u/SmuttyNonsense

The Venus Package is one of the largest and most luxurious cruise ships in the world, and, depending on what you're packing in your pants, one of the most affordable. All the futa on board either paid a pretty penny to be on this ship, or are part of the staff. As for the females on board...well, a certain number of them did pay, admittedly, the select few who know exactly what getting on the Venus Package means. But most get on for a steal, or even nothing at all. Pretty employees of the Venus Package's parent company, Influencers asked to do promotion, and even beautiful women just finding out they've won a real cruise they barely remember applying for. No man has ever boarded the Venus Package.

Females get on cheap because they are the finest product the Venus Package has to offer its rich, generous futa clientele. There's something about the ship that lowers the inhibitions of those aboard, and so futa pay more than enough to run the ship in order to have weeks on a ship with no responsibilities and all the pussy they desire.

But we're not here to talk about the Bacchean orgy of the main deck. No, today we're here to talk about the upper most deck of the Venus Package, the most exclusive deck. This deck is home to two types of guests. Pretty young females, aged 18-20, confined here away from the alcohol for much of the cruise, and rich, single futa, 40 and older, on the look for a wife. And so, the youngsters enjoy the mocktails and the private pools and waterslides, the gyms and shops and theaters and arcades just for them, while their mothers and aunts get their brains fucked out down below, blissfully unaware that the friendly older women who're curiously also on this deck have plans for them.

So come one, come all, and come teach this barely legal spitfire why the best dick is the one attached to a woman old enough to be my mother and why I shouldn't go to college, I should marry you and be your trophy wife.

It had been a month since Dad had died. You were...everything was normal at the funeral, and for the first couple of weeks after. I'd elected to stay with you for the time being, get the house in order, help you through what I'd assumed would be a difficult time.

But...I feel like I've caught you...staring? I don't know what you'd be staring at, precisely, but every so often I feel like a mouse in front of a cat, you staring at my lips as I talk or I feel eyes on my ass. You run a hand through my hair and tell me how pretty it is. Once I bumped into you when I was coming out of the shower with a thick towel around my waist and it should have been a harmless encounter but you stared at my chest and that night I heard you wine drunk and gushing about 'his tits!' to a girlfriend on the phone.

What I don't know is that you married my dad for precisely three reasons: his money, his poor health, and access to me. And now you have most of the first, the second has paid off, and it's time to turn me into your pretty little wife.

It had been a month since Dad had died. You were...everything was normal at the funeral, and for the first couple of weeks after. I'd elected to stay with you for the time being, get the house in order, help you through what I'd assumed would be a difficult time.

But...I feel like I've caught you...staring? I don't know what you'd be staring at, precisely, but every so often I feel like a mouse in front of a cat, you staring at my lips as I talk or I feel eyes on my ass. You run a hand through my hair and tell me how pretty it is. Once I bumped into you when I was coming out of the shower with a thick towel around my waist and it should have been a harmless encounter but you stared at my chest and that night I heard you wine drunk and gushing about 'his tits!' to a girlfriend on the phone.

What I don't know is that you married my dad for precisely three reasons: his money, his poor health, and access to me. And now you have most of the first, the second has paid off, and it's time to turn me into your pretty little wife.