He’d woken up after a short, restorative sleep with Bambi and Thumper framing him in the bed, their soft sleep noises making him feel incredibly protective towards them, despite the fact they’d already shown they were more than capable of kicking his ass. What a fucking night, he thought, If Carlsberg made nights… He’d been shaken by Xenia’s earlier assault but now came to life. The desert light streamed through the bedroom window as Bond stirred. It's been my first foray into story writing and I've enjoyed putting them together.Īny feedback would be greatly appreciated. This is (probably) my last installment of this series.
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