Queen Elizabeth

A formative sexual story of a teen girl,who got sexually abused by her then boyfriend Mike,the abusive sex then became her sex life.she then craved to explore.

‎I've always dreamt about sailing but couldn't enroll into the navy because I'm scared of combat,as fate will have it, my boyfriend Mike called on a fateful day,asked if i would love to sail with him, i was overjoyed and said yes. He was a few years older than me. We met by chance at an all star basketball game in New York. His family has money. He overwhelmed me with attention and fun. After we had dated only a few weeks, we flew to Monaco where we had fun for a month. I was just out of high school when we first met, so I was quite young and innocent. He was trying to impress me, and he did. We sailed for a week on a cruise ship and later stayed in several hotels along the shoreline for the rest of that month. It was a glorious trip.
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‎My boyfriend taught me all about sex since I was a novice. I was not a virgin but I was not well versed in how to please a man,will say i was naive,He taught me all the ways to make a man happy. He instructed me on the best techniques for giving a blowjob. There was a lot more to it than I ever knew. No wonder I never had a steady boyfriend. I did not know the basics of how to suck a dick. They should teach a course of that in High School. Maybe the dropout rate would decline.
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‎Another trick he taught me was rimming his asshole, wow, This would be considered part of the blowjob, so I learned it at the same time. I loved rimming his ass, for some reason. It was so decadent and nasty/naughty. I particularly love doing it after he has had a run or played tennis. I like the musky scent of a man’s sweat, and it really gets me going when my face is down there, buried in his crotch. I love having his balls nestled into my face. When I shove my tongue up his ass, my nose is right under his taint. I don’t know if that is a real word, but it is the area between his balls and his butt hole. It is very sensitive, and I love to run my tongue along the area. I nuzzle and lick it as part of my rim job.
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‎If I have the time, and am feeling frisky, I will wet a finger and ease it into his butt hole while I suck his dick. Mike loved me to insert multiple fingers after I got him nice and ready for it.
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‎He also showed me his tricks for getting me off too. Much of what he loved me to do to him, he would likewise treat me to. One thing, of course was him rimming me. I loved having his tongue in my ass. He would bury it inside me, and it felt amazing. Then he would begin inserting fingers, one at a time, until I was fully stuffed with his manly digits. This was usually a precursor to anal sex. He would get my asshole completely loosened, then crawl up behind me and ease his big prick in my back door. I loved the preparation he made to get me ready, and I began to crave his manhood inside my ass. Anal sex became my favorite. My poor pussy didn’t get much action, other than preliminaries. All the finals were performed in my butt not cunt,poor me.
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‎There were other tricks that Mike introduced me to. He loved to slap my clit as I lay on my back, with his dick in my throat. My legs were spread, and my cunt was open and vulnerable. He really got off on spanking it. He would never warn me. I would be concentrating on sucking his cock; trying to relax my throat muscles so I could more easily deep throat him and would feel a fiery slap of his hand on my cunt. He might repeat it three or four times in rapid order before I could fully react. I hated it at first but then began loving the sting and vibrations that emanated from his assault. Whenever he slapped my cunt, I would jerk and groan, sending new sensations in my cunt with his dick still  lodged in my throat. I learned to climax just from him swatting my cunt, if he did it fast and hard enough.
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‎Another trick i learned and came to love was piss play. We would do this in the shower after a long, nasty sex session. He would stand over me as I sat in the tub, and drain his bladder all over my hair, face and in my mouth. I learned to love the salty, tangy flavor of his piss. It made me feel dirty and nasty, which was a sensation I never knew I loved until I met him. I would usually have to rub out another orgasm after he pissed on me, Fuck!
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‎As exciting as all his introductions to pleasures of sex where, he had his bad side. After we returned from that Monaco trip, he would go away for days at a time and not explain where he went. In some social settings he would be rude and condescending to me, very domineering. I loved and hated it at the same time, poor me.
‎By the end of that summer, I was ready to start college, Mike used school as an opportunity for us to break up, so we said our goodbyes. He was ready to find a new girl to train, and I had enough of his control. We never kept up with each other after we said goodbyes, instant break-up.
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‎I began attending college But I really felt out of place,the environment everything was different. my experience in Monaco ket ringing my head, the life I had been exposed to over there, college life was just not very interesting for me. I finished the Fall semester, then temporarily stopped college. I found a waitress job and worked full time to earn money to go Monaco I so loved and cherished my time there. That was where my heart was.
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‎I'm in  contact with the owner of the hotel where Mike and i lodged in Monaco.The owner hired me to work on a sailing ship, The ship had about twelve rooms for clients.We had  different clientele on board and the type of passengers I had traveled with. It was familiar to me yet odd to be on the service side of the travel industry.
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‎The  ship was christened Queen Elizabeth  she catered for very rich people who either own their companies, or their family did, they seem to have no problem about money or spending it. They just wanted to have fun. After hours, on the ship, lots of extra activities was going on. Since I was part of the crew, I was also part of the organizers of entertainment on the ship.
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‎My official job on Queen Elizabeth were as a waitress/maid. I kept the rooms tidy as a maid and served the passengers at mealtime and for cocktails as a waitress, Our uniform was  short black dress with a frilly white apron,the neckline was scooped very low, and my breasts were nearly always half exposed. I don't do bra, and I did not know what the ship’s captain would think about the fitting of the uniform on me. It troubled me as it was exposing my breasts. The other girl, Stephanie who was the second waitress has the same issue with the uniform, she was used to it because she's been working on Queen Elizabeth for a while, i learned to put up with our tits nearly popping out when bending over to serve a plate or a drink. The passengers sure loved my costume, nearly everyone complimented me on it, even the lady passengers. I can tell when a woman is interested in another woman, and I learned later that we always had several of those lady passengers on board each trip. The cruise on the ship was at high level and the satisfaction of our clients was our upmost priority.‎The first night after our cruise departed was poker night. This was a great way for the passengers to get to know each other, and to mingle and bond together. There was a large table set up in the ship’s central room for the poker game. There were four men and a lady playing this night. The lady was young, beautiful and based on her attitude, she was a free-spirit, I would say. The drinks were making rounds,being steadily consumed,I  and Stephanie's made sure the drinks kept coming. I had a trayful for the table and as I would bend to serve each one, my breasts tried to escape it's confinement. I didn’t really care, they tipped me a lot, I would flirt and accidentally but intentionally rub my breasts against the back of the men as I leaned over to serve fresh drink. It was quite fun to get paid while flirting,The captain smiled  cause the loved the way i was serving/flirting with our clients.

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