I Spy With My Little Eye-7

Scotland.

That evening, Bentley and Miss Hart-Rogers strolled over to the maze again, grateful once more for the balmy night air. It was eight o'clock when they showed their faces, not to mention their birthday suits. Sir Hilary greeted them with the dutiful Sheena by his side, both starkers. Everton hadn't seen the long-limbed brunette earlier, and now he was able to see her in a better light than when she had sneaked into his suite in the middle of the night. Sex with her had been highly erotic, and he had been delighted by her nocturnal visit.

Blessed with a tall and slender figure, she was stunning to behold. She had styled her dark locks in a loose bun, and a few strands escaped to fall close to her neck. She had shaved off what pubic hair she had, and her pussy mound protruded from between her supple upper thighs. She cocked her head and narrowed her eyes at the sight of the magnificent naked OO7, and this simple gesture ensured that Bentley's cock gradually stirred. Stevie had kept her admiration for the man silent ever since she had seen him as nature had intended, and she understood Sheena's appreciation of the secret agent's build and endowment.

"Drink up, man. This is good stuff. It's Drambuie."

As he handed Everton and Stevie drinks, he ogled the girl and did not attempt to hide his lust for her as his dick rose to attention.

"That hits the spot," said the dark-skinned spy as he downed his drink.

"Well done. I suppose you've figured out the fact that this is not just a party to celebrate Queen Victoria's birthday, but we all let our hair down to rejoice and honour the late monarch's passion and love for sex. So, every year we orgy!"

At that moment, the other guests began to get frisky on the freshly mown lawn, and were now getting down and dirty.

"As you two are new, let me introduce you to the group. You already met Callum and Fiona, and there is Dorothy with her hubby Hamish. Oh, and of course, Harold and Maisie."

Oh, yes. The hideous, obnoxious Harold. How could they forget?

(See part six)

"And that over there is John."

Stevie took a deep breath as she studied John's killer naked body. He had just the right amount of ink to give him that bad-boy look. He was lean, but had strong footballer-type thighs.

"And this is James."

Fuck! James had a tanned body like a Greek statue. His thick cock was circumcised and was very hard.

"And these beauties are our special hired guests. Lucy, Katherine, and Petunia."

MacTavish pointed to three refreshing nubiles, all of whom were naked and proud and standing by Sheena. Lucy had a 34B bust, long hair tied back in a ponytail, and she held a glass of Drambuie in her hand. Petunia had an hourglass figure which was perfectly proportioned. She had faint tan lines all over her body, and her long black hair framed her oval-shaped face. Katherine had lustrous hair that glistened in the night light, as did her cat-like eyes. Her gravity-defying boobs stood firm on her youthful frame, and the more he saw, the more Bentley grew harder.

"By the way, Sterling. Your drink is spiked with Viagra. We can't have you waltzing around at half mast now, can we?"

"You didn't have to do that, Sir Hilary. I have no problems in that area."

He and Stevie felt the air become thick with passion and lust, and it was obvious to them that sex was inevitable. Music blared out as everyone chose their companions. John came over and put his hand on Stevie's lower left cheek and squeezed it. She felt her pulse race and her nipples harden, despite her reservations. Their lips met in a French kiss, and it wasn't only their mouths that collided, as their bared bodies melded into one when he pressed into her.

Everton watched her trace her hands down his stomach, and then slide them around to hug his backside. He moved his hips to the rhythm of the music and pushed against her as she gripped his bum. Good girl, he thought. At least she's trying to blend in.

"You are so hot, my good man," said Fiona as she sidled up to Everton. "Are you impressed with naturism?"

Callum's wife sighed as his thumping erection pressed into the gap of her upper left thigh and her sex.

"Yes. I have a very hard impression."

He tolerated her as he cupped her boobs and dry-humped her with his massive ebony boner. Beside him, Callum stroked his dick wand to stiffness and grinned at the sight of his middle-aged spouse and the black hammer.

Meanwhile, Stevie was on her back on the soft grass as John licked around her pussy before sucking her moist labia into his mouth. He spread her muff wide apart with his fingers and flicked every fold of her pink inner lips. Stevie squealed with delight as his tongue licked her sensitive sex. She was taken by surprise when James joined in to draw his tongue back and forth across her slick gash.

She thrashed her legs as they wickedly teased her together. The glorious feeling of not one, but two hot guys eating her out was immense. John used his fingers to spread her pussy lips farther apart and then pressed his tongue deep into her soaked slit. With the pair of them assailing her pussy, Stevie pushed her hips up into their faces. The two of them stimulating her clit and muff was more than she could handle. She tensed and moaned as she came and shuddered hard before relaxing on her back. For a few moments she could hardly breathe, but she barely had time to recover before John's hard dick nudged at the entrance to her pussy.

"Yes, fuck me," she gasped, shocking herself at her sheer abandonment.

John fell on top of her in a second, and her legs naturally spread, inviting access to her cunt. He thrust into her slowly, letting the blonde savour every inch of his penetration. Her arms clung around his neck as he began to hump her, pulling almost all the way out each time before thrusting back in with a lewd-sounding squelch.

Ripples of sexual warmth suffused her writhing body beneath him as they fucked on the grass under the canopy of a starry sky. They held, touched, explored, and gripped the other in earnest. John continued the rut until he was tapped on his shoulder. Stevie looked on, horrified, to see the chuckling visage of Harold rubbing his dick and impatiently awaiting his turn to fuck her.

"Steady on, old man," piped up James. "Let the dog see the rabbit."

Harold was rudely shoved away as James mounted the relieved Stevie. As he began to screw her, she turned to her left to see Everton buried between Dorothy's thighs as he fucked her silly. The middle-aged woman let out a series of high-pitched moans as she locked her plumpish legs around his back. Beside them, her husband was wanking off at the erotic vision of the big black stud fucking his wife.

He brought her to blissful climax and left her babbling in ecstasy as he looked around at the rutting guests. He was rock hard now and up for anything and anyone. He made his way to Lucy, picked her up, and had her sit in his lap as he plopped back on a convenient pile of cushions. She sank and let the weight of her curvy body propel her towards his cock, which he held straight up. She gasped in surprise and delight as his rigid organ slid right up into the meat of her pussy. She fell forward, thus impaling herself further on him, and remained motionless while she became accustomed to his considerable length.

"That is one big cock," she mused as she started to rise and fall carefully.

He pawed with her tits as she bobbed up and down, and her juices ran out all over his balls. Her tits jiggled wildly, and her nipples could have cut glass as they stiffened in the night air. She looked up to see that Harold was nearby and turned her head away, clinging to Bentley as she rode him. As the girl bounced on him, he could see everybody by the water maze involved in some sort of sexual act.

He thrust into Lucy so that every inch of him filled her cunt. She groaned in his ear as he simultaneously pulled her down on his big black rod. In her lust-crazed frenzy, she bit hard into his neck, and he yelped. And in that instant, she climaxed on his prick. Flushed and heated, she popped off of him and gave him a big kiss on his fat cock. Bentley noticed Katherine and Petunia kissing and licking each other in a 69 position. Before he could join them, Dorothy jumped up and hugged the naked man, running her long-nailed fingers over his hairy chest.

"So much hair! My goodness!"

Eager to love the older woman and leave her, the intrepid spy tipped her onto her back and aimed his black cock at her bush. He snorted through flared nostrils as he began to drive his large cock in and out of her foaming cunt.

"Lovely! Lovely!" she intoned as she took her first ever black dick.

As the dark-skinned stud banged her hard and fast, he pinned her legs right out as he began to pound her faster. He plunged deep into her cunt, stroking her boobs as he slammed into her. Her mouth gaped as he gave her a welcome orgasm, and as she trilled in delight, he swiftly moved on.

He approached his target of Petunia and Katherine, and they gleefully parted from their lesbian tryst to greet his ebony club of a cock. They immediately went to town, licking his mushroom-shaped helmet, and teasing the glans with busy tongues. Petunia ran her mouth up the length of his long shaft and back again, holding his rod straight up at the base. Katherine opened up and let a long string of drool slide down his length before gobbling up the top half of his incredible pole.

Both of the female escorts hummed on his boner at the same time, and both of them made loud slobbering noises that left the man's prick saturated with spit. With his dick in Petunia's throat, he gripped her head as he pushed up faster and harder. His Viagra fulled cock showed no signs of eruption as he placed Katherine on her hands and knees.

"Give it to me, big boy."

"May I?" asked Hamish, as he joined Bentley and the two girls.

"Please do."

Katherine went on all fours as she was mounted doggy style by the randy Scot.

Both men fucked the girls side by side, slamming into them and banging their backsides with vigorous thrusts. Hamish proceeded to spank Katherine's rump as he shagged her with surprising force.

"Care to trade?"

"Delighted," gushed Hamish.

The horny men made a switch, and the next thing Katherine knew was Everton's enormous black mamba fucking her arse off. He held her firmly in position by the hips as he plowed into her over and over. Huge, lunging strokes that rocked her body forward several inches.

"I say. What splendid sport," quipped Hamish. "Good lord!" he cried as he shot his load into the dark-haired Petunia.

Still fucking Katherine, Everton looked around the party for Stevie, but was unable to see her. He did sight Sheena MacTavish, who was servicing both John and James. She licked the length of one from balls to tip, before switching to the other, bathing each dick with her spit. She jerked both at the same time in her tight fists as she started her descent on John until he was fully buried in her throat.

Sheena kept this up, going faster each time until she was fucking her mouth onto his cock. She coughed, and with spit streaming down her chin she fellated John to climax, letting him pour his cum down her gullet. She let him out of her drooling mouth to let James spurt and splatter her pert tits with his load.

"Who's next?" she said nonchalantly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

She watched the black bull pull out of Katherine and saunter over to her.

"Have you seen Professor Bush?"

Sheena stared at his shining dark log and shrugged.

"Why are you concerned, lover? You can have me."

"No, where is Anita?"

"Huh! Last time I saw her, she was with Hilary and Caber."

"What!"

"Don't go!"

x

Thirty minutes earlier, Stevie had been seized by the brutish Caber and had been carried off to a windowless room inside the courthouse.

"Are the restraints ready?"

Asked the nude MacTavish as he entered the room to see the equally stark naked thug awaiting him.

"Aye, Sir Hilary."

"Tie her up."

Caber flung the fair-haired girl onto her front on the skinny bed and, using blue cords, secured her arms above her head, and quickly spread her legs out to tie them to the lower edge.

"Seeing you tied to the bed makes your rear end so delightful to see."

There was a prolonged silence which increased the tension in Stevie's outstretched frame. She shuddered at the touch of the older man as he smoothed her exposed buttocks with his calloused open palm. She could hear his breathing becoming louder as he raked his fingernails along her pussy slit.

"Wait until Nick gets here, then you'll be sorry."

"I don't think we'll be disturbed. The black bastard is probably having the time of his life out there."

When MacTavish gave her two quick spanks with her bottom, Stevie flinched automatically. Striking her rump caused the flesh of her cheeks to ripple delightfully. That sight alone heightened the thrill for the older man. He whacked her with more leverage, and Stevie stiffened as she cried out. Caber looked on with bated breath, and as he observed her wriggle and quiver in her bonds, he whined and rubbed his erection.

"It's simple, really. We want the diary pages without paying for them. Caber has searched your suite, as well as Sterling's, with no luck. Tell us where you stashed them, or else I'll beat the truth out of you."

"Go to hell!" Stevie declared with a trembling voice.

"Eventually."

MacTavish pushed a pillow under her belly as Caber handed him a whip.

"This is a Victorian Military riding whip from the Royal Scots Greys, a cavalry regiment in the Army of Scotland. It's made of plaited linen and leather. Care to feel its bite?"

Stevie uttered a yell of surprise when she felt the cane slide between her legs and make contact with her pussy mound. MacTavish twisted the end of the cane to rub against her vulnerable slit. Such a thin stick had a powerful effect on Clara. She began to move her hips in a futile attempt to escape, but her binds kept her in check.

"Foolish girl."

She heard a swish and the thwack of the cane again and again, and immediately there came a burning sensation spreading across her nether cheeks. Each time the cane bit into her bottom, her body jerked, but her arms and legs being bound to the bed meant she was held securely in place. There was a short pause as Sir Hilary asked her about the diary pages.

"I can stop right now, Bush. If you only hand over the pages."

"N... no," she whispered as her rear stung like hell.

Stevie tried to mentally prepare herself, but the next flurry of blows struck her on each buttock in turn. Left, right, left, and so on.

"Stop that, you bastards!"

Their attention shifted when they saw movement behind them. OO7 stepped inside the punishment room, still in the buff, still sporting a boner, thanks to Viagra, but looking menacing nonetheless.

"Everton. Thank god!"

MacTavish moved quickly and picked up a Beretta 9mm pistol, thrusting the gun

forward and calling out sharply.

"Caber! Get him!"

The burly man instinctively moved to intervene, positioning his naked bulk between his master and Bentley.

"You're a big man, Caber, but you're out of shape."

The black-skinned spy shifted one way and then another before launching to his foe and smashing his palms on each of the shaven-headed thug's temples. Disoriented by the sudden blows, Caber threw wild punches in the air but struck naught. Still pivoting, Bentley poised on his left leg, then brought his right round in a vicious roundhouse kick that connected with Caber's groin, knocking him flat as if

his feet had been scythed from under him.

"Stay down, you Scottish bastard!"

For a brief moment he was on two feet, and then on none as the dark shadow of the British spy felled him once more with two shattering drop-kicks. Caber exhaled deeply and then drifted into unconsciousness.

"I think that will be enough, whoever you are."

Sir Hilary had his weapon pointed at the back of Stevie's head.

"If you harm the girl, I'll kill you. I swear it."

"I do believe you would."

MacTavish unleashed a shot at Everton that whizzed six inches from his

head. The secret agent rolled and picked up the discarded cane and rapped the Scot on his wrist. As soon as he relinquished his hold on the Beretta, Everton retrieved it and gave the man a double tap in the forehead. He looked on as the mad collector slumped onto the floor, as dead as Dillinger.

"Everton!"

Stevie was untied, and she sobbed into her saviour's breast.

"It's all over, my darling."

He held her in his strong arms and carried her away, back to the Kirckaldy Court. They burst into her room, the James III Suite, and laid her on the bed.

"Is he dead?"

"Afraid so. In my line of work, I have a special licence. His death will be covered up by my department. Was it terribly painful?"

"The caning? I feel alright now."

She gave him a big smile as she pointed to his never-diminishing hard-on.

"Is that terribly painful?"

He laughed. After all the sex, he still hadn't achieved an orgasm.

"It is a bit. Bloody Viagra. I need another good shag for it to wear off."

"Maybe I can help you out there. After all, I owe you one. Can I suck it?"

Stevie rolled the man onto his back and sank to his groin, focusing on his rock-hard erection. She curled her fingers around his black dick and fed it to her open mouth. He steadied himself with his arms above his head and watched her tease his flared helmet with the tip of her tongue. His hips rocked to and fro as his pleasure heightened, and the girl knew she desperately wanted him to fuck her.

The feverish blonde honey made baby sucks as she concentrated on the smooth head only and wetted it with her spit. As she sucked on him lovingly, her hand worked the stiff shaft furiously from the base up to halfway.

"Oh, that's good."

Everton moaned as he enjoyed her moist lips kissing his dick, and his eyes widened when her head dropped down onto half of his length. Her hand moved quickly, and she cupped his balls as her mouth salivated from her aggressive sucks. Her head bobbed up and down on his twitching cock with faster nods, and her silky hair fell across his dark groin.

"I hope I can take it all," she gasped as she kept a grip on his pole and moved over his lap.

Stevie grunted as she brought herself fully down on his upright club and let gravity do the rest. She impaled herself on him, and his prick filled her to the hilt. With his muscled legs out wide, she started to bounce up and down on his boner.

"You are amazing! Fuck!"

Everton was enjoying himself just as much as Stevie, and he looked at her riding his ripped frame with steady strokes. The sensation for her was a fifty-fifty split between pleasure and tightness as she felt her muff full to the max. He let her do the business for three minutes, and then, in a flash, Stevie found herself on her back with his flexed arms fitted at her bent knees. His big bulk pushed forward, and his big stiff slipped into the very wet and hot box of the grateful blonde. She groaned and snapped her head back into a pillow as her gash was fully penetrated with his entire length.

"Give it to me hard!" she demanded in a throaty growl.

He obliged her and screwed the slender beauty with fast and hard thrusts that saw his love rod ram in before pulling back nearly all the way. The large bed bounced against her back and rump as she was slammed into it repeatedly. Her pussy was easily speared by him, and she creamed and bubbled around the fat shaft. His arms pinned her slim legs back up to her ears, and her beautiful body arched as he drove up inside her faster and deeper.

"Won... der... full!" she breathed as his groin sawed back and forth on her inflamed clit.

His balls were now slapping her upturned bum as the pair of them glistened in a sheen of perspiration. Desiring him to fuck her even deeper, Stevie reached out her arms and grabbed onto his clenched buttocks with both hands. She felt an orgasm build with intensity as he rubbed on her pubic bone with his weight, and her face glowed with satisfaction. Then, when Everton began a subtle rotation of his hips and made his cock pound her cunt with a spiral twist, she lost it. She moved with him, fucking her hips up at him as she drenched his cock with another of her squirting orgasms. Her pussy shot out, and his cock and balls were soaked with her fluids.

"FUCK!"

"That was so erotic, I nearly came myself."

OO7 withdrew from Stevie, who mumbled into a pillow as she wallowed in her climax.

"Sheena! What the bloody hell!"

The tall brunette had been watching the whole time he and Stevie had been intimate.

"I forgive you for not shagging me during the orgy. But I think this might be an appropriate moment to make up for the lost opportunity, don't you?"

Like Stevie, Sheena pointed out Everton's aching erection, with the angry-looking purple dome, and he had to agree. He needed relief big time. He marched toward her with serious intent and roughly lifted her left leg and held it in the crook of his right forearm. With a lunge up, he guided his massive dick to her cunt and shoved in.

"Woof!" she cried, and with her leg pointing straight up, he made great pelvic thrusts that made her right foot go on tiptoe.

She gripped his neck in both hands as he fucked her in this standing position with little effort. They kissed hard as he pushed up into her balls deep, and she whined like a wounded animal as she got what she wanted. With her speared on his flagpole of a cock, Everton raised her aloft, so that her feet dangled three feet from the carpet.

His biceps bore the brunt of her weight as he used her body to literally fuck himself.

Sheena was but a toy he played with as he bounced her against his matted chest, slamming up to meet her as he juggled the groaning vixen. With his knees bent, Everton heaved her up and down with all the muscles of his back and shoulders standing out under his dark flesh.

"Don't forget me," said Stevie, who watched from the big bed.

Everton carried Sheena on his dick and toppled her onto the bed beside the blonde. Stevie turned over, onto her knees, and offered him the chance to fuck her doggy style. He rubbed her slit with the head of his cock, and found her pussy was dripping with her cum. He looked at Sheena as he mounted the girl, pushing in until he was entirely inside her.

"Such a biggie!"

He grasped her waist to pull her to him as he thrust at her. Sheena giggled as she shot under Stevie to align her muff to her head. Everton had no inkling if Stevie was bisexual, but she bent down to swipe her pink tongue along the pussy of the Scottish bitch. Stevie's soft nether cheeks slapped against his groin, and their combined cries of pleasure were music to his ears.

He worked like a well-oiled engine, pumping the girl faster and faster. His big balls swayed beneath her at each inward stroke. He was screwing her with corkscrew motions now as sweat dappled his black flesh. His senses were swimming; due to the Viagra?

Sheena emerged with a determined look on her face. She used her index finger in his chest to persuade him to lie on his back. Stevie rolled away as the brunette sat on his lap. She thrust her lower body to and fro along his thumping dick, before gripping it in a fist to move him right at her cunt hole. Sheen raised her bottom, wiggled it, and then drove onto him all the way.

"Now THAT is a cock!"

Quicker than she realised, Sheena was able to take all of the pulsating black mamba. She leaned over his bulky form, and she let her long hair drape over his heaving chest.

"It's too much, too much!" she exclaimed as she climaxed on his boner.

Her cunt was unable to stem the outpourings of her orgasm, and wet and sticky fluids squirted out and pooled under the rutting couple.

"Here I go," announced Everton after a very long evening of shagging, and as Sheena let him out of her steamy muff, he waved to Stevie, who lay next to him on his left side.

Shev took his hose in her mouth and crammed as much of him into her mouth as she could. OO7 growled, and his huge load shot down the gulping throat of the willing babe. She licked and sucked him off, determined not to waste a drop as he ejaculated in a fifteen-second orgasm. When she finally relinquished his pulsating organ, she shared his cum with Sheena when they embraced and kissed each other in a filthy, sticky French kiss.

"You scum!" yelled Caber as he kicked the door down.

"Make yourself scarce, girls," said Bentley as he got to his feet.

Caber looked rough. His face was bloody, with a broken nose and dented temples. He lumbered across the room awkwardly, trying to focus his eyes on the black bastard who had beaten him up.

"Look, Sir Hilary is dead. There's no need to quarrel now."

"Hilary's dead?" asked Sheena, unaware of Bentley's fight earlier.

Both nude hulks sized each other up and made a big circle as they moved opposite each other. Bentley realised that he would have to surprise the bigger man if he was to win this fight. His eyes took in one of Stevie's bras on the bed, and he grabbed it and twisted the ends of the straps.

"Gah!"

Caber leapt at Everton, who sidestepped the man. He came behind him and wound the bra around his neck. OO7 hauled back on the bra with all his weight and strength. It stretched alarmingly well, like drawing a bow with no arrow. He jerked and jerked, pulling Caber toward him by his neck. Trained to kill as a necessary cause of action, Everton put his knee in the small of the Scotman's back, and braced his shoulder on his upper spine. He pulled and pulled with the last remains of his strength.

Caber struggled right until the end. He was big; he was strong. But no match for Bentley's strategy. The makeshift noose tightened as the brute clawed at his throat, unable to find anything to grasp. He slowly sagged to the carpet. Dead. Either by strangulation or by a crushed windpipe. OO7 would let the SIS 'laundry team' decide when he called them in to do their disposal job.

"By the way, were the diary pages genuine?" wondered Sheena.

"No. Not even worth the paper they were printed on. I'm sorry, girl. But you're going to have to be questioned by my superiors."

"Not to worry. I have lots of information about the Scottish Greens that will please the Government. Everton? Is that your real name?"

"Yes, the name's Bentley, Everton Bentley."

"Otherwise known to some as the Black Hammer," Stevie elaborated with a grin.

"Oh, really? Maybe you can knock the living daylights out of us again? You only live once."

Everton was STILL fucking stiff, all because of the Viagra in his spiked Drambuie.

"No, you only live twice. Now come here, you beauties, and suck my black cock."

END