The Star of Maya, One of the largest, most luxurious and expensive cruise ships ever built. Over 200,000 tons, it is 1,500 feet long, 200 feet wide with 20 passenger decks holding 4,000 guests double-occupancy. It towers 210 feet tall, about twice the height of the Statue of Liberty. Owned by Maya holdings, the chairman and major shareholder is Lord Henry Templeforth.

My name is Min Jung and I had used my ample charms on his son Sir Tarquin to get on board the maiden voyage. However the cheapskate had only got me a second-class cabin. Nevertheless the pickings should be good. It was time for some fun.

I am a member of the ‘Mature Women’s Boy Humiliation Club’ or ‘Humiliation Club’ for short. We are a group of like-minded women who are fed up with the media telling us that we are over the hill once we reach 40. We’ve decided that the best way to change things is to show young men that we are more than a match for them.

I was intending to go to the Upper Decks where all the rich boys were, their money ripe for the taking. My plans went awry when I found heavily armed guards on all the elevators and staircases. Flaunting my physical attractions and smouldering at them did no good. They were under direct orders to ensure strict separation of the classes. Determined to mix with the rich, I tried following the staff, but found that even their passage to the Upper Decks were tightly controlled and policed by the armed men. Daddy Templeforth must really hate mixing with the working classes.

Deeply disappointed, I headed towards the lower class poolroom or was it snooker room in England, I could never remember. I paused at one the extravagant wall sized mirrors built into the corridor to check my appearance. I am quite good looking or so I believe. My face is long and tapers from broad cheeks to a small rounded chin. Reflecting my Korean heritage, my dark brown eyes were almond shaped enhanced with a little mascara and sat under thin arching eyebrows. My nose is long and slim, my mouth small and thick lipped, their natural pout heightened with red lipstick. My long black hair with light brown highlights fell from my forehead, tucked behind my large ears, tumbling in ringlets over my shoulders. I wore a dark blue silk kimono-style wrap-around embroidered with oriental patterns in silver. This fell to my knees, beneath which I was barelegged and wearing shoes with transparent high heels and foot restraints. These boosted my natural 5’8” by a couple of inches.

In the reflection, I noticed a group of journalists being herded on a tour of the new ship. A middle-aged man with black curly hair was staring at my sleek well-toned calves in open admiration. I turned and looked into his eyes and gave him a smile which he returned openly admiring my face. Well at least that’s one man who doesn’t find me over the hill at 41.

As I hoped, at this time of day, there were only teenaged boys hanging around the poolroom. I folded my arms over my chest and pressed down to make them less noticeable then kept to the poorly lit areas. About a dozen heads turned towards me with the look of arrogant youth trying to look tough to scare off an unwanted intruder on their patch. “Shove off, Chinky. We’re trying to play a game here” the taller of the youths said. I tagged him as the leader, lower class English by his accent. “That’s very offensive and actually I’m Korean” I replied, noticing that one of their number was Japanese. The leader led an outburst of sniggers. “Would one of you boys like to rub some suntan lotion on me before I hit the sun lounge?” I asked.

“Pffff” was the response I expected. The leader led a chorus of noises like deflating balloons. A young black man spoke up. “You crazy, lady? We’re playing for stakes here. You’re old enough to be my Grandma”. That elicited laughter. I suppressed my rage; I was old enough to his mother certainly but grandmother! The leader stood arrogantly in front of me, pushing his shoulders back to make himself look bigger trying to loom over me to intimidate me. “You better leave or I’m going to shove this pool cue right up your fanny” he snarled, his mates laughing. “Yeah lady, don’t want no chinky grans around here” the black kid said. Actually he didn’t say that, he spoke in some gangsta language that I couldn’t reproduce but that was the gist of it. He was really obnoxious with a chip on his shoulder the size of Mount Everest.

“Well since you’re obviously gambling men, lets have a wager. I bet that in less than 10 minutes I can have the lot of you begging to make love to me or creaming your pants” I said. “What the feck!” that got their attention.

I opened my purse and laid a stack of notes on the pool table. “$1000. Each of you match it. Those still standing with spotless trousers and not begging share the pot evenly with me” I told them. “What’s that in real money?” the leader asks coarsely. “About 500” I sigh at his ignorance. “Not much of a wager. You’re way past it, we’ll win it easily” he replied confidently. “The winners can also take me any way they want” I added. “Urggh as if we would to feck an old grandmother” he sniped. They weren’t taking the bait; was my stake too big? These are lower class English kids after all. “I understand. You know you don’t stand a chance against this 40-something Oriental. Oh well, I’ll take my money elsewhere” I moved my hand to take back my money. “Feck you” the leader spat and opened his wallet and counted out a matching stake in British Pounds, the others follow suit. “The only rule is that there is no physical contact. I’m not allowed to touch you and you can’t touch me. If you try I am entitled to defend myself” I told them.

“Well that means you can’t suck us off, which is the only way we would cum for you - Jesus!” the leader exclaimed as I partially opened the top of my robe giving them a blast of what lay beneath. I enjoyed the dumbfounded look on their stupid faces as their eyes widened and their mouths fell slack. Predictably all eyes went straight for the deep dark crevasse between my massive mounds. “Oh my God, they’re huge! They’re massive!” a scrawny ugly young man exclaimed highly excited. I recognised the type, pockmarked and spotty with no chance with girls. The way the front of his trousers were stiffening marked him out as easy meat. I looked him right in the eyes. “What’s wrong white boy? Never seen a woman’s chest before?” I teased.

“POW!” I cried opening my robe wide then closing it quickly to frame my huge chest, blasting them with a glimpse of my 54KKK breasts against my slender fit body. I loved the gasps of shock, my shout catching them off-guard. No-chancer is stiffening quickly, he won’t last long. I stared at him. “This old lady packs more than you can possibly handle” I taunt. “You’ve never seen a pair as big as these, have you boy? Not even in one of your dirty magazines or porno websites” I teased, enjoying his discomfort and the way his face went red.

Still fixing no-chancer with my smouldering eyes, I turned my body slightly away from him knowing that this emphasised the dramatic slopes of my breasts. I opened the top wider to show off the lacy white cups that strained to contain my endowment, so sheer that I knew they could see my aureoles. I opened my mouth in a pout and spoke slowly. “Do you little boys really think you have a chance against such a big woman?” I said trying not to laugh as the poor boy tried to focus on my sensual moving mouth but his gaze kept slipping to my tits.

“I’ve had bigger” the leader boasted, unable to tear his gaze away from my chest. I faced him and opened the robe completely blasting him face-on. “Urrrrrr” he moaned, his eyes bulged and he fell quiet. A boaster, I knew how to deal with him. I didn’t bother to contradict his lie. “You can’t handle them and you know it” I told him, purposefully staring at his growing erection in his pants as his face reddened.

Allowing my robe to slide to the floor, I stood proudly before the young men. My white lacy bra, straining to contain my huge orbs that were the focus of attention, and my thong briefs, cut high over my hips. White showed off my naturally coloured skin. “I’m not ashamed of my body. I work very hard to keep it this way” I told them as they drunk in my long slender toned arms and legs and firm flat stomach. Okay, I’ll admit that my hip to waist ratio isn’t perfect but what the hell. With a hot body like mine, I’m not complaining and I certainly don’t get any complaints from men. I run my hands over the contours of my tanned, slim and athletic body with extremely large breasts. “54KKK-23-35” I state as my hand passes over the relevant part of my anatomy. I lift up my breasts “These weight 13.5 pounds each. I could knock your lights right out if I hit you with these” “You have no idea the strain on my back. That’s why I work out to keep my body strong, and red hot” I said.