1. Jessica Bond - 00Heaven


    Date: 11/14/2017, Categories: Fetish, Lesbian Sex, Taboo, Author: LittleMissFart, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Big thanks togwensational andpanting4urhose, whose kind comments, messages and good stories inspired me to write this story, I'm sure you're able to see your helpful influences throughout! Also a special thank you goes to gwensational for allowing me to feature your wonderful creation of Agent 78, I'm very much honoured by your permission to use her in this story, I hope I've done her a real good justice and are pleased and satisfied with my take on her :) For those of you who haven't read them, check out gwensational's excellent Agent 78 stories here:A Sting In The Tailhttp://xhamster.com/user/gwensational/posts/408065.htmlThe Tight Spot (my most favourite!)http://xhamster.com/user/gwensational/posts/408584.htmlDeadly Gasseshttp://xhamster.com/user/gwensational/posts/409211.htmlThe Chubby Chaserhttp://xhamster.com/user/gwensational/posts/410252.html And more I'm sure are to be written in the future :) As always this is a dark yet entirely fictional story with plenty of dark content (and farting!) so if you're squeamish about such things, turn away now! If not, enjoy and please leave comments afterwards, letting me know what you think of it and any opinions you have on the matter :) Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter 1: "Bond!" F yelled as she stood up from her desk and slammed her fist down hard onto the strong oak surface. "You seem stressed, mum, hasn't Q invented a suitable stress-relief toy ...
    for you yet?" Jessica Bond asked in a playful tone of voice. She was a young irresistibly pretty straw-blonde haired woman with striking blue eyes. She was wearing her signature outfit of a women's white buttoned dress top with a stylishly small slim black tie and a sensible silvery grey skirt which stopped just above her knees. On her feet were lovely yet practical small heeled shoes the same colour as her skirt. "Don't call me 'mum', makes me sound old..." The short stocky silvery haired head of MI6 complained. "Old? Well you may not be a spring chicken anymore but I wouldn't call you old." Jessica smirked. F stared at her, unimpressed. "That last mission was a complete cock-up from start to finish. It seems the ability to attract chaos and explosions runs in your f@mily. Your br0ther is known for getting into those same kind of scr@pes." F bemoaned. "Hey, I got the job done, didn't I? You can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs." Jessica scoffed. "There's a difference between breaking a few eggs, and blowing up a research facility!" F yelled, her voice began to sound a little hoarse. "They was researching biological warfare agents; call a little explosion here or there a hazard of the occupation..." Jessica quipped. F twisted her mouth into a silent snarl. "At least I dealt with the head of the operation. That's one less dangerous war-lord in the world." Jessica pointed out with a certain smugness. "Yes, and how did you kill her?" F asked. "Well I - uh - tied her ...
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