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A Spy-Plane Willingly Spotted

For bloodgod245

By Draconicon

With the advent of aeromorphs on military bases, there was a massive shift in housing. Hangars were no longer entirely suitable for the planes, and both a new place for them to live and new things for them to do while off-duty was all but required if the militaries that benefited from them wanted to keep their services. Those countries that tried to demand that their aeromorphs behave and accept nothing more than the services planes normally received were quick to lose their newest weapons, and were easy prey for the neighbors that maintained a better intelligent air force.

It was in one of these new places, a shanty-town of illicit pleasures outside of the joint South Korea-USA military bases, that Ran Mi-Yun made her base of operations. The North Korean MiG-29 'worked' there undercover, a job that she took some pleasure in despite the indignities.

"Come again," she said in an artificially twisted accent, the English words falling just on the side of legibility as the older-model aeromorph stumbled out of her shack. He was falling-down silly with pleasure, and had been nearly as useless in bed as he had been for the cause. She shook her head. "Waste of time."

Ran Mi-Yun let the leather flap fall, closing her off from the outside world again. Her superiors would be hoping for contact and results soon; after all, she was working very close the military base, and the higher-ups had believed that the western aeromorphs would be more than willing to come here to get their pleasure. They were debauched, undisciplined; how would they resist someone that would give them anything for nothing?

They had sadly reckoned without the thought that there were too many other aeromorphs with the same thought. There were prostitutes among the western aeromorphs as well, and despite her mostly-modern curves, heavy in the chest fuel bumps as well as in the rear fuel exhaust regions, she was competing with those that were familiar, and worse, those that were more convenient. The Americans had little reason to come to her, and the South Korean craft were canny enough to avoid those that had even a possibility of being attached to the North.

In short, she was verging on failing her mission, and failure could easily lead to decommission. Defection wasn't an option, either; Ran Mi-Yun had considered it once, only to see what the North did to those that tried. Hidden devices waiting to explode were planted in each of them to assure their loyalty, or so they were told.

She had little reason to doubt them. She had more reason to fight for them.

The MiG sat down on what passed for a bed, more a series of steel supports with some old tarp that served as barely-sufficient cushion for her heavy form. Lying down, she stared up at the rough ceiling. It was a far cry from the better housing north of the border, but she would not see that again unless she could report a success.

And for that, she needed better customers. Much, much better -

"Hello? Hello, I heard that there's a whore here. Hello?"

Definitely American, Ran thought, shaking her head as she sat up. And a modern one, too, with a speaker like that...

"Yes, yes, I is a whore," she said, putting on the voice again. "One moment, then give pleasure."

"Yeah? Well, hurry up. I'm due for a flight in an hour."

An hour. Very modern, then, if he could be prepped in less than that. She stood up, her cock hanging down, and she dialed it in just a bit. The customers liked the exotic shaft, most of the time, but some of them were a bit threatened by the full size. She made sure that her fluids were running properly down to her pussy, just barely hidden behind her sac, and walked to the flap.

As soon as she pulled it aside, her metaphorical breath caught in her throat. The customer was more than modern; he was an SR-71 Blackbird.

She'd heard of them; every aeromorph in the North had. They were the best of the best, with human engineering combined with new technology, birthing aeromorphs that were faster, stronger, and harder to find than any of the bombers that the North could use. He was sleek, thick in the shoulders and back but with a profile that was designed to cut through the air, and his arms were padded at the shoulders with large wings.

Oh, he was gorgeous. And he was the perfect target for someone like her. SR-71 material would be the perfect prize to bring back to the North, and if she could manage it, a child to go with it.

"Yes, yes, come in," she said, holding the flap open. He was naked, just as all aeromorphs were, and his cock hung halfway to his knees. Not quite the length of her full-sized shaft, but bigger than she was now. "Come, what you want? What can I do?"

"Just a pump and dump. But yeah, you should be used to that, right?"

"Of course, of course. Free for Americans; grateful for help."

It was something that always puffed up the American planes, and this one was no different. He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

"Least we can do. I mean, not like you guys can defend yourself. You need the best of the best for that. And I'm the fucking best."

"Best at fucking, too?" she joked.

"Heh, you'll find out. You'll be screaming by the time I'm done."

Screaming like all the victims of American bombing runs, she was sure. Now that he was closer, she could see his identifier mark on the side of his neck. Jeremy Gregson was his name, though she didn't see a rank. Might have been something more top-secret than a ranked soldier. If so, all the better.

As she leaned back on her bed, spreading her legs, she could feel him staring. Oh, he was eager. This would be -

"Wait, uh...condom."

Condom. That was a problem. Considering she needed his seed blown as deep inside her as possible so that it could be kept fresh for the flight home, she couldn't afford to deal with that. Even if he had high-pressure ejaculation systems that could punch through the cheap condoms she had, she needed it to go deep, not just hang around the entrance.

As he started to pull one out from a reserve compartment at his hip, she sat up, taking it from him. Oldest trick, really, but he was still caught off-guard as she ripped it open and held it to her lips.

"Let me?"

"Oh, fuck. Go on, then."

He put his hands on his hips, thrusting forward as his cock rose up with a whir and a click. It was one of the rapid-reaction features that she imagined most of the new planes had; if they were male, meant to dump their load and run, then they were going to be even faster as time went on, and multi-function planes like her would be left to satisfy themselves to an even greater degree.

She ignored that, focusing on fitting the condom to her conical mouth. She put the tip between her lips, pushed down just enough to hold it in place, and leaned down. The metal tip of his cock fit to the divot in the condom easily, and he started sliding forward as she started sliding down.

Of course, with his cock sliding into her mouth like that, there was no way that he'd notice the slight cuts she could leave in the condom. It was tricky, but with a mouth that was meant as much for defense as it was for speaking, she had jagged bits that she could use with just a slight tilt of her head, and she did so. Expertly, perfectly, going all the way down his cock until the condom had sheathed him in rubber...and left the head properly exposed.

"Hell yeah. Now, let's get to humping, hot stuff."

Oh, he was going to be in trouble, and Ran looked forward to hearing that down the military grapevine. Rather than let him shove her back, though, she shoved him into her bed, straddling him before he could see what she'd done. It was slightly risky, considering his seed could ooze back down, but better than risking him seeing what she had done by lining up himself.

"I take it from here."

"Heh, alright. Go on, whore. Show me what you got."

Ran Mi-Yun smiled, already thinking of what her superiors were going to say when they realized that she'd returned with some of the enemy's top secret materials. She would be in line for a promotion, and perhaps more.

So, the smile was genuine as she pushed her hips back, lining his cock up behind her balls so that she could guide it right into her pussy. The barely-there rubber rubbed away still further as she took him inside, the head completely exposed. He didn't even know how vulnerable he was.

Just as he started to look impatient, she slammed her hips down, taking him to the base and smacking her big hips right off his smaller, more angular ones. He groaned as she started riding, and she bit off a few moans of her own.

This was the fun part. The hard part would come later, when she had to escape, when there would be a warning out for her while she ran for the border. But until then, she would enjoy this.

As the shack rocked as she rode his cock, Jeremy closed his eyes. He was probably enjoying the hell out of her pussy as she worked him; all her clients did, always muttering about how slippery she was, how into it she got, and more. She was the perfect whore, a perfect agent for the North, and she would use this as her prize to the heavens.

Speeding up, she rode him all the faster, her balls bouncing off his stomach and her cock doing the same. He didn't care; he grabbed her hips and pulled her down faster, grunting, huffing. He was already close. He clearly hadn't been kidding about a pump and dump, because she could already hear him overheating, getting closer and closer -

"NNNGH!"

And then he was done. Long before she could actually finish, long before she'd even started reaching her satisfaction, he came. She clenched hard, feeling his heat and warmth going right to the storage core at the end of that particular channel, and she trapped it hard, making sure that there was no chance in hell that it was going to leak out.

Missing accomplished...even if you are piss-poor at this...

The End

Summary: Aeromorphs are real, but what happens when they act as spies?

Tags: H/M, Prostitution, Aeromorph, Vaginal, Spy, Blackbird, MiG, Condom, Sabotage, Stealing, Stealing Cum, Orgasm, Cum, Too Quick, Hair Trigger,