Captain Wyndham was fuming. In the charabanc on the way back to the airfield Monsieur Saunier was all over her. Lady Sally was animated, tipsy from the bottles of champagne she'd quaffed to celebrate her prize. They were chatting and giggling in French, which she could speak fluently. Saunier's hands were everywhere, stroking her bare shoulders, up her thighs, under her ball gown, openly fingering her crotch. He kissed her on her lips and on her exposed breasts; in full view of the passengers, wantonly ignoring their presence.
On returning to the airship, Lady Sally dismissed them and led Monsieur Saunier to her bedroom...
to her bedroom
. The captain was shocked. He didn't know how to take it.
The teak door with its brass handle was closed shut behind them, shutting the captain, the four submissive gentlemen and the lesbian dwarf out. The other men looked as forlorn as Wyndham felt. It was their final night. The next day would be their last as they were setting off for England first thing in the morning. Perhaps they were hoping for an especially debauched treat for the final night.
Victoria appeared. She emerged from her mistress's changing room, separated from her bedroom by a partition door, where she'd been packing. Hearing Lady Sally and Monsieur Saunier arrive and the exuberant mood they were both in, she thought it politic to leave them to it.
They stood outside Lady Sally's door. The sounds of drunken giggles soon giving way to murmured endearments.
Frau Kina Linguzh knelt on the ground and peeked through the keyhole. It was an exceedingly large keyhole, providing the viewer with a panoramic view of the mistress's bedroom, and of Monsieur Saunier's seduction of Lady Sally.
"He's unbuttoning the mistress's dress," she whispered, peering through the hole.
Victoria was indignant. "You can't do that! You can't spy on madam."
The dwarf looked up, "But she wants us to. She gave her permission. She drew me to one side earlier and said she wanted to treat you to a bit of voyeurism. She wants you to spy on her."
The men's faces lit up. So, there was going to be a treat for them on the final night... an opportunity to watch Lady Sally in bed, being fucked by the Frenchman.
Victoria looked crestfallen, "Well if that's what madam wants..."
The dwarf peeked through the keyhole again, "It's a fantastic view. He's unbuttoning her gown, I think he's going to pull it off. Come on, take a look."
She turned away for the banker to kneel and take a look, continuing the whispered commentary, "Oo, he's pulled the dress off her back now. I can see her back and bare arse. Oh, mistress has such a beautiful bum."
"Let me look!" demanded the duke.
"And me..." said the bishop.
"Don't forget me..." said the judge, as they huddled around the keyhole waiting their turn.
They took it in turns to peek through the keyhole, each one sharing a whispered exposition of every move they saw in the bedroom.
He's dropping his trousers now. He's already hard. Oh, look at that, he's got a huge cock. Bigger than mine? I reckon so, come and take a peep. You think she'll let him fuck her? She's pulling his shirt off now. She's running her hands across his chest. She's touching his cock. See that look of lust. He wants her. Yeah, he really wants his cock inside her. He's pulling her face towards his. They're kissing now. Oh god, they've collapsed onto the bed. His hands are all over her. He's put a finger up her slit! She's moaning with pleasure. Yes, we can hear her. She's lying on the bed... she's spreading her legs for him.
"Enter me, Monsieur. I want you inside me. Fuck me!"
He's kneeling over her. I can only see her legs and back though. Oh, she's moved her head to one side, I can see her face now. He's got his fingers up her slit. She's ready for it. He's putting his cock in her cunt. Let me look! Yeah move over, stop hogging the keyhole! She's pushed his prick in her slit now. Can you hear her moan? Yes, yes.
"Oh, it's so good to feel you inside me, monsieur."
He's fucking her. He's really pumping it inside her now. Look at her face, it's contorted with pleasure. Yeah, she's enjoying that. She obviously wanted a good fucking. Oh, it's so sexy watching mistress get fucked. Have you got a hard-on. Yeah, of course I have... haven't you? Yes, my cock's like iron. Let me have a look now. Do you think she'd mind if we wanked? I'm going to have to. This is turning me on... I've got to get some relief. He's pulling out of her now. They're changing positions. Mistress is mounting him now.
The mumbled commentary continued as the four men got more and more excited. They looked on as Lady Sally and Monsieur Saunier changed positions several times, his cock thrusting into her from different angles whilst the men pulled on their erect cocks to give themselves pleasure.
"Captain, aren't you going to take a peep?" asked the dwarf. "Lady Sally won't mind. She was insistent she wanted to be spied on. I think the idea of it turned her on."
"No," he replied
The last thing he wanted was to watch Lady Sally getting fucked by the arrogant Monsieur Saunier. He'd heard too much of the noises of lovemaking, the groans and moans, the heavy breathing and panting, the squeals and shrieks. He'd had enough. He turned away and headed for the cockpit. He took solace in the company of Clarissa.
He was fiddling around, checking readings and adjusting dials on the automaton's control panel in preparation for a launch later that morning, it being way past midnight now.
It was impossible to escape the sounds of the raucous sex though. They reverberated through the gondola as far as the control cabin.
"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me, monsieur! Fuck me!"
The captain was distracted by the sound of somebody moving behind him. He looked up. It was Victoria.
"You're not peeking through the keyhole either, then?"
"No, I'm not bothered. I've left the others to it. They seem to be having fun. Madam was amused at the dwarf's stories about spying on people having sex in hotel rooms," she offered by way of explanation of her mistress's choice.
"Oh! Yes. Yes. Yes. Give it to me
mon amour
!"
"Why Saunier? I can't believe it. I can't believe she's taken in by his smarmy, superficial charm. He's been wheedling up to her since the moment she stepped off the airship. When I think about it they've been all over one another throughout the evening. I saw him groping her backside when they were dancing..."
"Oh, oh, yes! I'm nearly there. Ram your cock up my cunt. Fuck me harder!"
"... and she's been taken in by him. All surface show. I don't understand. Why does she let him use her like that? Why doesn't she dominate him like she does every other man? I mean, I can accept what she does with her submissive gentlemen. I know what she's like. But to jump into bed with that odious Frenchman. I can't help it, and I certainly don't want to watch them going at it."
