00SEX!: "No Time To Die!" A complete erotic spy novel.

The book's details/blurb, being that which is found on the back cover of books:

‘She's on her own, though not necessarily alone, and with No Time To Die!'

Five NATO agents lay dead, including Tanya's beloved Boris, while the only clue to the identity of the killers is that of a single letter clue left at each location. Using her wits, intelligence (the ‘I' in MI6) and love of wordplay, Tanya Bond, code name 00SEX, forms the letters into an acronym, one that spells trouble in the form of an evil group with devastating plans for mankind. Although warned off by a governmental minister, she nonetheless goes in search of the killers. Taking in Russia, Venice Italy and Germany, in pursuit of their secret headquarters.

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Due to the enthralling plot, not to mention the erotically charged sex that 00SEX enjoys along the way, the book is presented in its entirety. Over 48 thousand words, more than half the length of a 250 page paperback book.

Don't mess with this sassy lassy! She's cool, sexy and kick-ass fit! She's Secret Agent 00SEX! With a ‘License To Thrill!'

What you have here is a book that appeals to both men and women and on many levels.

First and foremost, it is an erotic spy novel, one featuring the exploits of British secret agent Tanya Bond/00SEX. Forget 007 and all those unrealistic gadgets as Tanya uses her wits, feminine guile and her astute mind to battle through as many as 11 exciting and 10 blisteringly hot erotic chapters in pursuit of those responsible for the murders of 5 agents.

Be advised, although all but the 2nd chapter feature a well-described erotic encounter involving Tanya Bond, in order to maintain a balance to the book, additional encounters within a chapter may either be short or merely touched on.

NB. The names of foreign characters, mostly Russian, along with airports, flights and flight times, etc, were carefully researched on the internet.

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Disclaimer: The events and characters described in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, either living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Copyright © 2018 All scenarios and ideas contained in this book are the sole copyright of the author who's pen name is: Chris-t6290. (Chris Thomlinson). No part of this book's content may be copied in any way, shape or form, nor, for that matter, can the idea or anything remotely like it be used in the making or plot of a film or TV series.

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Chapter 1: Frozen Dessert!

Story outline: For the latter part of my previous mission, I'm helped by Boris, a Russian agent and former lover. Leaving him to set the explosives, I secure the plans for a new nuclear weapon, then it's off down a snow packed mountain with an unexpected danger coming up on us fast!

Men! Love them, yes, but they can be so weak. Take the black widow's mate as a perfect example. Too shagged out, having given up his seed, to notice her fatal sting. With me, though, it was Boris, a fellow, Russian, agent I found myself paired with for my last mission.

Although the cold war had been consigned to the previous century, along with it, the decommission of Russia's nuclear weapons, there were, unfortunately, more men like Havlick seeking to trade in plutonium and make a fast Euro.

An enemy was looking to make a new weapon with it. Thankfully, we tracked down the villain and I left Boris to take care of the explosives while I used my feminine wile to secure the plans. After that, and with 30 seconds to get clear of the factory, one that was subsequently buried in a snow packed ridge, we put on our ski's and high tailed it down a pure white slope, one that shone brightly in the mid-morning sun.

Moments later, we heard the fireworks as the explosions buried the factory, along with the small sample of plutonium, in rubble.

"You got the plans, then, Tanya," exclaimed Boris, as we continued to ski. Safe in my backpack I nodded to him.

"Oh shit! Hurry! Keep going! Don't stop!" he urged, having looked back towards me as I followed his lead.

It only needed one guess; by me, anyway. The explosion had produced an avalanche and it was quickly sliding towards us. I dug my ski poles into the snow covered ground and gave a hard push.

"What's keeping you?" I intoned as I zipped past the big lump. He was big alright and in more ways than one.

In the distance and up a slope, I caught sight of a cabin and quickly pointed Boris towards it. Adrenalin was pumping through my body and not just from the thrill of outrunning a snowdrift as it had subsequently become.

As soon as I hit the incline, I turned to catch sight of my Russian counterpart. He was huffing and puffing as he put one ski before the other. See what I mean; weak.

"Wow! That was pretty exiting. You okay, big guy," I said as I watched and waited for Boris to join me. From there, we trudged up the slope to the cabin. Boris was almost out of breath, I noticed, from his deep breathing.

Upon arriving at what had to be an empty cabin, the explosions being loud enough to wake even the dead, I volunteered to collect some of the already cut logs while Boris checked the cabin itself.

"No one's home, Tanya," he announced, while I made a note of our surroundings and called James with an update.

"Well done, Tanya. You've got the plans, I take it."

"Yes, sir. We, I'm hold up in a cabin," I informed him.

"Good, keep them safe," he told me, his tone serious while being less, I noticed, no doubt from when he paid me a visit with the PM a few months ago.

"Extraction in about 60 minutes," I said, and then ended the call and collected a bundle of logs for a warm romantic fire.

Upon entering the cabin, I noticed that my Russian counterpart already had a small fire going while a bigger one was slowly smouldering in my core. Making my way across to the hearth, I passed Boris who was sat on a fur-like white rug. I then, crouching down, placed the bundle in the inglenook and added a couple of the short logs to the fire.

"Come here, Tanya," Boris said, his hand on my right shoulder pulling me back and causing me to topple over. Laid on his side next to me, his blue eyes shone and twinkled in the glow of the fire while my breasts began to palpitate with expectancy as he leaned over and moved his hand to grasp the ring of my white ski jacket.

"You first," I said, and then pushed him back.

With a single simple flip, he was laid beside me. It was my hand that was subsequently drawing down his zip, only it wasn't his jacket. I'd had a taste of Boris before and I wanted a re-match - on my terms, though.

All of three years ago it was, and me a secret agent of just nine months. Yes, pleasurable and memorable times. Not just with Boris, but his Russian comrade Gorgi. Now, though, alone in the cabin, I wanted to show the lovely big Russian agent below me, and who's equally big cock I was getting ever closer to, that I'm just as strong as him in the sack.

"Tanya, lover," he exclaimed, no doubt amazed at my forwardness.

Well, if you want something, go out and get it, is what Gloria Gaynor sang, and I most certainly am a go-getter when it comes to eroticism and making love. For me, you don't have to love someone 24/7 in order to make love to them, just treat them respectfully, that's all, and exactly what I intended to do with Boris, despite our countries differences. Détente!

"Has it grown since last time?" I jollied. "Emn, let me see," I intoned, licking my already moist lips in readiness to lick, suck and damn well fuck Boris' upstanding flagpole as I reached inside his boxer shorts to feel.

A frisson of pleasure ran up my warm body as I grasped, as best I could, his warm erection. Clearly, he was just as horny as I was while the glans were noticeably sticky from a deposit of pre-cum. I wasted no time after that in getting his salopettes and shorts down; his wonderful big long cock springing up and then bobbing around before settling upright like a thick flagpole, one I would be sliding my wet pussy and lovely tight ass up and down before too long.

"I take it that's for me," I crooned, before moving closer, my chin resting on his right thigh as I admired the statuesque erection before my eyes, each one wide open and dilated.

Tentatively, rather than trembling, I reached my hand towards the hilt of Boris' immenseness and managed to take some form of control and direction towards my lips with my fanned out hand. Boris simply moaned as I ran my warm wet tongue around the turgid puffy glans, tasting, as I did, the sweetness of his pre-cum before directing my tongue, while I cradled his shaft in my left palm, down and up his warm thick veiny shaft a few times and then settled on licking the sensitive rim of the crown.

"Uh-uh," I forestalled him when I felt Boris' hand move towards my own ski bottoms in search of my wet pussy. I wanted to concentrate my efforts fully on the task very much in hand. I wanted Boris to give up his first load before he got to dine on my sweet pussy, to smell her aroma and plunge his tongue deep inside my honey pot. Yes, he was quite the bear, both in that respect and his build.

With no more interruptions, I licked his ball sac, teased his cum filled balls and then lovingly sucked each egg before slithering my tongue up and then down his powerful shaft a few more times, ending with a defined moan from my Russian lover and stud.

"You ready, Boris, ready to once again fuck my mouth with this lovely big cock of yours?" I crooned, fixing him with a more than serious gaze followed by a wink as I moved up higher on him, soon taking his mushroom shape cockhead between my lips and stopping just below the rim.

For the briefest of moments, he allowed me the time to flick and lick the head some more, even tease the opening from which his creamy hot cum would subsequently shoot when it flooded my mouth as expected.

When I relaxed the vague grip of my lips he moved his right hand to my head. Then, and between us, even though he no doubt thought it was all him, I took his lovely Russian weapon deep into my mouth and throat.

He, we both of us fucked my face like that for nigh on 12 minutes before Boris flooded my mouth with his delicious creamy spunk. He even released his grip afterwards. To show him my appreciation, I wiped the sticky head and shaft over each of my warm florid cheeks; more so from the warmth of the fire.

I then undressed my lovely Russian equal and then took his hand and returned it to the ring of my jacket. ‘All yours,' I indicated, as I knelt over him, his semi-hard cock laid vertical in respect of his body and along the crease of my horny wet cunt.

Boris took his time undressing and revealing my shapely tits, which, compared with his cock, had become fuller.

"Tanya!" he exclaimed, upon seeing them and then drew me closer and over him while raising his upper body to meet them.

"That's okay, emn, yes," I moaned, as I felt his response between my humid thighs. "Let me. You did, after all, risk your life, killing those bad men, it's the least I can do and more," I intoned, as I leant over him and soon had my hands at either side of Boris' shoulders and my tits within easy reach of his attention and mouth, my wet pussy slowly gyrating back and forth along his slowly but surely firming up shaft.

"That's it, suck it, oh, God, yes, more," I urged, as he rolled the other nipple. The second fire was blazing away and about to get out of control, it just needed that one important spark and I got it when the once more hard cock between my lips caught my horny clit.

"Fuck, yes, me, God. Fuck, yes!" I jolted, as an overdue climax ripped through me and trickled over my Russian lover's erection.

Although I'd allowed 60 minutes, I had to get to the rendezvous point, a mini-sub that would take me, along with the safely secured plans, back to a ship and from there a helicopter ride to the nearest airport.

To speed things along I flipped myself around and was soon knelt with my wet and dripping sex above Boris's face; his lips immediately making contact with mine, although turned differently. That didn't stop him, though, it never does any man, nor woman for that matter, and I cried out my pleasure, my hands in my shoulder-length black hair as he sucked on my fuck lips and then consumed my pussy flesh and mound.

I rocked, oh, God did I rock, back and forth on his divine tongue as it explored the warm wet depths of my needy cunt.

"Urgh, fuck! Me! Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, oh, oh yes, emn, more. Make me cum, make me cum on your tongue, your mouth, your lips, your face," I urged, once more flexing my hips at him, on him, driving his tongue so tantalizingly pleasurably deep in my dowsed pool, and then.

Silence as my orgasm, a pretty powerful one, indeed, consumed me.

"Stay right there," I told Boris, as, maintaining my position, I slowly slid down my lover's body until I was back where I had started.

"I want you, Boris, to watch as you fuck your lovely hard cock deep inside me, filling me up with its thick length," I intoned, demandingly, as I once more grasped the hilt and held his shaft in position.

Wavering above it, I first felt the warmth of the glans, followed by their stickiness from earlier as they eased along my equally sticky thighs. Rather than tease the head along my puffy wet mound, I popped it inside and held myself there, giving Boris a most erotic view of his cock being held by just my cunt lips.

"Amazing!" he said, and I couldn't agree more, both imagining it in my head and feeling his bulging mass and girth inside me.

"Fuck, emnnn," I moaned, languidly, as I worked my hips and sodden pussy down and up the first several inches of Boris' wonderful firm weapon; it was certainly doing wonders for me just then.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," I cried out, as, having Boris moved his hands to open my ass cheeks up, he got a fuller view of me as I fucked myself up and down his warm thick veiny length. Even the blood pulsed as it ran around his strong body. Soon, I was slapping my ass cheeks and thighs down on his groin as my body hurtled towards yet another climax.

"Fucking amazing. Right! Well, you've earned an invitation to my backdoor; that's my ass, Boris," I informed him; he obviously not being aware of the American connotation.

Knelt as I was, he slid out from beneath my sweat covered body and was soon up and behind me. Again, I took a hold of his cock and he once more spread my cheeks. I then directed his manliness to my awaiting asshole and eased the head inside.

"Fuck my ass, Boris, fuck it, YES! Hard and deep, fuck me and cum, I want, more, again," I urged. My sentence was incomplete but he knew exactly what I wanted as I lowered my upper body and took a most satisfying ass fuck and ride on Boris' love stick until he came, pumping his second load deep inside my ‘backdoor' where it swam around.

Before he was fully conscious, I was quickly dressed, just like the black widow, though, with no intention to be rid of him. With the plans secured, I said: "I'm off, now, lover. It was wonderful getting to know you again."

"But, Tanya," he said, his words dying out in the distance as I clicked on my ski's and slid down the incline I had earlier noticed. After a while, and with a plateau of ice caps in the near distance, I activated the beacon on my watch and made my way towards them.

‘There she is,' I regaled, as I welcomed the sight of the mini-sub breaking the icy surface, along with my personal flag. A white thong hanging from one side of the waistband to that of the other, the ‘V' of the material flapping around in the cold breeze.

"How was Boris?" enquired Jasmin as I locked and sealed the hatch. Well, I could hardly sink to the fictional James Bond's sexist low by having a man meet me, now, could I?

"Horny, as ever," I replied, little realising, as I stowed the plans in the sub's safe, what the impending future had waiting for me,

"How long," I said, "before we make it back to the ship?" I intoned, reaching over Jasmin's right shoulder and flicking on the autopilot switch.

"Tanya! Ms Bond," she exclaimed, as I draped my hand down towards hers and helped Jasmin up.

"45 minutes, emn, yes," she lilted and moaned, as I drew down the zip of my pilot's warm cream coloured jacket which I then eased off her shoulders.

"Spectacular," I extolled, having caught sight of her shapely breasts, not too dissimilar to that of my own, I concluded and soon confirmed once I had Jasmin's top pulled up and over her head.

"Did he fuck you?" she enquired.

"Most certainly, he did, and he's got such a big long cock too," I informed Jasmin, as I undid her matching salopettes and then invited her to lay on the fur-like couch.

Even as I drew her stained white thong over her hips and down her lithe legs, I noticed the unique intoxicating scent of her namesake. Although it was the preference of hippies and concert audiences of the 1970's, on the naked woman before me it had a mystique all of its own.

"How were they?" I said, catching the distinct smell of sex on her body as I drew closer to Jasmin's blonde pussy, her mound silky smooth and dew moist, I noticed, while she had a small tuft of blonde pubes above her already hardened clit.

"The sailors," I prompted her hesitancy before slowly sliding my tongue all the way along her sweet gash, finishing off each time with a flick against her distended clit.

"You fucked them, didn't you? Yes, a slut like you would; a slut like you couldn't resist all that hard dick."

"Did they make you cum?"

"Did you cum on their big hard cocks?" I said, my fingers, all four, deep inside Jasmin's horny wet cunt as I urged my tongue back and forth along the hard stalk of her sheathed clit.

"Yes, yes. Make me cum, make me cum, Tanya," the young naked woman before me cried out.

I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her hard. Then, when she came, I replaced my fingers with my tongue and filled her tight little asshole up with my fingers, just the three, despite the many cocks she'd had up it.

Leaving her to glory and wallow in the wonder of afterglow, I removed my skiwear and equally wet thong, especially at the back. I then reposed her legs and slid mine either side of Jas' in a scissors position for girls, our pussies and clits touching. With our right hand resting on the other one's shoulder, we then rocked and motioned ourselves around, circling, twisting and grinding together until we found a rhythm.

"Captain Meadows, he had the biggest cock. He fucked it up my tight little asshole and then he invited three of his officers to try me. They were all so big and so fucking lovely. I cried out for them to fuck me, to fuck my ass, fuck my cunt. Huh, huh, huh. Fuck my mouth," Jasmin unburdened herself in between us both cumming.

I then lay back and welcomed Jas' equal attention, her tongue was soft and she knew what to do. A cock's okay, but, a woman's touch, it's so sensual and giving. When a man fucks you, your clit can be neglected, especially in contrast to the way a woman can feel. Emn, now give me a woman licking and sucking my clit while a man fucks his big bone into me, perfect heaven every time.

"Where did they cum, the first time, on your face" I crooned, my own climax not far away.

"They had me swallow them, Tanya, their hot creamy sticky spunk lingering in my mouth before I finally gulped it all down.

"Good, girl. Never let a protein drink go to waste," I said, and then sat up and kissed her before licking myself from around her lips.

"Best we get dressed," I said, and then gave my pilot one more lingering kiss, just before a voice announced 15 minutes. ‘Oh, well, maybe one more taste of her pussy and ass,' I decided...!

Alighting from the sub, I was greeted by captain Meadows, a young handsome man indeed. Yes, I could certainly see how Jasmin fell for his charms.

"Welcome aboard, Ms Bond."

"That's okay, captain, no need to be formal, call me Tanya," I said.

"I'm afraid the helicopter's been delayed. Bad weather," he informed me, as he escorted me towards the lower deck. ‘That rather explained why it was he who met me,' I realised.

"I see. Well, in that case, what say we go somewhere private in the meantime. Maybe two of your senior crew can join us, go over the plans I secured and see what you make of them," I suggested.

Presently inside captain Meadows' office, the plans hit the table, where they remained, and my clothes soon hit the floor followed by my knees.

They'd been up and down, the zips on my winter wear that is, and off quite a few times that day, and many more times since I bought them in Paris before going onto Switzerland. Suffice it to say, I got an equal serving of ‘Swiss cheese' from Captain Meadows and his senior officers, Johnson and Daniels. Well, I mean, cooped up on a ship for months at a time and with no female company, they, the senior officers, in particular, were entitled to blow off and not just steam; yummy.

I bid and kissed a fond adieu to the hunky crew as I boarded the chopper, which took me to the nearest commercial airport. From there, I caught the first flight to Heathrow and home.

‘Men!' Okay, I admit it. I can't live without them, despite their frailties, while, and let's face it, no woman can fuck my ass the way a man can.

Chapter 2: EGRES!

Story outline: Back in London, when I entered James' office, both Fluffy and my boss looked glum, and for good reason. Several agents, including my beloved Boris, had been assassinated, while the Russian's blamed me. With my emotions under control, I discovered some interesting clues in the SOC photo's, clues that pointed to a new enemy: ‘EGRES!'

The flight back to London was long, enough, after the time I'd enjoyed with Boris, to reflect on where I was, romantically, if at all. James' former secretary (I could no longer bring myself to say his name, even in my thoughts) was someone I had sex with. By comparison, Fluffy and I were lovers. Not committed ones, mind, but there was definitely some chemistry there.

Each time I go into the office, my saviour blushes. When I'm home, not working, we go out of a weekend. She accepts the sexual aspect of my job, something she realised first hand all those months ago when I was dangling from the balcony of a French hotel and fell into her arms - literally. I suppose I love to be loved and love in equal or more measure, a giver more than a taker, that's me; just ask Jasmin, who gets to be surrounded by a crew of sailors for months on end, lucky slut.

For a change, rather than circle above London for as much as an hour, the plane landed on time. I'd already changed into more practical attire after my ‘meeting', such as it was, with Captain Meadows and his senior crew members; a fine and upstanding group of men, indeed, one that the United Kingdom could be proud of.

With my suitcase collected, I went through customs without a hitch having shown my passport and unique ID and received a welcome home smile from the rather fetching customs official. I then quickly made my way to where I had left my maroon coloured ford Capri, which I immediately unlocked as I approached it. Once I was inside my ever reliable car, I secured the plans in a secret compartment and sped off to London and Whitehall. It was just after 4pm, enough time to hand over the plans, give James my report, with regards the mission, and return home to my apartment. It was Friday, so...!

When I entered James' outer office, although Fluffy was sat behind her desk, looking sexy as ever, in my eyes, as usual, she seemed more anxious than surprised to see me.

"Bond's here, sir," she called through to James using the intercom on her desk. And with that, as I've done many times before, I made my way to the first of two doors. Upon turning the second handle, I stepped into my boss's office, only to notice he had company.

"Bond, you're okay, then," James flustered. Just like Fluffy, there was an anxious look on his face, only for him to perk up, though far from smile.

"Yes, sir. Here are the plans," I said, as I handed them to him. Obviously, the suited and tied man was an expert on weaponry, there to give his expert analysis - or so I figured.

"You look worried, sir, is everything okay?" I asked, the plans just sitting there.

"You haven't heard, then," he said, his voice filled with despondency. As if someone had died.

"You best sit down, Tanya," my boss invited. If it was bad news, and it certainly seemed to be by all acounts, it had to concern me, I realised.

"Several agents, international ones, have been killed - murdered. We thought you were among them," James informed me.

"Me, sir," I exclaimed, unable to believe what I was hearing, only for my boss to drop one almighty bombshell on me.

"There's no easy way to say this, Tanya," James began and then paused. "Boris, Tanya. He was one of them. Found dead in a cabin - I'm sorry," James informed me.

I bit my lip to numb the pain, which, at that very moment, was welling up inside me. ‘I'd just made love with him early that day, a feeling never to be replaced.'

"The Russians think you were responsible Ms Bond...the plans," the other one said, their no doubt thinking being that I killed my lover and made off with them.

"I told them it wasn't possible. You're not licensed to carry weapons let alone kill someone," James assured me.

For a short while, as I sat there, I mulled over what I was hearing, and for the first time, before pushing my feelings to the back of my mind. "You said several agents, sir," I intoned, my thoughts once more centred and positive.

"Yes. That's not all, though," the other one took over the briefing.

"They are all on the list a Malcolm Wood acquired and, according to you, sold."

"What we're asking, Tanya, is, did the programme take effect?" James enquired. ‘Even now, and from wherever James' former secretary was wallowing, the possible effects of his treachery continued to prosper,' I realised.

"Most certainly, James. I watched it load and the virus take effect, no doubt about it," I assured them.

"Either someone or some group has to be behind it," I said.

"Is it just those agents -" I began to enquire.

"Five in all," James informed me.

"Doesn't that strike you as odd," I continued.

"The whole thing sounds bizarre, Tanya," exclaimed James, while a thought manifested itself in my astute mind.

"Have you got the SOC photos we can look at, possibly find a clue," I suggested. The one thing about such killings is they love to leave a calling card, be they an assassin or evil new group, as would appear to be the case.

Having clicked on his mouse, James turned the monitor towards me. In each photo, the victim was in bed, except for poor lovely Boris. Damn, I'm going to miss the big Russian bear and his, dare I say it at this rather serious time, his lovely big cock, we had some exciting times together.

"My guess, gentlemen, having studied the photos, is, it's a woman. A black widow," I informed them of my findings.

"A what?" James exclaimed, not catching my drift, understandably, from my thoughts at the start of the first chapter.

"Apart from Boris," I said, "the others seem to have been likewise intimate with their killer, just like a..."

"Yes, yes, yes," James said, before coughing, indicating sparing the other man present such sordid details, despite their significance, as I scanned the pictures with my 20-20 vision to see what else I could find.

Just then, I noticed something odd in the one of Boris. Although small, it, nonetheless, was out of place. I then got James to put just his photo on the screen. Whatever it was, it wasn't fully clear.

"Can you zoom in on this area?" I asked, indicating it with my finger.

"We can do better than that, Ms Bond," the other man said, and with that, James pressed a button on his desk and a large image of the photo appeared on the white wall opposite.

Although I moved my hand to point it out on the screen, I cast no shadow. ‘Amazing,' I thought.

"There, a letter, do you see? ‘S', I think."

"Yes. I do believe she's onto something, minister. Well done, Tanya," James congratulated me on my astute observation, finally indicating the well-turned-out man in his office.

After checking the other photos for similar clues, we found the following five letters: ‘S' from Boris, ‘E' from a French agent, ‘G' from an Italian, ‘E' from a German and ‘R' from Alex a British agent.

"As it is, just these five letters, James, minister, it's not much to go on," I intoned, only to recall that the ‘E' in the photo of the French agent was like that of ‘€', the currency symbol for the Euro. ‘Could it be a capital letter,' I wondered. Either way, it was a start, a thin one, but...!

"What about the times of the murders, could that be a clue as to the order of the letters," I suggested.

Having consulted the times, we were no closer, only for me to remind James and the minister of the time differentials between each country and GMT, in particular.

"Let's just see," James pondered, his voice notably positive. "Boris was last, the French agent first, then the Italian, followed by the German and finally, Alex. That's ‘€GRES'!" he announced.

"Clever, very clever," I intoned. "It means to exit, and, well...!" indicating they had all left this mortal coil as it's known.

"The letters, Bond, they must stand for something," James said, once more seeking my knowledge and love of word play, while the minister took himself to a corner of the room, no doubt to call someone higher up with what I, we, had discovered.

"I'm guessing € stands for Evil, then ‘Group'. R could be Rule. I'm not sure on the other two, though," I made my deduction known.

"So, it is a group, then," the minister exclaimed.

"Put your best men on it, James, the PM's counting on you."

"Thank you for your assistance young lady," he said, before saying something in confidence to my boss.

"Yes, well, I don't doubt your concern is with Boris, Tanya. You're too close and personal while the Russians may not be fully convinced. Take a week off to mourn, look up some ‘old friends'," he said, hinting at...!

"Okay sir, minister," I said, agreeably, and left them to talk it over further.

"Are you okay, Tanya," Fluffy enquired, as to my pretence of sullenness.

"Yes, I'll be fine. I just need some time alone, someone close has been killed along with several others. I need time to mourn and James has kindly given me a week off. You'll be alright without me for company?" I said.

"I'm sorry to hear of your loss. I'll be here if ever you want to talk, Tanya," Fluffy assured me. And with that, I bowed my head, kissed her forehead and said goodbye.

Once more inside my Capri, I called up a travel agency I knew and booked a flight to East Germany. Although James made mention that Boris' funeral was on Tuesday, I stood no chance of making my way through Russian customs un-detected, while the border between Germany and Russia had been torn down with the infamous wall.

I was resolutely determined to pay my respects to Boris and in person. I had my suspicions that the assassin, whoever she was, would be there to gloat. Also, I was very much on my own, as was usually the case.

‘Let's do this, and not just for Boris,' I exclaimed to myself, as I revved up the engine and headed home to my apartment.

Chapter 3: Funeral For A Friend!

Story outline: Attending my Russian lover's funeral, I run into Gorgi and notice a suspicious character in the wings. Later on, I get hauled out of a restaurant and taken to police headquarters where I'm interrogated in the most pleasurable way possible...Ouch!

It was the day before Boris' funeral that I crossed into Russia from East Germany and without a hitch or problem. As I did, I realised just how easy it was to traffic the contents of decommissioned nuclear weapons out of Russia. ‘Will the world ever be safe from the spectre of such atrocities,' I took a moment to consider, if only for Boris and the final mission we shared.

I believed in God as a creator, not sure about the afterlife, though. If there was one, I hoped that Boris and the other dead agents were looking down on me as I drove deeper into Russia, maybe watch over and guide me in my eventual pursuit of the assassin and EGRES, still to figure out, fully, what the letters actually stood for.

I entered the centre of Russia at nightfall. Perfect timing, I commended myself, as I drove down several more streets and parked up outside a cheap motel. Taking my overnight case from the boot, I locked it and went inside. At least here I wouldn't be recognised, especially with the blonde wig I had from Rome all those months ago. I also had my black jump suit with me, something to wear under cover of night, I realised.

"Just the two nights," I replied. With a hotel such as that one, frequented by working girls and the like, there was little need for me to sign in.

"Room 8, up the stairs and on the left," the rotundant man, sat behind the desk, informed me, and then went back to watching what looked like porn. ‘How the country had changed,' I thought to myself, be it for the better or not.

Inside my cheap hotel room, I unpacked my case and hung up the respectful clothes I had brought for my dear friend's funeral and then placed the others, few that there were, in one of the draws of a tallboy. I then left the hotel and found a lovely restaurant where I had an enjoyable evening meal before taking in the night air and ambience that is central Russia.

The next morning I awoke to the sound of a bird singing outside my window. I rose out of bed after a comfortable night's sleep and then wrapped a robe around me before going in search of a bathroom. Just a toilet. ‘Oh well,' I shrugged, and after my morning ablution, I removed my robe and settled for a strip wash, instead.

Returning to the restaurant, I had a light breakfast of kippers and grilled tomatoes with a generous mug of tea. After that, and, again, leaving a generous tip, I returned to my hotel and changed into the clothes I'd brought for Boris' funeral. Full black lingerie, including a basque, a black blouse and skirt and a black mac. Russia, even at the best of times, can be cold and wet.

With 45 minutes to spare, I applied feature altering make-up and a rouge lipstick, which I placed in my black shoulder bag. Just then, as I looked at myself in the mirror, very much the widow, it appeared, a tear, just the one, rolled down my cheek. ‘I so needed that.' It was the first, since James broke the news to me almost a week ago. With a stiff upper lip and British steel about me, I let it roll down my face and then made my way downstairs.

Climbing into my hire car, I drove back through town and then onto where the funeral was being held. I arrived just as those paying their respects gathered outside. Although I would have loved to have attended the service, I ran the otherwise risk of being discovered; besides which, I had a feeling, not so much a sixth sense, that the assassin would also be there, lurking in the background, much like myself, and gloating at her achievement.

Doing my best to blend in with the mourners, I casually gazed from side to side before returning my vision to watch Boris' mahogany coffin slowly sink into the ground and out of sight. As it did, I sensed what felt like the indentation of the point of a gun press into my back.

"So, you came, Tanya. Yes, I suppose you would," a distant familiar voice exclaimed. Distant in that it had been a few years since I last heard it.

"I'm here to pay my respects, Gorgi. I loved Boris, he was...he was the closest to a relationship, even with our contrasting country's differences," I informed him.

"So, why else are you here, herm," he intoned, doubtful of me.

"The same reason there's a gun in my back. The assassin, she would be here as well," I said.

"Also, and since I'm not here on official business, what do you know of ‘EGRES'?" I invited his help, only for the gun to be lowered and Gorgi move closer. I then felt the recognisable firmness and warmth of Gorgi's ‘love gun' as it pressed against my curple. My thoughts immediately returned to when it was that bit lower and deep inside my ass.

"You know, Tanya, I've missed you," he whispered into my right ear. As he did, Gorgi's cool breath flitted across my lobe and sent warm sensations buzzing through my body. I'd just seen my lover of last week interned and yet there I was, a woman supposed to be mourning that loss, becoming horny and aroused; my clit pushing against my thong as I rubbed my ass, wantonly, against his firm erection.

"Later, this is sacrilege, even though I want you inside me, Gorgi," I fended him off.

"An evening meal, then. Treat yourself to a dress. I'll pick you up in Red square at 8," he said and then withdrew himself to stand several yards away.

Gazing at him one final time as the throng broke up, I caught sight of a black haired woman who was standing between two distant trees. Was that a smile, I noticed, and made my way to where she was stood.

‘Out of my way,' my mind exclaimed, as I fought against the on comers. When I reached the spot, however, she'd fled. Just then, and in the light that broke between the overhead branches and leaves, I noticed something glint on the ground. Stooping, as I got closer, it looked like an earring complete with hook. Picking it up, I turned it over.

‘Scorpio, so, that's your name,' I surmised from the black image of a scorpion, more deadly than any black widow. Just then, the last line of a parable came to mind. ‘It's in my nature'.

‘Whoever you are and wherever you are, I'll be seeing you,' I vowed, and quickly placed it in the pocket of my mac to show Gorgi later. In the meantime, I made my way back to where I'd discreetly parked my car and drove off to buy myself a dress.

Come the evening and dolled up for a romantic meal, some catching up, and to see if Gorgi had found out anything about EGRES, I pulled on my mac and headed off to Red square.

Giving me a long welcome kiss, one that ignited my earlier feelings and sensations, my lover's friend and comrade took me to a popular restaurant; his thinking being, I would hardly go in there myself, and certainly not with him.

We ordered a main course and left room for dessert. We both had a tender steak with chips and mushrooms. There was nothing new about EGRES while Gorgi was unable to help me decipher the other letters. Just as I picked up the last piece of steak, though, a commanding voice, from one of two police officials exclaimed: "Tanya Bond. Come with us."

Getting up, Gorgi reached out his hand to object. I quickly took the opportunity, while they were distracted, to place the earring in his other hand, hoping that, if I didn't see him later, it would in some way help.

The manager smiled, smugly, as I was taken out to an awaiting car and bundled in the back. I said nothing and they asked nothing. As far as they were concerned and knew, I was the assassin until I could calmly convince them otherwise, which was my only option if I wanted to complete what was an unofficial mission.

At their headquarters, I was marched into a room by my arms, no handcuffs, mind, and told to sit the other side of an interrogation table - We interview suspects whereas Russia prefers interrogation. They each pulled up a chair the other side and waited, not long, as a short while later a door flew open and in lurched a brick shit house built police interrogator. ‘Oh well, so much for hoping I could fuck my way out of my dilemma,' I realised.

"Ms Bond," he said, his voice rather normal, considering his hulk-like physique.

I simply smiled my confirmation, noticing in him something different. He was big, of that there was no doubt, however, he struck me as being savvy; he knew things above the pay grade of the other two officers. That prompted me to sit up and be attentive.

"You've been brought here..." At which point, I put my cards on the table, soon to be followed by more, in fact.

"I entered Russia yesterday to pay my respects to my lover, Boris."

"That's not what..."

"Look, just let me tell you what happened, truthfully, then you can do with me as you see fit, alright."

"While Boris set the charges in the factory I secured the plans. We then skied down the slope with an avalanche heading towards us from the explosions. From there we made our way to an abandoned cabin where I waited for...What's funny? Why are you smirking? I didn't kill Boris, I couldn't, we -" I blurted out, stopping myself from giving any intimate details.

"You're a spy, Ms Bond, just like Boris was, rest his soul in peace."

"Yes, but I don't kill enemy spies, nor anyone for that matter," I informed them, both emphatically and adamantly.

"Okay, continue. You were in the cabin. For quite some time by all accounts," he pushed for an explanation.

"That's it, we were, you know, together," I said, not wanting to spell it out.

"And what were you up to," he spelt it out, nonetheless.

"Well, I certainly wasn't making plans to kill Boris, if that's what you're suggesting."

"What, then?" he insisted.

"Ohwl!" I exclaimed, flustered and frustrated at his impertinence while my hands made an obscene gesture; two fingers of the right poking back and forth of the encircled ones of my left.

"Satisfied," I said, and then stood up, my hands on my hips as if to say do your worst. In fact, what they subsequently did turned out to be their best.

Hands grabbed me and soon my dress was over my head and shoulders and on the floor. ‘So much for my thinking I couldn't fuck myself out of my dilemma,' I quickly realised, as hands covered my body: my tits, which were mauled; my ass, which was pulled apart and teased with a warm tongue, while each hand soon felt the warm flesh of a hard-on and hands went to work undoing my basque.

"So, emn, yes, you do believe I didn't kill Boris," I said, needing to get that clear before things got too hot and sweaty between us.

"What! Of course, emn, lovely delicious ass," the hulk of them said, before returning to his feast as I got on with stroking the lovely warm cocks that so filled my hands.

Being a spy, it's not always about sex, when it is, though, you just have to dive in and go with the flow, and just then, they had me going and with his big fat tongue up my ass and his big fat fingers in my pussy I was cumming, God, was I cumming, the drips sounding as they splashed and bounced off the floor.

After that, he sat in a chair, waiting to have me all to himself while he watched me getting double teamed by his colleagues. I sucked each cock long and hard, even spat on them for extra lubricant as I stroked them. If he, if they needed any more convincing I was a pussycat, I took my time giving them the full show. I welcomed them licking my pussy and ass, making me cum with exalted delight. I spread my legs wider, still, and urged the cock before me to fill me up as I sucked the other.

Switching on me, I was turned over, my tits flat against the cold surface. I took another railing from each one before my back, already pooled with sweat, was covered with warm sticky cum; not once but twice.

‘They certainly didn't last that long,' I remarked to myself, as I lay there and watched them get dressed. Having done so, the hulk waved them to leave. With the door closed, he smiled, welcomely, and I sat up. I then knelt on the floor and crawled towards him, he not taking his eyes from me as I did.

Knelt before him on my haunches, his no doubt thick barrel of a weapon pulsing in his pants and trousers, when I moved my hands to feel the hulk's warmth and tower of power, he grabbed my arms, helped me up and then grasped my waist. He then hoisted me up, past his body until my hot wet sex was level with his nose and lips. He then gestured me to put each leg over his shoulder while he breathed in my exquisite, natural scent; cunt!

"Emn, you like the scent of my cunt, then," I intoned, while he held me in front of his ever flaring nostrils.

Once he'd had a whiff, his tongue slithered out, snake-like, in effect. It wasn't that it had prongs, but, it was, nevertheless, so lovely and long. I had no idea how it compared with that of the bass player from Kiss, having never had the pleasure, but it looked long enough, all the same, and was soon, even as the hulk held me before him, slipping, sliding and slithering up and down my puffy mound and crease.

With both hands free, I stroked my clit and held my fuck lips out of the way. I hadn't even chosen dessert with my meal let alone order it, and yet there I was, a big brute of a policeman dining on my pussy and enjoying it like a dessert, of sorts, especially when I came. When that happened, he pulled me right onto his long warm wet fuck muscle; well, it was certainly fucking me like crazy at that moment and for some while thereafter. I had to reach out my left hand, the one not stroking my clit as I bucked my hips and lolled my head back with the pleasure that rang through me, holding onto the hulk's nape as I came.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cried out. Thankfully, if anyone had heard my cries, we weren't disturbed.

Every the brute that he was, by which I mean strong, the hulk turned my body clockwise so that I was upside down. ‘Perfect,' I gloried, my thighs resting on his shoulders while my lower legs pointed, vertically, to the tall ceiling. It was my turn to be, likewise, level with what I so dearly wanted while the hulk, his strong left arm around my back gripping me tightly to him, tested the resistance of my ass and flicked his tongue, teasingly, along my clit, urging it to pop out that bit more before sucking it between his warm moist lips.

Meanwhile, I had his trousers undone and pants drawn down just enough, that his ultra long thick dick dropped, drawbridge-like, down over them. ‘Come to Tanya,' I welcomed, and was soon licking around the expanse of his hot throbbing puffy mushroom-shape head.

"Urmn, yes," I moaned, having caught the taste of his pre-cum and felt a frisson of pleasure as the hulk sucked my throbbing clit.

Still with two hands, both fanned out, around the hilt of his girth, I gaped my lips in readiness to take the head into my mouth, only to feel the glans push back somewhat easy. My throat, or the entrance to it, wouldn't be so manageable at pushing it back, I realised, as I contented myself with sucking on the crown and licking the sensitive area below it.

"Hurmn," I moaned, when the hulk's fingers, three of them, managed to find their way inside my tight little asshole. In point of fact, it hadn't been serviced since Boris and Captain Meadows, along with his officers, shoved a length up it several days ago. Mind you, and from where I was positioned, face to face with what had to be the biggest baddest dick I'd ever had the pleasure of knowing, the hulk would be a challenge, even for me.

"You like my ass, then?" I cooed, before returning his cock monster to the warm wet confines of my mouth. It was my turn to test a level of resistance, that of my throat. Before I got to that, however, I slithered my tongue around his thick barrel of a shaft and gloried in my most recent and ever pleasurable climax.

"Urmn," we both moaned, the hulk's tongue once more in my pussy where it lapped up my climatic juices as I urged the opening of my throat, even with my cheeks slightly drawn in, ever closer to his warm velvety helmet.

Managing to manoeuvre myself in such a strange position, that of being upside down as opposed to laid down or over a guy in a 69 position, I realised to myself, he hadn't yet cum. ‘What marvellous control,' I lauded, only for the hulk to rock forward. That gave me little chance other than to accept more than just the bulging head past my epiglottis, only for him to pull back and let me take it at my own pace. ‘Not such a bad fit after all,' I gloried and then fucked my throat on the warm puffy crown.

Usually, I, or whoever is throat fucking me, pop the head in and out. The hulk, however, even though he'd managed to pop his cockhead inside, would, I feared, be stifling even though his balls rested off my nose, thereby letting me breathe.

After that, the hulk's noises were matched by my ‘gluh,' vociferations, as I fucked my throat on his glans for as long as he felt necessary; enough to turn me around and, far from dropping my wet pussy down on his welcome length, carry me, in both arms, back to the scene of my earlier interrogation and recent debauchery by the other officers. There, he sat me on the table. Ah yes, I'd as good as forgotten about all the cum they had splashed on my back. Of course, it had caked onto my skin by then.

Apart from the interrogation, the hulk had said little, just gestures. As I remarked before, not sure when, when two or more people are as connected as we were, words, other than encouragement from me, that is, are of little importance, hence that age old phrase: ‘Action speaks louder than words', and the hulk wasn't wasting any on me, what with his actions having done a lot of silent talking thus far; just ask my pussy and ass. Oh, and my tits and, yes, lovely, firm nipples.

"Emn, yes, suck them for me, make me cum," I presently urged the big sexy brute of a Russian police interrogator.

For his part, bless him, the hulk slathered his warm wet tongue, the one that had performed pleasurable wonders on my clit and pussy, around the right darkened ring doughnut-like areola that surrounded my proud nipple. Every so often, either by designed teasing on his part or pure accident, his tongue grazed the bud and sent frissons of pleasure bouncing around my hyper-sexually charged body. My hand had drifted onto his well-groomed hair and was combed inside some of it. I tensed, though, my hand also, when he, indeed, finally did me the pleasure of taking my nipple between his lips and sucking both it and some of my tit inside.

Clearly, I only just then noticed, it wasn't just his Russian dick and tongue that were big as he slurped on my boob and joyously flicked my distended nipple with his warm muscular instrument.

Let's face it, men have instruments of pleasure. Their noses, to smell our horny heated sex and, if they wish, nuzzle against our clit when they are licking our pussy; fingers to tease, tantalize, torture and fuck us mouth, pussy and ass; their heavenly tongues and finally their masterful dicks, oh heaven, and that's how it felt as the hulk slid his fingers, all four, in fact, in and around my wet pussy while he stroked my clit with his thumb, and all on top of what he was doing to my nipples. ‘God! He had yet to fuck me.'

"Huh, huh, yes, yes," I gasped and cried out, moments before I was beset by yet another climax.

"Huh, hermn, yes, your cock, please, fuck me," I continued to gasp, and soon found myself laid down on the table with my ass cheeks partway suspended over the edge.

‘Oh my God!' I thought, concernedly, ‘I just hope he's not going to take my ass like this,' I fretted, unnecessarily. Instead, the hulk slapped his long thick dick smack down on the crease of my pussy and clit several times. I cried rather than yelped: "Ungh," with each one.

Afterwards, once he'd finished and made me cum, again! He slowly massaged his warm, and, by then, moist tool along the cleft of my lips before finally immersing the bulbous head inside. Realising his welcome intention, I splayed my legs and rested my hands on my knees.

"FUCK!" I cried out, when he speared his firm fat length all the way into my pussy, that had the added bonus of brushing my g spot, which was followed by the hulk applying stimulative pressure from the outside.

"Oh yes, oh yes, fuck yes. Fuck me, huh, fuck me, huh," I cried, urged and gasped, subsequently propped up on my elbows to watch.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, God. Harder, faster, deeper, more," I urged, and soon the table was shaking while the noise of the legs at our end clacked, whenever the hulk pulled back, ready to literally ram his dick in my sodden cunt for me - all for me.

It certainly couldn't be punishment for Boris, we'd settled that I wasn't to blame. Maybe, maybe he...oh yes, fuck me, more...was demonstrating his sexual prowess as a lover, lovely a fuck as I'd so far gotten from him, while the last I'd seen of Gorgi was him standing up to protest as I was taken away for questioning.

Having taken his cum glistened length from me, I hopped off the table, sank down before him and cleaned his cock for him. I licked it all over, wiped my cheeks with his pulsating warm flesh and then gave the hulk the most wonderful blowjob imaginable. Loosely grasping his warm shaft between my moist lips, I braced my hands on his thighs and began bobbing my head back and forth.

"URGH," he shouted a cry, however, he was far off cumming for me. On and on I sucked while I slathered my tongue around his shaft, sensing, as I did, the blood coursing through his thick veins.

"YARG," the hulk bellowed. ‘Surely he's not in pain,' I thought, and kept on doing what I was doing, and eventually, with one more loud cry from deep inside his lungs, he filled my mouth with what felt like a river of warm creamy Russian cum. The only way I could cope with it was to treat it as a drinking competition; I tell you, my thingamy, that with which we swallow, was working 10 to the dozen as it washed over and into my throat.

"Yummy," I regaled, before sucking the dregs from him.

After some long moments, the hulk, I never did get his name, said I could get dressed and that I was free to leave. He then departed from whence he had come, leaving me, on trembling legs, I noticed afterwards, to do just that.

It was late. I somehow managed to make my way through the corridor and outside, there to hail a taxi to my hotel and climb into bed. Even if Gorgi had been outside to meet me, I was too, dare I say it, fucked to take him as well.

Chapter 4: More Than Just Dessert!

Story outline: The following day I met up with Gorgi, both to finish off where I left him the previous evening and for me to fill him in on what I had discovered thus far and to see if he had anything to contribute from the earring.

As I made my way through the corridor and was just about to pass the guard on duty, he called out: "Ms Bond."

‘Oh, no. Please, not more God damn questions. I need my sleep, plus, my poor reamed pussy needs a rest, also,' I appealed, as I took two slow, sluggish steps towards the uniformed officer.

"Yes?" I managed a tired response.

"This note was left for you," he said, as he removed it from his breast pocket and held it out for me to take.

"Thank you," I said, as I smiled my gratitude and then made my way outside.

In the taxi, I opened the neatly folded piece of white paper. Gorgi's name was underlined and below it was his phone number. Being as how late it was and with quite a lot to explain and get his help with - the decipher of EGRES, for one - I called it a day, just before the start of a new one.

Although the hulk had reamed me senseless, bordering on making me sore, my thoughts, as I closed my eyes, were of his wonder cock. True, by itself, it was no match for the two Swiss ones I'd experienced on ‘the Pullman' all those months ago; however, it was constant.

"Emn, lovely big dick, fucking me, making me wet, stretching me and fucking me," I drooled to myself, and soon noticed a wetness overcome me between my thighs.

Sex, even self-relief, makes me tired and I soon drifted off, wondering, mind, why the hulk didn't take my ass; none of them, in fact.

Come the morning, and as I took breakfast at the café, I was of a mind, since I was no longer under suspicion of being the assassin of Boris, to check into a better class of hotel, one that served breakfast, at the very least. Of course, now that I had been cleared, I could move around as any accepted visitor and that meant getting together with Gorgi to find EGRES' base and Scorpio.

Hopefully, he got something from the earring I pressed into his hand the previous evening, just as we were about to order dessert and enjoy a nightcap of what surely would have followed.

Warily, I called James, mindful that I was supposed to be on leave and not up to my pretty little head in an unofficial mission.

Thankfully, there hadn't been any more assassinations since, which suggested the murders of the five agents were a means of EGRES announcing itself to the world while getting our attention, but to what aim and means - their ‘Evil' plan. On the thus far evidence, whatever it was it had to be big.

"Still enjoying my vacation, Sir," I informed James.

"Well, look after yourself, Bond," my boss rejoined, the tone of his voice and what he said, indicating he knew where I was and what I was doing. A bit of a realist, in that respect, while knowing just how competent I am compared with the thoughts of the stuffy minister who had warned me off becoming involved.

With Fluffy likewise assured I was okay, I called Gorgi and arranged to meet him for lunch before getting changed into the same black basque and with a black thong and my usual lace top hold ups along with an oyster hue open neck blouse and black skirt; a dress, the one I wore last night, being too formal for a lunch meeting, while I certainly didn't want to return to the same restaurant only to be hauled out again.

The one Gorgi had chosen had an outside seating area I noticed when I caught sight of him sat at one of the tables as I approached the eatery. With the noise of me going to pull the other chair out, he looked up and said: "Good afternoon, Tanya. Gorgeous as ever," he commended me on my attire, as he stood up and quickly moved to hold the chair for me; ever the gentleman as he was the previous evening and would be before long - after our meal.

Clicking his fingers before taking his seat, a waitress hurried over and soon took our orders: Chicken salad for me and a burger and chips for Gorgi. Although he was content with the water she brought, I, having no interest in such a bland drink, opted for my usual Pepsi Max.

"So, what did you make of the earring I passed to you last evening?" I asked of him.

"A scorpion," he intoned, moments before our lunch arrived.

"Where did you find it?" my soon to be lover asked.

"Scorpio, the assassin I mentioned. She was there, at the cemetery, lurking in the shadows, gloating no doubt," I informed Gorgi, before popping a mouthful of chicken breast and some salad into my mouth.

"Well -"

"Thankfully, there've been no more assassinations reported, since. I just wish there were some better clues as to where EGRES is -" I said, only for Gorgi to interrupt me before I could finish.

"Who, what is EGRES?" Gorgi asked, his hands having lowered his part eaten burger to the plate as he afforded me his full attention.

"Later. Eat up. You owe me dessert and all the trimmings," I smiled, coyly, at him.

"But it's after—noon," Gorgi eventually getting my intimation.

After that, we smiled and gazed at one another, knowingly, as we contented ourselves with our luncheon and drank our aperitifs.

With one hunger subsequently satisfied and another about to be sated, I paid for our meal and gave the waitress a good tip before saying: "Shall we," and waited for Gorgi to get my chair.

We walked along several streets, hand in hand. I felt safe with Gorgi, as much as I had with my beloved Boris. Of course, and as you know from my previous mention, I'd felt safe with them even though I was very much a rookie agent, new to the world and ways of espionage.

Presently stopped outside a building of apartments, Gorgi opened the main door, which he held open as he invited me to enter. No sooner were we inside, than he picked me up in his arms as if we were newly-weds. Just then, that song of Madonna's (Like A Virgin) came to mind as he unlocked the first door on the left and pushed it open with his foot. My, he was strong to have done that and all while he supported me on his other leg, if only for a few fleeting moments.

Inside his hallway - the door pushed back and closed behind us and the rest of the world shut outside - Gorgi continued to the bedroom where he lowered my body onto a four-poster bed. Even before then, my thong had become moist while my ever horny clit was aroused and at attention, while craving attention.

Immediately, I slipped off my shoes and moved back. I then flipped up my skirt and said: "Dessert's ready! Eat me," and with that, I drew my thong to one side, presenting my fully shaved pussy to my all new Russian lover; the man of the moment and for many more to come.

As If my humid thighs weren't already open enough for him, Gorgi positioned them so that my legs were almost horizontal. He then had me place a hand on each knee and hold myself open like that.

His warm breath tickled my moist petals, which he sucked on first. Next, and with a low cry and whimper from me, he slithered his warm wet tongue all the way up my moist gash; the tip barely opening the crease enough to fully part the moist lips of my pussy, which was eager to have more than just his tongue forced and fucked up inside it.

I dare say I was still open from the hammering I received the night before; especially from the officer I called the Hulk. Thankfully, my lover had made no mention of it thus far while his tongue was otherwise pre-occupied with urging me to cum. When I did, when my dam burst, he grasped my thighs, thereby preventing me from otherwise closing them.

Immediately, and wanting him to both taste me and shove his lovely hot wet tongue in my aching cunt, I grasped Gorgi's head and held him to me as I bucked my hips forward and back.

"Oh fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me with your hot wet tongue, Gorgi," I urged, as the pleasure rolled through me. God, he was good, but he didn't stop at that. It was as if my pussy had suddenly produced the most enjoyable caviar, a speciality of Russia and one I had declined to sample, as Gorgi was certainly making a meal of me while taking his time as he savoured my taste.

I so love it when a man, men also, takes his time to make me cum more than once and Gorgi had proven himself to certainly be in that category with Boris, something I mentioned in an early chapter. This time, though, he followed up the previous by sliding all three of his long fleshy fingers deep inside my pussy while, and with his other hand, he drew back the hood of my hardened clit and teased the sticky tip with his tongue.

Somehow, as I rested my hands on his bristling dark brown hair, I managed to exercise enough control to not close my legs when I came. At that most pleasurable euphoric moment and those that followed, Gorgi had my clit between his warm lips, tenderly sucking on my sensitive nubbin as I expelled my warm juices on him, yet again.

A frisson of pleasure rippled through me when he moved his cum-slick fingers lower, past my perineum to then tease my rosebud, which had been neglected the previous evening. Ever since the first time with Alfonso's men when I had two of them in my tight little asshole, a first for me, I'd resisted trying it with others. That said, if Boris had been there with us I surely would have invited them to plough my tight little hole for me.

"Oh, emn, tender as always. I like your style," I commended Gorgi, as he worked all three fingers into my butt while once more sliding his diligent warm wet tongue along the crease of my pussy and then back down again.

"God, yes. Fuck my ass, huh, Lick my cunt, nergh. Oh fuck, more, yes. Make me cum again. Then, I must have you, suck your big Russian, oh fuck, cock, Gorgi," I said and moaned, as the combined pleasure on my horny wet pussy and tight asshole fused together into yet another glorious orgasm.

He was voracious. In the end, I managed to sit up. I then, with my left hand outstretched behind me, moved my fingers to prise Gorgi up. Enough, that, when he was at head height, I kissed him and tasted myself on his lips. With little need for support, I subsequently undid his trousers and soon had his warm firm fleshy cock out, all the while kissing his lips and jostling our tongues with fervour.

"That's a bit bigger than I last remembered it, Gorgi," I exclaimed, having taken a quick look to see. It was, though, and quite impressive with it. The glans were both bulging and ominous, I noticed as I cradled the thick fleshy shaft for a moment before momentarily releasing him to salivate my hand, something I occasionally do when and if the mood takes me and time allows. We certainly had plenty of that and I was intent on taking mine.

"God! I can barely get my fingers around you," I uttered, as I casually stroked his girth, then my lips were back on his.

"Hurmn, urmn," I moaned and murmured, while my hand motion, almost milking Gorgi's Russian gun, sought to urge his minor release.

"Hu-urmn," I joyously moaned, when I felt the deposit of pre-cum on my thumb. Immediately, I moved my fingers to stroke the upper portion of his manliness and used my thumb to smear his sticky essence around the turgid crown.

"My turn. And, Gorgi, I want your first cum, your creamy delicious Russian spunk in my mouth, okay," I said, and then reposed myself to be knelt on all fours in front of him.

Just as there are many ways, positions, if you like, to dine on a woman's pussy, and I should know, there are more ways than the obvious for sucking down on dick. My particular one, that afternoon, was the most enjoyable; for both. I started off, as is my way and should be, by grasping the hilt and sliding my tongue around the velvety texture of my lover's turgid glans, tasting the sweetness of Gorgi's pre-cum when I did. I then smooched the crown while teasing my agile tongue tip along the eye. That had its desired effect.

"Emn, yes, suck it, Tanya, please," Gorgi urged me. Clearly, I was getting to him, even though I had only just begun.

Moving my hand to cradle his thick length, I directed my tongue to his ball sac, which I teased and licked before sucking on each tender cum filled egg. ‘Hurmn,' was followed by other appreciative moans from him as I slithered my tongue along the pulsing underside of my Russian lover's erection; up and then slowly down a few times, having moved the arch of my hand to just below the helmet.

"You are going to cum, right. Spunk your hot creamy load inside me," I said, with no indication from the tone of my voice as to whether it was a question or not.

"Yes, yes!" he responded, his urgency clearly as strong as mine.

"Good! And, Gorgi. Fuck my mouth," I intoned, before taking the crown back between my lips.

[All you sluts and cocksucker's out there, pay close attention to and vividly imagine this next bit.]

With the crown of Gorgi's weapon encompassed by my mouth and lips, I reposed myself slightly so that my hands were either side of his hips and my head, in particular, my mouth, was directly above Gorgi's groin. Like that, his firm Russian erection was both upstanding and completely vertical. I then slowly worked my lips down his warm pulsing shaft; edging down it as if I were smooching the flesh.

Eventually, I felt the pulsing crown at the entrance to my throat and stopped. As you surely know, I have no trouble with getting throat fucked; however, that would have to wait awhile.

With my hands braced and my arms bent, as if I was doing press ups, in fact, I levered myself back up, taking a moderate firm grip with my warm wet lips as I did, while randomly sliding and twirling my tongue around Gorgi's pulsating shaft.

"Oh my!" he cried out, realising, seconds beforehand, what was coming his way; mine too, eventually.

I dropped my head down, fast, then slowly back up, then fast down and slow up. I did that about five times, each one accompanied by moans of total pleasure from my Russian lover. I took a deep breath and just went for it. Without any encouragement from the man whose cock I was blowing, I thrashed down and up his warm thick length, occasionally taking the crown into my throat while not dwelling there. Was I insatiable? Who cares, I just kept on fucking my mouth and throat on Gorgi's wonderful hard cock until he exploded his hot creamy load deep inside my mouth.

"Hurmn," I languidly moaned, when the first forceful gush hit against the walls of my mouth. I then utilised my lips to draw the next two ropes from him as I tasted the first deposit and then swallowed it, repeating that for all three bursts while Gorgi, his hands finally on my head, bucked himself up and down.

With his hands over my ears, I didn't hear the front door to his apartment open and then close. I also didn't hear the sound of footsteps as whoever it was made their way along the hall and towards where I was enjoying the taste of my Russian lover's spent balls.

"Hurmn," I moaned, when the third creamy load slithered down my throat, then again, and most appreciatively, when I sensed a woman's hands draw my skirt up; her long perfectly manicured fingernail softly grazing my shapely ass.

Her breath was warm and welcome as she closed in on me. Obviously, my Russian comrade and fellow spy had a lover; a quite open-minded one, much like myself.

The next thing I felt was a tickle from her fur hat as I continued to slowly suck on Gorgi's semi-hard shaft; both to get every vestige of his cum from him and, since we had a guest and a promise of a ménage, to have him ready to fuck us.

Quite clearly, he gestured for the woman to remove her hat as I didn't notice the fur when I felt her breath, warm as before, and that of her tongue on my exposed asshole.

"Ur-urmn," I moaned my appreciation and followed that with a muffled sigh when her delicate fingers, two of them, grazed my moist slit and then pleasurably skimmed the surface with a vague stroking motion.

What she was doing, and doing remarkably well, urged me to continue. Not as before, since I was soon rocking back and forth on them; Gorgi's cock almost fully erect while the Russian woman, a cop I found out shortly afterwards, had my ass cheek spread so wide that her tongue tip darted forward and back, just breaking the surface of my rosebud with our combined movement.

Eventually lifting me up and off his statuesque hard-on, our host introduced his girlfriend to me. Nikita, like the Elton John song. She had to be his girlfriend in order to have a key to his apartment, I had already deduced.

"Tanya. Tanya Bond," I informed her.

Evidently, from the smile on her face, Nikita had been made aware as to my lack of complicity in Boris's death. Nonetheless, she was strong, evident when she threw me over on my back and onto the bed and moved her hands to remove my damp thong.

I was certainly, and had been for some while, ready for cock and Gorgi ‘s was rampant enough for that. Then again, having she tongued and rimmed my ass, would he take it while Nikita dined on my pussy and clit. I was about to find out.

My eyes followed Nikita as she, having already removed her coat, encircled me and soon had my blouse undone, open and laying on the bed. She then smiled as Gorgi moved up and over me. Realising his desire to fuck his thick length between my shapely tits, I moved my hands to each globe and soon had him encased by them.

Nikita had slipped out of my eye line. Nonetheless, I presently felt her hands move my thighs into almost the same position that Gorgi earlier had me, followed by her warm thumbs drawing my fuck lips apart and then that of Nikita's breath, almost as if she had lightly expelled it, on my exposed sex.

"Hurmn, yes," I moaned and cried, as our Russian lover's turgid cockhead left my mouth on its downward stroke and the policewoman between my thighs flicked her tongue where her fingers had stroked me several minutes ago.

Yet again, and no disrespect to either Gorgi or men, Nikita demonstrated, with her soft velvety touch, why us women are proficient at eating pussy. On a scale of 1 to 100, both Gorgi and Boris score 95. Fluffy, Jasmin, and now, Nikita, score 100! If that wasn't enough, her fingers, all five, were wedged inside my horny wet cunt when she licked and sucked my distended clit.

"Fuck me, yes," I urged, and they did, my hips thrusting up from the cover when my body spasmed from a most glorious climax.

Saying something to her in Russian, Nikita stripped out of her police blouse, skirt and boots while Gorgi sucked on my tits and nipples, which he teased with his tongue. More Russian followed when he switched his attention and the warmth of his mouth to my other bud. Naked, her pussy mound shaved and dew-like save for a classic tuft of pubes above her clit, Nikita sat up by the headboard with a pillow behind her. She then drew her legs up with her stocking feet on the bed and her knees open and inviting, I noticed, and began stroking her pussy and soon exposing the raw wet pink sex inside.

It was clear what was next for us, and under Gorgi's direction. Even before he released my swollen slick nipple, Nikita was beckoning me to her with her left index finger and I soon obliged; crawling cat-like towards her horny wet cunt, my nostrils flaring as I drew in her heady aroma, which beckoned me like the tempting smell of a just baked fruits of the forest strudel.

"Da," she intoned, which I knew to be yes, and parted her thighs even more.

After more words in Russian were exchanged, and, as noted from ‘A Fish called Wanda', quite romantic, I felt the warmth of Gorgi's legs either side of mine as I took a long deep breath of Nikita's pussy. When I touched my tongue against her exposed mound, I sensed the warmth of my Russian lover's cockhead against that of my thighs and then my lips, which immediately parted to accommodate Gorgi's girth.

His firm forward thrust both filled me up and jolted me forward, my tongue darting into Nikita's pool of delight in an instant.

She tasted as good as she smelt, almost like honey, which, apart from on a puff wheat cereal, I find sickening. Not so, Nikita's sex, which I was soon lapping my tongue around as she stroked her clit and soon made herself cum. Her juices, another load, flooded my mouth immediately, and Gorgi, whether he realised it or not, grasped my hips and began banging away. Thrust after thrust, hard and firm he reamed me and soon my horny pussy was spasming.

"Hurmn," I vociferated, with each additional lunge of his hips, almost as if he was spearing himself into me as he climaxed. Welcome, but, my ass had yet to feel him inside it before that, while Nikita no doubt wanted what she had, otherwise, come there for.

Taking himself from my well-fucked pussy, Nikita assumed the same position as me. No sooner was Gorgi's cum-slick erection fully sheathed inside her offered sex than I was directed to kneel beside the near naked Russian police officer, my vision level with her ass, which rippled with each swing of his hips.

Before she'd had a chance to cum, Gorgi withdrew his slick cock from her. Immediately, and realising what was expected of me, I covered his rampant muscle with my mouth and licked and sucked it, getting a pussy cocktail taste from the warm flesh of his shaft. When I released it, I noticed that Nikita's body was sloped down so that her right cheek was resting on the pillow and her hands held her ass open.

Gorgi remained motionless. That prompted me to return the rimming I'd earlier enjoyed and her asshole, all lovely and puckered, was as clean as mine.

"Da, da, emn," she urged and moaned, my tongue tip a bit more adventurous than hers had been as I salivated Nikita's anus in preparation for Gorgi's rampant thick length and it was certainly that as she evidently knew.

"Emn, da, yes, fuck my ass!" she enjoined, almost, as he urged the head inside.

Without being asked, my left cheek was resting on the small of Nikita's back as her ass took a hard deep pounding from Gorgi. To encourage her climax, I rolled and pulled each nipple with my left thumb and finger and stroked Nikita's clit with my right.

"Da, da, yes, emn," she urged, soon rocking back to meet her fellow Russian's forward thrusts and moments before her body convulsed. When it did, I slipped my fingers lower and began fucking her hard and fast; a squelching noise soon being heard above that of her sharp gasps: "Huh, huh, huh."

Slowing down his momentum and remaining still, Nikita slowly fucked herself on him before pulling all the way off.

There it was, his long thick Russian dick. All shiny and glossy, covered in a slick film of the officer's ass juice. Before I could bow my head and taste it, though, Nikita had turned around and jumped in front of me. She was as voracious as I and gorged on his cock with alacrity as I sat on my haunches and watched while playing with my pussy.

For my turn, I was knelt as before but with Nikita below me in a girl's 69 position. Even before Gorgi knelt behind me, she was sucking and nibbling my engorged fuck flesh while her hands both steadied me and spread my ass cheeks for him.

"Shove your cock up my ass," I said, and then dropped my head to lick and suck Nikita's clit.

"Hurmn," I cried out and jolted forward when he did. God, he was big and he filled me up in an instant. It was crazy in some way and natural in another as, and with his hands grasping my hips, I took a similar ass pounding to that of the lovely slut who's pussy I was licking. All the while visualising his rampant cock meat fucking my ass, just as I had seen her take it.

"Oh fuck, more, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, Gorgi," I cried out, and for the second time that afternoon, the second when his fingers were where his big Russian gun was; more like a nuclear missile!

In no time at all, I was cumming and Nikita was making slurping noises as she licked me out while the sound of Gorgi's groin slapping my ass each time he filled me, balls deep, rang out.

"Oh, fuck, me, yes! Yes, yes, yes," I cried out, as another climax possessed me. By then, there was no knowing when it ended before the next one began. Like most women, whether they know it or not, I'm multi-orgasmic, and right then, well; let's just say I was in my element.

"Make me cum, make me cum, oh fuck, God, make me cum," I cried out.

The intensity of it all, along with that of my sphincter muscle contracting around Gorgi's bulging shaft, must have gotten too much for even him, as I then felt a flood of hot, fiery, lava-like liquid flood my anal canal.

"Oh, fuck, yes," I moaned my pleasured delight, as more of his sticky spunk gushed and spewed forth while my muscle milked every last drop from him. After that, he presented it to me to suck, and boy did I suck and lick every last droplet of cum from him while diligently cleaning his cock for him.

In little time at all, as I bathed in the splendour of afterglow in Gorgi's secure arms, Nikita was soon dressed. "You kill Boris's assassin, da. Good," she exclaimed, almost an order, and then departed.

That bit, if and when it came to it, I'll leave to the authorities or fate. I, we, still had to figure out what EGRES meant, fully, and hopefully garner some clue as to their location.

After a shower, during which I took another slippery ride on Gorgi's rampant love gun as water cascaded down upon us, we dried ourselves off and put on a bath robe and then retired to his lounge. There, and between sips of Russian vodka and tonic water, I told my new found comrade and lover what I had discovered from the SOC photos.

"Well done, you. Beauty and brains wrapped up into one," he commended my astuteness.

"I had a couple of excellent teachers," I said, indicating my beloved Boris and he.

"Right! We have some clue that the assassin is Scorpio from the earring," he mused.

"That just leaves the remaining letters of EGRES: ‘Evil, then ‘Group'. R could be Rule, not sure on the other two, though; E and S," I explicated my findings.

Thinking for some concentrated moments, Gorgi suggested: "What about, ‘Evil Group Rules Ever Supreme',"

"Well, they certainly made their point with the assassinations," I said.

"All the same, it's a start. Talking of which, I have some idea as to who may know something," I intoned.

"Do share," Gorgi encouraged.

"It's best that you trust me, Gorgi," I told him and left it at that.

"Okay. And while you pursue that avenue, I'll see what I can find out from Russian intelligence," he said, agreeably, moments before our robes fell open and...!

Chapter 5: An Evening Out In Venice!

Story outline: Arriving in Italy, I looked up an old dear friend to see what the head of the Mafia had to say about my discovery before enjoying a mixed and rather eventful evening in Venice with ‘No time to die!'

I awoke the following morning, not to the sound of the alarm going off but what felt like butterfly wings lightly fluttering against my clit. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked to see.

"Gorgi, you're encourageable. My flight leaves at 10:30," I minded him, only for my Russian lover to smile and gesture with his eyes to the clock. 8am, 30 minutes before the alarm was due to ring, I noticed and smiled.

"Looks like someone enjoys pussy for breakfast," I lilted and then relaxed into a favourable position. The fuck me one with my legs open and my upper arms across my thighs. Instead of grasping my ankles, something I would get to shortly, I drew back my fuck lips and enjoined: "Eat me, lover"

The previous day was something special, even with the unexpected involvement of Nikita. I have no idea where Gorgi got his stamina from but we fucked, on and off, for hours, right up until I fell asleep in his strong arms. That had never happened before and, to tell you the truth, it kind of revitalised me.

30 minutes and several orgasms later, I was sharing breakfast with my Russian lover. Ever since the wall came down all those years ago, Russia had become more civilised, starting with breakfast, which comprised of freshly cut red grapefruit rather than tinned, a bowl of Corn flakes for me and Shredded wheat for Gorgi and a mug of English tea each.

Ever since I had hinted at my contact with the head of the Mafia, while not telling him it was Alfonso I would be seeing in Venice, Gorgi had made several attempts, mostly in the throws of my orgasms, to have me reveal my source. I held my resistance, though, like any top agent would.

As to it being Venice: When I called and spoke to Alfonso the evening before, he informed me he had a meeting in Venice and would meet me after lunch. I enquired no further as to what business he had there while relishing the chance to see the city that thrived around and amongst its water and canals.

I left Gorgi with a kiss, a promise I would return. Since he would be contacting Russian intelligence, I got him to see if he could find out anything else from the SOC photographs, something that, in my limited time with them in James' office, I may have overlooked.

The non-stop Aeroflot flight, a Boeing 737, took off from Moscow at 10:05 and landed in Venice, Italy, about 3.5 hours later at 11:35 European time. My meeting with Alfonso wasn't for another few hours, just after 2pm, and so the change in time zones planned out perfectly.

Collecting my single suitcase from luggage control, I hailed a cab and had the driver take me to the hotel I had booked the previous evening. Four stars it may be, but, four stars in Russia was like a 2 star in Venice. In addition to cable and adult channels, all viewable on a 50 inch plasma TV, it had a big sumptuous bed and all the comforts of home.

Aside from the dress I had bought for Gorgi and the expected evening meal that was cut short, I had little else glamorous to wear. Although not sure how long Alfonso would be staying in Venice before returning home, I hoped we could spend some time together and on a non-business level as our previous engagement was. A romantic meal and some equally romantic sex and with no one but the stars, moon and heavens to watch us. ‘Sounds perfect,' I decided, and with my mind made up, I went looking for an ideal dress. ‘Sexy, yet unnoticeably so,' I certainly didn't want to come over as a cheap whore, especially in the presence of the head of the formidable Mafia.

I must have visited four shops and tried on three times as many dresses before I discovered a small boutique.

"Good afternoon, madam," a female assistant welcomed me. ‘English,' I realised.

"Yes, I'm looking for a dress. Something chic," I told her.

"Colour."

"Black, of course."

"Of course. Right this way," she intoned, and then had me follow her to a unique display rail. What made it so different to the others was that it spiralled down from a height of just over six feet. Every so often there was a chrome ball along the rail and behind each a dress on a hanger. Very eye catching while keeping the dresses spaced out.

"This one," I said, indicating one that looked perfect.

Taking it down, my size it was, she had me follow her to the changing room. Inside, and with the hanger on a hook, I looked it over meticulously.

‘Oh my! Oh my," I exalted. It felt like the sheerest material I had ever had the pleasure of close to my skin. On closer inspection, there was a long discreet opening down the right side. Rather than an obvious slit, one that would show the wearers thighs and legs, it wrapped over a good six inches.

In no time at all, I had removed my skirt and blouse and was stood in front of the shop's long mirror as I admired what would be my new dress.

"It fits madam perfectly. Like a glove," the assistant said, smiling.

"Yes. I'll take it."

"600," she informed me.

"That's Euros, right."

"Of course."

"English...pounds," I said, and with that, she consulted the price tag.

"£340!" she exclaimed.

"Josephine. A moment," she called to the younger assistant by the till who was just finishing serving another customer.

After conversing in Italian, she dismissed the girl. Her demeanour suggesting she had been told off.

"The dress has been wrongly reduced," she said.

"Oh, I see," I rejoined, adding a frown. A quite effective one, indeed.

"So, it's £340 if madam would like it."

Cripes. Too right I wanted it. That sort of thing, I've yet to experience outside of the UK. You pay the price stipulated, even if there has been an error resulting in the item being underpriced.

Returning to my hotel room, I took great care in hanging up the dress, which I bought a cover for with it, in my wardrobe. My thighs were still a bit sticky from the early morning wake up sex I had with Gorgi and so before my meeting with Alfonso, I decided it would be best to take a quick shower.

Having dried myself afterwards, I applied a conservative amount of make-up and got dressed in a navy blue skirt, open neck electric blue blouse, black lace top hold ups and thong and a pair of black strappy shoes. I then applied a hint of Floral scent to my neck and wrists. It was, after all, a business meeting, of sorts. The dress could wait until the evening and amore.

To get to the rendezvous with Alfonso, a quaint Italian restaurant come cafeteria, I had to walk over one of the many bridges that span the waterways that flow through Venice. Below me, as I casually crossed the bridge, I noticed a gondola ferrying a couple who had no qualms about PDA's (Public Displays of Affection). As I glimpsed at them, I looked forward to the possibility of something similar that evening and smiled with anticipation before continuing along several streets, each one full of people who were coming and going.

When I caught sight of Alfonso, he was flanked by two men, no doubt bodyguards of some sort - he was the head of the Mafia. Itself, a powerful secret organisation. Upon noticing me, he smiled and gave a beckoning wave. When I got within six feet, his men stood up and waited for me to be seated.

"Bella, Tanya, it's good to see you," he began, a warm, radiant smile breaking across his face like the sun rising, welcomely, of a morning.

"I was hoping to talk to you alone," I said.

"Don't mind my men, they only speak and understand Italian," he assured me.

"Now, what was so important you couldn't discuss it over the phone; you sounded worried, Bella."

"Unofficially, Alfonso, I'm looking for an assassin, a female assassin. She's already killed five agents, including my beloved Boris."

"I see. There are scores of assassins, guns for hire, men and women and you've very little to go on," Alfonso informed me.

"There's more."

"There is," the head of the Mafia, intoned, his voice displaying a nuance of interest.

"I noticed a clue, a letter, left at each murder. They spell out ‘EGRES'. From my consultation and collaboration with a Russian agent, the acronym stands for: ‘Evil Group Rules Ever Supreme'.

"That is worrying," exclaimed the head of the Mafia. Clearly, he saw EGRES, if Gorgi and I were right, as a possible threat to the organisation.

"I thought as much, myself, hence this meeting and for your ears only," I said, cautious that others in the organisation may be as tempted as Toni was.

"I'll certainly see what I can find out for you. In the meantime, Bella, choose anything from the menu," the affluent, well-dressed man sat opposite me, the head of the most powerful organisation in the world, allegedly, invited, and then snapped his fingers and drew the attention of a waiter who hotfooted it to where we were sat.

After handing him a Euro bill, and saying something in Italian, the young man nodded to Alfonso and then took out his pen and notepad and waited for me to place my order.

To my surprise, though, as I considered oysters for a starter, a much loved aphrodisiac, one of four primary ones, Alfonso and his men stood up.

"You're not staying, then," I said.

"With what you've told me, Bella, and that of my earlier meeting, I need to return to my mansion," Alfonso informed me.

"I'm sure we'll see each other soon," he smiled, before taking my hand and planting a soft sensuous kiss on the back, one that sent a frisson of pleasure throughout my body.

"Okay, then," I said, doing my best to hide my disappointment behind a convincing painted on smile.

With no promise of amore, least not from Alfonso, I ordered a chicken salad with new potatoes and washed it down with two glasses of Chardonnay and then took a long leisurely stroll around Venice for something to do until the early evening - a good four hours away.

The centre of Venice, or what I took to be the centre, was most elegant, in particular, the shops. I swooned at the ‘Versace' window, out of my league and budget. Although I was, officially, a civil servant, my expertise came with a bonus; an average one, I might add.

‘The one you bought is fine,' I told myself. Besides, it's simply to catch the eye. What lies below it are the jewels men crave. A lush body, dynamic curves and an ever wet pussy and yielding backdoor. Emn, I felt horny already.

‘Oh! Now that is so perfect,' I thought, enthusedly, as I caught sight of a casino and stepped nearer. According to a sign, the establishment opened at 6pm. Ever since I had been pulled on the Pullman by a group of cheats who had used marked cards to relieve me of my clothes and more, I had honed my playing skills at ‘Texas hold ‘em'.

‘That will certainly pass the time and give me somewhere to be seen in my new dress,' I mused, otherwise it was a bit of a waste of £340.

Retracing my steps, I happened to notice the waiter who had kindly served me, clearing away used plates and cutlery. I aimed a smile at him. Sadly, it was an all day open eatery and so there was little chance of a late siesta type break.

Back in my four star hotel room, I resisted watching TV and of an adult nature. Instead, and as I made my way to the bathroom, I undid, loosened and removed an article of clothing, leaving a trail in my wake. Completely naked, I ran the water for a bubble bath and immersed myself in it. It's times like that I prefer a leisurely bath to that of a shower, mainly because I'm more inclined to touch myself, especially with the fine warm spray dashing against my nipples, making them hard and doing likewise to my clit. Most distracting, yet in a most pleasurable and quite subtle way.

After soaking long enough, I got up, pulled out the plug and began drying my warm silky soft body while wearing a towel around my marginally longer than usual raven hair.

Presently dry, save for the natural inner moistness of my pussy; my hot sexy cunt; one I was hoping to get dowsed in man cum before the day was through, I felt daring enough, what with the concealment of the slit in my dress, to forego wearing any underwear other than a pair of black lace top hold ups. I did, though, add a hint of Floral spray, both to my delicious pussy and squeaky clean ass, not quite underwear, though.

For such occasions, I found my evening purse and put what I needed inside. Then, it was off to McDonald's for a burger, which I eat in house. I'm one of those people who has to eat three meals a day, otherwise I can get headaches. Not good in my line of work.

Being late summer, it was quite warm while a refreshing breeze fluttered around. A perfect night for gazing up at the stars while the stud between my splayed thighs sent ripples of ecstasy coursing through my body and detonated explosive colours behind my eyelids. Had it only been that very morning since...

"Good evening, madam," the doorman welcomed me, as he bowed and held the door to the casino open. "Be lucky," he added, and in a respectful way, as I stepped inside. Well, one way or another, winnings and amore, I was feeling rather lucky.

By then, it was just after 7:30, counting the time difference, it was 9:30 Moscow time, but who was counting, not my body. I got a drink and perused the room for a table. As you would expect, they had all kinds of games to offer customers and members. I quickly noticed an empty chair at a table and made my way there.

Courteously asking if I could join, the four men, including the dealer, smiled appreciatively while the two women simply smiled. After six hands, two I folded, another two I lost a small amount while gaining from two wins, I was waiting on the decision of the others as whether to fold or not having seen the flop.

The outer edges of the room had cabin-type areas where those taking a break from playing could sit and drink and mull over what could have been. Having let my eyes wander, I caught sight of three men, the same three I had vaguely noticed earlier when I was having my lunch.

What struck me about them was their hair. Close cut and bristly, just like Gorgi's. By then, especially after the intense, very intense, police interrogation, I could no longer be considered a suspect in the death of Boris, my beloved. They had made no move to capture me, so...

With the turn card, that just left one of the men, the woman opposite and myself. I had almost the same hand as on the Pullman. ‘Nothing rash, Tanya,' I minded myself and raised €100, a quarter of my chips. Even with the river card, I eared on the side of caution and bet half my chips again against the woman, who fixed me with a steely stare; a professional card player, if ever I saw one, despite the elegant frock she was wearing.

She matched me, of course, but not with the reveal. "Thank you for a most interesting evening," I intoned, as I collected my winnings and tipped the dealer €25. I then cashed out my chips and bought something sober by way of a celebratory drink. Perplexed by the trio of Russians, I sauntered over to their cabin, drink in hand, to see what was what.

Unperturbed by my sudden presence, though hardly cracking anything resembling a smile, I simply said: "Dasvidanya."

"You speak Russian, Ms Bond," the one nearest me said.

"No, but you clearly understand it," I intoned. Far from ‘goodbye', there was something alluring about them.

"So, why are you following me? Surely you know I didn't kill Boris?"

"Yes, we -" the one sat at the back said, only to no doubt be nudged under the table by one of his comrades. Just then, I felt a ‘Swiss cheese' moment coming on (getting all my slutty holes filled at the same time).

"May I?" I said, suggesting joining them and if they were game enough for me to seduce their reason from them.

As if reading my mind, and I do so love being the meat in a sandwich, the one nearest me stood up and invited me to sit down on what was a ‘U' shape seat. As I did, however, the part of my new dress that covered the slit caught the corner of the table and drew it back and open for the briefest of moments. I hardly noticed it myself, while the other two clearly caught a glimpse of my hold up at the very least.

"And you are?" I enquired.

Introducing himself and the others, the one opposite me was Dimitri, then Gavino to my right and Krzysiek on the end. After 10 minutes of getting nowhere with my attempts to loosen their lips, I went to plan B, one that never fails. I suggested playing a game and explained, not so much the rules but the situation. We each had to come up with a new job; a new identity if you like; such is the way of a spy. Gavino chose a doctor, Dimitri a pilot and Krzysiek a hit man. Although that stunned his comrades, my choice, a porn star, changed the mood completely. Forget what they did, all they wanted to know was what it was like being an erotic film star. Clearly, they had only heard about such illicit material, even though I had four channels available in my hotel room come suite.

They were hooked, like a fish on a line. I gave them the full SP, describing, in the most vicarious language possible, what it was like to have two and then three men at my beck and call, each one eager to pleasure me in ways my audience had only dreamt of.

Dimitri's eyes were on stalks when I felt Gavino's warm hand on my thigh moments before he urged the front of the opening back. A frisson went through me as he slid his hand along the lace top and inner thigh. When he stopped, no doubt seeking some acceptance from me to continue, I parted my legs. In doing so, I brushed against Krzysiek's thigh.

Of the three, he hadn't noticed the opening in my dress. I decided to give him a look at where his comrade's hand was and so I leant back against the backrest and the backboard of the cabin before mimicking sucking a big dick; you know, surely. Stroking an imaginary cock held close to my lips while using my tongue to push against my left cheek.

By the time I had finished that display, the front and left side of my dress had been pooled across my hips, enough that a good few inches above my lace tops was exposed while a hand on either side was content to stroke a humid inner thigh.

"For this particular shoot, they had encouraged me to try two, count them two big, thick long cocks in my tight wet—cunt," I teased them. I could just as easily have said ass, but I wanted that experience to be with Gorgi at the least.

"They did, you do," Dimitri crooned. What with the absence of his friend's hands on the table, he must have had some idea where they were; where they had been more like as, after my last explicit descriptive, Krzysiek had his humid hand on my crested mound while Gavino ministered to my clit with the most heavenly deft strokes of his fingers.

"I'm quite flexible in that way. You have to be, especially when the one behind takes his cum-slick dick from my dripping wet cunt and guides it towards my tight little asshole, which I eagerly spread invitingly open for him with my hands. I then once, emn, yes," I sighed, when, hearing that, Krzysiek slid his fingers, all four of them, into my warm wet pussy. Although that gave Gavino a greater area of my horny distended clit to work on, I so, as I described being DP'd, wanted one of their sets of fingers in my ass.

I solved and encouraged that when I flopped my right thigh over Gavino's left. Unlike me, I had been good, avoiding stroking the men's cocks while I toyed with the stem of my glass for Dimitri opposite, slowly running the fingers of my right hand up and down it, reminiscent of Faye Dunaway in the original ‘Thomas Crown Affair' only with chess pieces; the bishop with its rounded phallic tip. Interesting enough, I always wondered what the euphemism ‘bashing the bishop' meant, until I saw that scene in the film.

I still had to shuffle my butt towards him, but as I described the feeling of a warm hard thick long cock sliding effortlessly up my asshole, I sighed a long moan as fingers, a trio of thick long Russian ones, worked their way inside my tightest hole.

Somehow, together, he positioned his hand perfectly beneath me. It was like a dildo stuck to the seat. I so love that position, knelt over a man, his cock wedged, almost, up my tight ass as I ride up and down it at my own luxuriant pace before inviting a second one to join me once I've cum, and in that position it doesn't take long.

"I so love, emn, yes, being filled by long thick hard dick," I intoned, managing, even in such a confined space, to brace my feet on the floor and suspend myself inches off the seat so that Dimitri's comrades could give me the same, if only from their carefully aimed fingers.

It was when Krzysiek's other hand began stroking my horny clit that Dimitri stood up.

Far from emitting a frown, while his concealed weapon flexed against his trousers, he rubbed his chiselled chin, wondering how he could get in on the action. I certainly, and in such a public place, wasn't going to suck his dick, and, thankfully, he made no such approach.

"What say we take this somewhere less crowded," I gasped, moments before an almighty orgasm ripped through my body.

Having nodded their agreement, I took both sets of fingers and openly, one at a time, sucked each group before finishing what little there was of my drink.

Eventually, I wanted them with me, in me, at my hotel. So far, Dimitri had missed out as he sat opposite us, while his weapon looked promising.

It was late, quite, in fact. Most people, those who worked the next day, were in bed. Dimitri and his fellow Russian's were far from eager, happy to have me lead them somewhere and direct things, exactly the way any woman should. The purpose of men, let's face it, is to pleasure women, and they had all that was necessary to accomplish that many times over.

After several minutes of walking, I noticed, up ahead, in the light of a full moon, some stone steps that lead up to a commercial building. ‘Perfect,' I decided, and soon we were gathered there.

Inviting Dimitri to kneel on the top step, I knelt on the ground and was soon stroking his love gun while his comrades watched my slutty performance and stroked theirs in readiness.

I had barely gotten my lips fully down on his warm thick length when I heard a zing whistle past my right ear.

"Fuck! She's here," I exclaimed, loudly, and urged them around the corner with no argument or delay. Thankfully, I had only undone Dimitri's fly and so there was no hesitation. It had to be a rifle, and so I counted on the time between reloads to get us clear.

"Scorpio. Don't ask me how, but she's here," I said, moments before another zing, one that was immediately followed by an ‘ouch' cry from Krzysiek.

Ever curious, he had stepped out to see, the bullet had caught his right standing leg. Not bad enough that he couldn't run, which I subsequently had them do, me following after them having removed my heels.

We made it to the safety of my hotel room in double time. With the door closed behind us the only weapons I was interested in were the warm fleshy ones my three Russian paramours were packing. Having tossed my shoes on the floor I picked up the remote and soon found the adult channels - four, denoted by a star for strength.

My fear was, the assassin's attempt on us had deflated their ardour. Now, me, I'm actually excited by danger, the adrenalin, the rush, the challenge. ‘License to thrill', that's me.

Leaving them with the third level, I went and got some cotton pads, which, as with most women, I use to remove my make-up before bed, and took a bottle of vodka from the drinks cabinet. Ironic; there I was with an injured Russian agent of some sort, and the alcoholic drink that is the most antiseptic was vodka.

On examination of Krzysiek's trousers, the bullet had caused a tear in the material. Time to go in, I realised, and soon had his trousers pooled around his ankles.

"How is it?" he enquired.

"A bruise, a reddish one, nothing more," I informed him, knelt, almost, as I was for Dimitri a short while ago, only I was subsequently playing nurse to Krzysiek's wound, such as it was. All the same, I smoothed some of the vodka over the blemish of his skin.

As I went to look up at him and assure Krzysiek it was nothing to be concerned about, my eyes stopped at his pants. Moreover, what was protruding from the waistband.

I took a quick glance at the plasma TV screen. ‘Oh my, so that's level three,' I noted.

As you might know, especially after my double anal experience at the hands and lovely hard cocks of the Mafia, I'm quite liberal where eroticism is concerned. What I saw just then, however, was beyond the borderline to what we, in England, could watch. Well, hardcore sex or not, they had to be perked up.

Krzysiek, the one who had so warmly fucked my pussy and made me cum both on and with his fingers, displayed an ever ready weapon; the crown of which was peeking over the parapet of his pants while some lubrication from my oral skills would soon see his Russian comrades just as eager and primed.

I offered the bottle and swab to Krzysiek and he relieved me of them. Turning to the others, just as I casually grasped each side of their friend's waistband, I invitingly said: "Turn off the TV, guys, and bring your lovely hard concealed weapons over here," and they did.

I subsequently drew down Krzysiek's pants, slow and careful enough that his immaculate erection, all of nine inches of it, at the very least, came down like a drawbridge and stayed suspended. I immediately sensed its warmth and began sliding my tongue around the head, giving it gentle flicks while he held it ever still. That allowed me to soon have, first, Gavino's weapon ceremoniously unveiled and then get my right hand re-acquainted with that of Dimitri.

They were more than happy for me to lead, something I noticed with Gorgi. My mouth, my throat, even, can take a good hard pounding just like the rest of me. I sometimes wonder if God, in his infinite wisdom, made us so that we could, as there is something empowering when I get my throat fucked by a hard dick. Just like those waiting before me.

I didn't just spit on my hands and wipe my wet tongue on my fingers, I spat on each cock a couple of times, let them know what a horny slut I was. My hands worked up and down the shafts at either side of Krzysiek as I bobbed my head and warm wet lips up and down his firm erection before taking myself from him and spitting some more. I not only licked it up but used it to lick my hot wet tongue up, down and around his shaft. Still, there was no hand, not one, eager to direct me.

"Guys, ideally, ok, I'd like you to fuck my mouth, pull on my hair, even, be rough with me," I did my best to hint at what I like, what I wanted; I could take it, even two hard dicks up my ass and that amazed even me.

Turning to my left, I mouthed Gavino while stroking the others. Although hesitant to begin with, I presently felt two hands on my head. At first, and as I slid my lips down and up the warm blood pulsing shaft in my mouth, they were content to follow; be a passenger. Eventually, though, they got in their stride and soon my lips were moving with alacrity. Even Dimitri gave some short tenuous jerks of his hips; out of rhythm, mind, but welcome all the same.

"Emn, that's better, much. This big long one, though," I said, as I once again regarded Dimitri's fine upstanding weapon, "any chance it could be fired into my throat," I added, with an appealing approving smile before spitting on it a couple of times and stroking its full-bodied length.

"Gorgi, he had us watch over you," Dimitri expounded. Late, but better than never.

"He did," I lilted, enamoured by his concern for me as I stroked the effervescent magnitude of Dimitri's gun barrel.

"Remind me to reward him in some small way, in the meantime..." And with that, I went down, deep down, swivelling my head, momentarily, from side to side as the crown slipped neatly and perfectly into my throat. There had to be a good two inches before my chin. Yeah, two inches, I sensed when his balls, each one full of lashings of delicious cum, brushed my chin.

Just then, and as I held my position, my hands were relieved of the cocks I had been stroking and then they were drawn down and directed behind me. No sooner had my left hand been made to grasp my right wrist, than the hands moved up my body and were holding my head still.

‘Oh yes, please,' my mind urged, as the gun in my mouth was slowly withdrawn and then pumped, fired back in with determination.

"Hurgh," I vociferated, in response to the first few tempered swings of Dimitri's hips. When he went that bit faster, gave it some ‘oomf' as we Brits call it, I emitted my usual throaty, ‘Gluh,' sound.

After that, there was no doubting they were hard while their dicks were both slick and well lubricated from the mouth and throat fucking I just then received.

Having helped me up, when I went to undo the zip of my dress, which held the hourglass waist tight and shaped, Gavino urged me to stop, fearing I would take it off. Evidently, he found the wrap over of the slit to be as sexy as I surmised. They did, however, agree to let me draw it off my shoulders. When I did, and quite provocatively, the revelation of my shapely 38C tits was met by whoops of appreciation.

Hands grabbed me and I was lifted up and carried to the bed. No sooner was I lowered onto the softness of the duvet than the wrap of my dress was drawn up. Before anything else happened, pleasure in abundance, my right hold up was quickly drawn down and presented to me. I immediately nodded my approval and raised my head. Seconds later it had been wrapped around me, covering my eyes like a blindfold.

I laid back and waited for my senses to go into overdrive. I heard belt buckles being undone, shoes being dropped, and louder than was usual. The rustle of flannel or whatever material their trousers and shirts were made of amplified. They were close, close enough to smell their male musk, which cut above any sweat.

A pair of hands on each side encircled each palpitating tit as I breathed deeply. A tongue then followed and lashed around the upward swollen flesh; my nipples straining above the peaks.

"Hurmn," I responded to their pleasured onslaught, and reached out with both hands, following the warm naked flesh until...! With a hand around each I urged the one to my right closer and soon had him back where he belonged, my mouth and lips which were soon once more sucking along his warm length.

"Hurmn," I moaned around that thick hard cock, when a warm breath, one that felt more like a light breeze than a puff of air cascaded against my thighs. That was followed by hands urging my dress up to expose my horny moist mound all the more, and then, with an almost vice-like grip, drawing my thighs up and open.

If it felt like a warm breeze a few moments ago, it soon became something fiercer as my part exposed sex caught the full force.

"Hurmn," I whimpered, and once more rocked my head to exercise the dick in my mouth down my throat. They were all of a comfortable length and so it could be any one of them. Even the tongue that was, just then, being flattened against my mound. It was heaven, total heaven. No sooner had it moved than my pussy once more flooded. That coincided with the spectacular sensation of my nipples being surrounded and pleasurably sucked. It felt like they were being swallowed.

The tongue, whichever one it was, clearly sensed my climax as it slipped inside to eat me out.

"Hurmn, urmn," I moaned and cried, as the aftershocks rippled through my body. That was followed by a gigantic wave, or so it felt. In fact, the one to my left had released his love seed; lovely it most certainly was. The first rope caught my cheek and that prompted me to turn my head. Splash, right on my tongue and me blindfolded. I followed the trail and caught the third in my mouth. Rich and creamy.

I sucked the dregs and purred like a cat just as fingers trailed my juices down to my rosebud. As if on cue, a hand on each side released the swollen tit it had been holding and my legs were raised by my knees. From there they moved to my ankles and my round ass was drawn up to the appreciation of the Russian agent who was teasing my asshole.

Two gobs of spit hit it smack dab and hard. The increased sensation caused me to flinch each time. Hands, those of his, rested on the backs of my thighs and soon parted my perfectly round cheeks.

‘Oh God, oh God, oh my God,' I breathed, as the breeze returned and my rosebud bloomed. In a matter of seconds, like the lash of rain on a window, I felt his tongue on my puckered asshole.

The cock in my mouth had regained its stamina, and I moaned greedily, hungrily around it like a whore would. This was all so new to me and I simply gave myself to it just as another climax percolated beneath the surface.

I moaned some more as my anus yielded to the diddling tongue, and then my head was drawn to the right and another gush of creamy hot cum swamped my mouth and crashed, sublimely, against the walls and palate. It felt like a monsoon. I gargled with it and then swallowed. It slopped over the rim of my throat like a waterfall and crashed somewhere inside me. I felt a sudden warmth inside and then the tongue was stretching my ass, probing and piercing with a corkscrew-like motion.

The only part of me that was neglected was my clit and maybe my pussy. I reached down with my right hand as I sucked on the ever burgeoning shaft between my warm lips. I shrieked with the first firm slap of my fingers on my clit. I did it again, two more times - harder. I howled and subsequently came with the third. My fingers, all five, just like on the TV screen, delved inside my aching cunt. I had my hand, my whole hand wedged up inside my pussy, fucking more than clenched into a fist. God, it felt good, it felt amazing, damn so.

Each straining hard nipple was either being sucked or licked, while I stroked the warm stone hard cock to my left and sucked the one on my right in and out of my throat. The tongue in my ass had been replaced by three long dagger-like fingers, stabbing into me as one. I did the same to my horny wet cunt as the very tongue that had rimmed my ass so perfectly lashed at my clit.

Little wonder then, that I came with a torrent, bucking and thrusting my hips upward as fingers jabbed back at me.

Gasping, as they manoeuvred around me as expected, I was looking to relish the taste of the third; he didn't disappoint. No sooner had my legs been released, than hands grasped my arms and drew me up to a slight incline. The warm head of the fierce cock before me felt like a poker that had been drawn from the very depths of a small smouldering fire. My lips parted and hands, now doubt its owners, cradled my head.

"Hurmn," I whimpered, as what felt like a spear, a warm fleshy one rather than that of a hard meaty cock, was lanced into my mouth and throat. ‘Oh yes, more,' my inner body craved, and after pulling himself back so that my lips felt the rim of his crown, it struck me again. This time, my throat was shown no mercy as that lovely warm turgid head was fucked back and forth in and out, to the sound of my ‘Glugging' with each firm forceful swing of his hips.

From its length, I guessed it was Dimitri. I had no time to consider much else as to which of them it was, as thumbs drew my blood engorged petals apart moments before a fresh gust of warm breath preceded that of a firm wet tongue being wedged into my exposed sex.

"Hargh," a deep booming voice above me cried out, and then, almost like a volcano exploding, hot lava-like spunk spewed into my mouth and then trickled down my throat. It was still gushing when I was urged back down onto the bed, the cock in my mouth withdrawing to halfway and then firing itself followed by another bolt of its creamy essence at me.

Things happened fast from there. The cock, needing to be firmed up, fucked itself back then forth. Fingers began dancing over my clit from whoever was sat to my right while the tongue at my pussy was replaced by the warmth of a meaningful cock. My legs were still splayed, possibly, even, spread-eagled.

The first swing of his hips re-ignited the furnace inside me. I groaned around what had to be Dimitri's shaft as it firmed up. The motion of the fingers on my clit was in perfect accompaniment to that of the bulbous head that was invading my so wet, dowsed cunt. Pinned down, almost, as I was, I arched my back to meet the oncoming assault to my core. With each crash of our bodies he went deep. I came and did my best to hold myself off the bed. Taking the most wonderful battering from him, he pushed me down. I was wet, his cock likewise. He moved fast and smooth. I was fucked into the mattress and when I bounced back up he was there to meet me, slamming me back down again.

I groaned, louder than I ever had, or was that my senses simply amplifying things. Fingers from one of them were soon in my ass. ‘Try four, for fuck's sake.' Yes, that's it, heaven. Every orifice, save for my nose and ears was full, while fingers, those of Dimitri, rolled and pulled my nipples as I enjoyed the presence of his cock.

"You don't say much, Tanya," one of them remarked, as I was, devoid of any carnal attention, finally relieved of my dress.

"I was brought up to believe it's impolite to talk when my mouth is full, and you three have certainly seen to that. Quite tasty, I might add," I commended them, moments before I was posed on all fours and with my knees wide apart.

No sooner had Dimitri fired his length deep into my well lubed wet pussy than I cried out, "Fuck, fucker, more, harder."

His groin slapped my ass and he must have rippled my cheeks with the sheer force of his penetration. In that position, and more so his abundant length, the head brushed against my sweet spot; my g spot.

"Oh yes, that too, emn, and most certainly that," I crooned when I felt short hairs bristle my nipples as one of them slid underneath me from the side.

"Fingers, huh, in my ass, huh, fuck me, huh," I demanded and gasped, as Dimitri, his hands gripping my hips tight, slammed his full thick barrel deep inside me, the slaps coming thick, loud and fast as he pumped me harder and faster.

"Oh fuck, emn, engh," I cried, as the attention of whoever it was below me rolled a nipple and then sucked the other while stroking my clit.

"I'm gonna cum. Make me cum. Yes, yes, fuck, yes," I howled, moments before fingers from the third one slipped neatly into my asshole.

"Oh God, more, fuck me, fuck me. Huh, huh, fuck my ass, huh, huh, fuck my cunt. Yes, yes...YES!" And with that, I threw back my head. The strands of my hair swished across my neck like a well-directed cat-of-nine-tails.

I came in a blaze of lights and fire, and yet I still pushed back on them, urging the cock and fingers to tear me up as the fire in my core blazed a trail to the centre of my brain.

"Any chance I could have a warm hard cock where those fingers are," I crooned, as my body settled down and we moved slowly. "Any of you, one of you," I intoned, as they seemed unmoved. Maybe my pussy was too inviting, too irresistible to them.

I decided to take charge. One way or another my body would be filled with dick, Russian dick on that occasion and all of them.

"You like my pussy, my cunt, Da. Like how it tastes, how it holds your cocks like a glove," I intoned, and was once more stroking two while sucking on the third. "My mouth likes your cocks, its wetness equal to that of my pussy," I continued, before switching off to another one.

"It's not as tight, though, not like my ass. Come, let me show you," I said.

Still holding the one at my right, I lay on my side in front of him and instructed him to hold my right ass cheek open. I then, as if I was doing it in the dark, guided his bulbous glans to my tight opening and soon had the velvety crown past my ring of resistance. I find this position, especially with just one man, romantic. I was counting on them observing the first one and wanting to be a part of the romantic aspect, even though I had been blindfolded throughout.

Feeling behind me, I hooked my hand over his waist. I then drew my right leg up and rested my foot just below my other knee. Gently, to begin with, I rocked him forward, as I did, I moaned words of encouraged appreciation and he was soon moving at an accommodating pace. Okay, my pussy was neglected, but with a cock, a nice long hard Russian one up my tight British ass, well...!

One by one, they each slipped a length of their prime meat up my asshole. When I called time, my pussy was awash with cum. ‘Now what,' I wondered, as hands grasped my wrists and threw them over their shoulders.

A rustle behind me heralded movement of some sort. I then found myself lowered, and, as I was, hands beneath me cupped my ass cheeks and drew them apart.

"Oh God, oh my God, oh—my—God!" I cried, and dropped my right hand between my knees. Sure enough, there was Dimitri's gun barrel. All 10 lovely long thick inches of it waiting for me to consume its powerhouse. ‘God, I so love this position. My body was made for it.' Hungry, ravenous, demanding, wanton.

The body above me directed me lower, and I stroked the upper portion. Not that it needed any, but I do so enjoy urging the head up to its fullest turgid extremity, even more so when its sheathed inside me and before my tight gripping asshole takes over milking it.

"Just a bit, emn, yes," I moaned, as the head brushed my exposed opening. I then dipped down and in it popped.

"God, you're big, damn long, too, perfect for my tight little ass. Yes, an inch, give me a lovely inch of your...emn, love." My thoughts once more back with Led Zep's ‘Whole lotta love', again, as I slipped down on it.

"That's it, oh fuck, hurmn," I moaned, as a hand from either side came around me and grasped a swollen nipple.

"Oh, God, huh, more," I cried, when the hands, having left my buttocks, centred on my clit and filled my flooded pussy.

Thereafter, I was franticly pumping Dimitri's cockhead into my ass, almost wanking it. I was lowered further and began flexing myself up and down the warm thick length intruding my backside. Slowly, surely and sensuously, it moved like a snake under the influence of a charmer - me.

Moments later, the fingers toying with and pulling my left nipple were replaced by those of whoever was supporting my body. I gasped when Dimitri flexed his hips at me and then my head, my open mouth, was directed to the warmth of the cock to my right. It slipped inside and was warmly welcomed. As I doted on it, Dimitri's hands moved to my waist and my arms followed the third one as he crouched down.

This was it, exactly what I yearned for and in the perfect position with the perfect trio of men. I found the will to release the cock from my mouth. Sensing his breath before me, I looked him square in his eyes. "Da, yes, my pussy, my cunt. Fill it for me, make me whole, then fuck me, all of you, fuck me."

I swished my head back to the right and landed on the warm hard waiting cock. By then, my hands were braced on Dimitri's chest. I held my position steadfast as three lovely long thick Russian cocks drilled themselves into me. Dimitri's in an upward lunge, the one in my pussy coming hard and horizontal while the third, in my mouth, just came at me the best that it could.

I must have cum three, four times from that while my arms seemed to have locked in position before I was helped up and once more knelt on the duvet. The very heat from their combined cockheads as they gathered in readiness, felt like a small furnace while the back and forth shuffle of their hands, as they stroked themselves, sounded like distant thunder and was soon followed by warm rain as three lots of hot creamy spunk cascaded onto my face, hair, my lace top hold up, which had acted as a blindfold throughout, my chin and tits, flicking my nipples and setting them off as I stroked myself to one final fulfilling orgasm.

I was still in the dark when I welcomely sucked each one afterwards and tasted myself on them. I had no idea if they would be staying, while the smell of their essence, which I left to dry, would serve as a fond memory of my evening in Venice; Scorpio well forgotten.

"We never finished our game," Krzysiek announced, as hands unravelled my cum stained hold up.

"I think you'll find we did, isn't that right, Tanya," Dimitri said.

"Yes, I believe we did, and thank you for being such wonderful competitors." I've said it before, and I'll say it again, in the game of love and sex, provided everyone plays by the rules, there are only ever winners.

Good night.

Chapter 6: Munich Hustle!

Story outline: Following up on a tip - one that lead me to Germany and Munich - and having failed to discover anything out of the ordinary: EGRES' HQ, I encountered a sultry blonde woman, one who proved to be an unexpected help with what I was looking for.

After breakfast in bed followed by a shower - I had, after all, left the lovely scent of male musk and cum from the previous evening to lay on my body, the three Russian agents sent to look after me by Gorgi having departed not long after - I called my Russian lover on my cell phone; both to thank him and to find out if he had discovered any clues that would help us find EGRES' base. Clearly, after the previous evening, their murderous actions were far from over.

Rousing him from whatever he was doing, fucking Nikita, I didn't doubt, from the sounds I heard at his end, I thanked Gorgi for his concern, well-placed as it turned out, before explaining what had happened after we left the casino and us being shot at.

"You're okay, then," he sought to have me confirm.

"Yes, of course. Krzysiek, though, has a bruise from her second shot. I looked after him, though," I intoned, smiling, as I continued in my head, ‘we all looked after one another as it happened.'

"Any news, or have I called too early?" I intoned, just about hiding my balmy demeanour.

"Oh, yes," I heard Gorgi say, his head turned towards whoever he was sharing an erotic morning moment with.

"I need to. Tanya," he told her, and then returned his attention to me.

"How good was she?" I cooed, challenging him to compare us and with the slut close by.

"Later," my Russian lover chimed, which covered his reply to us both quite amicably.

"I'm missing you already, Gorgi," I intoned, sultrily, my fingers going to my already aroused clit.

"I've gone over the footage and photos that Russian intelligence has. It's pretty much as you concluded. Five agents killed and a letter spelling EGRES daubed in the vicinity of each one. It's certainly a woman. No doubt about it. What we can't fathom out, though, is how she managed to get the better of five top international agents," he intoned, while ignoring my need.

"All it takes is feminine wile and the art of seduction. ‘The Female of the specious is more deadlier than the male'. It's the line and title of a song," I informed him, my pussy in need of some attention and my Russian lover a continent away (on a Risk gameboard).

Since I had time on my hands and Gorgi on call, while his stamina was as good as resolute, I, for the first time ever in my life, encouraged him to partake in some pleasurable phone-sex...!

I had just finished cumming and subsequently thanked Gorgi before ending the call, when, in turning back, I looked up to see the young fanciable man who had brought me my breakfast. My top had been pulled up to get at my rosy nipples, both of which were hard from my having rolled and pulled them. Something else, though, was also hard while noticeably straining in the young man's trousers, something that was in need of relief, I realised. He could hardly go from room to room with a loaded weapon - most embarrassing for him and likely to get him fired. [No pun intended.]

"You liked watching me play with myself, emn," I cooed, as I knelt up on the bed, eager to, after what amounted to foreplay with Gorgi, get to the main course and dessert - Alain fucking me and then dropping his warm creamy load over my vibrant body.

"Let me lock the door," I intoned, and then slunk off to do just that. As I did, and without breaking stride, I pulled up my top, drew it over my body and off my arms and then dropped it on the floor.

He certainly liked my hard nipples, not just how they looked but how they felt as he sucked and licked each one in turn while ministering to the otherwise neglected one and stroking my once more aroused clit, which soon had me yet again cumming.

‘Oh well, a double, no, make that a multiple starter,' I realised, as Alain, the name on his shirt badge, not only bathed his tongue in my hot wet cunt and licked, sucked and teased my distended clit, but had me turn over, up on all fours. He then, ever so meticulously and pleasurably, licked my asshole, my rosebud, while stroking my clit and massaging the inner folds of my heated wet pussy, which was in desperate need of his ‘love bone', a hangover from Dr Dick Johnson, deep inside my horny wet cooze.

Not that it mattered, since he had one hell of a firm thick long stone hard and warm erection, but no sooner had Alain finished making me cum a third time, than his cock was causing squelching noises as he rocked himself back and forth.

I knew he understood English and so my words of encouragement were far from wasted on him. "Fuck me, do it harder, slap my ass. Yes, more, both of them, then your balls, yes, now your groin, slap it against me. Grab my hair, pull it. Now, ram that thick long cock of yours, yes, yes, oh yes, more," I continued, his fingers stroking my clit throughout as the sound of flesh resoundly slapping flesh had me cumming some more.

Getting up afterwards, I expected my first taste of him. He wasn't gone long. I then felt what had to be the left over margarine smeared over my asshole. I moaned my pleasure and expectancy in gratitude, needless though it was for an anal slut like me, as I lowered my upper body and shoulders and soon had my ass cheeks drawn back and ever invitingly open.

This time, it was Alain's rampant slick cock that slapped my buttocks.

"Does he fuck your ass?" Alain enquired, all the while sliding his warm erection injection along the exposed plane of my curple.

"Yes, I'm such a whore for wanting my ass fucked by big long cock, nice and hard and lovely and deep," I made him aware, before the head, aided by more of the margarine, slid past my anal ring.

Alain was breathing hard, deep and heavy when his hands grasped my hips in a tight, vice-like, grip. Then, "Oh, fuck," I cried out when he literally rammed his thick firm length, balls deep, straight up my tight and exposed ass.

Barely halfway back, it was shoved up me again, then again, and more. I cried out like a whore: "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass." I tend to say that in triplicate. I'm such a needy anal slut like that and right then I needed a good hard ass railing.

Every so often, and before and after I came, I gasped and sighed: "Huh, huh, huh."

"I cum," he said and forewarned me. Sod cumming over me, I wanted to get his lovely tower of Pizza between my lips, suck on his thick firm length, taste myself and a hint of margarine mixed with his Italian spunk.

"Oh yes, urmn. Make me cum, I cum in your mouth," Alain intoned, moments before I felt the first of three creamy blasts hose down the walls of my cock hungry mouth. Feminine wiles, and quite seductive with it.

I sucked every last drop from him as if I was sucking for dear life's air, almost strangling his receded flesh as I drained his cum filled balls of their entire contents. ‘Well, at least if he happens upon some more erotic goings on he shouldn't have it in him to become physically aroused,' I praised my pleasure and effort. Men, so very much the instruments of a woman's pleasure and Alain was undeniably instrumental in a most enjoyable late morning fuck.

"Thank you," I said, appreciatively, and went and took another shower, leaving Alain to tidy himself up and then go about the rest of his day's work. As the cool fine spray splashed and stung my body, my thoughts drifted back all those years, to when I found myself sandwiched between Boris and Gorgi...!

Having returned from the shower, still drying my hair, I suddenly heard the sound of Donna's ringtone on my cell phone. Picking it up, I noticed from the display that the call was from Alfonso. It had to be news, otherwise, why call. ‘I must remember to mention my upcoming birthday to him,' I minded myself, as I clicked to accept the call.

"Good morning, Alfonso. Good news, I hope," I intoned, my voice quite cheerful and full of expectation.

"Good morning, Tanya. I take it you're enjoying your stay in one of Italy's finest cities. Anyway, I think I've found what you may be after," he said, his voice sure and adamant.

"Do tell," I intoned. And as I dried my hair with my left hand I listened intently, my thoughts concentrative on the news he had for me.

"By the way, before you go, and I appreciate your help once again, Alfonso, it's my birthday on Sunday. Any chance you'll -" was all I got out.

"Of course, Tanya, it will be a pleasure and great honour to spend it with you," he said, agreeably, and with a warm voice. Just one problem, a minor detail I had left out. That of my having also invited Gorgi to join us, well, in some respect, them.

"Thank you, that means so much to me," I praised his consideration before we said our ciaos.

‘Double anal for my birthday. What a most perfect pleasurable present,' I congratulated myself, only to remember just how thick Alfonso and Gorgi were. All the same, I looked forward to it and, remembering a well-used method of erotic adult film stars, stopped off at a sex emporium before continuing to the airport for a short, 65 minute afternoon flight. 13-15 to 14-20 Air Dolomiti 8203.

I had brought Fluffy's present, which was still wrapped, with me. I had dropped the odd hint of wanting an e-reader to her, and from the shape of the wrapped, book-like, item, along with its lightness, it wasn't a book in the physical sense.

Since I had almost an hour to spare, I unwrapped Fluffy's present and took out the e-reader. My saviour and new-found lover had also added several erotic books she knew I might like, all from a Chris Thomlinson. In the message on her card, Fluffy had suggested that I start with ‘Pure Erotica'; the other two being ‘Sun, sea, sand & sex,' a collection of erotic summer holiday themed trysts and ‘Naughty Neighbourhood', which was all about some of the vicariously horny residents who lived in a fictitious London square.

I just managed to finish the first book of the seven book collection before we had to put our seat belts on for landing. I loved that it had a poignant point to make, that of books being vicariously pornographic as well, and yet thousand's of differently titled sexually explicit pornographic books are openly sold by the e-book provider and subsequently read, mostly by women who are embarrassed to admit that they clearly enjoy viewing porn, while, in reading books, they as good as watch a porn movie play in their heads as I had just done.

Alfonso's reasoning was, with the break up of Russia, maybe a new neo-Nazi group was behind EGRES. ‘Good call,' I thought, but hardly Berlin. Munich looked, at least, on the map, to be the best bet. Other than that, yet again, I was very much on my own.

I forewent the in-flight meal in preference for the very capable alpha-male of ‘the Handyman', quite handy with his tools he was and much to Samantha's pleasured appreciation.

I collected my suitcase from baggage control and then went and found a McDonald's where I had a fillet-o-fish and medium fries along with a regular cola. My hunger sated, I went and checked into the hotel I had booked.

Ever since, urgh, Mr Wood's departure, It felt quite empowering, in some small way, to take care of flights and accommodation myself.

Alfonso had given me a couple of phone numbers to call, once I arrived in Germany and gotten settled, however, neither one could offer any concrete help. EGRES' base had to be on an island, I deduced, whereas everywhere around me was as good as land-locked.

After a couple of fruitless excursions, I called it a day and returned to my hotel. As with the previous evening, I was, in addition to a meal, looking forward to what the centre of Munich had to offer by way of fun and entertainment.

After an evening meal of what was a long German sausage with new potatoes and a salad, I presently happened upon a wine bar come club and tarried inside. Having ordered my drink, I made my way up the stairs to where the sound of music that was easy on the ears was coming from.

Looking around the dimly lit arena, one that was quite big, I noticed several deserted booths and was presently sat down in one hoping to attract company - each of the tables having a lit candle on them inside a red tinted glass. A svelte blonde wearing a stunning maroon dress came and joined me and we became quite friendly and chatty.

I chanced asking her if she had noticed anything strange, something out of the ordinary, the past month or so. She hadn't noticed anything herself but there had been idle gossip about something. Although that got my interest, I was careful not to appear too enthusiastic.

She told me her name was Blair and I introduced myself as Tanya. It was just after 9pm, though, when the volume of the music increased a few levels; no doubt to encourage people to dance. So as to better hear what she had to say I invited Blair to move closer to me.

It wasn't long before, in the dimly lit, almost smokey, cubicle, I felt Blair's knee rub against that of mine followed by her hand on my thigh. I needed to find out what she knew and so, as a bi-sexual woman, one of hundreds of millions that are comfortable with their sexuality, I gave into her attention. Let's face it, ladies, girls, women of the world, the foreplay we both crave and is necessary to become both post orgasmic and satisfied, is the same, irrespective of whether a man or a woman fulfils that need.

I parted my knees and even turned the left one so that it was against the edge of the seat. Blair was almost seducing me in some way, what with the slowness of her hand's progress along my humid thigh while my ever wet and horny cunt cried out for her immediate attention.

Blair suddenly stopped, her hand inches away from my thong, the dampness of which I felt against my distended clit, ever prevalent as always in such carnal situations. Gazing at me, the svelte blonde who had befriended me, clearly wanted my reciprocation, my hand on her thigh and possibly her own no doubt lush wet pussy; she did, after all, appear to know something that could help with my unofficial mission, so...

Ever eager to feel another woman's soft hand on me, I was less passive and soon had my fingers stroking her shaved naked cunt. Once they were wet enough, I directed them that little bit higher and subsequently stroked Blair's engorged clit as I watched her unencumbered tits rise and fall.

After that, her fingers were up inside my own needful pussy, fucking me with dagger-like thrusts as I, my hands braced one on the table and the other on the back of the seat, flexed myself up and then down to meet her firm thrusts.

Blair's attention continued after we left the club and made our stop start way along variedly lit streets and roads on the way to my hotel.

At one lamp post, she removed my very wet black thong, which she then rolled into a ball before putting it in her mouth. With her head underneath the skirt of my dress, Blair, squatting down, still managed to suck my fuck lips, suck my clit and lick up my escaping juices once I had cum. After that, I was turned around. Having she spat out my thong and wiped my ass with it Blair then licked my rosebud and asshole.

Inside the sanctuary of my hotel room, Blair demonstrated herself to be the dominant type, which, since she undressed me and then pleasured my body for a good 30 minutes and that's in addition to what she had thus far done before we even got inside my hotel room, was okay and fine by me.

With her lips and chin covered in a film of my honey sweet juices, Blair took up her bag and removed a big long gold looking vibrator with a bullet-like tip from inside it. "For me you use," she said, and then, sat up on the bed, gestured for me to undress her.

With a woman, it's different when I'm wearing a dress, in that I want to be totally naked. With a man, however, I like him to start at the top and work his way down every part of my body that's exposed to his appreciation. Clearly, Blair was of the same mind as she welcomed me undoing the zip at the side of her dress and then my lifting it off her body and arms to join mine.

For the first time we kissed; well, that is to say, she kissed my normally available lips for the first time. I'd already enjoyed her prolonged suck, nibble and kisses of my other fuck lips, my labia, and was thoroughly thrilled as always and as is my way (License to thrill!).

Her hand was encouraging when I kissed her well-formed tits, even though she was laid down on the bed. I teasingly slid and slathered my hot wet tongue around the darkened dish of each areola, purposefully grazing Blair's erect nipple every so often and taking her by pleasured surprise when I flicked the bud and then sucked the taught flesh before returning to more teasing.

While she enjoyed that, I, with a hand on each shapely tit, refrained from simultaneously going near her pussy, even saying: "Uh-uh, wait, like a good little slut," when I noticed her free hand drift towards her moist mound.

My first intention was to throw my right leg over Blair's and in between hers, rather like that of dancing with black men in a club. ‘Grinding' it's called and appropriately named as I ground my thigh into and against Blair's pussy and she did likewise to me as I continued sucking and nibbling her firmed up nipples and soon felt her escaping climatic juices against my humid thigh.

I then moved on top of her - naked cunt against naked cunt - and we were soon frotting; distended clit rubbing distended clit and both quite wet and sticky with it. I kissed the horny blonde slut below me, our tongues tussling, tangling, fighting, even, and soon there was a second warmth south of our lips.

I drew myself up and, still slowly grinding Blair's mound of Venus, kissed and licked a capricious path over and around her body; eventually having to move back so that I was subsequently knelt between her knees.

"This is the fuck me position," I told her, and then drew up Blair's legs and placed her upper arms against the backs of her knees. Since I wanted to utilise both of my hands for her pleasure, rather than have her grasp the backs of her ankles in readiness to be fucked deep and hard, something I would get to with the vibrator, I had the divine, decadent slut part her wet and sticky fuck lips for me.

Her cunt was both pink and wet while something called a T-spot moved inside Blair's exposed sex. For those interested, it's rather like the head of a man's cock and it's what makes women squirt.

Leaving that profound pleasure until later, I drew in the natural scent of Blair's sex, which brought forth the expected moans and sighs of contentment and appreciation from my unexpected lover. They continued and quickly became deep sighs when, having my warm breath excited the lovely slut, I flicked my tongue along her exposed wet channel, not, as yet, delving my diligent tongue where she so wanted it.

"Emn, please, Tanya, my cunt, your tongue," she moaned, impatiently, only for me to suck on three of my fingers and ease the first two followed by the third into her warm tight asshole.

"Fuck, yes, em, that, that'll do," she sighed.

Thereafter, and as I casually fucked her ass, I continued licking the mound of Blair's pussy, sucking her engorged fuck lips and then, finally, having exposed her bulbous clit to my attention, flicked, teased and sucked it with my tongue; my attention soon making Blair climax while she held my head to her and bucked and thrust her hips at me as we real women do.

As always, with another woman, I was far from finished. I knew what I liked, multiple orgasms from prolonged foreplay and Blair was no different. With her hand casually resting on my raven hair, I slithered a warm sensual path to her partially bloomed rosebud and began rimming it. As I did, fingers of one hand stroked her clit while those of the other massaged the folds of Blair's warm dowsed cunt.

"Fuck, yes, fuck, yes, more, fuck me, the toy, quick," she cried out, her body close to and, I dare say, on the precipice of an exhilarating orgasm.

I again resisted using the toy. Instead, and while I licked and sucked her clit, I fucked her ass and cunt and as manly as I could, considering I had four fingers in her backside and the shaped pointed fingers, all five, of my other hand reaming the slut's pussy while stroking her T-spot.

I caught the gush of Blair squirting in my mouth, which I immediately closed around her open lips while offering my cum drenched fingers for her to lick and suck. Like a true trooper, Blair obliged and all while my tongue licked and lapped up her climatic juices as I got both a taste of her and she got what she had wanted in addition to all the thus far extras.

As sensual as women are, I need a warm manly cock and not a phallic substitute, which was all we had and what I subsequently took up and sucked on.

"Change of position," I said, and had Blair sat up so that her upper body was inclined and with her hands braced behind her and her feet, knees bent and a good 30 inches apart, planted on the duvet. I then, with a low setting and vibrant humming sound, directed the tip of the toy so that the angled head was touching Blair's clit and then went back to licking and tongue fucking her pussy, enjoying her taste while imbuing two more orgasms to resonate throughout the horny slut's lithe body.

As she continued to gasp from the second one, I trailed the toy down her pussy lips and groove, which were exposed by my fingers, and then sucked on her clit while, and with a higher setting, I fucked the horny slut, giving her two more orgasms as she, using the purchase of both her hands and feet, fucked herself on it while I did very little by way of any forward motion.

She was still gasping when I, having specifically chosen that particular position, slid my right leg between hers. I then, as with Jasmin on the mini-sub, fucked my hot wet cunt against that of Blair's.

She stopped me moments before I climaxed. She then indicated her nearby bag, which, since it was within my reach, I grabbed and gestured towards her. Blair was too much enjoying rubbing herself against me and so I looked inside. Was she gay, I wondered, having noticed a folded short double ended dildo, which I subsequently removed and soon had us both on the end of.

Thereafter, we held each other close, a hand around the other one's neck and occasionally kissing while I stroked Blair's clit and she did likewise to mine.

Up on all fours I had her after that. I then reamed her cunt with the big gold vibrator and fucked her ass with one end of the dildo while grasping the other end. She came quite violently, passing out quite possibly from the extent and power of her orgasm. Likewise, I felt a pained thud and passed out as well.

Chapter 7: Early Birthday Gangbang!

Story outline: Blair turns out to be a great help, albeit for all the wrong and right reasons, as I come face to face with Scorpio and learn of EGRES' plan, masterly though it is, before she gives me an ultimatum and an early birthday surprise. You will not believe it until you both read and visualise it in all its vicariously erotic detail.

As I started to come around, I felt the vibrations of a small airplane's engines and realised I was airborne.

"She's awake," Blair, from opposite me, sneered over the shoulder of the man who was clearly fucking her pussy while she rode her ass on the one she was perched on.

As for me. I was as naked as I previously was, my hands shackled behind me and to a firm restraint, otherwise...!

Clearly, EGRES had been stalking me and I was, thanks in no small part to Blair, on my way to their HQ.

"Owe!" I cried, with the pain of a sharp jab, and as I slipped back into unconsciousness, far from concerned if they would afford my body some manly carnal attention, I recalled, too late, what I'd told Gorgi about seduction and women.

When I again awoke, it was to that of having water thrown on my face, from which it dripped onto my naked body. As my eyes began to clear, I made out what, at first, was the ghostly image of a dark haired woman and a man with a cowl over his head.

"Where am I?" I barked at the woman, only for Blair to step forward and to her right.

"Isn't it obvious, even to someone as bright and intelligent as you, Ms Bond?" Blair taunted me from across the table.

"You wanted to know where EGRES was, and, well, here you are," the dark haired vixen intoned.

"Scorpio," I exclaimed. If it weren't for the fact that my legs were tied to the chair, the table would be turned over and I'd be thrashing the legs at her.

"You killed my love, Boris," I snarled as I struggled, for all the good it did. They'd obviously bound me tight, I realised.

"Calm down, Tanya, not everything is as it seems," Blair sought to assure me. What a cunt, not just her but me, and for allowing my guard to drop.

"Why am I here, and who's he?" I asked of the hooded man.

"We'll get to him later," Scorpio smirked. "For now, though, let's talk about you, then your options. We'd like you to join us. Libra you've met and this is Virgo," she informed me, indicating a blonde haired blue eyed woman stood someway back. Just then, it dropped. Blair's name, it was an anagram of Libra. ‘Shit. How could I have been so God dam stupid. Me and sex, that's how. All the same, I had one thing going for me. I was still alive and that counted for something,' I told myself.

"I'm not a killer, let alone an assassin," I told them, still struggling and with little or no effect.

"That shot, well, two, in fact, was to warn you off, Ms Bond," Libra informed me, suggesting she was the one who fired them.

"Yes, you were getting somewhat close. I never, for one minute, expected anyone to work out the acronym, EGRES, but you did. That's why we want you to join us. It will be for your own good, considering. We intend to rule as we should rightfully do. You can't stop us, Tanya, no one can," Scorpio bragged. "You, of all people, should realise that," she added.

"So, EGRES, it means Evil Group Rules Ever Supreme!" I said, Scorpio having helped me complete it.

"Is that what you think. In that case, Tanya, you need to think again," Scorpio gloated at my apparent naivety.

"Maybe this will help," she smiled, mordantly, and then removed the hood from the man sat to her left.

‘Dufus,' I realised, more to the point, the enemy agent who bought what he thought was the other half of the list of agents.

"He, you, in fact, was most helpful," Scorpio regaled, and then called one of two male guards forward.

"Lick her pussy," she told him, indicating Virgo's.

Not quite what I was expecting as I sat and watched the guard kneel down and then lower Virgo's uniform trousers before moving her black thong to one side. I then observed, with little interest, as he took several licks up and down her shaved cunt before Scorpio had him stop.

"How was she?" the dark haired assassin asked.

"Lovely," he replied, and, to my shock, with the same stupefied slur as that of dufus, not long after he had licked my pussy in Paris all those months ago.

"You cunt!" I exclaimed.

"How?" I said, struggling even more, which got me nowhere.

"Not so much how, but, now that we have your spray, Ms Bond, we intend to take over the world; men, specifically. Men, much like those of the government you work for and who have undermined and suppressed a woman's superior God given sexuality and continue to do so. Men who have given others the means and go ahead to violate women and call it sex," Scorpio informed me, and I had to agree with her; her reason, not her plan.

"We need several days to complete things, Tanya," Libra appealed to me. "The world will be a better place. No more wars, no threats of war and respect for women. Peace on earth, as it should be. We couldn't have done it without you. Of all people, Tanya, you should realise how better things will be," Libra set out their vision for the future, and, I have to admit, it was perfect, except for one thing. They killed my Boris and four other agents.

"You killed five agents, men," I exclaimed. "Cut me loose, I want to scratch your fucking eyes out," I yelled at Scorpio.

"Enough! Silence her," Scorpio said, and with that, I felt another pained jab in my arm.

When I came to, I was in a dank chamber, my hands handcuffed behind me.

"What, where," I uttered, groggily.

"Not everything is as it seems, Ms Bond," Scorpio iterated what Libra had told me.

As my vision cleared, I thought I saw a ghost take shape not far ahead of me.

"Boris," I called out. Then, "Boris!" I exclaimed as there, behind bars and inside a large cell, was Boris along with the other four agents.

"What, what's this?" I said, unable to fathom things out in my groggy head.

"We quite rightly figured their governments wouldn't perform an autopsy on them. We simply tested the initial spray on them and replaced each with a dead body of the same likeness. The wonders of modern surgery," Scorpio regaled.

"So, now that you see we aren't killers, Ms Bond, what about joining us? In the meantime, have some fun while you think it over," Scorpio thrilled and then had two guards open up the cell and usher me inside, no doubt to experience, first hand, their new world order.

No doubt deprived of sex for how ever long it had been, I was urged to kneel down on the hay covered floor by firm hands and then my mouth was filled by Boris's cock while I stroked those of two more agents. ‘Gluh,' I found myself vociferating, whenever the one who was fucking my mouth popped the turgid head of his cock in and out of my throat, something they all managed due to their firm length.

I just then realised, my birthday was but a few days away. More than that, I was about to enjoy an ‘early birthday gangbang' and all thanks to Scorpio and those who came up with such a devilish plan. That said, and as a warm wet tongue went to work on my pussy and clit while another teased my asshole, Scorpio didn't strike me as the brains behind EGRES' plan.

Fingers replaced the tongue on my ass and slid inside. I came immediately and moaned like a whore. Thankfully, Scorpio and the guards had left me to enjoy myself with the five agents and until I was released there was little I could do but enjoy what the future had to offer. Men, five of them, each one ready and willing to pleasure women and right then, in the dank cell, it was me they pleasured many times over.

Since I was still naked, I had them blow their first load of warm sticky creamy spunk over my body. I then, laid down, smeared it over my warm vibrant skin and licked it off my fingers afterwards as my pussy was pleasurably assaulted by two of the agents - one licking and slurping the inside of my horny dripping wet cunt while the other one managed to lick and suck my hardened clit. Boris, below them, tended to my asshole as only he and Gorgi knew how to while the other two, as I sucked each and every cock alternately, licked my tits and nipples before sucking and slurping my teats and eventually, with guarded teeth, rocked their head from side to side with a tempered, perfect sawing action.

If there was one drawback to what had to be a synthesised version of the spray I use to partly subdue men, it was that it took a lot of sucking on my part to get the five agents hard; enough to actually be able to fuck someone - me.

Before we got to that, though, I was suspended above my lover's long warm tongue, which sufficed in the meantime while fingers from another of them stroked my clit and someone else's diddled my ass, and all while I got to suck on the two who were pleasurably rolling and pulling my hard nipples.

As I came, and for the third time so far, a part of me welcomed EGRES' vision. Not just the fucking but world peace. Let's face it, men had fucked things up and continued to do so from the beginning of the human race. Having them go out to work and then come home ready to be instruments of a woman's pleasure sounded perfect to me. A win, win all round.

That, of course, was the sex talking, and right then, in that cell, surrounded by and being pleasurably attended to by five men and fellow agents, I felt like a queen; okay, a princess, at the very least.

"Fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me with your tongue, your fingers," I cried out, between changeovers; still with Boris tongue fucking and slurping on my horny wet cunt and, between them, making me cum some more.

No sooner was one of them hard enough to actually fuck me, than I was up on all fours and getting spit fucked, mouth and pussy, while another of them licked and sucked my clit and fingers, no doubt from whichever one was going at my hot wet sex hard and deep, worked three of his fingers up my tight little asshole.

"Hurmngh," I moaned and murmured around the one in my mouth, which soon firmed up under my cocksucking oral skills. Upon seeing him hard, the other three all had me suck and lick their warm shafts until they too were capable of giving my pussy and ass a right good seeing to.

They grunted a lot, almost as I imagined Neanderthal men did, and directed me this way and that to have me assume whatever position they wanted to fuck me in. ‘No difference there, then,' I thought to myself, as Boris slid himself beneath me.

Well, they certainly hadn't lost any of their sexual prowess, I realised when, instead of the French agent behind me moving his baguette-like cock up to my anus, he remained where he was while my lovely Boris joined him in the warm wetness of my dowsed cunt. They even fucked me with perfect rhythm, just the way I've come to like it; one moving in while the other drew himself back, thereby setting off bursts of pleasure with the rippling sensations that, even then, permeated and thrilled throughout my body before registering in my head.

"Oh yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Yes, more," I cried out and urged, encouragingly, my body on the edge of another climax and in quick succession.

A manly cock filled my mouth then fingers slid up my ass and once again I was in sex heaven, riding all four probes if you like to yet another thrilling orgasm. They were far from finished with me and I welcomed every passing moment, second and minute.

I next found myself stood up and then bent forward, my body at a right angle. Hands took mine and placed them on the agent in front of me moments before his cock filled my mouth and a hand from one of them urged me forward onto the advancing warm length of man meat.

Fingertips slid into my pussy and then a hand or hands, not easy to tell when you are faced the other way, dusted my ass cheeks, thereby causing me to recoil on the fingers while the owner's thumb agitated my clit.

"Hurmn," I cried out each time, only to, and after the last and sixth one, feel hands draw my ass cheeks apart and then sense several gobs of spit hit my bloomed rosebud plumb on.

Moments later, a warm wet tongue both swirled it around and then probed my exposed asshole and in a most delightful manner, one that had me cumming shortly afterwards. Another of them took over mouth fucking me moments before I felt the spongy glans of an erection press against my exposed anus and slide, effortlessly, inside.

"Ungh," I moaned my pleasure, when it filled me up, only for, and almost coming alive, the fingers in my pussy to begin fucking themselves into my hot wet cunt and at the same time as the one in up my tight ass.

Thereafter, they each took a turn in my shapely backside, their groin making a loud slapping noise each time it hit against my ass cheeks, which no longer needed to be held open until they switched on me, thereby giving me an eventual taste of myself on the warm firm cock that had just railed my tightest hole.

For their next invitation, I was positioned above and facing away from my beloved, Boris. As always, his cock slipped up my tight asshole with welcome aplomb. For the next several minutes, I managed to have the others wait as I rode that warm firm Russian cock of his; slowly up and then hard down, slapping my ass on his groin and thighs each time. I do so love the commanding situation that position presents. One I would have to get used to if EGRES managed to pull off its plan to overpower men.

Just then, as I rode Boris to another thrilling warm climax, I realised something through the sex haze I was engulfed in. The liquid form of the spray would have to be transported and dropped into reservoirs around the world.

Thinking no more of it, not until afterwards, I beckoned the Italian agent forward and soon had him thrusting and pumping his warm hard length in and out, back and forth of my deliciously dowsed pussy and all while I got another taste of the other three.

Before we got to the next position proper, I couldn't stop myself from licking Boris's warm firm length and then covering his Russian cock with my mouth and lips. I then, as one of the other agents gave my ass a damn good reaming while grasping my hips, slid my warm wet lips down and up his warm fleshy length as I slithered and slathered my tongue around his shaft. Apart from our surroundings and additional, welcome, company, it was as if we were back in the log cabin and soon a most wonderful climax exploded like a firework display in my head.

I was very much there's for the taking and use thereof. I wasn't exactly going anywhere, while the ride was most enjoyable - back over Boris on all fours while the other agents took a turn shoving a warm firm length in my unoccupied holes and making me cum many times over throughout what was a most memorable ‘Early birthday gangbang'.

"What a complete slut!" a woman's voice exclaimed, from outside.

"A perfect addition," another, no doubt Scorpio, said; however, I was too embroiled with the five agents to see.

France and Germany were in my wet dripping pussy in a scissors position while the Italian's warm firm tower of lust was rocking back and forth of my well-used asshole and all while I got a mouthful of Boris and a Spaniard who had a long cock that was curved rather like a sabre.

"Uggh," Boris, who was once again back up my tight asshole, uttered, moments before he withdrew his firm length from me and then covered my back, right up to that of my black hair with a heavy amount of his warm creamy cum.

The sensation, as it landed, had me undulating my body up and down the bulging lengths of the French and German agents who soon filled my horny cum saturated cunt with an equal overdose of their combined offering. ‘Fuck me! That was quite a lot,' I realised, of yet another effect of EGRES' version of my spray, moments before my mouth was flooded by the Italian's warm creamy spunk, which, due to its magnitude and consistency dribbled from my lips as I swallowed what I was able to and as best that I could.

After that, the Spanish agent took a long ride in my ass. Supported by the German agent as he caressed and massaged my tits and nipples, I was urged, by Scorpio, to hold myself open while the Spaniard grasped my left shoulder and grabbed a hold of my hair.

"Oh, yes, fuck yes, fuck me, harder, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, yes, more, keep fucking my ass," I urged, and all while, with the German agent stroking my clit, I headed towards a crashing orgasm and subsequently blacked out afterwards.

When I came around afterwards, I found myself sat back at the table. Since the agents, in particular, Boris, were all alive, albeit in a subdued state, my hands were shackled behind me and that was all.

"So, how was your reunion, Ms Bond? More to the point, how did you enjoy the future?" Scorpio asked, mordantly.

"It may be your future, but they were shadows of themselves; well, Boris, at least. I want the real Boris back," I said, insistently, the venom I felt earlier under my strict control.

"And, then, will you join us?" Libra intoned.

"You're kidding, right!"

Scorpio shot daggers at me with her dark evil eyes and then made a gesture with her hand. "Owe," I cried out, moments before slipping into unconsciousness, but not before I heard Scorpio say: "Lose her somewhere."

When I awoke, far from finding myself on a desert island, I was being set to by three of EGRES' guards. Quite clearly, I was to be fucked into going along with their plan, while the pleasure, enjoyable as it always was, only served to make me all the more determined to succeed.

Again, and after what was a long time and hard fuck, one that left the trio of guards shagged out, I found myself back at the table and with a smile of pure contentment on my face.

"Next," I said, brazenly. "How about you two. I'm dying to chew your nipples and clit right off you," I intoned, cheerily.

"You're quite stubborn, Ms Bond, but are you foolhardy?" Scorpio said, and with a glint of accomplishment in her eyes.

"No. Why?" I rejoined.

"Officially, the five agents you took pleasure with are dead. Stay out of our way for the next few days and they will be returned. Not just to their respective countries but as they were. Their full faculties back, if only for until they fall under...well, your choice," Scorpio informed me, smarmily, before having a guard take me to a solitary cell to think it over.

EGRES, Scorpio, whoever, was pleasant enough that Virgo brought me two meals, which I enjoyed in her company. I got the feeling that she very much was their most recent recruit as, for dessert, I got to dine on her delicious pussy.

Shortly after she had left me, and just as equally satisfied, I slipped into a long sleep. When I awoke the next day, though...!

Chapter 8: Stranded In Malta!

Story outline: Like Michael Douglas's character at the end of the film ‘The Game', I woke up in what was very much a strange country, clearly to put a halt to my meddling in EGRES' dastardly plans of world domination for women.

When I subsequently awoke, I found myself clothed as I was but in a family crypt - there being names and dates on them - and that was it. No money or credit cards, no passport, and certainly no cell phone. There was one good thing, though; a couple to be precise. The door to the crypt was open while I was very much alive. EGRES had seriously underestimated both me and my resolute determination to foil their evil plan.

Even before I made my way towards the door, I felt the day's warmth and realised I was in a hot climate. When I stepped outside, though, I got a shock. Far from finding myself in the town's local cemetery, the family crypt was outside a derelict mansion. Looking around, all I saw was an emptiness that seemed to stretch for miles and miles. Barren, desolate wasteland is the only way to describe it. I wasn't beaten, though, far from it, in fact.

Using my wits, I quickly worked out where north was by the sun's position and began walking east in my heels. To pass the time, my thoughts returned to the previous day. Not the sex, mind, enjoyable as it was, especially discovering that Boris and the others were alive, but that of Scorpio's demeanour and reactions to what I had calculatedly said.

Clearly, I had incorrectly deciphered what EGRES meant; some of it anyway. Their plan was certainly evil and so that conclusion had to be correct, while they were definitely an evil group, one who's main members were named after common signs of the Zodiac. As women, their plan was to ‘reign supreme', thanks to my unique spray, which they had found out how to synthesise. That just left the second ‘e', which had to mean ‘ever'. More than ever I was at a loss. Clearly, I had overlooked something, something important, but what, I pondered to myself as I continued my trek as it had become.

After 30 minutes of heading east, I heard the sound of a distant motor vehicle's engine somewhere behind me, an indication that I was heading in the right direction. Turning to see, I noticed the front outline of a jeep and subsequently waited.

When they got within 20 yards of me, I began waving my arms to have the driver slow down. As they got closer, I noticed it was a woman and presently she slowed down and stopped. Her dark brown curly hair and well-tanned dark skin shone in the sun as did her welcome smile. I had already decided what I would say.

"English?" I asked her.

"Yes, a little," she acknowledged.

"My friends. They played a joke on me. Got me drunk. Left me here," I explained, and in the simplest of words.

"You want lift, yes?" she intoned.

"To town, yes?" I further enquired. The only item she had with her was a straw bag and so I figured, quite rightly as I soon discovered, Anya was on her way to buy provisions.

After some small talk, I got to the main matter in hand and discovered I was in Malta. Again, my brain started whirring. I had been taken from Munich to EGRES' HQ, and at great expense with regards to the flight. Their HQ was somewhere warm, I noticed against my naked skin. Malta seemed the ideal place to dump me, which suggested their HQ was close by. Certainly not Italy, though, which I was south east of.

Thanking Anya for her help as I stepped out of the jeep, I made my way through a large village, far from where the main airport had to be situated and me with no money, credit cards or passport. Just then, Sandra Bullock's plight in the film ‘The Net', came to mind.

Eventually, I found a local girl, one who spoke good enough English that she was able to help me. On the outskirts of town there lived a man who had a two-wing plane, which was perfect. Thanking the girl for her help, I hot footed my way there as best I could, considering the dress shoes I had on.

My spirits lifted when, having past the last building, I caught sight of the very plane the girl had mentioned in the distance and was thankful that its owner hadn't taken it up for a ride. He just needed to be home, was all that mattered; that, and the not so small problem of my not being able to pay him.

Arriving outside the pilot's home, which was little more than a wooden bungalow, I knocked on the door and waited. Through the netting of the window, I noticed a tall manly figure stumble towards me, only to suddenly realise what day it was. Sunday.

"Yes!" he said, abruptly. ‘Good. He speaks English,' I was thankful for.

"Your plane, I need you to take me -" was all I got out.

"It's Sunday, I'm not going anywhere on Sunday," he said, gruffly.

"Look. Let me come inside. Explain things to you," I appealed, and fluttered my eyelashes at him as I smiled convincingly.

Stood to one side, he held the door open for me. I smiled my gratitude and subsequently thanked him as I stepped inside, only for the pilot to make a remark about what I was wearing. I brushed it aside, as he and his like, men, had more pressing things to be concerned about and made my way to where there was a lounge and kitchen area with him tottering behind me.

I was sat on his sofa, waiting, by the time he had caught up. ‘Sit,' I directed him, quite insistently; domineering almost.

"My name is Tanya Bond. You?" I asked him.

"Matthias," he intoned, his voice quizzical.

"Right, then, Matthias. I'll get straight to the point. I'm a British secret agent," I informed my host, only for him to smirk.

"I am, believe me. Believe me, also, when I tell you I have 48 hours to stop an evil group's plan. One that affects you and men in general," I made Matthias aware. That seemed to curb his sniggers; at which point, he sat down beside me on his wooden couch.

With time of the importance, I told Matthias what I could. I even pointed out to him what had I to otherwise gain.

"Your friend, the Russian, Gorgi," he said. "You call him."

"You've a phone, then," I exclaimed while my spirits suddenly soared.

Having shown me where it was, I called my Russian lover and gave him the news about Boris and the others before explaining my dilemma. He then asked me to put Matthias on the line so that he could speak to him. From what I caught of the conversation, Matthias expected Gorgi to fly out and collect me. He was undeniably stubborn about going up on Sunday. Clearly, the Maltese people hold the Sabbath in high esteem.

‘Hold on,' I thought. Italy's closer, while Alfonso has his helicopter. If I could somehow get Matthias to take me as far as Messina, would Alfonso be able to collect me from there.

"Let me try someone else. It's for your good and the good of mankind," I appealed to him, and was soon through to the head of the Mafia.

Again, I quickly explained things along with my suggestion. If it meant blowing Matthias, even having sex with him, then, and for the greater good of mankind, so be it. Let's face it, where would I, let alone any sane woman, not to mention the human race as a whole, be without men.

"Si, Alfonso," Matthias intoned, and in a manner that suggested they were old friends. Maybe, as in the Godfather films, Alfonso had done a favour for Matthias, as his face became warmer and he spoke in an Italian accent.

Handing the phone back to me at the end, Alfonso warmly intoned: "Si, Bella," before saying "Ciao," and ending the call.

"So?" I said, none the wiser. Matthias' face was aglow, while what looked like a crowbar, a bloody big one, stirred in his baggy jeans. ‘Oh well, for Queen, country, the world and mankind, here I go again,' I realised to myself, as Matthias came towards me, all the while smiling.

"We fuck, yes?" he said, still with that warm smile etched on his face, which had suddenly become cute.

"But, I need -"

"We fuck, first, then fly." He was most insistent.

"Yes, we fuck," I said, agreeably.

Matthias was far from romantic about it, even when he took my dress off and almost ripped my stained black thong from me. He then grabbed me up in his big strong arms and carried me the short distance to his wooden sofa, which he dumped me on.

Leaving me there, he quickly got undressed, revealing, when he drew down his pants, a quite impressive long firm cock, one that was headed for my mouth, my wet pussy and, no doubt, my tight little asshole.

With Matthias soon knelt between my legs, his cock poised hard and ready to possess me, I took a hold of his left wrist and looked at his watch. It was still morning. Plenty of time to go around the world with Matthias and meet up with Alfonso for lunch, somewhere romantic, I hoped.

Having shrugged off my hand, he dropped his head between my legs, which he raised up. For the time it took me to enjoy two, count them, two climaxes, Matthias worked his tongue, much like an artisan in the craft of pussy licking, up and down my gash, over and around my asshole, in and around my streaming wet cunt and then over and along my horny distended clit.

When he pushed his warm firm length into me, I cried to the heavens. When he subsequently began fucking me with long slow determined thrusts, I wrapped my naked thighs around him and dug my ankles into his back, urging him forward and to fuck me harder and deeper.

His cum, when it exploded, felt like molten lava while his prize specimen of manly wonder remained rigid. Turning my part trembling body over and with me up on all fours, Matthias somehow urged my ass cheeks apart; enough that he was able to direct the head of his swollen cum-slick and well-lubricated manhood to my puckered rosebud and slip it inside.

"Oh, fuck. Do you always enter without knocking," I said of his eagerness, only to receive a playful slap for my mordant remark.

Thereafter, and as he stroked my clit, Matthias gave me a first class ass reaming, urged on by my rocking back to meet his forward motion, which caused his groin to slap against my ass cheeks and make them ripple while his balls, big cum filled ones, slapped up to join his fingers in further pleasuring my distended clit.

Having made me cum, in no way difficult considering what Matthias had been doing to me, I presently found myself laid on my back and with just my head and shoulders resting on the floor. Thankfully, depending how you look at it, me in an upside down position, my back was against the front of my host's sofa while he positioned my legs so that they were both in a sitting position.

I quite enjoy a position where I'm laid on my left side and with my right leg, and only my right leg, mind, in a sitting position. The man I'm with then kneels either side of my left leg and subsequently draws up the right one, which he rests against his left shoulder. That opens my whole body up to all manner of attention: his cock in my pussy or ass, my tits and nipples to his fingers, mouth, lips and tongue and my clit to his fingers while not forgetting the romanticism of a warm wet kiss - with or without tongues.

Matthias, on the other hand, had either come up with a whole new interpretation of that position or he had more than likely seen some porn slut get drilled in the way he was about to drill me.

"Now, we fuck!" Matthias exclaimed, as he stood abrace (astride) my horizontal thighs, his cock all the more hard and poised ready to fuck fill my cunt or ass. His remark caught me, though. Wasn't that what we had been doing so far? Evidently not, I realised when Matthias, pointing his slick coated man meat down, flexed his knees and sunk the entire length deep inside my dowsed cunt.

"Oh fuck, yes, more, fuck me, fuck my wet cunt, huh," I cried out and gasped, as, not only did he draw himself up but his warm mass left me and was then plunged back, balls deep, again.

"Huh, huh, huh," I gasped, as he continued like that for some long pleasurable minutes, all while he considerately stroked my clit and presently made me cum.

Far from finished he was and even as my climax rattled through me in my upside down position, Matthias was skilful enough to plunge himself into my pussy. ‘Oh yes, more,' and follow that up with a direct hit on my ass, which I held open for him. After that, it was pussy then ass, no other rhythm to it, as he continued to stroke my clit and make me cum.

With the second one echoing throughout my well-fucked and highly pleasured body, Matthias dismounted my thighs, only to squat astride me and lower his cum-slick length to my waiting mouth and lips, which parted eagerly.

"Hurmn, urmn," I moaned like a whore, as I sucked and licked his warm length for as long as Matthias allowed, then it was back to my pussy. This time, he grasped my legs and really let me have it, almost piledriving his warm firm cock into me with fervent determination. Moments before he came, though, Matthias slipped himself back into my snug little asshole. That did the trick, and in seconds I felt his cock swell followed by the first gush of his warm sticky cum hose down the walls of my anus.

To my surprise, welcome as it was, Matthias withdrew himself and creamed the final two loads over my ass more than that of my pussy. He then swirled the head around his warm spunk and then dipped it inside for one final gestured plunder.

"Oh!" I gasped, with the kinky delight, and then watched as he dismounted and moved his cum-slick cock ever closer as he held himself in his right hand. Matthias then leant down and grasped my hair with his left hand, managing to turn me over and on my side as he drew my head towards the cum-slick glans of his ominous erection. Holding me still and firm, he subsequently plunged his entire length in and out of my mouth, fucking it and me with the same enthusiasm he had shown my cunt and ass only moments ago.

"Gluh," I found myself repeatedly vociferating, as he fucked the head, still swollen, in and out of my throat until he released a third full creamy load inside me. ‘What a lovely fucking stud,' I regaled to myself, only to feel it wilt and recede.

"Now we fly, yes," he said.

Clearly not a man of many words, Matthias, while his cock had spoken volumes. ‘Yes, now we fly,' I agreed as I collected up my dress and thong. He'd certainly done a number on the later, the strap having been torn apart in his animalistic eagerness to ravage me. It had little use other than to serve as a memento and so I held it out in ofference for him to take.

"For me, Bella? Thank you," Matthias intoned and placed it in his jeans pocket while I slipped my dress over my shoulders and soon had the zip done up.

"Now, we fly," I exclaimed, and followed my saviour, of sorts, out to where his plane was waiting.

With the rota blades turning and the engine humming, it wasn't long before we were airborne. The cockpit was big, enough for both of us, even though there were seats behind, and so I sat next to him. In little time at all, we were over the ocean. Looking back, I saw the tiny island that was Malta in the distance and breathed a sigh of accomplishment. We would soon be flying over the lower part of Italy that is fondly referred to as the football on the end of a soccer boot, there to rendezvous with Alfonso and with EGRES' plans to deter my saving mankind well and truly scuppered, save for discovering their base, of course.

I decided to put that tiny problem out of my mind. I hadn't, despite the wonderful fuck I'd enjoyed from the man sat beside me, fully shown him my gratitude. Time to put that right, I decided.

I certainly wasn't going to actually fuck Matthias - License to thrill, not reckless abandonment. Nevertheless, I reached for the button and fly of his jeans and with only the modest amount of protesting on Matthias' part, soon had them undone and his warm cock between my lips.

"Urmn, so good, so lovely and good," I echoed my inner feelings not long afterwards, as I slathered my tongue around his warm long veiny shaft which burgeoned before me.

Somehow managing to maintain control of the plane, I covered the ominous head with my lips and slid them purposefully down. Fully sheathed inside me, I exercised my throat muscles as I drew myself up and then fell back on Matthias' warm turgid glans.

"Urmn, urmn," I voiced my pleasure, throatily, as I continued. On and on I sucked his cock and soon felt the warm sensations of the crown as it pulsed inside my throat moments before a surge erupted from it and flooded my mouth and throat.

Although his body spasmed, uncontrollably, almost, as he released his warm sticky essence, I maintained a firm grip on Matthias' throbbing shaft while, at the same time, managing to hold him down. Wow! Four times, four loads he had cum. What an unbelievable fuck stud, I regaled inside as I slurped and sucked him dry.

"Emn, lovely. Most enjoyable. Not that the other ones weren't," I was quick to assure him. After that, I gave it a farewell kiss and tucked him back inside his pants before doing up his jeans and carrying on, as if what just happened hadn't.

"Not long now, Bella," he intoned, gesturing to the island mass, a speck that was Italy off into the distance. ‘Home and Alfonso,' I sighed, and shortly thereafter we began a slow descent.

"I guess this is goodbye," I said, not wanting to leave yet another faithful warm friend in Matthias while I had more pressing matters to take care of and a deadline to meet.

As we kissed, his hand drew up the back of my dress and came to rest on my shapely ass, the one he had so perfectly introduced his marvellous warm hard cock to many times over that morning.

"I've got your address, Matthias. I promise, when this is all over and I've saved mankind, I'll be sure to visit, pay you for your help. Now, friend, dear lover, I have to go," I said, doing my best to hold back the tear in my right duct before pulling away.

"Ciao, Bella," he said, all the while watching as I, walking backwards for a short while, made my way to where Alfonso and his helicopter were waiting for me.

Chapter 9: Birthday Wish Double!

Story outline: Back in the arms of my two dearest male friends and lovers, Alfonso and Gorgi, I put aside any thoughts as to where EGRES' HQ was based as I got to enjoy my Birthday Wish Double after a most enjoyable evening meal, one that continued in my hotel room.

Sunday afternoon in Italy, as we drove through the city of Messina, was picturesque. It was good to be back and especially on my birthday.

"It's my birthday today, Alfonso. I'm 27 years young. I was rather hoping it would be memorable and for all the right reasons," I crooned as I nestled up to him in the back of his private limo, my mind still troubled with Scorpio and her band of Zodiac devils.

"There, there, don't worry yourself, Bella," he said, assuringly, as he stroked the side of my face. I felt safe in Alfonso's hands as we made our way through what looked like market streets to the hotel he had considerately booked for me.

I felt a warm tingle throughout my body when he slid his hand down over my warm breast and subsequently held my waist. The first thing I needed was a warm shower, especially with Matthias' cum swimming around inside me and me with no panties to staunch any leakage.

By the time we arrived at the hotel, Gorgi had retrieved my belongings from the one in Germany and was waiting for us. Funny, odd even, I thought to myself, as to how two nations, Russia and England, along with the head of the Mafia, came together for one common cause, saving mankind from EGRES' evil plan, while so looking forward to the coming evening.

"Gorgi, what a lovely surprise. I was hoping to celebrate my birthday and with you and my other saviour," I said, before introducing them formally and making no mention as to Alfonso's status.

No sooner were we inside my hotel's plush five-star room than I had cause to leave them. "I need a shower first. I'm covered in dirt after being stranded in Malta. Luckily for me, the pilot and Alfonso are good friends," I said, before throwing off my dress and stepping out of my shoes as I made my way to the bathroom, leaving my paramours to get to know one another in the meantime.

When I felt the welcome warmth of the spray hit my naked body, I released a sigh of relief as Matthias' cum trailed down my inner thighs. I wanted to be wet when my waiting lovers fucked my pussy later that evening, but I wanted it to be my cum they tasted, all womanly, sweet and sexy. To accomplish that, I removed the nozzle and directed a warm jet deep inside my pussy, resisting the faint sensations caused by the spray when it stung my clit.

After that, I directed the spray to wash away the suds that covered my body and turned it off afterwards. I felt so refreshed, electrified, almost. It was as if my whole being had been recharged by the water. As I wrapped a towel around my partially dried body, I decided to put all thoughts of EGRES, along with the puzzle as to where their HQ was, on hold, at least until tomorrow. I was determined to enjoy my birthday and in the company of the two men I so wanted to be a part of it. And nothing, not even Scorpio, was going to spoil what I had planned.

Having left the bathroom, I collected my suitcase and took it to my hotel suite's bedroom. I made a quick check that everything was there, including the something I had bought while I was in Venice. ‘Now or later,' I mused to myself and slipped it where it would do most good.

‘Won't need you today,' I thought of Fluffy's present to me. My body was roused and horny without any added stimulation from the e-reader she had considerately bought me.

I took a black thong from my case, which I stepped into before pulling on a skirt and slipping my arms into a blouse - nothing in particular. I then returned to the main room where only Gorgi was sat.

"Where's Alfonso?" I said, concerned that something had been said between them.

"He's taken your dress to be dry-cleaned, Tanya. He'll be back soon. Give us some time to catch up. That is what you want, right?" my Russian lover exclaimed, having noticed a frown creep up on my face.

"I want to spend my birthday with both of you. It's my wish, in fact," I told him while realising just how much influence my Italian lover had. Quite a lot if he could get my dress cleaned and back on a Sunday.

"I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since yesterday. Even then it was...scraps," I said, while recalling, albeit fleetingly, the gangbang I'd enjoyed with Boris and the other four docile agents.

Shortly after a late lunch, courtesy of the hotel's room service, there came a knock at the door. Going to see who it could be, there stood Alfonso. In his hand, he held my cleaned dress by the hanger it was on and covered with a cellophane dress bag.

"Wow! That's amazing," I shouted my appreciation as I stood to one side and took it from him.

"How much do I owe you?" I said, ever one to pay my way, either with money, now that I had my belongs from Munich, or my body in the case of Matthias' help.

"Think of it as my present, Bella."

‘Is that all,' I thought, as I slid my hand down the plastic bag, only to feel something abnormally weighty.

"Hold on. What's this?" I thrilled, elatedly, as I snuck my hand up inside. The wonderful lovely rogue of a man had attached something to the dress.

"Alfonso, it's lovely. You shouldn't have," I exclaimed as I gazed at his most wonderful present. A gold bracelet with what had to be a pair of raised diamonds in it. I quickly snapped it on and then went and thanked him with a kiss on each cheek. I had my own special present to enjoy with them and so, as horny as I felt, even more so with that of his present, I controlled my carnal appreciation until later.

"Gorgi," I exclaimed, as I showed it to him.

"For me," I said, having he taken a long slender present, one that was wrapped in coloured paper with a bow tied around it, from his inside pocket and handed it to me.

I was excited. It was my birthday, after all, and I had every reason to be, not just because of the evening I had planned. I untied the bow, unwrapped the paper and opened the box inside. It was a thin silver chain with a pair of rubies on it. There was no guessing as to where it went and I soon had it around my left ankle.

I looked down and then towards Gorgi with a grateful smile. "Thank you. Thank you for being such wonderful men. Your presents are truly welcome. I have, though, got a present of my own. One I want to share with both of you after dinner," I hinted. "You will stay, yes," I said, directing my plea to Alfonso.

"Of course. Anything the birthday girl wants, she shall have," Alfonso rejoined, assuredly.

"Okay. Let me just slip into my dress, and then you can show us around Messina. I'm sure there's a perfectly romantic Italian restaurant you know of," I said and then returned to the bedroom. There, I put on a small amount of make-up before getting fully dressed while Gorgi's present was the only item to adorn either of my legs.

Sat at the table and with my birthday lovers either side of me, it wasn't long, thanks to the low lighting and the slit in my dress having exposed my right leg, before a hand from each found its way onto my knees as we gave our orders to the waiter. I managed to control a low moan when I ordered the special and felt a hand from either side slowly slide my dress along each thigh and begin to rub the top. It somewhat amazed me that these two men, strangers to one another until that afternoon at my hotel, worked in perfect rhythm, even when they gave their order without missing a beat; both in what they said and what they were doing.

I opened my thighs, inviting them further as I perused the wine list and selected a perfect accompaniment for our individual meals.

"That's an exquisite choice," the waiter commended me and then went to retrieve a bottle from where it was kept. In the meantime, and until he returned a short while later, I breathed deeply as fingers stroked ever higher along my thighs and edged ever closer to my wet pussy. It was immediately exposed to their attention when Gorgi drew the damp material of my black thong to one side

"You don't know, how much, I've longed for, your combined touch, there," I panted deeply, as fingers from Alfonso stroked my pussy mound while those of Gorgi drew slow sensual circles around my distended clit.

Moments later, their fingers were idle and listless as the waiter poured the wine into one of three glasses, which he handed to me. I took a sip and thanked him. He nodded my approval and poured two more glasses before setting the bottle on the table and going about his duties.

I slunk back in my seat, my legs ever wider as I gave myself to the attention of the men sat either side of me. Under the cover of the low lighting, Gorgi dipped his fingers in the burgundy I'd selected and I soon felt the odd cool drip on my flesh followed by his fingers as they eased their way inside my needy cunt.

"When I'm, emn, yes, more, both of you," I urged, Alfonso stroking my clit as my Russian lover massaged the inner folds of my ever wet pussy. "When I'm in a restaurant, alone, I imagine the waiters fucking me both on and over the table as I wait for my order," I made mention.

"And, now," Alfonso intoned, giving my firmed up clit a telling squeeze, one that forced a sigh from my lips as I came.

"My thoughts are of you. Both of you. Eating my dripping wet cunt, yes, more, as the other one force feeds me his lovely hard cock to gag on. With my dress pooled up and around my waist, I'm bent over the table while customers watch as you fuck my mouth and cunt, my lovely tight ass...uh-uh, not yet, Gorgi," I warned him off it.

"That's certainly doable," Alfonso, and to my surprise, said.

"What, here! In this restaurant," I exclaimed, and felt two pairs of fingers ream my dowsed pussy, moments before the waiter brought us our order.

The napkins were for our meals, and so they wiped their fingers on my moist mound and then lightly sniffed them. That single act, when a man smells my cunt, sent shivers through me, while a naughty thought entered my head.

They had left my dress pulled up high. Almost around my waist and enough to expose my pussy. I beckoned the waiter to me as I held up my knife and asked for a clean one. As he examined it, I looked to where his cock was. Sure enough, I noticed a flinch in his well-pressed tight-fitting trousers. "Sorry about that, madam. I'll just go and get you another one."

It was a different waiter who brought me a replacement. I thanked him and then cut up the first piece of food, happy in myself that I had such an amazing erotic effect on men. I visualised him stroking his cock as I enjoyed my meal. I even felt tempted to go and help him with one of my special blowjobs only I was with company and what wonderful company they were.

When he returned to take away our empty plates, the only noticeable sign as to what he'd been doing was that of his croaky voice when he asked if we wanted dessert.

"No. That will be all, thank you," I said, and then wiped the side of my lips with the napkin as if I was wiping away a blob of cum.

"These two fine young men have all the dessert and cream I need, thank you," I added, teasingly. No sooner had I said it than he was off again. How on earth he managed to scurry away and without dropping any of the plates, amazed me.

They split the bill and left a tip, which the other waiter collected. Before I fully stood up, though, I removed my damp thong and left it on the seat for the waiter I had teased to find and no doubt add his own cum to that of mine.

The night air was balmy as we took a slow walk back to my hotel. When Gorgi made a comment about my having teased the waiter, I told him that I'd left a little something of my own by way of a tip. He wanted to see and feel, this time, around the back. I stood where I was and invited his hand as I directed it to the back of my dress. I whispered what I wanted for my birthday wish. First to Gorgi as I nibbled his ear and he stroked my ass, then to Alfonso as I stroked his thick Italian salami.

"You do!" he exclaimed.

"Uh-huh. I want both your big long cocks in my ass at the same time. Double anal for my birthday, it's my wish, guys," I said, as Gorgi's fingers fondled with the but plug I had earlier shoved up my British backside after my shower.

"Before that, though, there's the small matter of you serving me dessert, just like in my waiter fantasy. More than doable. Right!" I crooned.

No sooner had I said it than they picked me up and carried me the rest of the way, putting me down just before we turned the corner that lead to where my hotel was situated.

With the door closed, I made my way across the lounge, not to the table to be served but to the sofa. I then watched as, at my invitation, they removed their shoes followed by their trousers and pants before putting their shoes back on. My pussy became wet and my clit throbbed as I stared at their big long firm cocks, each one bobbing about as they removed their clothes and put their feet back in their shoes.

Stood either side of me, I made a hasty grab for their cocks, only for Alfonso to teasingly stop me when he insisted that I order from a fictitious menu while they each pretended to hold an imaginary pen above their flattened out other hand.

"Yes. I'd like two big long cocks. I'm quite hungry. Followed by cream. It has to be hot and sticky, though," I said, eager to get at the one either side of me, but no. Having taken the order, they asked about something to drink. Although I was in agony to be fucked by them, especially after the wonderful foreplay I'd enjoyed beneath the restaurant table, my two pseudo-waiters had the utmost intention of playing out my fantasy to the max!

I watched them as they walked away. If it wasn't for them wearing their jackets, I'd have seen a butt in the moonlight from both of them.

"Here's madam's drink," Gorgi said, as he handed me a glass of my usual aperitif. "Your order will be with you shortly," he informed me and then left me to take a sip of my drink. It was a perfect blend of Pepsi Max, which had been poured over ice and two slices of lemon cut in half.

As they came towards me, and from a distance, my eyes shot open. Each of the salvers that our lunch had been brought up on had a long thick cock laid along it, while the ominous head had part of the ribbon that had been tied around Gorgi's present looped around it. As they got nearer, though, what with the length of their offering, their balls hung off the end, an inviting delicacy all of their own.

I took another slug of my drink, if only to wet my lips in readiness for the feast that was about to be laid before me. Two big long cocks, a meal in themselves and me with three hot wanton holes to enjoy them, ‘yummy,' I thought to myself.

"Madam appears to be overly dressed," Alfonso said, and with that, not wanting to hold up matters, I pulled down the shoulders to offer up my tits.

"That's better. Now, dinner is served, enjoy," he said as they moved to either side of me.

Although I was sat lower than at the table, I had some idea as to how my fantasy would pan out and right then their lovely meaty offerings were held at the right height.

"Let me see. They're both generous servings," I said, before turning to Gorgi's Russian splendour and scooping it up from the salver. As I felt its warmth, I gestured for him to dispense with the serving dish, which, even when I considered my Italian's offering, was no longer required. In fact, and because of their excellent muscle control, neither plate was needed to support such fine manly specimens as the two being offered for my consideration.

"Emn, it's hard to decide," I said, a hand stroking each and inches from in front of my cheek.

"I think...yes, I'll take both. It would be a pity to waste such fine delicacies," I added as I drew them closer.

Before I had a chance to take matters further, though, a hand, that of Gorgi's, turned my head to the side and then he jammed his cock between my lips. He knew what I liked and set an example for Alfonso to presently follow. His Russian hand held the back of my head as I stroked my Italian's salami and I was drawn onto Gorgi's firm thick rod as he flexed it at me.

The way I was positioned to him, whenever he withdrew his cock he pulled it out sideways, the head making my cheek bulge each time. He even tapped my cheek a couple times with his cock pressed against it while saliva drooled from both his shaft and my lower lip to splash on my tits.

"Try the other one, now," he said, and like the slut I was, so enjoying my birthday ménage so far while looking forward to more, I turned my head and was presented with Alfonso's throbbing meat. I gaped my mouth in readiness and he drove his cock deep inside my mouth, he didn't stop until my lips were pressed against his groin, leaving the big throbbing head pulsing in my throat.

He also drew his cock out sideways and tapped my cheek, he fucked my mouth and throat so forcefully that he managed to force the saliva from my lips.

"Would madam like to sample both?" Gorgi suggested, and I nodded my agreement.

"Let us guide you," he said, gesturing for me to not use my hands. I did as I have in similar situations and grasped my left wrist with my right hand behind my back and waited. My pussy was literally creaming and I felt the dampness on my dress as two big ominous cocks approached my mouth.

Alfonso fed me his first and then he swung his hips back and forth in front of me and at a medium pace for about a minute. No sooner had he stopped, than my lips were stretched around that of their combined girth when Gorgi joined the party in my mouth.

I gazed up at them, well, as best that I could, considering my mouth was full to the rafters with two big cocks. After Gorgi had his go in Alfonso's presence, neither one put off by the closeness of the other as expected, they pulled back as one and filled my mouth, stopping short of jamming my throat and causing me to possibly retch.

"Ready for dessert, Tanya," Gorgi said, ahead of him cumming. I nodded welcomely and shortly thereafter I felt him erupt in my mouth. Hot, creamy and lots of it, which I quickly tasted before swallowing.

Without realising it, my throat action acted upon the Italian salami, and I received his first creamy hot spurt along with my Russian lover's third. ‘What a glorious tasting cocktail,' I regaled inside, moments before Alfonso's became stronger with his second, and no doubt from the garlic in his meal.

"Splendid," I crooned as I licked my lips and stroked each semi-hard cock. That was another thing I loved about my fellow European lovers, as good as ready to go again after some oral attention from me, only not on the couch. It was time for the main course, me, either on or over the table, which was where I, minus my dress, was lead.

They had me stand in front of it, naked, save for their lovely jewellery presents and with my shapely ass against one of the four sides. I was then lifted up and laid on the cloth before being drawn forward so that my butt cheeks were part hanging over the edge.

It was so as I imagined. My legs were drawn back and out by Gorgi and then his tongue went to work on my pussy. Alfonso turned my head to the side and I welcomed him between my lips. All that was missing were the customers to complete my exhibitionistic fuck, but that part was and would forever be fantasy; right.

I sucked and fucked my lips and mouth along the firming up cock that plundered my mouth and throat, while his fingers went to work on my nipples. Not only did he roll and pull them, enough to stretch my tits from my chest, but he flicked each one torturously a few times as Gorgi stoked the fire that was threatening to get out of control in my core.

"Emn, I'm gonna cum, guys, keep doing what it is you're doing," I implored them.

I then returned my mouth to Alfonso and, this time, urged him to fuck my mouth hard and deep with my left hand as I clawed at my Russian lover's hair, short and bristly though it was, to shove his tongue all the way up my cunt as he stroked my clit in intense circles.

Although I fought to buck my hips up at him when I subsequently climaxed, Gorgi's strength, as he held me down, was just too much. I did, though, manage to wiggle my ass around on the tablecloth and work his tongue where it did me the most good; deep inside my gushing cunt.

"Madam tastes heavenly," he said and invited Alfonso to sample my vintage, a 27-year-old one at that, ageless, almost, in its pedigree.

For the head of the Mafia, I spread my legs wide and gazed up at him as Gorgi slid his cock back and forth along the line of my lips. I reached between my sticky thighs and peeled my lips open for Alfonso's admiration. Although he ducked out of view, I nevertheless felt his warm breath as it fluttered across my exposed cunt like a cool welcome breeze.

I presently had Gorgi's shaft fucking me again and from the side. Laid down, it felt different while I maintained my position. I felt the warm wetness of Alfonso's tongue creep up on me, off to the side of my open and inviting pussy as it traced a path around each side of my mound, passing over my fingers and tasting my succulence on them.

I so wanted his tongue inside me that I ached to be fucked by it. I trembled with each new and different touch, his hands holding my thighs down and open as I sensed his warmth ever closer to me. When he palmed his flattened out tongue against my sex, I released a small dribble of my juices and he slathered them up. He was greedy and with a voracious appetite. When he slid his tongue deep inside my cunt, my body arched and my tits rose up in the air, the nipples hard and pointing towards the ceiling. Gorgi reached down and began stroking my clit as Alfonso held my legs in check and fucked me with his tongue. It didn't take long, especially under that pleasured attention, for my next climax to hit me.

My body was still convulsing while my mouth was too full of Russian dick to say anything, when Alfonso, having drawn himself up to full height, poised his big long cock at my open pussy and slammed it deep inside. For a novelty, of sorts, he drew up my left leg and rested it against his right shoulder. He then wrapped his arm around it while holding my other leg down with his left hand and banged away, mercilessly. He was a whole other animal. My kind of animal, in fact, and I welcomed what he was doing with open legs and open pussy while Gorgi continued to stroke my clit.

No sooner had I cum, than Alfonso left me to be replaced by my Russian comrade in arms. Rather than switch positions, though, they simply turned me around with the tablecloth.

"I want both of you in there as well. My cunt, it's dripping wet for you," I said, and then drew my fingers along my crease, which I held up for them. Gorgi nodded and then licked them before taking my fingers into his mouth to suck on. He lined up his cock and then plunged it deep inside me, hiking my lower legs and ankles over each shoulder to get full and deep penetration.

He fucked me soundly with each firm thrust of his Russian cock and calculated swing of his hips. As I managed to somehow suck Alfonso's cock I brought my legs down and out so that I was spread-eagled before Gorgi. He needed little invitation and soon he was ramming his thick firm length deep inside my pussy. I felt his veins throb as the blood pulsed through his shaft with each relentless thrust, a spearing action, almost, as he maintained stroking my clit and driving me to yet another climax.

They helped me down afterwards and then I was turned around. A foot from the one stood behind me urged me to widen my stance and to an obscene distance, certainly more than shoulder width but nowhere near as I just was when Gorgi had me.

The cloth was removed and then I was urged to lower my upper body towards the table. I released a sigh when my nipples, tender yet stout from their treatment, touched the cold wooden surface, any heat from my body when they fucked me, clearly on the cloth.

For the first part, until they wanted my ass, all open and prepped by the butt plug, my hands were urged forward and taken up by Alfonso before me. The table was narrow enough that, with his balls resting against it, I was able to take a good length of his cock between my lips to start with. Only when Gorgi began fucking me from behind while grasping my hair and urging me deeper, did I take the lot - my chin buffeting against the edge of the table when it filled my throat.

"You like that, slut!" exclaimed Gorgi, his cock was so fucking deep in my cunt when he said it while he held me up and off Alfonso to answer.

"Yes, more, I like it. I'm a slut and I like it. Fuck me hard and make me cum," I rejoined and once again found my body pushed down as I got a hard deep spit fuck from them and over the table.

Gorgi's firm thrusts were occasionally accompanied by that of his right hand dusting my shapely backside. My response was to flex down on his cock as it was shoved up inside my pussy from a lower angle. It sent tremors through me while he still managed to work my mouth and throat on Alfonso's tumescent shaft.

"Are you about ready for a double helping of dick," Gorgi offered, as a blistering climax seared a path from my core all the way up to my head where it burst into an intense heat and subsequently settled.

"Yes, huh, on my bed, huh," I gasped, fighting to regain my breath as my body continued to convulse after their pleasured onslaught.

Up on all fours on the bed, and like a bitch in heat, I was once again filled at both ends. I tasted myself on Gorgi and got a hard pussy pounding from Alfonso as he held my hips and slapped his meat deep inside my sexy cunt. His big Italian balls swung up to hit my clit with each thrust while his groin caused my ass cheeks to ripple with the force of it all.

Only when they had made me cum again did they make a move to double stuff my pussy. ‘Scissors, or...!' Gorgi offered.

Since it was just the two of them, I went with the second option as that would allow the one behind me to transpose to filling my ass. I sighed, longingly, when I felt Alfonso withdrew himself from me. I was in no way disappointed, though, my pussy was about to be filled by both of them.

Alfonso then slid beneath me and I reached down and guided his salami back up inside my pussy while Gorgi moved behind me. He teasingly nudged the butt plug with his fingers as he directed his cock along the line of Alfonso's. With little need to fumble, since I was so damn wet, his cock slid in and filled me up in an instant.

They let me enjoy the presence of having two big cocks stuffed inside my pussy. My hips undulated on them for a short while and then their hands came up and held me still.

In the time it took me to take a deep breath, they were fucking my cock-filled pussy in tandem - one sliding in as the other drew himself back, though I dare say my ass wouldn't receive the same, in particular, and as always, the rippling sensations that, even then, as they continued to use my pussy for our combined pleasure, coursed along my dripping wet hot cunt and sent sparks of pleasure shooting to my head.

"Oh, God, yes, more. Fuck my cunt, fuck my horny wet tight British cunt," I cried out, encouragingly, as a monumental orgasm threatened to take control.

That was all it took to push me over the edge and I came again, my whole body rocking back and forth with the force of it as I cried out. It felt like a white hot beam of pleasure, slicing through my body, the little shocks of it travelling from my core to my limbs, out as far as my fingers and toes - my whole body was rocked and I shook, totally unable to control myself.

My body, that is to say, my hips, was still undulating on them when I felt Gorgi withdraw himself fully. Instead of taking the butt plug from me, he urged: "Hold your slutty British ass open, Tanya," and with that, when I reached back and spread my ass cheeks for him, Gorgi grasped the butt plug and drew it from me.

I was that open from it that he was able to stab his cock deep into my ass while he held onto it with one hand and held me still with the other. He jabbed it in and out with a spearing action. Each time he plunged it in, I sank down Alfonso's length beneath me. He supported my body as I clawed my ass open with his manly hands on my tits.

"Oh, God, fuck, yes, more, huh," I gasped.

"Fuck me, fuck my ass, huh, fuck my cunt, huh, make me cum, make me cum on your lovely big long dicks," I cried out, moments before yet another orgasm hit me like a tidal wave.

I lay still as they lifted me up, my body almost limp.

"You sure you want this, Tanya?" Gorgi said.

"Yes, I so want it. Both your lovely big dicks in my ass and then your spunk on my face, tits and body," I crooned.

In a short amount of time, I found myself over Alfonso, riding his cock with my ass. I so love that position and Gorgi held off while I sucked and licked his dick for a while. He sensed I was ready from the contented look on my face and no sooner had his rock hard Russian cock left my mouth than it was being lowered down my body. I watched it move and felt it jockeying for a position and opening above Alfonso. There was the sudden expected pressure but little more as I took a second big long dick in my slack ass.

Unlike my pussy, they heaved that big long combined dick of theirs deep inside my ass. I cried out, a whimper, almost, with each powerful, forceful thrust. I lost myself to the pleasured euphoria that descended upon me and took me on a most amazing ride, my eyes covered with a sex haze; my birthday and wish complete.

I vaguely felt them pull me from them and sit me up as best I could. Each hand was then filled with a sticky cock and I stroked them both and sucked each one in turn. I felt a warm splash of creamy cum on my face then a second, that was followed by a rope from either side splashing and possibly crossing one another to land on my tits while the third from each was directed over my body to catch my pussy and clit.

That night, we all slept together in my bed. I knew in myself, from the great sex I had enjoyed, that I would awake fresh and alert the following morning, up for the challenge of my lifetime, to save mankind, literally, and with ‘No Time To Die!'

Chapter 10: Eureka!

Story outline: In this climax (no sexual pun intended) of a chapter and with my body, even my fingers shaking after an early morning ménage, I have a Eureka moment, one where everything comes (still no sexual pun) together. With some quick thinking and research on Gorgi's laptop, I figured out what the acronym means and where EGRES HQ was. With two phone calls, it's like I'm with Boris again, while Scorpio and I go toe to toe in a scene worthy of Steven Seagal.

After the lovely meal at an Italian restaurant and wonderful sex including double anal for my 27th birthday the previous evening, I awoke, Monday, to the sensation of what felt like butterfly wings once again on my pussy as Gorgi flicked my engorged lips with his virile tongue. He wasn't alone, though. Alfonso, the head of the Mafia was dancing his tongue around my right nipple while he stroked the other with the warm smooth fingers of his other hand.

"Emn, morning. You two are quite encourageable," I moaned. "Don't stop, though. Nothing quite beats being woken up by one or more men ready to pleasure and fuck me," I intoned, my left hand reaching down to stroke my Russian lover's hair before guiding his tongue flicks while I went in search of Alfonso's salami-like cock.

"How does your ass feel, Tanya?" Alfonso enquired before moving closer, enough that I could get at his cock and stroke the warm firm shaft while flicking my tongue around the head.

"Okay. More dull than sore. You two gave it a right hard reaming. Thank you for that," I rejoined, and then closed my lips around the bulbous head of my Italian lover's cock.

I felt rejuvenated after the previous evening when I had them both in my tight British asshole, the finále and high point of an amazing, eventful birthday celebration. I still had to figure out where EGRES' HQ was, though, and I only had about six or so hours to do it in. As luck would have it, that realisation came in a most spectacular way.

"I take it you're still hungry, Gorgi? In that case—Eat me," I enjoined when he nodded his agreement. Fundamentally, it was all he could do, considering that I drew him closer, enough that his tongue was deep inside my wet cunt while he managed to stroke my clit with ardent swirls of his fingers.

I went back to getting a mouthful and mouth and throat fuck from Alfonso's big long cock as he drew me onto it and I bobbed my head back and forth to meet his forward hip swings.

"Let me have you both, mouth and pussy," I urged, and then got up on all fours to be spit fucked by them, only with Gorgi in front of me so that I could receive a deep Russian face fuck while Alfonso slammed his cock in my dripping wet pussy. He even held the base to make it all the more bulging and then speared it in and out. It was agonising, but in a teasingly pleasurable way. Eventually, though, he released his grip and grasped my hips. He fucked me so hard that his groin and upper thighs smacked against my ass while his balls swung up to hit my clit. I came after only a short while of that intense round of fucking.

Alfonso took himself from me and then dropped his head. His hands held my ass cheeks open as he got a long taste of my pussy and juices before trailing his tongue up to my asshole, which he subsequently rimmed. My mouth was so full of Gorgi's Russian monster, that I gurgled my pleasure around it.

After that, and moving around on me, they switched and I received another hard fuck from them both before Alfonso got beneath me and I fed his cock back into my pussy. I leant forward, my hands beside his chest on the mattress while he held my cheeks open for Gorgi to fill me up and once again drill my ass.

"Oh, God, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I cried out as a voluptuous orgasm weaved its way up from deep inside my core where a fire was more than smouldering. I felt hot. Tingles ran through me from my clit to my nipples, helped by Gorgi's fingers as he rolled and pulled on them.

"Fuck, yes, fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, fuck my holes, I'm gonna cum. I'm so going to fucking cum," I cried out in my hotel suite and with little care for anyone who might hear me.

Moments later, though, it happened. Well, two things, actually, both significant. I came. My body and fingers were shaking as my orgasm ripped and seared a path through my body to resonate in my head, and that set me off:

"Oh, God, oh fuck. Oh, God. Yes, yes, I'm cumming, don't stop, don't stop fucking me," I cried out, and they didn't. What I cried out next, though, took Gorgi and Alfonso by surprise.

"Oh, God, fuck, yes. Oh, God, oh God—Eureka!" I exclaimed.

"Eu what" said Gorgi, puzzled, to say the least, at my sudden strange outburst.

"Fuck me, give me your cum, there's no time to lose," I encouraged, demandingly, and moments later I felt a surge of cum make its way up their warm throbbing shafts.

"Yes, lovely, so good, so fucking lovely and good," I commended them as three warm spurts from each flooded my pussy and ass. Presently finished, I sucked and licked each one dry and clean.

"Well?" Alfonso prompted me to reveal all.

"EGRES. It actually means ‘Evil ‘Gods' Reign Ever Supreme' and not ‘Evil Group Rules Ever Supreme'. That's why Scorpio was so smug and confident and I have you two to thank for helping me work it out. I couldn't have done it without you," I said.

"Yes, but how does that tell us where their HQ is, Tanya?" Gorgi fretted.

"Greece. It's somewhere in Greece. Don't look so surprised," I said, assuredly, and then explained my brilliant deduction.

"Several of my computer games are city building ones. In Zeus, some of the Gods are friendly while others are unfriendly and release the Titan associated with them. My deductive reasoning is that Scorpio and her band of zodiac named vixens see themselves as ‘Evil Gods' or the Titans. Trust me!" I said as he looked unsure.

"You've got your laptop, right," I intoned and he nodded. With their sexy cool cum trailing from my well-fucked holes and down my thighs, I followed Gorgi to where he'd left it and opened it up.

"It has to be an island. One that's big enough to land a small plane on," I said, recalling the one that took me from Munich to their HQ and from there to Malta, as I typed in Greece.

"That one," I announced, confidently, pointing at Mykonos.

As I pulled out the map to see how far from us it was, though, Gorgi indicated the expanse of water, even though, from where we were, Messina was the closest point.

"That's a long way to go, Tanya," Gorgi pointed out.

"Yes, and they're sure to have an underwater defence system. One you'll have to knock out if we're to rescue Boris and the other agents," I said, confidently.

"Sorted!" exclaimed Alfonso.

"There you go. A multi-national unity to save mankind from EGRES' evil plan," I thrilled.

"What have you got, Alfonso?" I asked, and for the greater good of mankind, who most of his associates were, he was on the phone and arranging transport, including jet skis and explosives for us.

While he did that, I took a piece of hotel room note paper and drew a map on it of what I saw from my cell window and inside when I was propositioned by Scorpio and Libra to join EGRES. "Good thinking, Tanya," Gorgi commended me and then scanned it into his phone before e-mailing it to me.

I then made two phone calls. The first was to my boss, James, to let him know I was alright and what I was about to do. "Well done, Tanya. I, for one, had the utmost faith in you," he congratulated me, before assuring me that...! The second call was to the number on the card I received from NATO along with the plaque. I spoke to the head of the defence organisation and e-mailed him the map of EGRES' complex. In addition to thanking me, he said to expect a small multi-lateral force to join us. I just hoped, for everyone's sake, my deduction was right, which it subsequently was.

I left Gorgi and Alfonso to get dressed, no time for breakfast beyond the lovely ménage we'd all enjoyed, and went and took a shower before drying myself off and putting on my black jumpsuit, which I hoped would pass as a wet suit, while Gorgi joined me in the black shorts he had on beneath his normal clothes.

We all boarded Alfonso's helicopter, which flew us low and over water to where a luxury vessel was waiting to take us as close as it could. We jumped into the water and were helped on board. We would soon be feeling the splash of water as we made our way to Mykonos and so there was little point in drying ourselves first.

With the explosives, enough to level a small town, secured in a bag slung over Gorgi's shoulder and across his chest, we climbed on the jet ski's. "Make some noise, Tanya," the vessel's owner cheered, and then we were off.

For my first time with a jet ski, I managed to ride and steer it like a pro. Not so, Gorgi, who had the explosives and, thankfully, managed to avoid getting them wet.

We landed at the back and made our way up a slight incline of rocks and were quickly inside. I spotted the plane I saw from my cell window and my heart leapt into my throat. "This is it," I whispered. "Good luck. And, Gorgi -"

"Yes."

"Don't forget to neutralise their underwater defence system while I go and free Boris and the others," I said; at which point, we split up and went about doing what we had to do.

As I made my way down stone encased spiral steps, I happened upon a stunned Libra and a nervous Virgo, their recent recruit. "You!" she exclaimed, stood there. That was all the hesitation on her part I needed and with a karate blow to her neck she flopped to the floor.

When I got to talking with Virgo, it struck me that she had fallen into a cult and so I told her to go upstairs and wait for the NATO agents to take her off the island and to safety. I then continued making my way down the stairs to where the cells and the five imprisoned agents were.

I reached the dark dank stone corridor just as the first explosion sounded, only to come face to face with: ‘Scorpio!'

"You!" she exclaimed.

"How?" she said, anything but pleased to see me.

"How I escaped from Malta, or how I worked out where you had taken me—here?" I said, bluntly.

She just stared at me with piercing eyes.

"You made two mistakes, Scorpio. You left me on Malta, overlooking the fact that I have a ‘head for intelligence and a body for sin'," I intoned, indicating a line from the film ‘Working girl'. "Most of all, though, you made the mistake of leaving me free and alive," I pointed out.

"I see. Well, Ms Bond, Tanya, let me rectify that last part right now," she said, and with that, Scorpio drew a long knife from a sheath that was attached to her belt. It was sharp and pointed and had a jagged edge to it.

Before she moved closer, she couldn't help but show me her knife wielding skills by swishing it through the air several times. It was me against Scorpio. Her knife matched with my wits, feminine guile and astute mind. Oh, and the fact that I had a collection of Steven Seagal films on DVD. Okay, so the stunts and fight scenes were choreographed, nonetheless, but...!

"Prepare to die, Ms Bond," she hissed, menacingly, and then took a step closer.

I danced to the side and narrowly avoided the blade. ‘She's good,' I quickly thought, and then she was hacking at the air once again.

"Stay the fuck still," she ordered, and I simply smiled, dodging the knife by parrying away her hand or arm, just as my self-defence tutor had shown me. License to thrill, not kill, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Cunt!" she exclaimed when I managed to sneak in a slap to the side of her face with the back of my right hand.

"Right, fucker, that's it. No more fooling around," she shouted, venomously, and meant it. She was also riled up to the point that her focus was on attack, sufficient enough to let her defence guard down.

Swish, swish, swish went the blade. With the third, tiresome one, I grabbed her right hand with my left and thrust my right palm at her midriff. That caused her to drop her head and I immediately directed my hand up to connect with her chin. As the knife tumbled from Scorpio's limp hand, I was quick to move my foot from its path.

Leaving her aching limp body on the ground, I picked up the knife and quickly made my way along the darkened corridor. "It's Tanya. I'm here to release you all," I assured them as I picked the lock, only for two more explosions to sound as we made our way back to where I'd left Scorpio.

I showed Boris and the other agents where to go, up the stairs where a plane was waiting, the one the small NATO force had flown in on, and returned to Scorpio.

"I'm taking you in, Scorpio, whatever your real name is," I said.

Defiant as ever, she cackled an insult at me, ‘fucking cunt bitch,' and ran off. I let her go. If she was killed, it wouldn't be by my hand and so my conscious was clear. Moments later, though, I heard some small arms fire. ‘I just hope to God that wasn't Boris or the others,' I thought to myself, as more explosions sounded.

With the EGRES HQ about to come down on their plans, I pressed the button on my watch and made my way to the rendezvous point. I found some rope, which came in handy and tied one end around the middle stone section of a window. The explosions were getting closer as was the gunfire. I had no worries that Gorgi wouldn't make it and sure enough he presently put in an expected appearance.

"Time to go, Gorgi," I said. "Boris and the others are safe. They should be on the plane and soon back home," I assured him as I grabbed the rope and lowered myself down the rock face with Gorgi subsequently following.

Having traversed, abseiled, part way down the rock, Gorgi suddenly called out, "What's that!"

Chapter 11: The End?

Story outline: Making our escape from the island by my mini-sub as EGRES is hopefully buried beneath the explosions, I'm surprised by the pilot. I then, wanting more room to enjoy our luxuriant ménage and more, set a course for a nearby small deserted island; our own private nirvana...!

Having traversed, abseiled, part way down the rock, Gorgi suddenly called out, "What's that!"

"My mini-sub. It's here to -" was all I got out before:

"No. I mean the flag," he said. From where I was I didn't look up to see his expression, however, the tone of my new-found distant lover's voice suggested he found it amusing.

"It's my personal flag, a coloured thong," I rejoined, figuring what he'd specifically noticed.

"Quite decadent," he jollied.

"Hurry, Gorgi, we need to get clear; submerged," I told him, and in little time at all he was beside me. In a matter of moments, we were wading and swimming to the sub and our urgent ride out of there just as more explosions, triggered by the effects of the raging fires inside, sounded.

Letting Gorgi go first, when I climbed inside, I took one final look at a multilateral accomplishment and a successful mission. ‘I only hope Boris and the others made it to the plane safely,' I said to myself; after which, I descended down the ladder and closed the hatch.

The wetness of my hair, longer than usual, had caused it to veil my eyes. "Thank you," I said to the person who was quick to hand me a towel, only to catch a whiff of her intoxicating perfume.

"Fluffy!" I exclaimed, having noticed the scent I bought her, a quite expensive bottle of...!

"How? When?" I asked, as she removed my wet clothes. All the same, the mini-sub was moving while I had no idea she was able to pilot it.

Looking past her as she helped dry me with another towel and paying extra special attention to my already horny pussy mound, I noticed Gorgi who was sat at the control's with a towel around him, moments before he stood up. Clearly, Russia either had a hand in the sub's schematics or they had acquired the plans.

"So, Ms Katz, Fluffy, how where they, the crew? Did they treat you well?" I began, knowing what a decadent slut she was and for black dick.

"That's quite an unusual name," chimed Gorgi, who was doing his best, in our company, to control the tenting beneath his towel.

"Armed and dangerous, that's Gorgi," I said, playfully, putting aside the sexual banter between myself and James' secretary, as I indicated his hard-on to Fluffy who turned to see.

Leaving them to formally introduce one another, I set a course for somewhere less cramped, Giaros, one of the more smaller deserted islands in the Aegean Sea. I then joined Fluffy who, even then, was getting to grips and her lips around Gorgi's masterpiece of manliness; his long broad cock.

Approaching, and having squatted down behind Fluffy, I reached around and soon had her lightweight jacket undone. As I drew it back, though, I noticeably caught the warmth of her skin and soon had my bi-lover's bra pushed up over those shapely tits of hers; ones I had come to know so well the past several months.

"She's fucked some of the crew, Gorgi, taken their stiff cum producing cocks inside her, three, four, five at a time, especially her lovely tight asshole," I intoned, as I rolled, pulled and squeezed Fluffy's swollen, bullet hard nipples, my attention eliciting a long languid moan around his big Russian cock as she slid her warm wet lips up and down yet another firm shaft.

Hearing me say that, caused Gorgi to grasp her blonde hair and begin to slowly fuck Fluffy's mouth then her throat. With her lips almost agape, he was soon fucking his stiff cock in and out with some alacrity. That caused her to vociferate a "Gluh," sound each time his bulbous crown was jabbed and thrust into her receptive throat.

We were still ministering to James' secretaries contrasting pleasure when the sub eventually stopped. It took Fluffy a while to realise it. When she did, the blonde haired blue eyed slut took herself from the delicious mouth and throat fucking Gorgi had so far given her.

"We're here," I announced, gleefully, and gave her nipples a quick telling squeeze.

"The sub's too cramped for what I want," I told them; I being the ranking officer on a British vessel. "I've landed us near the island of Giaros, a small deserted island that is sandy with shade, no sense in us getting burnt," I added, as I released Fluffy's nipples and mildly caressed her tits.

"Grab some towels," I directed her. "I'll get the -" I added, only for Ms Katz to remind me.

"Don't worry, I've got it covered," I assured her, me, secret agent 00SEX. How could I forget the celebratory champagne and glasses, one for each of us.

Outside and naked, as Gorgi and I were, I was overcome by the peacefulness. A near tropical island all to ourselves.

"She'll be alright," I told him, as my lover found us a shaded area from a quite bright and intense sun.

"Right now, Gorgi, I need your help with something," I crooned, adding a libidinous smile as I set down the bottle and glasses on the sand. On my bucket list, even though I had just turned 27, I wanted to make love in the shallow waters of the sea. Okay, my original idea was that it wouldn't necessarily be deserted, that being the exhibitionist side of me that you know so well.

I then took Gorgi's hand, rather than his obvious cock, which was wet from the Aegean Sea and Fluffy's oral attention, and had him wade out into the water until it came up to three inches below my puffy mound.

"Bow down before me," I said, quite feeling like Athena, Zeus' daughter.

"Now, lick my pussy. Then, I want you to put that lovely hard Russian cock of yours inside her and fuck my brains out. Right here in this lovely warm water," I directed him and he most certainly did.

"Oh yes, emn, make me cum, I want to be gushing for you, Gorgi. Spraying your face with my sweet essence," I urged him; my fingers grasping his vaguely longer yet still bristled hair as his tongue went where it was most needed and performed all sorts of magic along with that of his fingers stroking my hardened, horny clit.

With my Russian lover stood up afterwards, I placed my arms over his strong shoulders. He knew what I wanted, well, almost, and hoisted me up in the air and then lowered me onto his commanding Russian cock.

"Emmn, yes, a perfect fit," I moaned, as the entire thick length was sheathed inside my needy cunt. I then had him wade out a bit deeper, enough that the water was, of its own accord, lapping the cheeks of my ass. With my legs momentarily holding around his almost submerged waist, I drew my arms out to the side and let my body lower to the water where buoyancy took over.

Gorgi took my hands, allowing me to lift myself so that I was suspended on the water's surface. I arched my back, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he impaled me on his huge Russian cock again and again. The coolness of the water splashed around as with each firm thrust and swing of his hips as he fucked me hard and deep.

"Grab the tops of my thighs," I directed my Russian comrade and then loosened their grip to accommodate what was next.

"Now, hold them tight and slam that hard cock of yours. Yes, more, deep, forceful and, oh yes, hard. Just like, THAT!" I urged. Gorgi doing sublimely and dedicatedly so at that precise moment as he fucked my brains out,

Thereafter, the only sounds were that of Gorgi grunting as he heaved his length into me, his balls and our bodies causing the water to continuously splash and ripple as I consumed him and my cries of euphoric delight as one, two, three climaxes shot through me until Gorgi gave up his warm creamy cum, which I directed him to fill my pussy up with as I once more held myself against him.

Not wanting any to escape just yet, I had my Russian lover carry me back to shore. Only then did I dismount him and, collecting the still cold bottle of bubbly, went to find Fluffy with Gorgi in tow and bringing the glasses.

"There you are," I smiled at a fetchingly at ease Fluffy and popped the cork.

A few minutes later, and having taken a sip from our glasses, I had Gorgi bury the stems in the sand and invited Fluffy to kneel between my open thighs. I may have, albeit, momentarily, deprived her of a ride on my Russian lover's gun but there was what it had to offer for her to enjoy while Gorgi dutifully returned her earlier pleasure, plus, as I do with all my crew member's, there was the matter of...

"So, you lovely slut, how many, how many of them fucked your sweet holes?" I teased, my hand stroking Fluffy's soft curly blonde hair while her blue eyes sparkled, even under the shade of several tall palm-like trees.

"Sixteen. I was gangbanged by them, Tanya. Six of them were lovely big black ones. I took them three at a time. I'm such a slut," Fluffy confessed, her tongue soon tasting Gorgi as my Russian lover, his hands clearly parting her cheeks, dipped his into her pool of delight and then her well-railed ass.

"Gorgi can be number seventeen, when he can get himself ready, right!" I exclaimed, for both their benefits, as Fluffy's tongue twirled and swirled inside my honey pot, hungry to devour the heady cocktail of my Russian lover's spunk and my cum. To enjoy it all the more, I reclined back on a towel and peered between the humid valley of my shapely tits; Fluffy eating my pussy and Gorgi rimming her delicious ass, ‘I wonder how many of them unloaded themselves in there,' I just then wondered.

Before we got to the next part, we took another sip of our champagne; the vintage, the year I joined the agency as I like to think of it.

"I'm going to watch him fuck you, now. Watch his long thick Russian cock go where I've experienced it this past week while I roll your perfectly formed nipples and lick that delicious dripping wet cunt of yours; your clit also," I told Fluffy with a sultry, almost husky, tone, and then turned around and moved beneath her.

Her tits, all 38C of them and firm as ever, hung down spectacularly while her nipples, even from my attention on the mini-sub, were just as perky and hard.

"How is he?" I said, watching as he slid his immense weapon into Ms Katz primed wet pussy, her delicious wet cunt, which he was soon filling and firmly fucking while grasping her hips tightly.

"He's big," she crooned, her body and tits swaying with the inward penetration.

"Hear that. You're big," I said, a mistake, and a quite pleasurable one, I made when I was sandwiched between Boris and he.

Gorgi then withdrew his thick length until just the head was inside her and then, SLAM!

"Oh, God, he's really big. Fuck me, Gorgi, again, hard, yes, more, like, emn, that," Fluffy cried out and urged, as my tongue went to work on her clit and my hands mauled and caressed her tits. I even, by way of a change, lightly slapped them for her.

When she came, not long after, the decadent slut squirted herself on me. I immediately withdrew Gorgi and shoved as much of my tongue up inside her British twat as I could manage and pulled her down when my neck felt too much of a strain. She then flexed herself up and down; fucking my tongue like it was the perfect cock. She came again, only this time it was her sweet sexy juices I tasted, licked and slurped from her and then reintroduced Gorgi's cock meat to her warm wet sex. I then went back to licking the juices from her pussy mound, which, as ever, was smoothly shaved, and that of Fluffy's humid thighs.

"Now her ass. She's got a lovely tight one, Gorgi," I said and then eased him back a bit and directed his thick length down to first lick around and then suck on.

Presently knelt up beside her, I had my Russian comrade spread her shapely cheeks. "There you go, how's that for the most perfect ass you've ever seen, Gorgi," I trilled, fixing him with a friendly stare, one that made him agreeable while not mentioning mine as I took a sip of my drink, which was of reasonable temperature. I then drank about half and then dribbled the remainder onto Fluffy's curple and into her exposed anus before dropping my head and sliding my tongue inside.

‘What a trooper,' I thought, having Gorgi, likewise, tasted a residue of man spunk which I licked up as best I could and then withdrew myself.

"It's practically swimming with cum. Quite the slut, weren't you, Fluffy," I remarked, and then gave each cheek a telling slap.

Still, with Gorgi holding her open, I grasped his shaft a few inches below the engorged, turgid head and eased it inside.

"Herm," the anal slut moaned, and so I slipped in a bit more. That made her gasp and so I let her have two more inches, six in all with four to go, once I had removed my hand.

In no time at all, Fluffy was slowly rocking herself back on the barrel of Gorgi's weapon, which filled her up with aplomb each time. His big balls made low slapping noises when they hit against her pussy while my fingers strummed her clit and soon had her cumming.

"Get up on me, get over me. Then, I want you to go to town on my ass," she said.

Was that fluffy? The same woman who acted so demurely with our first encounter all those months ago in Paris. Was I really that good at coaxing out the real woman inside her? Emn, I guess so, and what a revelation as Gorgi moved up on top of her, crab-like, almost, and slid his cock deep inside her lovely tight ass.

"Yes, oh fuck. More, hard, harder. Fuck my ass. Urmn," her voice strained. "Fuck my ass, huh, fuck my ass," this time, crying loudly; we were on our own pleasure island [Huh, pleasure not treasure]. Three horny carefree adults under God's grateful gaze. Emn, I wonder if he regards us as pornographic!

Never mind, we were enjoying ourselves and that's all that mattered. I was still watching my Russian lover fuck his thick length in and out of her lovely full asshole, only to hear a distant noise.

‘So, that's what she meant,' I realised.

The sub is fitted with a homing device, one that can be turned off for times like this. If it's in the same position for say an hour, a large sea boat, one that holds six passengers, is sent to investigate.

"We've got company; friendly. I forgot to turn off the homing device on the sub," I told them while assuring the joined pair to continue, which they did.

Not bothering to cover myself up, I went and met the three-man crew, one of whom was black. "We're just enjoying some R&R, lads. I'd very much like it if you could join us. That's an order, by the way," I said, again exercising my rank over the trio of fit sailors who subsequently introduced themselves to me as: Steve, who had short blond hair poking out from the edge of his cap; Mike the big built black one, ‘yummy,' I thought, and for both Fluffy and myself; and Alan, who, when he removed his cap, was noticeably bald.

"I need to call in. Let the ship know you're okay, Ms Bond," Alan informed me.

"It's Tanya or 00SEX," I said.

"Either one's fine by me. Tell them...Tell them we ran into engine trouble and you'll be awhile, at least two hours to fix what we need."

"Hurm, I see you've got the tools," I remarked of each one's trouser movement.

"Right! Let's be having those off. This is a no clothes paradise," I told them and they eagerly complied. I usually only fraternised with senior members. The lucky trio of sailors stood naked before me would be Kings come two hours time. An indirect line from ‘Pirates' by ELP (Emerson Lake and Palmer), which follows on from ‘Fanfare...'.

"Well, you three are certainly more than happy to see me," I cooed, as I gazed at three upstanding, stood at attention cocks, each one more than able to attend to my needs, make no mistake. I then had them follow me to some shade away from Fluffy and Gorgi and was soon knelt on the sand both before and among them.

"Who's hard dick shall I choke on first," I mused, and then spat in each palm. It was quite arid, despite a vague listless breeze, as were they. I then got a feel for each before centring on the middle black one, which I first licked my tongue around as he held it steady for me and stroked those of his fellow sailors.

In no time at all, hands from the three of them were on me. At least three were working my head and lips up and down Mike's lengthy black dick, all how ever many long inches of it there were down my neck, while fingers from each side rolled and pulled on my nipples. That left a sixth hand free; not participating in my wanton debauchery.

Once I had gorged myself on Steve's and Alan's equal offerings, and not wanting Fluffy to be deprived of a second hard dick, I was at odds as to who, out of Alan and Steve, to pass off to her and for what reason, only for Alan to remark: "You're quite the slut, Tanya," just as he withdrew me from his bulging length.

"You think so. Anyone else, agree," I intoned, as I stroked his warm slick shaft with affection.

"Wait ‘til I tell the others," Steve intoned, gleefully, and that did it.

"This is our private party. You'll, none of you tell anyone. Do I make myself clear," I averred, my tone quite serious.

"As for you, Steve, go and keep my friend company. Stick a length of your dick where she needs it the most, I'm about to get spit fucked and double teamed by Mike and Alan the same," I told him, far from dismissively as I dismissed him all the same.

Once again, I alternated between sucking one and stroking both and soon had their bellends touching. With no aversion to the closeness, I slithered my tongue around them before presently having the pair move closer, enough that I was able to take them both between my cock hungry warm moist lips.

Their combined girth made hollowing my cheeks impossible, plus, I wanted their cum, hopefully at or near the same time.

"Quite the decadent slut, Tanya," Mike, his white teeth shining between his ebony lips, smiled down at me and I returned an agreed one as I lolled my head back and forth on them and tantalisingly slathered my tongue around their pulsating shafts, causing them to moan their pleasure as I did, and, as always, did so damn well.

"God, you want us to cum, right, cum in that lovely slutty mouth of yours," Alan voiced his impending need. I sure as hell fucking well did.

So as to have them understand, fully, I lightly grasped the few inches of warm flesh from each that were protruding from my mouth and lips and had them remain still while I did all the necessary work.

Moments later, I felt a hot lava-like warmth and explosion of man spunk flood my mouth. At first, it was hard to tell who it was as the second eruption was joined by the first offering from the other sailor. At that point, any attempt on my part to consider swallowing their combined outpour of sticky creamy textured cum was resigned to what happened. Chiefly, that which didn't automatically find its way down my throat spilled out from the gaps in between them and, along with the usual saliva, trailed over my lower lip and chin from where it dripped between and on my shapely tits.

In all, it felt like a torrent had flooded me. There was so damn much of it from them. Obviously, away at sea for months on end, they had been saving it up. How lucky I felt that I was the honoured recipient of it all.

"Wow! And thank you. That definitely quenched my thirst, guys, that's for sure. Now, though, I'd very much like you to be an equally good pair of studs. Alan, I'd like you to lick my pussy and clit, use your fingers as well. As for you, Mike, and I can't wait to have that big black dick of yours somewhere tight, why don't you prep my ass with your tongue and fingers while I roll and pull on my nipples," I somewhat cooed before getting on all fours for them.

Still faced away from the others as Alan moved beneath me so that I could suck some more life back into his semi-hard dick, I managed to catch some of Fluffy's distant moans as she urged her pair to fuck her, pussy and mouth, ass and mouth and ass and cunt.

"Oh yes, emn, make me cum on that lovely hot tongue of yours," I was soon impelling Alan, as Mike probed my asshole with three of his fingers and occasionally dusted each of my ass cheeks. My body, likewise, his fingers, was poised at the perfect angle for each slap. The recoil of the downward momentum caused Alan's tongue to dart into my horny wet cunt just as my ass slid down Mike's ebony fingers.

"Oh yes, more, a bit harder, and, Alan; stroke my clit more ardently, I'm almost, oh yes!" I cried when a more firmer slap connected with my shapely butt cheek. "There," I finished my sentence moments before I did, my orgasm exploding inside me and washing over my body like a tall surf breaker that rolls on endlessly and for quite some while.

"God, that was lovely. But you know what would be just as lovely...!" I intimated, subtly, and then had them move around on me.

"Fuck me like a slut, both of you, I want to feel your big cum filled balls slapping against me and the loud sound of you banging my ass cheeks, Alan. Make them ripple," I told the pair, and was soon getting my mouth and throat fucked by the palpable length of Mike's black dick while Alan, who, once his was buried deep inside me, pulled my hair and held onto my shoulder as her railed, reamed and drilled my hot wet cunt; his groin fair slapping against my buttocks each time his immense tool filled me up. They must have made me cum at least two more times before they switched over on me like that for a second time.

With Alan sat in a sort of lotus position, thereby avoiding getting any of the fine, almost white, sand on him, I was soon inclined with my lower lip and chin resting on his balls. I then extended my hands back and drew my ass cheeks apart, feeling the warmth of the sun on my exposed asshole as I offered big black Mike a choice of where to go next. He went for my pussy while giving me the added pleasure of his fingers once more fucking my ass. I even, in that position, rocked back on them, catching his forward motion and firm thrust each time.

"Hurmng," I moaned my pleasure around Alan's firm cock with each decisive cleaving action.

"So, Tanya, you like it in your ass as well," Alan chimed, his hand lightly brushing my hair and quite tranquil.

"Urmn," I agreed by way of a loud murmur.

"You especially like a big black one," he said, and then moved his hands to once more roll and pull on my rock hard nipples.

"Hurmngh," I squealed, just as Mike filled me up with his firm black sceptre. He then held himself there as my body went into orgasmic shock. God, they were good. Almost perfect, in fact.

Easing my lips and, with it, their almost vice-like grip, up from his immense length - I still couldn't get over the fact that I had them both in my mouth only a short while ago - Alan slapped his warm firm slick shaft on each of my cheeks before smearing it from one side to the other. He then, without asking, raised my body back up, his hands cupping my tingling tits as he slipped, effortlessly, underneath me.

"Not yet, not in that lovely tight ass of yours," he intoned, now lead parallel beneath me.

With little need to hold myself open, I reached beneath my vibrant body and soon felt the warmth of Alan's shaft as it bobbed about teasingly under his command. I shot him a coy smile and soon had my hand around his immaculate length, which, after a small amount of fumbling, was nestled inside my already full sex and beneath Mike's long black one.

"Emn, do you two always, oh fuck, yes, just like fucking that," I cried out, my body leaping forward, almost, before they both held me in check. Thereafter, they continued their perfect rhythmic fuck action for having two cocks fill my cunt, ripple upon pleasurable searing ripple coursing along my fuck chunnel and through my body as one of them pulled back when the other worked himself inside.

It wasn't long before my pussy was awash with cum, my cum, climaxes coming and going in quick succession. That enabled them to thrust into me, deep and so damn pleasurably hard.

"Christ! Yes, more, fuck me, huh, huh, huh. Oh, God, fuck me, fuck your big dicks into me," I urged, along with other, equal, words of encouragement as my body was taken to seventh heaven and back again before they stopped, sweat dripping on me from Mike's efforts while my own dripped from my nose I noticed.

Part withdrawing himself from me, Mike gave each cheek a playful slap as I was sat up, almost on my haunches. I then turned around, looked at him and then his black sceptre as, between us, we withdrew the remainder.

"My tight little asshole needs some attention, just from one of you, though," I said. As much as I had recently, on my 27th birthday, had my second experience of double anal, I regarded it as something special rather than a finále. A good old DP or ass gangbang would suffice for that and we still had plenty of time left.

With them still grasping my waist and hips, I was urged to lower my body. That, with Alan bracing his feat in the sand, allowed him the purchase to fill my horny wet cunt just as Mike plunged his big black dick deep inside my tight little asshole.

"Christ! Yes," I cried out, as the sound of Mike's groin slapping my ass cheeks and causing them to ripple rang out.

"Fuck me, more, fuck my ass, yes, fuck my horny, yes, wet cunt. Make me cum on your lovely long hard, huh, huh, huh, dicks," I gasped, catching my breath moments before a blisteringly hot climax seared a trail from my cervix all the way up my spine to my brain. Apart from a low howl, I almost bayed like a wolf, my head pointing upwards as my spine formed a perfect bow shape and still the two sailors inside me continued to fuck me for all they were worth.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh fuck. More, harder, especially you, Mike." God, I felt insatiable, more by hunger, having cum countless times already.

Eventually, I had them stop and withdraw themselves, each one a King in my book. I then had them follow me to where Fluffy was over Steve in a reverse cowgirl position his dick firmly in her ass and her hands braced on his chest. She had her mouth open and, as we approached, Gorgi let loose another multi-offering of his creamy white cum. God, he's such a stud, a super stud and star fucker, his cock semi-hard and almost ready to go once more.

"Shares," I said, and with that, I dropped to my knees and was sucking some of his essence from my bi-lover's mouth before giving her a long, missed you, kiss while the others looked on.

"So, how much time have we got left, guys, only myself and, I dare say, my lover would like a go with at least three of you?"

"Tanya loves her ‘Swiss cheese'," Fluffy chimed, having I told her some of the erotic exploits of my last mission, one that, thankfully, she was a part and my saviour of.

"That's the one with all the holes in it," I reminded them, adding a cheeky smile.

"About 45 minutes, Tanya," Alan informed me.

"Gosh, you've had me for that long," I said, and then, as they stood waiting to see who would get first dibs and with whom, I dutifully knelt down and cleaned each one's cock, paying equal attention to all three. Well, it wouldn't be polite to leave out my Russian comrade, now, would it.

No sooner had I finished with Mike, than I had him fill Fluffy's horny wet pussy for her. ‘Thank you,' she smiled back. I then moved my pair to the towel beside her and was soon enjoying the same with Alan laid beneath me as I fucked my ass up and down his length with alacrity. I do so love that position for taking a firm dick up my British backside.

Eventually, I had Alan join them, Fluffy getting my taste as he, stood over her, fucked Ms Katz's mouth, the 20th one, in fact, like the wanton slut she was. As for me. Laid on my side as I contentedly watched the four of them, my left leg bent and its sandy foot poised just below my right knee, I reached back and soon had Gorgi's warm firm manliness impaled by my ass.

It had been a long day so far, erotic in the morning, revealing shortly afterwards and then adventurous, exciting and explosive after that. In a way, the later could equally apply to the thereafter. Having three more cocks to enjoy and share was certainly a rewarding adventure with all the excitement that went with it while my body exploded more than a few times as did they all.

With Gorgi, came peace, a lovely divine slow penetrating ass fuck, one that had me moaning with pleasure each time he slid his powerful thick length into me and constantly.

With him still making love to me, I managed to lean across and suck on Fluffy's left nipple. Managing to move with me, I extended my left hand and was stroking her distended clit. It was quite sticky, I noticed.

Seeing that, Mike withdrew his cock and flexed it. Unable to resist, I licked around what I could get at before taking him into my mouth where I sucked on his black length for a short while and then returned him to Ms Katz's awaiting pussy. I then got up on all fours for Gorgi and, like the animalistic bitch I was, had him fuck my ass just like Alan had fucked me a while ago, grabbing my hair and shoulder as he lanced his thick firm length deep into me, over and over and over again.

To finish up, Fluffy and I stood in front of a tree, our feet some distance apart and our upper bodies bent just below horizontal as we grasped the tree. Taking it in turns in a round robin and for five minutes short of the time we had left, they resoundly fucked us, ass or cunt, before, and with Ms Katz and I on our haunches and back to back, covering our faces with many a numerous rope of their deliciously warm creamy cum. Before we licked it from each other, though, we sucked the remains from the sailor boys and Gorgi. That left them enough time to call back to the mother ship, tell the captain they had sorted the problem (my needing their help with something) and get dressed.

Although I left the near empty bottle behind, Fluffy, Gorgi and Steve evidently finding some use for its contents, I washed the glasses in the sea, kissed the sailors goodbye (I suppose, what with the various ships and mini-subs, I have a sailor on every one, rather than...in every port) and climbed aboard the mini-sub joined by Fluffy and Gorgi. With the hatch once more sealed, I checked the rendezvous point to the ship. ‘Emn, they've moved closer,' I noted, just 30 minutes, and we having to get dressed. Not so much my worry, but I had no need for men's clothing to give to Gorgi.

Soon underway, there was just enough time for Ms Katz and myself to treat my Russian comrade to ‘the double header', Gorgi's firm cock in her pussy while he eat mine; it was past lunchtime in Greece, so...!

With him close to giving up his seed, we lay horizontally beside him and coaxed his cum up his shaft with controlled upward licks of our tongues. Emn, even for the umpteenth time it tasted quite refreshing as it covered our faces and drooled down to our awaiting tongues.

Emerging from the sub, myself dressed in a sailor woman's skirt and blouse, I had the first-mate bring a uniform to fit my Russian comrade. From there, and with Gorgi very much a British naval recruit, we took a helicopter, one armed with guns and missiles, to the nearest commercial airport. I so wanted Gorgi to return home with me, with us.

"I've got a two-week holiday in a fortnight's time, Tanya," he informed me.

I was quite adamant, though. "Can't you bring it forward; for us," I pleaded...!

Several days later, Friday it was, I found myself in James' office. No sign of the stuffy minister, mind. There was, however, someone else; someone from NATO!

"Tanya, my dear, this gentleman is from NATO," my boss informed me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms Bond. Mankind owes you a debt of honour, young lady," he praised, before stepping forward, hand extended.

I offered him mine and he shook it several times, quite firmly, all the while smiling his thanks on a job well done.

"I have something for you. More than just a plaque this time," he intoned and reached inside his breast pocket for it.

He handed me a slim black case, the sort that medals attached to ribbons are displayed and presented inside. I thanked him for his generosity as I accepted it and then opened the case. Modesty more than security prevents me from saying what the medal was, suffice it to say, it was for a job well done by an agent of NATO.

There was more, though. He was interested to hear how I cracked the case, put everything together, while all I could think about was getting laid by the first cock I happened upon that Friday evening. He was staying the weekend, flying back on Sunday, and so I arranged to meet him for dinner that evening at the Hilton hotel in Park Lane.

He was far from forward as he maintained eye contact with me throughout our meal and my summarising how I cracked the case. I even told him about the eureka moment, which was part of it - the main part in fact.

"You're a very astute and intelligent young woman, Tanya. Your country would be proud of you," he praised. My job title, my public one, was that of a civil servant...!

"I'm also sexy with it," I intoned. "License to thrill," I exclaimed.

"Precisely," he said, before calling the waiter to pay for the wonderful meal.

Of course, we took desert up in his hotel suite. There, I discovered, having dropped to the thick carpeted floor on my knees, that he had a unique shaped big long black cock. Although expected of a black man, it hung between his thighs as usual; however, it bent outwards and to the left, my left.

When he fucked me with it, and especially from behind, it sent unknown sensations pinging throughout my dripping wet pussy, while my ass was something else as I rode it up and down his black dick under his direction. He came inside me twice, my pussy and ass and then we went to sleep, his big black arms holding me safe and secure.

Thank you for reading the second of the 00SEX! Erotic spy novels: ‘No Time To Die!'

Tanya Bond will return in the third 00SEX! Novel: ‘Back In The USSR!' in the not too distant future.

In addition to carefully checking and re-editing each chapter, they were also checked with Grammarly.