All aboard, come in abroad!

15 year old Riley gets a job on a new ship as a cum dump.

Chapter 1- Filth at sea

The IWS Bellweather was a marvel of modern engineering. It was a vast island of a sea ship roughly the size of Manhattan that housed just over 80,000 people but had the capacity for twice that amount.

As its initials "IWS" suggested, the Bellweather sailed only in international waters and was the combined property of the many different Pacific Rim nations that chipped in to help build and man it.

Its purpose was to sail within the Great Pacific Garbage Patch and slowly recycle the trillions of tons of pollution micro-plastics that gathered within the Pacific current gyro between California and Hawaii.

The Bellweather had pretty much everything that a modern city would have...
Housing, utilities, restaurants, stores, emergency services and entertainment.

It took a large amount of seasoned sailors to manage the vessel itself, but the vast majority of its inhabitants were those who worked in the recycling plants. Due to the two main types of work aboard the Bellweather, 98% of all on board were young men.

Aside from the few female sailors and female recycling workers, almost every other female on board worked as "Morale Technicians". An innovative concept that was the result of issues with 80,000 young men on board a vessel for 12 months at a time with nothing else to do besides work, eat and sleep.

The concept was quite simple. Booths were set up around the housing sectors and inside would be a young female Morale Technician. She would undress completely and lay down on a platform that was about waist high and protruded outward from the booth. Her legs would go upwards, spread wide open and lock into these stirrups. The only part of the Morale Technician that would be visible would be from her waist down.

Once she was ready, she would flip one of two switches and the lighting on the booth would flicker on, meaning that she was open for business. Anyone could simply walk up to the booth, lower their pants and fuck her.

The HR team noted that the overall morale of the ship skyrocketed once they implemented these booths. They were absolutely free to the consumers, as the ladies were paid a salary by the company who ran the ship.

Chapter 2 - Riley Red Light

As mentioned, there were two switches that the technician would choose from to light up their booth.

The first switch would light up the booth with a cool blue color which meant that this was a condom only booth. A dispenser was located on the front which held condoms made from some of the recycled microplastics.

The other switch turned the booth red, which meant that it was condom optional (at your own risk). These technicians made 10 times more than the condom only technicians.

And that is where our story picks up with Riley. She was 15, the legal age to do this kind of work in international waters, and it was her first day of work on the Bellweather. An older tech was helping her strap in to her booth and prepare for the 6 hour shift that awaited her.

Once everything was set, the older tech wished her luck and was about to close up the booth when Riley asked, "Which switch should I flip?"

The veteran Morale Tech looked down at her and replied, "Honey, im not allowed to tell you how to run your booth. Its completely up to you. Ive done shifts on the red light before and they are rough. Yes, the money is nice, but the men who choose the red booths over the blue booths are not as nice. Plus you have to go get a penicillin shot at the end of the shift." And with that final thought, she departed, leaving Riley alone and strapped in.

She looked over on the wall next to her and eyeballed both the switches... Riley had slept with a couple guys before signing up to work on the Bellweather, but she didnt yet know how many consumers would visit her booth per shift. She would make the same amount no matter how many men fucked her. The only thing that changed her salary was which switch she used to light up her booth.

She glanced up at the clock and saw it was one minute to midnight. She had to make a decision soon. Regular salary or ten times regular salary....

"Red only means condom optional", she thought to herself. "Most guys would probably choose to wear one anyways"...

The clock chimed midnight and without another thought, Riley flipped the red switch and settled in.

It only took about 30 seconds before she heard footsteps approaching and the tinkling sound of a belt buckle being undone. She waited to hear the sound of the condom dispenser being used, but the sound never came. Instead she heard and felt someone spit on her pussy and then she took in a sharp breath of air as a bare cock was shoved into her.

She grabbed on to the hand rails above her and held on as the stranger slammed into her pussy hard, over and over again.

"Fuck, I love red light booths yeah!", said the stranger.

For a whole minute the stranger slammed his cock into her as hard as he possibly could before Riley heard the man let out a long sigh of relief. At the same time, she also felt the pulsing tip of his dick as it blasted his hot semen into her pussy.

A moment later the man pulled out and as she heard his footsteps walking away, she heard new footsteps approaching. Once again the condom dispenser remained untouched before the new man stuck his cock inside her.

This man was slightly more gentle. "Ahh Ii soko!", he said softly as he swirled his dick around and around in her sticky pussy.

She felt him tense up and again she felt another stranger cum inside her.

After the man left, Riley caught about a 3 minute break. She could feel the cum running down her ass and pooling below her. But soon the next man approached.

To her great suprise, the next man began eating out her cum filled pussy. It actually felt nice with his tongue slipping in and out of her and flicking her clit. The tongue lashing intensified until she finally came hard. She wanted to thank the man but it was against the rules to speak to consumers while in the booth.

Her pleasure however soon turned to pain when the man suddenly bit her hard on the inside of her thigh, right next to her pussy. Riley shrieked in pain and her whole body tensed up right before the man crammed his dick inside her and started pounding.

"Yeah bitch you liked that didnt ya?!", the deep voiced man said. "Fucking red light sluts always love getting clamped on right before gettin dicked!"

The man's dick was huge and due to being bitten and her body tensing up, her pussy had tightened up alot and the big dick hurt alot.

Tears streamed down her face as the man abused her.

Right as he came in her, Riley looked up at the clock and a knot formed in her stomach. She had only been on shift for 25 minutes. She still basically had 5 and a half hours left.

Minutes crept by like days and hours crept by like decades.

About half way through her shift, Riley lost count of how many consumers visited her booth. Her last count was 48, and not a single one of them used a condom or pulled out. She had also accumulated numerous bites, hickeys and bruises all up and down her legs. And even after dozens of men and came inside her pussy, there were still guys who would eat her out. Actually, from what she could tell, there were many guys who specifically waited till she had been filled up by a bunch of cocks before they finally came over and ate her out and fucked her. And there were several guys who showed up multiple times during the 6 hours shift.

At long last 6am rolled around and Riley flicked the light in her booth off. Her legs were stiff as she dismounted the platform. Cum rolled quickly down her legs and went inbetween her toes as she walked away, leaving cum footprints behind her.

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