Nothing Warms You Up Like a Woman
The plane touched down in Cairo.
I entered the country under the identity of Maldiano. Someone might be watching, so I split from the slaves and moved on my own. I rented a car and drove alone toward the desert, out past the Cairo city limits and into a rocky ravine where hardly anyone passed.
The photograph Agent Smith had shown me was unmistakably a shot looking straight down. Aircraft, a drone—maybe even a reconnaissance satellite. I drove deeper into the ravine until the rock overhead could hide me, confirmed that no one was around, and opened my storage space to take out the vehicle I had kept inside. I released the Polymorph on my face as well.
Once I was back in my own face, I stored the car I had arrived in. After killing a little time, I drove the new one back into the city. A nuisance, but shaking their eyes off me came first.
The one mercy was that I had been operating in Somalia under a changed face. If I had gone in as myself, this would have been a headache. Even they could hardly track a man whose face was entirely different. Everyone but me was the problem—Maximus and the other slaves. Their faces were already burned, so I would not be able to use them for a while.
Instead of going on to Alexandria, I took a room at a luxury hotel in central Cairo. Getting clear had been simple enough, but staying that sharp had left me badly worn down. I needed to work the tension out of my body.
I called Choi Jeong-ah to the hotel.
She came into the room smiling, glad to see me.
"Oppa. Why are you sleeping here instead of coming home?"
She said it while looking the interior over, and she did not seem to mind. I had called her in the evening, so she was in an easy dress—though the cotton clung, and on her tall frame that glamorous body showed through completely.
As she toured every corner of the room, I came up behind her and cupped her breasts.
"Oh my—ahh—seriously. We finally see each other, and this is the first thing you do?"
"It's been a while. That's why."
I hooked both shoulder straps and dragged them down. The cotton stretched and slid, and the breasts hidden in her bra came free. I sucked at her neck and ear while my hand pushed under the bra, palm closing over a breast, fingers pinching and twisting the nipple.
"Aang—! That hurts—fuck—go easier—mmph!"
I caught her chin, turned her face, and poured the kiss into her. One hand kneaded her breast; the other went lower. I grabbed the skirt that had slumped past her knees and hauled it up. Long legs came into view, with a decent amount of flesh on them. Because the dress clung, the thong she wore underneath showed between her thighs. My hand slid under the bunched skirt and rubbed between her legs, over the thick mound.
"Nnngh—you're always in such a rush. A little slower—aah—oppa—jeez—"
I was too wound up to play along with the cooing. All I wanted was to shove my cock in and pound her as soon as I could. I dragged her, half stripped, to the table in the middle of the room, bent her upper body over it, and yanked her panties down in one rough pull.
"Aang—you fucker—you've gotten a taste for raping me. Don't you dare—aah—! Hkk!"
I pushed my fingers in first and worked the hole until she was soaking. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Two fingers driving into her made both of Jeong-ah's thighs clamp hard.
"Hnn—aah—aang—don't—aah—fuck—!"
I stirred her until slick fluid coated my fingers and smeared everything. What leaked out left her pussy and the insides of her thighs wet through. She was ready. Time for the main event.
I kicked off my underwear, took my fully hard cock in hand, and set it to the hole. First I rubbed the head up and down against her. The swollen tip felt the slick opening and the soft skin, and that alone made me swell harder still.
"Ngh!"
Riding that hard swell, I eased the head inside. Once the angle was right, I gripped her narrow waist in both hands and drove my hips up on a diagonal.
Squelch—
"Ahhk—!!"
My erection pushed slowly into her cunt. Jeong-ah drew her thighs tight and squeezed, and the clamping hole held my cock rigid. As much pressure as came down the shaft, that much pleasure came back.
"Ngh—fuck. You feel incredible."
"Aah—you bastard—you hired me just so you could fuck me, didn't you?"
"If you know, then squeeze properly. So I don't swap you out for some other woman."
I drew my hips back and slammed in again. Thwack! Then I moved faster, the head of the piston driving into her over and over. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
"Aah—aah—aah—fuck—nnn—oppa—harder—more—aah—!"
Her moans only put more strength in me. I drove my hips harder, and her plump ass clapped with the heavy smack of a pounding mallet. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Every time I drove into her, her waist bent, her head snapped back, and she cried out.
"Hkk—aang! Yes! Oppa—aah—aah—hkk—more—harder—oppa—fuck me deeper—aak!"
I reached around, caught her swaying breasts, and crushed them in my hands. Her own hands covered mine as she moaned. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Aang—yes! Aah—aah—! Aaang—! You fucker—! Aah! Aah! Rapist bastard—aah—! Haa—!"
Watching her body jolt under me, the sense of conquest climbed as high as it could. I let go of the breasts I had been mangling, seized the back of her neck, and pressed her down onto the table. Pinned, Jeong-ah kept her chest flat to the wood and only lifted her ass. My other hand braced against the table.
The angle broke downward. My cock, which had been straining up, bent as it drove in, and the sensitive ridge along the top dragged against the upper wall of her. Every thrust sent lightning racing along it, sharp enough that I nearly gagged.
"Fuck! You bitch! You feel so goddamn good. Ngh!"
Holding her pinned beneath me, I slammed my hips in with everything I had. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Aah—aah—aah—there! There! Aak—don't! Ngh! Stop! Fuck! Aang! Kyaaak!!"
"Hhk! F-fuck!"
Both thighs locked hard, and the orgasm that had swollen to the limit finally blew. Gush—! Spurt after spurt. The cum that burst inside her flowed straight into her womb.
I ran a hand once over the back I had been pinning down. Sweat had soaked through her skin. She had not been faking the excitement, and that satisfied me. More than the fact that I had fucked a young, pretty woman, what really hit was that I had dragged her all the way to the peak with me.
I savored the pleasant weakness and pulled out. White cum leaked from the hole that had been stretched open. I turned, cracked the water bottle on the table, drank, and dropped onto the sofa.
Then—
"My shoulders feel knotted. Come over and rub them."
Jeong-ah, having just taken a load, pushed herself up and glared at me.
"You're the worst. Seriously."
Choi Jeong-ah was surprisingly clean with the work. She had the tax filings and the accounting SGC needed organized to perfection. The lawyers and the accounting firm handled the actual labor, of course, but checking that it all ran properly and reporting on it was no easy job either. Judging by the endless posts she had put up and an SNS following that had multiplied several times over, she had spent most of that time on social media—but she was still doing what she was supposed to do.
At this level, I could trust her and go back to Korea.
Jeong-ah asked it back at me.
"You're going to Korea?"
"Yeah. I need to stop by the company. I might not be able to come around for a while."
"Yeah? Then what about me?"
"Handle it yourself until then. Our people will show up for next quarter's gold sale anyway. Just keep the work moving in the meantime. You can even hop over to Korea in between if you want."
"Yeah?"
She looked as if she were thinking it over.
"Then maybe I should drop by Korea for a bit too? Our followers keep asking when I'm coming, and I was already planning to go once."
"Yeah? Then book the tickets yourself. Two of them. Mine included."
"Then... can I book business class for me too?"
She asked it in a sweet voice. I could allow that much.
"Sure. But there's a condition."
"What condition?"
"We do it once on the plane."
"What?! You genuine pervert!"
She glared, but she did not look all that unwilling.
"I've wanted to do it on a plane. Not the full thing. Just suck me off. Well? Worth trading for a business-class ticket, isn't it?"
She did not answer, only thought it over—so she was already halfway sold.
While I was spending the time with Choi Jeong-ah, word came that the ferry had passed through the Suez Canal.
Early morning, I went to meet the ferry at the port of Alexandria. The slaves who had been waiting came out of the ship to greet me.
"Good work. The cargo?"
"No particular problems, sir."
"Good. Then let's get it moving."
Trucks rolled off the ship docked in the harbor and up onto the pier.
It was time to cross back into Gaia.