It was still so strange that Dad and Alan had seen me naked, screwing other chicks. Stranger yet to have Alan screw me.

But the mission had come to an end and Dick and I headed home while Dad and Alan straightened up the loose ends on the island. It was time for everything to go back to normal but could it ever be normal again. Part of me wanted it to be so and yet a greater part of me missed the fun. Luckily Dick was still helping me out with my addictions even if I still always craved more.

When Dad and Alan got back from the island, Dad called us to his office. He had decided to implement a new Morale Department. It seems that with the crews being on the boats for months at time, that they suffered in their moral. Other than ship romances, which were frowned upon, the crew had no male female relationships to help boost their emotions. Not only did this effect their work performance but it also kept us from getting the best scientist. Not many were willing to sacrifice the creature comforts of home for several months aboard a ship.

The Morale Department's mission was to keep everyone's spirits high. Dad had Dick head it up with me as his assistant. My part of the mission was to come up with activities to motivate and help the crews from getting depressed. Over ninety percent of our crews were men, I had to focus on activities that helped the men. I only had vague ideas of what men would like so Dick helped out.

We started implementation of the department on a cruise that included Dick, thirty men.

Dick convinced me that some dance nights would help. Since I was the only woman on board, he suggested I could dance up on stage and the men could watch. They started with a song with a heavy beat. The men seemed more content with just watching me dance in my short skirt and button-up silk blouse.

It was hot dancing up there and I thought the men might appreciate a little better view of my cleavage so I unbuttoned my blouse down to mid breast level. Then, while not missing a beat, I untucked my shirt tails. Leaving the two middle buttons fastened, I tied my blouse up under my boobs. The men really liked seeing my midriff. Several of them where cheering as I took on a sultry dance pose, swinging my hips to the beat of the music.

The men loved watching me and this turned me on. As the second song started, all I could think of was the strip joint. I found my self jiggling my but at the men near the edge of the stage and leaning over to tease them with my hand on my head and my boobs in their face. Midway through the song, I surprised myself by unbuttoning the last two buttons and flashing the crowd. At first I was quite embarrassed. After all these were the men I worked with. Then I remembered my mission, to encourage these men. The hoots and hollers coming from them sounded very encouraging as I spun my shirt over my head. I was still in my bra, well my shelf bra. There really was not much hidden. With one last twirl I flung my shirt into the audience. I could feel myself juice up as my hand reached for my skirt. By the end of the first song, I only had on my garter and fuck me boots. I could do this for the good of the departments mission and the good of the agency.

They and they were so appreciative of my performance that we made this into a weekly event. I learned to slow down the strip routine and I performed several times on the dance nights. I enjoyed their attention and would have several orgasms a night dancing for them. They loved watching me loose it on stage. Shit, it makes me hot just thinking of all those men watching me.

Of course, when Dick explained to me that the men were probably suffering 'blue balls' after several nights of this. I felt bad for them. The solution I came up with was giving them each a blowjob one night a week. This was quite a task, even if a tasty one. After the first two nights of this, Dick suggested we work out a schedule. It was decided that I would spend quality time with ten men a night. Since it would not be every night, the quality time would not be limited to just a blowjob but I would allow them use of any of my holes. These were some fucking good times. Some of the men were shy at first, but after seeing how much pleasure I got from these times, they started to relax and really enjoy it. It was all for the good of mission and the agency. It was helped me with my addictions.

The only problem was that I usually only got a few hour a night rest. To solve my lack of sleep problem, I allowed some of the men to request their quota during the daylight hours. I also encourage them to get a group together and have a party of it. This went over with mixed results. Some of them were embarrassed to show themselves in front of other men. That was OK, I serviced these men by themselves. Some had no problem sharing me. This was wonderful since it allowed me to have two or three holes fill simultaneously.

Another solution to my lack of sleep problem was to allow me more sleep during the day. Dick suggested since I was still on duty, that I could sleep in the dinning area during the day. In order to fulfill my mission of encouraging the crew, I could sleep in sexy lingerie while on duty. As a matter of fact, my new wardrobe during the day was a push-up bra with no front, bikini bottoms, and sometimes hose, garter and always a pair of high heels, whether boots or shoes. Having to wear lingerie all the time, Dick had the men order me some outfits online for me to wear around. After a few mail deliveries, I found I had to pack up some of my normal clothes and pack them in the hold in order to make room for all new outfits. Some of the outfits were quite creative. Again the morale of the crew was greatly increased. 'For the good of the company,' I kept reminding myself.

Several of the men in the Engineering Department fixed up a daytime bead for me. Knowing I didn't want to cover anything up, they made the sleeping cubicle out of a box out of glass. Similar to a glass cage you might see an exotic dancer in. It hung from the ceiling so that the men sitting at the table underneath it would get a good view. Dick screwed some of my toys onto the wall incase I woke up with a need for release. Strangely, after he installed them, I seemed to awake every hour or so with a need for a little release.

For movie night, Dick had gotten the tapes of my dance performance on the island. I couldn’t believe he would show that, I was so red. Yet the men seemed to like it so much that the next dance night, they showed up with dildos out of various objects like mop handles, cooking utensils, etc and asked if I would dance for them. Seeing how happy this made them, I agreed but I told them they didn't have to tip me since this was my job.

The next movie night, Dick showed me being screwed by the ten men while tied up in the nautilus contraption. How did he even get these tapes, the only cameras I knew about were the spy cameras. I ran back to shut the projector off but Dick stopped me and pointed to the men.

They loved watching it. Soon my anger subsided. Confronting Dick on how he got the tapes, he explained that he had gotten them from the Druid temple. Strange, I don't remember them ever admitting they were the ones watching us that week.

One incident that came from the movie was a disagreement between Alan, who had flown his helicopter out to the boat, and Redi, one of the executives of the agency and close friends of Dad and Alan. Alan insisted I had drunk at least twenty ounces of cum in one shot when the thugs had poured it down my throat. Redi didn't think I could have drank nearly that much. Big mouth me told him it had to have been more like thirty ounces.

"Thirty ounces at one time, even I have a hard time believing that," Alan stated. "We are just going to have to test you."

"Sure," I thought looking for a measuring cup to fill a mug with water.

"Oh no," Redi said. "Cum has to be heavier that water."

"True," Alan agreed. Bending me over the table, he pulled down my thong and fucked me silly. Redi stood there holding a cup to catch the cum leaking out of me.

"This is going to take more than the two of us," Redi conceded looking at the small quantity in the cup.

"I'll get some help while you donate to the cause." Alan told him. I just laid bent over the table while Redi screwed me from behind.

There was no lack of volunteers. At first the men withdrew just before spewing, filling the bowl. But soon, the purpose became less clear as the just let it drip out of me. One or two of the men screwed my ass giving my cunt a little break. I know I was cumming every few minutes as cocks continually pumped in and out of me. It was about four in the morning when the last of the crew was finished.

"Do you mind if I take another shot since I will have to leave tomorrow after lunch," Alan asked me as the last man headed out.

"Mmmm... no... I... guess... not..." I mumbled.

"I think I'll try this hole this time," he continued fuck my ass while fingering my pussy. Damn, your one hot slut Summore."

I tired smiling in appreciation of his compliment.

It was a little late for the drinking part, so Allan and Redi stored it in the fridge. Lunch the next day, after a few hours nap, that I would be given the chance to prove myself. Between the men's and my cum, they had actually gathered enough cum for a twenty ounce and a thirty ounce shot.

At the beginning of lunch they brought out the twenty ouncer. They had heated it up to be at body temperature for me. I hobbled up front while Alan got on a step ladder to pour it down my throat. Everyone else not on duty gathered around and watched. Redi filmed it so those on duty could watch later. Nodding, Alan started pouring it in. I had to concentrate but I managed to drink the full twenty ounces down. Shit, that was good and filling.

At the end of lunch, I tried the thirty ouncer. As Alan poured it in, I knew I wasn’t going to make it. I didn't even get through half of it, still full from the previous chugging before I had to let it spill out of my mouth down the front. 'For the good of the company,' I repeated to myself.

“We’ll have to try that again when you haven’t already chugged twenty ounces,” Alan consoles me.

After a month on the sea, Dick talked of how I was going to need help fulfilling all the requirements of this new job. He sent for a few of the priestess from the island. This helped make the load more manageable and more fun.

With the addition of the priestess, we started introducing contest like cum chugging and the longest shot. The later being a game only certain girls could compete. Some of the women could actually squirt cum from their pussies when the reached it. Not me, I was more of a gusher than a squirter. The men had them competing in how far each of them could shoot.

Meanwhile, Dick went from boat to boat explaining the situation to the female employees. He believed they would transfer to the new Moral Departement for the good of the company. I was skeptical cut Dick was a good talker. After getting them to let him comb their hair, they one by one agreed to transfer. Dad even threw in the prospect of cosmetic surgery like breast implants for female employees who participated.

The ladies of the Morale Department were all checked once a week by a doctor and were encouraged to keep our bodies fit. While fucking is a good exercise, the doctors put us on strict aerobic exercise routines and diets. My favorite new exercise is pussy lifts. It involves squeezing a small dildo with string attached to it. At the bottom of the string is a weight. The length of the string is such that by squeezing my pussy muscles, I can pick it off the floor. I see how much weight I can lift off and how long I can keep it up. While it is not any great amount of weight, each day I try to surpass the weight and time amounts from the day before, for the good of the Agency.

Soon there was at least one girl for every ten men. This made a 5 fuck a night routine easy. I sometimes miss having all the men to myself but it introduces more fun to the game nights. We added mud and jello wresting to our contests as well as the chugging, cum shooting and pussy lifting. Twice a year we have sex Olympics where we can compete.

Another benefit of more women was a internal film company we came up with. When on extended boat duty, we would create adventure fiction movies. We already had much of the equipment due to our need to record oceanic events. At the end of the year, we have a film competition. The winners were each given an extra week of vacation for the year. My first film, "Boob Woman, On The High Seas", won.

Life has sure changed. I can't imagine living the dull life I had. On the weeks we are on shore leave, I have to use my toys at several times a day to keep my sanity. I sometimes go to the office looking for someone who needs a 'morale' lift.

Dad never screwed me but it was just as well. It would have been really strange. He does seem to enjoy the head priestess and his stamina was amazing. It helps me realize where Dick gets it from.