My name is Maren, I am 22 years old and single. I just came out of the ARGE meeting room, the old bitch couldn’t find me a job again. She might be a bit pissed off now because I slammed the door behind me. Everyone in the hallway turned around to look at me as I cursed as I walked towards the exit. An older man with grey hair and a side parting quickly got up from the waiting bench and hurried after me. “Excuse me, miss, I might have something for you.” He pressed a business card into my hand: “This is an office in the old town by the harbor, go there tomorrow and listen to what they have to offer you.” He turned around and went back to his place on the waiting bench, leaving me standing in the hallway with the card.
An address was stamped on the black card, with Shanghai Seven written above it in cursive script. At home I was still very annoyed about my current situation with no income; the bills were piling up pretty high. I couldn’t get my business card out of my head either. The next day I threw on my tight imitation leather trousers, half matte and half shiny black, and my casually flowing white blouse. I skilfully pinned up my shoulder-length brown hair, finally my new pumps, and off I went to the old town. A little way off in a side street, a small building, no doorbell, mailbox or company logo to be seen on the facade. I knocked on the glass pane of the entrance door and the door was timidly opened. The older man from the job center opened the door for me: “Ah, the spirited girl from yesterday, come in please.”
He looked at me briefly with a smile before offering me the seat opposite the desk. “You are pretty and it seems you can make a lot of money quickly, so I am giving you the one-off chance to do it. I don’t want to beat around the bush, it’s about sex, maybe a lot of sex. But you can earn €25,000 in a week. I don’t want to say anything more about it today, if you agree, you can board a swinger cruise ship the day after tomorrow. He gave me another business card, a gold one this time. “Think about it carefully, if you agree, you can fly to Mallorca the day after tomorrow and board. Thank you for visiting, goodbye.” When I got home I was very confused, I didn’t know exactly what to expect, I had also had relatively little sex up to now and the last time was six months ago.
On the other hand, the money was very tempting, so I agreed over the phone and packed my suitcase. Two days later, a taxi picked me up for the airport. The driver didn’t say a word to me on the way and when we got to our destination, he handed me a plane ticket. When I arrived in Mallorca, an older taxi driver met me at the airport exit and drove me to the harbor. There she was, a large, black, two-story ship about 50 meters long – the Shanghai Seven. I walked up the narrow gangway to board the ship and a sailor opened the office door for me without saying a word. “Hello, you must be Maren, the new girl,” a good-looking man in his mid-thirties in uniform called out to me from the cabin. Please sit down, darling. I’m Mario and I’ll explain to you briefly what this is all about, my pretty one. We’re traveling with guests from the upper class who are paying a lot of money for this week.
There are mostly men, but also couples on board who want to relax and have fun during this time. The rules are also quite simple; there are none for guests. The hostesses are wordless on board, to be available at any time and in any place, that’s all. Well, if you agree with that, please nod and sign. I hesitated for a few seconds, then I took the pen and signed. With a mischievous smile, Mario came behind me and lifted my blouse up to my breasts: “You have beautiful breasts,” then his warm hand slid down to the waistband of my imitation leather pants. Reflexively, I pushed his hand away. He then quickly put his hand in front of my mouth: “from now on, as signed: wordless, always at any time.” With a little light pressure, his hand crept to my waistband, my tight leather pants clung tightly to my slim body and skin.
His hand stopped and he looked me in the eyes demandingly and determinedly. I took a deep breath and pulled in my stomach so that he could now effortlessly let his hand wander between my pants and stomach into my intimate area. He felt my body tremble; he must have even heard my pounding heart as he crawled his fingers under my panties. “At this point you should spread your legs, sweetie,” he whispered in my ear. That made me a little uncomfortable; I tentatively opened my thighs and bit my lips in anticipation. His hand felt my cleanly shaven little pussy so that he could gently but accurately push his middle finger through my labia into my slit. I closed my eyes and a lustful sigh escaped. Then he pulled his hand out of my lap again and held his hand in front of my face.
His fingers were a little sticky from my vaginal secretion, he rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger to check. “It’ll be fine,” he told me a little lazily and rang a little bell on his desk. A slim, small Asian woman came through the door, lightly dressed. “Here, this is Lynn, she will guide you through the ship and show you your cabin.” Lynn silently took my hand and led me out into the long corridors and opened the door to my cabin. She pointed to my bed, on which lay my uniform, two slim-cut red cloths with white ribbons at the ends. “To get you started, I’d like to speak to you briefly,” she said with a pronounced Asian accent, “go change right away, I’ll show you around the ship.”
Somewhat unsure, I undressed in front of her. My naked, well-shaped body gleamed through the porthole. She examined my breasts and my plump ass before handing me the towels. She tied one towel over my breasts with a light knot from behind, which just covered my nipples by a few centimeters. She tied the other around my waist, which only slightly concealed my shame. “Break every fifteen minutes after three hours of shift. Your shift ends at 4:30 a.m. Shower only twice a day, at 12:00 p.m. and 6:00 p.m., for 10 minutes each time, in the open shower in the hostess area. You are not allowed to wash off any marks on your body in between. For your ass, I recommend the plugs in the bedside table; stretch properly while you sleep. You will make your rounds through the corridors several times a day and visit all the guest areas.
If a guest touches you or gives you any sign, you go straight to them and spread your legs for them without being asked. You are not allowed to speak in the guest room, and cosmetics of any kind are also prohibited. Come, I will now lead you through the ship to the hostess area.” We walked barefoot up a small spiral staircase, and Lynn opened the door to the interior of the ship for me. A huge hall that was not at all visible from the outside; the walls were covered with fine, shiny wood, and small dimmed lights shone on the ceiling like a starry sky. The floor was covered with a wine-red carpet with gold appliqués. I could hardly close my mouth in amazement. I followed her through an open bar, past long counters made of heavy oak.
My astonished gaze focused on a coffee-colored beauty with incredibly long legs who was being taken hard from behind while standing. Her head was lying on the side of the counter, one hand firmly holding her neck. While she was panting loudly to his thrusts, she gave me a pained look; her stud didn’t give us a second’s attention. We meandered past the hustle and bustle towards the spa with whirlpools, Jacuzzi, and to the loungers. On one of the loungers, a blonde hostess was riding a guest without attracting much attention from the other guests. At this moment, I’m no longer so sure whether my decision to spend this week here was ultimately the right choice, the impressions I’m left with are so disturbing.
On a raised platform I could already see the hostess area, an open café with tables and chairs, to the left of which were the shower areas and loungers. Everything was kept very open, so that the guests had the opportunity to look at the beautiful ladies at all times. Shortly before we reached the area, I promptly received a sign from a lady who smiled and waved at me. Lynn smiled at me briefly and gave me a pat on the bottom. My heart literally jumped into my nonexistent pants, was my visit to the lady going to be my first fuck on the Shanghai Seven? When I got to her, I stood in front of her with my legs apart, she sipped with pleasure from the silver tube that was in the cocktail. She was around mid to late 60s, blonde, shorter hair styled back with a sidecut.
Her slim body was wrapped in a silky kimono, her face slightly wrinkled and discreetly made up, and fragrant perfume enveloped her surroundings. Her husband was lying on the lounger, noticeably older than her and wrapped in a bathrobe. He didn’t even look at me, just stared at his open magazine. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she suddenly reached under the short fabric with her hand to my breasts, the nipples of which immediately stood up hard. Then she pulled lightly on the side strap, the knot of which immediately came undone, my towel slowly slid over my hard breasts and fell to the floor. She did the same with the bottom part, which also slid to the floor without any problems. I immediately felt cool air on my exposed pussy, which was already noticeably wet with excitement. “You can lie down on the lounger here,” she murmured, still sipping her cocktail.
I did this, and I was terribly nervous and the bed almost tipped over. I lay down on my back on it. I placed my legs to the left and right of the bed, giving her a clear view of my shaved abdomen. Standing next to me, she opened the belt of her kimono and a cover made of colorful silk fell casually to the floor. Her flat breasts hung limply on her tanned body, a bit of belly and a fairly hairy pussy were now visible. She climbed over me with her face towards me and sat down with her pussy on my face. I could briefly see that her outer and inner labia were pierced with several rings, and I also felt them in my face. She began to rub her hairy pussy on my mouth with thrusting movements, and then pushed her clitoris over my nose.
I instinctively grabbed her ass cheeks and tried to get some air. She started moaning and kneading her tube tits. “Open your mouth, girl, and keep your eyes open,” she suddenly hissed at me. I opened my mouth wide and tasted her pussy, she rubbed her clit on my teeth, the rings pushed through my slimy face. While she was fucking my face, her husband had laid down next to us, took my arm and guided my hand to his slightly erect cock. I began to gently jerk him off, pushed his foreskin back and forth, and could see him puffing on a cigar with pleasure. His penis swelled and quickly became a considerable erection. After he blew his cigar smoke in our direction, he turned to his panting wife and said: “Time to break in the new one, what do you think?”.
He climbed over me behind his nodding wife, grabbed both of my spread legs and put them over his shoulders. He hit his wet glans against my slit several times and his hard-on slid dryly between my wet labia. I was overcome by a pleasant feeling, but I couldn’t close my eyes to enjoy it. Then he penetrated me with short thrusts, first a little, then very deeply. I felt his member push into my tight flesh, its volume making room in my tight slit. I arched and moaned with pleasure into her wet cunt. Then he started to fuck me, sensitively, but also at times determinedly hard and very deeply. I reciprocated my lust by wildly fucking her pussy with my tongue, which she rubbed on my mouth. She gasped with pleasure and pressed her lower body even harder against my battered face.
In her ecstasy, I slurped and sucked on her clitoris until she stopped and screamed as she gave in to her orgasm. This situation spurred her old man on even more to push me even harder and more firmly into my tight pussy, until he surrendered to his lust and shot a first load of warm cum inside me. Then he quickly pulled his pulsating cock out of me and, moaning loudly, jerked off a second large load onto my twitching naked pussy. When they had both let go of me, I was allowed to stand up and cover myself again. I walked towards the hostess area and noticed, ashamed, how the liquid cum was running down the insides of my legs. My face was smeared with secretion mucus and my gait was visibly unsteady. When a muscular man in his late thirties spoke to me: “Stay here, slut!”
I stood in front of him and spread my legs. He pushed my upper body down and I supported myself with my hands on a pillar. He took off my lower cloth and pushed two fingers into my still very wet and sticky pussy. Then he penetrated me deeply with his cock. I gasped out a loud moan. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. It hurt a lot, but I wasn’t allowed to shout at him. Then he fucked me from behind in my battered pussy flesh, my breasts swayed and hung in time. The scenario did not seem to have gone unnoticed. Another guest seemed to be filling my mouth. So I opened my mouth very wide and the new guest did not miss the invitation. He pushed his hard-on deep into my warm, moist throat and held my head firmly with both hands.
Then he fucked me deep and hard in my mouth. My gagging and gasping excited them both even more and for the first time I felt humiliated and dirty. But there wasn’t much time to think about it, the face fucker pulled him out of my throat and squirted his cream into my mouth, face and hair, yelling. While I was allowed to lick his cock clean afterwards, the fucker pumped his sperm into me again and left without a word. After I had stood up and tied my bottoms around me, I staggered, fucked out, towards the hostess area. Unfortunately it wasn’t time for my shower yet and so I had to stop off at the café. My colleagues saw me from afar and quickly laid a towel on a chair, as sauce was still dripping from my burning cunt.
I sat down and drank a Coke to wash down the remaining sperm in my mouth. What I didn’t know until now was that all novices, i.e. newbies, get a red outfit. This makes them easier to recognize among the guests and they are used particularly often. It must have been the second to last day on board and so far I have had sex very often in all possible positions and variations. My lower abdomen also hurts now. But the guests are not interested in this and do not want to know. On the way across the deck this morning I was called over by a dark-skinned man in his mid-thirties. He was about 6’5″ and very muscular. He was sitting on a chair and his dark-skinned buddy was sitting next to him. I stood in front of the group and politely spread my legs.
My hole was still filled with cream from the previous fuck, my pussy was slimy and soaked. “Come on Tony, take it,” one of them said to my guest, laughing. For the first time, I felt like a cheap whore and my face reflected a mixture of anger and disappointment. Tony took off his pants and shirt and sat down on his silver metal chair again, his impressively large cock already half-stiff. He led me over him and I was practically squatting over his cock, which he was still wanking a little. A hand from behind lifted my lower abdomen up and stroked my labia, deliberately exploring my hard pleasure pearl with gentle circles with his finger. I let myself be carried away by my horniness and pulled him to me, kissed and sucked deeply on his neck, submissive and demanding a fuck, I offered him my circling, willing pelvis.
Horny, he slowly pushed his middle finger into me. I whimpered in his ear: “fuck me, please fuck me…please”. Then he pulled his wet middle finger out of me and circled it between his thumb. I saw how slimy his fingers were from my secretions, mixed with the sperm of the previous guests that had discharged into my body. When he opened his fingers, they pulled long sticky threads, which he solemnly and proudly presented to those around him. “She’s ready, Tony, and how!” he told him with a grin. Once again he pushed his flat hand along my stomach and several times through my slightly open, wet, twitching pussy before he wet my rosebud with my pussy slime. Another hand sucked on the ribbons at the top and bottom and loosened my clothing until it fell to the floor, grabbed my naked, erect breasts from behind and massaged my nipples, which were sticking out stiffly.
I felt a finger painfully digging its way through my tight rosette into my asshole. Then one of them encouraged me: “Come on, slut, fuck my finger.” I obediently began to move my pelvis up and down and fuck his finger with my ass. Painfully gently, he alternated between two fingers, which laboriously dig into my asshole. I was “so ready,” my body vibrated and I was barely aware of my surroundings. Tony put his hard, waxed cock against my rosette and pushed the thick tip of his cock through my tight ass muscle. I sighed and clung to his shoulders. Then he pushed it deeper and deeper into my intestines with small fucking movements, I felt like I was stuffed. He grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks wide apart and penetrated me deeply with his cock.
He pulled me to him and gave me a kiss on the mouth, I returned it with my soft lips and our tongues circled violently. I began to ride him horny, the initial pain seemed to have turned me on and I moaned loudly in his ear. He began to sink his cock even deeper into my abdomen, while my anal sphincter pressed tightly around his cock. With a circling pelvis I stimulated his cock, which was stuck inside me up to the shaft, Tony gasped heavily and I too was bubbling, a sensual wave was building up. All the guests around us watched as we fucked each other passionately, saw my suffering but also lustful face, my panting sighs that harmonised with his moans. His desire for my body, as he repeatedly pulled me demandingly onto his lap and enjoyed me with long strokes.
Full of ecstasy, I rubbed my clitoris with my finger as one orgasm after another overcame me and robbed me of my senses. My circling ride was now taking its toll and he unloaded into me with a violent scream. His pumping, twitching thrusts shot warmly into my ass, his hands dug into my hips. Exhausted, our sweaty bodies collapsed into each other to thunderous applause from the guests present. Lynn, the small Asian woman who had shown me around the ship at the beginning, handed me a yellow envelope. Inside was a personal message to report to Mario, the officer, immediately. Even as I was putting my clothes back on, a large amount of sperm ran out of my pussy and my battered ass. Small rivulets ran down my legs to over my ankles as I knocked on the officer’s cabin to ask for entry.
Mario opened the door and I spread my still wobbly legs in front of him, as I had learned. He lifted the fabric from my abdomen and stroked my swollen labia, which were still very wet and sticky from the ass fuck. Again he tested the consistency with his finger and thumb: sticky, viscous pussy and ass secretion. “I told you, it would be okay, the horniness of our hostesses is always the same at the end of the trip,” he said with a grin. “Come in, Maren,” his voice sounded assertive but friendly, “we have something to discuss.” I entered the cabin and sat down on a white plastic chair. “We’re landing in Mallorca again tomorrow, you’ve honestly earned your salary this week. I have your promised €25,000 in this envelope.
These are yours, unless you accept another offer: On the upper deck there is a somewhat smaller but elite, secluded guest area. Only a few guests and even fewer hostesses have access to this. The tasks are special and more challenging than the last week here on the first floor. We would double your fee to an additional €50,000 if you stay on board and move to the upper “secret floor”. You have to decide immediately, now.” Hmm,… should I or shouldn’t I????
