ZEPPELIN DREAMS...The Role Play!

Attacked?

A lift of mahogany soon graced paled visage as he felt a gentle tug placed upon the lower level of his pant leg. The soft growls emitted past the dog's lips stirring a light amount of amusement within his being before he caught sight of movement from the corner of his eye. Viridian depths soon gazing towards the angelic beauty descending upon him as a rather interested flash lit the pools of his eyes. Body soon crouching towards the ground as a gentle hand was brought through the dog's sparse hair. Another hand soon joining his own before gaze followed up that perfectly molded apendage. Light smile caressing against red lips as he "accidentally" brought his hand upon her own. The velvet-like softness causing a stir within his inner most being as soft words were soon expelled. Heavily accented voice spoken with flawless grace.

"Excuse a mois, madame. I did not mean to...interrupt your walk..."

Once the animal had detached itself from his trousers, his body straightened to its full height. Toned musculature straining against the confining matierial of the expensive cloth upon him as he brought a single digit to tap lightly against the masculine curve of his squarejaw. Five-o-clock shadow providing a rather rough surface as he continued to gently run his thumb over the skin...
 
Scotchy Natchez

Snatching Precious up in her arms, she lifted her chin in a most defiant manner, her blue eyes blazing a hole through him.

You do realize that this is a pedigreed dog! A National Champion, no less! He could have lost a tooth in those tweed trousers of yours.

Suddenly, her eyes softened as his bemused smile disarmed her.

Well. . .I mean. . .What I meant to say. . .Oh, are you all right?

She placed her gloved hand on his hip and bent to take a look at his pant leg. Her blonde hair fanned over his crotch as the wind swifted. She glanced up with concern, her soft full lips parting.

I think Precious may have ripped the hem just a tinsy bit. Please, let's go onboard and get you changed.

Slipping her arm through his, they strolled on deck. She followed him to his stateroom and waited while he unlocked the door and turned toward her. She extended her hand while Precious growled softly in her arm.

You must excuse my manners, I'm Scotchy. Scotchy Natchez from New York.
 
SR9

Another disarming smile was soon proffered within her direction before her words soon drifted throughout the air. Gaze soon descending upon the little animal before him before attention was soon averted back towards the vision of beauty before him. The softness of golden strands upon his crotch making him quite uncomfortable before the momentary embrace was soon lost. Sinewy limb attaching onto his own before he felt himself being drawn within the ship's interior. Curious gaze only falling upon the angelic woman who graced his arm once before being diverted back towards the Zeplin's inner contents. Intelligent mind formulating a vivid map within his memory before they came to an inevitable halt before the door to his room. Right hand seeking refuge within his pocket as a silver object was soon attained, the key slowly inserted into the lock as a simple twist was applied. Oaken barrier soon yielding to their entrance before that willowy arm was soon placed within his presence again. Coy smile occupying paled lips as he allowed for his right hand to gently caress against the gloved surface of her fingers. Gentle grip established as he elevated the limb to meet his lips, a soft warmth spreading through the glove's thin surface as he inhaled her scent. A step taken backwards before a flourishing bow was soon offered.

"James Rochelle, madam. Tis a pleasure to meet you...If you would please join me?"

Right hand gesturing for her to enter as that charming facade continued to be held. It always entertained him to notice how many people continued to trust him without a single protest. No doubt within his mind that she would fall under his guise as everyone else has.
 
MAY WONG

Zepp's shafting left her weak in the knees, but a glow of sexual wellbeing suffused her body.

As she sorted through the various brochures for the appropriate ones, she heard the Count announce:

ATTENTION>>>THE PRESIDENT OF FRANCE WILL SPEND THE NIGHT ABOARD. HE WANTS TO HAVE SEX....WITH A WOMAN. IF YOUR INTERESTED PLEASE CONTACT MAY WONG.
THANK YOU.
THAT IS ALL.

The President of France! WOW. Well, if nobody came forwards, May herself would take him on.

As she started to make phonecalls to arrange for tickets for the Follies, and ordered picnic baskets from the head chef ("Don't forget the champagne and caviar!") for the next day, she felt Zepp's hands on her hips again.

She turned around and crushed her lips on his. She just couldn't get enough of him, or he of her it seemed. It was a right decision to come and work on this airship.
 
Scotchy Natchez

The flush rose to her high cheekbones, coloring them darkly as he raised her hand to his lips. She batted her long lush lashes at him demurely,

I would be delighted to join you, Mr. . .?

As her hand floated back to her side, she shashayed her way into his room. Setting Precious on the floor, she turned back to him and began to remove her gloves, fingertip by fingertip, tossing them carelessly at the oversized, red, velvet chaise lounge. Unfastening the front of her mink coat, she let it fall to the ground around her pumps. She smiled seductively as he gazed upon her very naked body.
 

The trip to the follies was a smashing success and Zepp celebrated in the back seat of his limousine, (the white one that was housed on the hanger deck of the '69'), by having a delicious menage au trois with Mona and May as they rode through the streets of Paris. He reaching his most spectacular climax under the girded iron work of the thrusting needle spire of the Eiffle tower, spilling his spend into the pretty waiting mouths of both spectacularly beautiful women as they tongued him from either side.
Stepping exhausted and satiated from the long white limo, they noticed a long black limo parked by the companionway to the majestic airship. from it's antenna fluttered the French tri-color.

"Mon Dieu! C'est le President de France!", The Count slapped his forehead. "I forgot!"

Turning in desperation, he found both women, holding little hand mirrors and realigning their lipstick.

"One of you must step forward for the sake of the enterprize!
the Old Gentleman owns 331/3% of LoveBlimp Inc.!"
 
James Rochelle

It seemed that his alias continued to prove difficult for others to pronouce. However, such an inconvience was soon disregarded as he followed the salicious form into the interior of his room. A light creek emitted from where door met hinges as it came to a soft "click." Trapping the two within the cool embrace of his room before allowed for soled boots to embrace against the lush carpets that adorned the ground of his quarter's. And so the rich tones of his voice rang clear. The fluctuation within his deeply accented voice barely noticable, but making it quite evident to any whom did hear that French was not his first language.

"Rochelle..."

The name flowed with unequalled grace as his piercing gaze infiltrated the woman's most inner thoughts. Hips moving from side to side mesmerized his lust into a further state of decadent thoughts before he caught sight of the firm globes of her arse. Heavy restraint influenced upon him as he fought every urge to move behind her and press the engorged flesh of his growing manhood into the inviting curvature of her ass. But such restraint was well accepted as he caught sight of how she withdrew her gloves. Finger by finger before finally finding new habitat upon a nearby couch. Full intent upon the lasvicious form before him as she further revealed herself with a mere flick of her wrist. The mink coat cascading down her form within a single wave as his interest was renewed.

A stirring within his crotch was inevitable as he felt the cloth of his pants to be rather painful upon him. Swollen flesh pushing into his right pant leg as the obvious arrousal was evident within his uneasiness. Slow footsteps drawing him closer to her as she soon felt calloused hands upon the toned musculater of her slender waist. Hot breaths cascading down upon her exposed flesh as he spoke within the softest of tones...

"Why Madam Natchez, I do believe that you are trying to seduce me, no?"

A hint of playfullness evident upon his voice as he gazed within her eyes. Just because he was a professional...well, we'll leave that for later. Didn't mean he was without any notion of pleasure.

Crimson pair soon falling upon her own as he consumed her very breath. The present but a past memory as he brought her to level of existence that she could, until this day, have never dared to fathom. Such a state of arrousal attained by a mere kiss often brought any female to abide by his every whim and desire. Thus far she had acted dominant, would that trend find its conclusion here? Only time would tell, as he didn't dare depart from their embrace of lips. If anything, the addition of serpentine muscle struggling forth into the cavern of her mouth only emphasized as much.
 
Boris Stateroom 6

Boris pushed his shaft all the way inside Diana whispering
"God baby you are tight" as he felt her hot inside around him.

Dianas moans exciting Boris more and more as he was sliding in and out of her,
her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him into her.
He sucked her breast into his mouth letting his tongue swirl around her hard nipple teasing her,
biting and pulling in her hard nipple, his shaft growing so big as he pushed deeper and harder inside her.

Their lips met once more in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.
He felt Diana moaning into the kiss as her love channel tightened around him and she started to climax.
Boris tried to hold back, his hard cock throbbing wildly inside her, as he continued to slide in and out of her.

Dianas nails scratching his skin as they were digging into his back, her legs pulling him deeper into her,
her pussy tightening around him as she climaxed again. It felt as if Dianas tight inside was milking his shaft.
Boris cried out as he lost control and his hard shaft started to pump its hot semen deep into Dianas wet pussy.
Their orgasms sending shivers of pleasure through their bodies.
 
Kathy

"Turk, I hope the oil isn't to hot?" As I rub it on his back,nice and slow and hard. As I think of what I would like to do, I had to talk to him. "Have you work here long? As you know I just sarted."

As I move down his back, I see the tightness of his ass. I move past it to his legs. "You have nice stronge legs," rubbing the legs I then ask him to turn over. When Turk turns over, I see his cock is still hard. I put more oil on my hands as he watches me.. "So the oil is ok, good." He is watching me like undressing me. Rubbing his chest and moving down to his cock. Looking at is as I was I hear a laugh. " Kathy I think something else needs something don't you?"

I smile back at him and walk over to the door to close and lock it. "You know what I was thinking, don't you." I remove the towel from him, and he just lay back. my hands start to move on it slowly up and down. It is so big, "Turk says I think it needs more then that." My mouth found it very good. Sucking it slowly, taking it all in my mouth. I could hear him moaning. I start to lick it now, playing with his head. Licking his slit, almost making love to it. Then I move down to his balls, taking them one at a time in my mouth to suck them. The moaning got louder. Moving back to his cock, I could tell he is reading to cum.

My mouth move on his cock, faster I went could tell he is cuming soon. The moaning got louder yet. He grab my head and start to move it faster and faster till you could him him scream , yes. I swallow all of it. It felt so good. He just lay there, not saying anything. I hope he is ok?

I don't believe I did what I just done to my first client.
 
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May smiled happily as Zepp pushed her forward to meet the President. "Messieur le President, may I present your guide and entertainment, er I mean entertainer for tonight, Ms May Wong." They shook hands warmly, then he brought her hand to his lips and planted a hot kiss on her palm! May grinned happily.

Zepp was whispering urgently to her: "I think he is not the real president, but a very good double. But do as if he is, will you?"

May took the guest of honor around the "69", showing him all the decks and rooms. The poor man was flabbergasted at all the sexual activity that was going on in private and non private areas alike. Although he'd come aboard with the intention of getting laid, he hadn't counted on the decadent nature of the ship and it's passengers.

It didn't take long though, for him to get in the mood of things, and soon he had his hands on May's tight ass, while he tried to stuff his tongue down her throat. Equally aroused, May grabbed his stiff manhood and released it of it's confinement, then proceeded to deep throat him while kneeling in front of him in the bar. Other passengers, including Zepp and Mona joined in and soon it became a full fledged orgy.
 
Diana

Boris colapsed on Diana, his lips coming to hers kissing her passionately. The kiss lingering Diana's hands slowly slid up and down Boris' back, her legs slowly slid down his. Feeling his heated flesh under her fingers exciting her, moaning into his lips. His hard shaft still deep inside her she looked into his eyes as the kiss broke whispering softly, "Want to do that again"

Diana smiling into his big brown eyes waited for his answer.
 
Boris stateroom 6

They kissed and caressed each other passionately, his skin burning under her fingers.

Diana broke the kiss and whispered
"Want to do that again"

Boris could feel his cock still being hard inside her, he was surprised that it was, but it had been ever since he swolled those Wiagra pills,
it was amazing but also a wonderful gift that he planned to use as much as he could.

Boris gazed back into her eyes and whispered
"Yes very much"
as he rolled over on his back with Diana in his arm.
 
The kiss broke as they roled together, Boris' mouth engulfed her hard nipple her flesh burning under his caresses. She faintly remembered him saying, "Yes very much" more slowly she moved up and down his hard shaft, his tongue swirling around her hard bud making it harder. His hand squeezing her other nipple piniching it, twisting it, while her moans filled his ears. Driving him crazy with wild lust.
 
Boris stateroom 6

Boris could feel Diana move up and down his hard shaft. He sucked her breast into his mouth,
his hand squeezing the other breast.
Dianas hot pussy tightening around him driving him wild.
Boris pinched her nipple hard, his teeth biting and pulling in the other, feeling her hot moans in his ears.

His other hand caressing her back down towards her butt as Diana's riding got faster and faster.
Boris buried his face between her breasts, kissing her soft skin, licking her slowly tasting her.
 
They were all four in the seraglio like confines of the Counts Suite aboard the '69'

Mona had stripped away all but her dark thigh highs and heels. Her long legs spread about 2 feet apart and her hands braced against the wall, as Zepp buried the full curving length of his magnificent cock into her upturned pussy.
Both watched in admiration as May Wong, held the President of France by his long ears and guided his face between her legs.

''My dear!"
Zepp sang out as he shot his load all over Mona's tight shapely ass.
"A proper French 'gamouche' for you! And by the President of France no less!"

Miss Wanna had turned and was licking the glittering spend from Zepp's outrageously rampant...(thank you Wiagra)...cock.
"It will be something to tell your grandchildren about!"

May was only half listening as she felt the longest tongue in the world, slipping deeper and deeper into her pussy.
 
Turk held her head in his big hands, as she swallowed every fast pumping load of his cum. When she finally raised looked up he could see her lips coated with his glistening spend, which he wiped off with one broad finger. As she licked it clean with her pretty pink tongue, he grinned...
"Thanks!...Now it's your turn!"

Lifting her up, he places her sexy rump on the massage table, flips up her short white skirt and surveys the creamy length of her thighs.
"You won't need these."
Bracing his arms on both sides of her legs, he lowers his shaggy head and tears her lacey panties off with his teeth!
Looking up the length of her lush body to her startled eyes, he smiles...
"Lean back Honey, Turk's hungry."

His tongue begins to tease her pearly clit from it's hiding place, while his fingers slide up and down the short petaled length of her slit...pushing in...opening up.
Kathy arches up into his face, forgetting completely about her shredded panties she now only wants to feel that big broad tongue of his alive inside her pussy...
 
Making his way past the couples enjoying their various forms of sexual arousal, William headed to the front of the blimp. He could not get the amazing image of the Kaptain from his mind. He came to the bridge, the door cracked he could see the kaptain standing alone there.

Sliding in the door, he was taken away by the view of Paris that spread out in front of the giant blimp, tethered there to the Eiffel tower. Stepping up to the Kaptain, William laid a hand at her waist and leaned close to her, smelling her sweet scent.

Excuse me, kaptain. He began softly in her ear, I should conduct my examination.

His eyes trailed down her slender neck and into the cleavage bundled by her tight uniform. Turning her to him, he looked into her crystalline eyes. Securing his second arm around her waist he pulled her to him, their faces mere milimeters apart, their breath intermingling.

We can do it here, in view of this spectacular city if you like. He spoke softly his lips grazing the edge of her full rosey lips.
 
"Indeed, Herr Doktor Vangston," Kapitan Dianae smiled wickedly at the tall Amerikan, his lips grazing the edge of her full rosey lips. She reached up, lightly nipping at his lower lip, nibbling along the edge of his strong jaw, licking and nuzzeling down the side of his neck. Her eyes slowly closed, a shiver of pleasure coursing through her as William groaned with longing.

Rubbing her firery body against the gasping Amerikan, she slowly drew back, one hand locking the airship's controll wheel as she teasingly drapped her lithe, sculpted body against it.

"In the good name of Science, Villiam. I am yours to examine. Here. Now..."
 
IC: Louise von Kestler (SR2)......

Ray stood before me, his imense cock was so irresistable! I felt it throbbing between my fingers, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the most gorgeous glans I ever saw in my life. "Yes it comes close enough to my standards." I tell him. "Such smooth balls. I bet they need to be relieved of a little load?"

He kicked off his pants and held himself against my lips. "Go ahead, and see what you can get from it. I often please my lady friends."

I was no amateur when it came to such things as this. I knew how and what to do. But this was the largest so far. Part of my initiation into university at Bonn was to suck as many cocks as I could in the space of one week and I was never short of volunteers for the challenge.

I took him into my mouth, deeper and deeper. I think he was shocked in how far I could devour him. "Well, little lady you sure can take a lot." I just kept on going using my mouth and my hand and watched him moan with the ecstasy I was providing him with. Hmmmmmmmmm he tasted good too as I detected a little flowing of pre-cum at the back of my tongue. But he held fast to my actions, lasting much longer than I expected.

"Oh yes....keep that movement going!" he shouted out holding my head in place as he grinded his hips, thrusting even deeper into my aching mouth. "They said the fraulines were the best. Now I agree with that one....yahhhhhhooooooooo!"
 
Scotchy Natchez

Pulling back from the dizzying kiss, she pressed the back of her wrist to her forehead and swooned slightly.

Mr. . .Rochelle . . .

Her blue eyes fluttered back in her head and her knees buckled as she fainted dead away.

His huge hands expertly broke her fall and he cradled her limp body as he carried her over to the side of the bed, laying her down gently on the silk comforter. Her platinium hair fanned out over the pillow, her hands resting on the swell of her stomach.

Precious scampered over to the bedside and started growling. Rochelle's expression turned from concern to irritation as he stared down at the dog. Standing abruptly he walked over to the stateroom door and opened it.

"Run along now. Let's take a walk. You like walks, yes?"

Precious stood and walked over to the doorway, looking out to the hall and back up at Rochelle, giving him a snaggle-toothed glare.

Rochelle glanced at the bed and then back at the dog, booting it out the door with the tip of his Italian loafer and closing the door quickly.

"Ahhh. Much better."

He returned to Scotchy's side and took her limp hand in his, tapping it.

Nothing.

He slapped her cheeks, gently.

Nothing.

Ducking into the bathroom, he returned with a large glass of water and two asprins with a W etched in their surface. Dipping his fingertips into the glass of water and flicking it at her angelic face finally seemed to do the trick. She stirred and opened her blue eyes wide with shock.

Before she could utter a word, he handed her the glass of water and the asprin.

"Here, this should help, mon cheri."

He walked the glass back to the bathroom and decided he could use a few asprin as well. Popping three in his mouth, he swallowed hard and returned to minister to Miss Natchez.
 
Diana stateroom 6

Feeling Boris' mouth on her breasts drove her crazy, her moans turning into screams of pleasure. Riding his cock harder her pussy tightening around his thick hard cock, her orgasm coming close again. Boris' moans joining hers as she felt him swell deep inside her, moaning around her full breasts.

Breathlessly Boris asked, "Are you ready to cum"

Diana looked into his brown eyes and wordlessly said, "Yes, I want you to cum with me"

Milking his cock she felt his first sperts of cum shower her inside, sending her over the edge. Slowly they came down from there high and calapsed on the bed falling asleep.

Diana woke up a couple hours later Boris still sleeping, she dressed and slipped out the door, heading for her cabin and a shower. Opening her cabin and slipping inside she undressed and turned the water on, waiting for the water to warm up. Gracefully she stepped into the shower, as soon as she started to wash herself she felt her arousal her body still on fire.

Leaving herself to wait till later she slipped out of the shower toweling dry and picking out a short black skirt and a white blouse that dipped low showing most of her cleavage. Brushing out her waist long black hair and blow drying it and fixing her makeup, slipping into her 3 inch heals brought her height close to 6.0ft. She slipped out of her cabin and went to where the guesses and crew got there keys from the stewardess and grabbed a key for stateroom 6 to give back to Boris as he lost his.

Going about her duties making sure the bar was stocked. Her mind kept wondering to her aroused state and had a hard time focusing on her duties.
 
Kathy

"Oh Turk, your tongue." What he is doing to me. I still can't believe how his teeth took my panties off. Never mind that, his tongue, any girl, never mind any girl I want him. "Turk, don't stop." Magic yes his tongue is. Moaning his name "Turk" over and over again.
 

"What a triumph, ya Miss Wanna?"
Count von Zeppelin paced the wide empty observation deck of the '69', smoking an enormous cigar and clad in a burgandy silk dressing gown, his feet quite bare.
Mona kept pace with him, wearing only the white fox full legth fur coat that she'd just recieved from the Pesident of France. Miss Wong was asleep wrapped in an identical one in her stateroom.
Other than some interesing medical type noises from the infirmary and some intense moans and mewls from the staterooms, the great Pink Sausage was quiet, waiting for dawn to bring it freedom once again. Freedom to soar high above the channel where groundbreaking scientific research would be performed.

"It's cold Boss...can we go in?"
Zepp stopped, turned and winked at the succulant Miss Wanna.

"Ich vill makenzee fehr HOT!...right now baby!"
The Count, belying his years caught the fleeing secretary and had her one more time in the shadow of the eiffle tower as the sun broke the horizon.


OOC...Lift off at noon folks!...all aboard!
 
That was Interesting...

And as her body grew limp within muscular arms, he could not help but allow for a dumbfounded expression to wash over the contours of his face. It was true that weak-knees and a warmth between thighs was often the symptoms of his kiss, but never before had he evoked such a dominant reaction within the anatomy of another female. Flattering, no?

A light amount of amusent was evident upon now soothed visage as he deposited her upon the bed with unrivaled gentleness. The annoying yipping of her pet invoking an angered expression to come across his otherwise handsome countenance before he moved towards the door. A simple twist of the handling allowing the barrier to gape open as he ushered the animal out. A few words shared before moving back to the side of the bed and attempting to wake her again. Gentle caresses applied to her angelic visage as no results were established.

Another bemused grin expressed upon paled pair before he allowed for casual footsteps to lead him towards the bathroom. A glass of water soon filled as a few asprins were taken. A moments debate taken as he simply popped a few and washed them down with the glass of water. Moistened fingers dipping gently upon the girl's warm skin as the glass was quickly proffered, as well as the asprin.

"Here, this should help, mon cheri."

Lustful gaze lingering upon her fully exposed body as he put aside such decadent thoughts. Now was neither the time, nor the place. Even though that statement proved quite false as the time and place could not have been better if he had planned it himself.
 
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