The wind buffeted the Silverplate of the Superfortress at this altitude so hard it almost competed with the roar of the four row radial engines and the hum of the four massive propellers it helped generate.

“Yes… oh fuck, right there!” the Captain squealed as the gunslinger fucked her pussy as she lay across the controls of the cockpit.

Liam breathed into his cupped hands to warm them as he leaned lazily against the leather padded seat. He'd been up in the air before, just never this high. At 40,000 feet they were near untouchable, him and the ten-woman crew. Even if enemy aircraft could ascend to 40,000 they wouldn't be able to match this flying tank for speed. The pressurized cabin made for a little extra comfort but it didn't solve the heating problem up here. It was damn cold.

”That’s hot! Unnn… yea… grab my tits. Fuck!” She shouted as her dog tags clinked softly between her large, tan lined breasts. The windows of the craft were beginning to fog.

A knock on the bulkhead behind him. “It’s damn cold back here,” said a low, spunky voice from behind him. Great. Riley, he thought. He’d been hired as a gunner after winning a bet for displaying his uncanny marksmanship outside a bar. He was a gunslinger that needed work. They needed someone who could shoot and didn't get rattled easily. Twelve hours later he was onboard and airborn over the ocean on the way to gods-know-where… with Sergeant “I-never-shut-up” Riley.

“I… I’m cummiiinng!” Her thighs quivered as her sex spasmed around his rod, urging him closer to orgasm. Her juices ran down the shaft of his member and down his tight ballsack as he continued to rail into her, pushing her ass into the control stick.

“What it is, Sergeant?” he asked, not turning around and keeping his wide brimmed hat low. Technical Sergeant Riley. The Flying Fortress’s engineer. She had a mouth on her and didn't seem to mind that he didn't like her. The rest of the girls on this flight did. A lot. He wasn't one for chatter. That was possibly why he and the Captain got along so well. One of the reasons anyway.

”You gonna cum, hun?” She asked, grabbing him by his shirt collar and grinding up against his pubic bone as she took him deep. “Yea? Empty those balls all over these,” she said, holding up her perfect breasts as they bounced in front of him.

“What is it, Sergeant?” She said, lowering her voice, imitating his. She mocked him often, too. “You ever get tired of being so grouchy?” She drifted into his peripheral vision. She was short, just over 5’, and compact with an impressive little figure under her flight suit and leather bomber, (she constantly made puns about her “big guns”... that always irritated him.) and her short, red hair peaked out from under her leather cap.

“I don't ever get tired of being left alone,” he muttered back, continuing to scan the skies.

”Yes! Yes… mmm give me that cum!” She extended her long tongue tomwcome the thick ropes of his seed as he worked his rod with his hand. Spurts of his jizzum landed across her chin and neck and oozed down between her tan tits as she cooed and mewled at his feet. “You’re hired, gunslinger. You’re my new tail gunner-boy,” she said with a grin and a wink.

”All positions report in. Anything out there girls… and boy?” the Captain’s husky voice crackled over the radio. He smirked and tugged his radio. “All clear at the rear.” He radioed back. The other female gunners did the same and while they did, Sergeant Riley plopped right down on top of him, straddling him is his chair.

“What the-?”

She held a slender, grease-stained finger to his lips. “You like being quiet, so be quiet and listen,” she purred as she leaned in, her eyelids at half-mast and her mouth open. “We have five minutes until the next check-in...” She tossed his hat off and slowly undid her bomber’s zipper, revealing an impressive bust beneath a tight white tank top. Her dog tags spilled out and hit him in the face. The leather of her outfit creaked softly as she began to grind into his lap. “... and I'm going to do the one thing I haven't done in order to have some semblance of civility between us.” Her other hand, she placed on his member. “I'm going to give you an oil change in record time, hun…” She tugged at his seat’s harness. “... and you're going to stay strapped in right there and let me…”

Hello!

That's right. A mile high club roleplay… Dieselpunk-style!

Liam is on a flying super fortress with a crew of ten women. You can play as any one or all of them! Please consider the above prompt as an idea or, if you like it that much, a starting point. Is Liam in control? Do they just use him? What about “the enemy”, are they out there? Perhaps this routine mission turns deadly? Plenty of room for romance and adventure too! So have a read about me below and message me if interested!

Obligatory “more about me”:

20 M here looking for a solid, literate, and long term rp partner. You know, someone who doesn't ghost and enjoys character development.

I use pms here and am quite responsive, live on west coast of North America, (GMT-8/PST) and I usually adjust to my partner's needs/wants. I usually end up averaging 2-4paragraphs per post once things start to really get flowing.

Kinks: cum/cumplay/multiloads, big ass/boobs, BJs(!), long hair, dirty talk(!!), outfits/armour (!!!), cum on outfits/armour, powerful women, 2 paragraph responses (this is a kink, not a requirement but if you like longer responses… swoon)

Limits: under 18, scat, vore, gore, one line responses.

Writing samples via my past prompts. Message me if interested!

Addendum - possible cast of characters to help inspire you:

• Airplane Commander
• Pilot (or Co-Pilot)
• Navigator
• Bombardier
• Flight Engineer
• Radio Operator
• Radar Observer
• Central Fire Control (or CFC Gunner)
• Right Gunner
• Left Gunner
• Tail Gunner (Liam)