0 comments/ 100230 views/ 15 favorites Tiffany's Lessons Begin Ch. 01 By: shin1to Tiffany Adams had the face of an angel, but the devil definitely had a hand in the design of her body. The curvy 18-year old strolled through the lobby of the midtown Manhattan building where her daddy's company occupied the top floor. Standing 5 foot 6 inches high and wearing stylish Prada black leather heeled-boots that rose to her knees, but fell nearly a foot short of the top of her black miniskirt, the girl could stop traffic - and knew it. The 68 degree August New York weather had provided the perfect setting for this sensual jewel to strut her stuff. She wore a red bolero jacket demurely buttoned up. Under it she had a white silk blouse was buttoned over a white silk 35 C cup bra that held up her full breasts. Her black expertly-coiffed hair framed her delicate features like black velvet in a jewel box sets off gems in a bright light. The elevator starter said, "Afternoon, Miss Adams." "Hi, Eddie," she said to the man old enough to be her father. She barely noticed him. But, after all, here he was running the elevator console in daddy's building. He didn't merit any more respect than that... She boarded the nearest open elevator and smirked to herself as she saw one of the businessmen already inside the car nudge the fellow next to him. Men are so silly, she thought. They had been falling all over themselves for her since she turned 12 and started maturing early. Daddy's money didn't do anything to diminsh their admiration either. Anyone who wasn't stunned by her appearance still would genuflect before the Adams millions. She was off to lunch with Daddy, Ben Adams, this afternoon. Just the two of them ... or so she thought. Adams Exports had two huge frosted glass doors which Tiffany pushed through imperiously. She was the princess of the manor, after all. She was aware that everyone in the firm knew who she was and would do anything she wanted - and smile all the while. She didn't have a very high opinion of any of them. She considered them bought and paid for - like her clothes only not as expensive. That thought caused her to giggle to herself ... Approaching the receptionist desk, she wondered at the young black man behind it. Must be new; she hadn't see him before... Oh, well ... "Please tell Mr. Adams I'm here," she said barely looking down at the fellow... "Who shall I say ..." he managed to get out... "His daughter," she cut him off coldly as if his question couldn't have been dumber... "Oh..." he blurted and fumbled with the keyboard in front of him... clearly unnerved... Tiffany took obvious delight in the young man's discomfort ... "There's the apple of my eye," she heard from behind her ... Spinning around with her 'daddy smile' lighting up her face, she held out her arms for a big hug. "Watch the hands," she heard a deep voice say, as she wrapped her arms around him. She looked up to see one the of the biggest blackest men she had ever seen looking into her eyes. She felt herself shrink back from him... Ben Adams stood six feet tall and weighed 190 lbs. He didn't look small to anyone. Nonetheless, the black man approaching dwarfed him. "Sweetheart, I'd like you to meet Joseph Adeosun from Nigeria." "Oh ..." she said and found herself blushing unaccountably. Was it just the unexpected presence of the dark giant? Or was there something menacing about him... "It's a pleasure," Tiffany said, holding out her hand. "The pleasure is mine, princess," he said in a deep voice that reminded her of Darth Vader in Star Trek. Her tiny white hand was swallowed up in his huge black mitt. "I can see why you are so proud of her, Ed," he said to Mr. Adams, but didn't take his eyes from Tiffany's. She could feel her neck heating up. What was it about this man that so disturbed her? After all, here she was with Daddy. It wasn't like anyone could or would dare hurt her here of all places. But his eyes didn't leave hers ... they seemed to be looking inside her ... and enjoying what he saw ... "Mr. Adeosun owns one of the largest exporting firms in Lagos," her father said. "I hope you don't mind if he joins us for lunch today..." "Not at all," she lied, removing her hand ... She just wanted to escape the disturbing man's gaze. Somehow he made her feel exposed ... to him she wasn't wearing $3500 worth of designer clothes that intimidated people left and right ... and let them know she was special ... she just felt uneasy and ... uncovered. This is some prime pussy, Adeosun was thinking ... How to reach her?... And, why is she so uncomfortable?... Her father is oblivious ... Mr. Adams left the two together while he returned to his office for his Blackberry wireless communicator. The busy executive couldn't be out of reach for an instant. "Your father tells me you are off to college next month" Adeosun said. "You must be leaving some poor boy at home with a broken heart." Tiffany laughed uneasily ... while rather sophisticated as the daughter of a multimillionaire, she hadn't experienced much with the opposite sex. Daddy had strict rules and most of the boys at school were so silly she didn't want to waste her time with them. One of daddy's rules had been that she maintain excellent grades and that took a lot of her time, too. Also, she very much enjoyed getting pampered at The Spa and spending daddy's money in the boutiques. "No," she said, "I haven't had time for much of that." Ahh, excellent! Adeosun thought. That accounts for the uneasiness. She has no experience with men. The boys at her school wouldn't be exciting enough to reach her. She was reacting to him! How interesting ... "Okay, gang, let's go," Adams said, returning, reaching for his daughter's hand. Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief at daddy's return. She felt the man finally release her from his gaze. "My club has an excellent chef, Joseph. I'm sure you will be impressed..." "I am already," the big man said. On the elevator ride down, Adams told his daughter about the rite of passage in Adeosun's country which required him to kill a lion with his bare hands. "My gosh...," Tiffany blurted. Maybe this streak of power in the man was what had disturbed her so... how had she sensed it, she wondered. "It wasn't a very big lion," he said, chuckling... Tiffany envisioned him in a loin cloth with a spear in his hand and felt a shiver ... "We're going to ride in a Rolls, honey..." Adams said ... "Mr. Adeosun travels first class..." "Fun," Tiffany responded. "I haven't ridden in one before ..." As they exited the building in midtown, a huge black car with darkened windows pulled up to meet them at the curb. The car had an abbreviated front seat area and an extended back seat area, like a stretch limo. Tiffany climbed in first and her father slid in next to her. She breathed a sigh of relief at the seating arrangement. Then Adeosun appeared at the other side of the car and climbed into the rear with them. There were rear facing seats. He took one of them ... "Hope my long legs don't get anyone tangled," he joked. But, his seat afforded him the perfect view up Tiffany's long legs and short skirt. She wasn't able to turn her body or her legs would have been against her daddy's. Their host smiled at her ... "I wonder if Adams Imports needs one of these for its senior staff ..." Adams said, half-joking. Tiffany tried to keep her hands in front of her skirt ... she had worn a white low rise panties, they were a very soft fine material with the thinnest stitching, she hated pantylines ... so old wave ... At the club, they were seated at a prime table. Tiffany always enjoyed being served in this first class way .... When the waiter came, her Daddy ordered 25-year-old single malt scotch for the men and allowed her to have a pinacolada. Adeosun must be important too him, she thought. He is usually stricter about her drinking alcohol.... Lunch went well. Tiffany had grilled sea bass and two more pinacoladas ... she had become a bit giggly by the time the final coffee course came. "Ben, I have enjoyed your club and hospitality immensely ... please allow me to order the coffee course... we have a wonderful coffee drink in Lagos that I would like to share with you .... Do you like coffee, Tiffany ...?" Adeosun asked. Tiffany giggled ... "I single-handedly support the Starbucks by us," she said. "Good ..." Adoesun answered. "Now, where is our waiter? Oh, I see him ... " He rose to meet the waiter. "You don't need to go get him ..." Adams interjected. Adeosun smiled at them and looked into Tiffany's eyes ..."I know ... I want to surprise you..." Tiffany felt the look and another shiver ran down her spine ... what was it about him? "Say, mate," he said to their waiter. "I want you to mix us up three coffees and add double shots of Kahlua and Myers rum along with a shot of Bailey's." He handed the waiter a $20 bill. "You can do that, can't you?" "You bet, sir ... anything else you want, just let me know," he said, pocketing the money. Nice start for the day. He knew Adams was a halfway decent tipper, too. This was gravy. Adeosun headed back to Tiffany and her father smiling broadly. She had three pinacoladas and clearly doesn't know how to drink. The old man has a meeting this afternoon ... and I have plans for his succulent daughter ... "They know how to make it..." he said. "It is a wonderful, very popular drink in my country. I hope you will like it, Tiffany. Do you drink adult coffee drinks?" Her father laughed. "Not usually, but in honor of the occasion, we'll make an allowance." "Daddy! I drink Coffee Bailey's at the club all the time!" Tiffany protested. Good, Adeosun thought. She needs to prove her maturity .... He smiled again, licking his lips in anticipation, hoping the give her an opportunity far greater than this to prove her maturity ... actually, to demonstrate her insecurity... Adeosun smiled again when the waiter arrived. He had done it up proudly, holding a tray with huge three steaming mugs covered with whipped cream. "Excellent," he said. "My compliments again on your club, Adams. This is a first rate accommodation." The waiter beamed, as did his host. "A post-prandial toast," Adeosun said, raising his mug. "To a long and mutually satisfying relationship." "I'll drink to that," Adams said, lifting his mug and taking a sip. "MMMMmmmm, that's delicious... do I detect a hint of rum?" Tiffany took a sip, too. The powerful liqueurs were masked by the coffee taste. "Gosh, it's delicious," she said. "What do you call it? So I know what to ask for ..." "I created it myself," Adeosun said, smiling directly at her ... "I call it African Baptism. I can't tell you how happy I am that you like it, Tiffany." He reached across the table and put his hand on top of hers briefly. The huge black mitt presented a dramatic contrast to her tiny white one... Tiffany marvelled at the warmth of it ... "Oh my ..." Adams said looking at this Rolex. "Where did the time go? I have a 2:30, I can't get out of..." Adeosun was all understanding. "Don't worry about it, Ben. I did want to ask a favor of you before you left. I wondered if I might keep your Tiffany for a while this afternoon ... she is about the same age as my own daughter. I wondered if she might help me do some shopping for her. I want to bring something back from 'the big city.' Tiffany felt her heart sink even through the current dull haze she was experiencing. Oh my god ... I don't want to be alone with him ... please, daddy... say no, went through her head. Adeosun was peering into her eyes again. Behind his back, Ben Adams was nodding his head broadly to his beautiful daughter. Tiffany realized she had no choice. It was important to Daddy. Period. "I'd be happy to," she said, venturing to look into the tall man's eyes. He was peering into hers with what looked like a hint of a smile... what amused him about her? Ben Adams kissed his daughter, shook hands again with Joseph and took his leave. Tiffany faced her challenge... she took another healthy drink of the sweet drink to fortify herself. "Wonderful, Tiffany," Adeosun said. "I can't tell you how much I am looking forward to your help. You clearly have a highly developed fashion sense. My daughter's appearance will definitely benefit from your input." "Thank you. I'm happy to do it," she said. "I have expensive taste, though," she giggled. "At least that's what daddy says ..." "It's obvious that you do. You're a thorobred if I ever saw one. " Adeosun said, visually appraising her and her outfit. "I'm guessing those Prada boots set Ben back plenty... and here's to our adventure." He lifted his drink again in a toast. That's right, princess ... let's drown those remaining inhibitions of yours completely ... Tiffany took another healthy drink of her African Baptism, enjoying the taste and false fortification... "I thought I would get her a couple of sweaters ..." he said, eyeing Tiffany's breasts. "She is about your size ... what are you about a 35B?" "I'm 35C," Tiffany the student blurted out, while Tiffany the deer in the headlights cursed herself for spitting out intimate information about the exact cup size of her breasts to this man ... "Really," he said, again looking studiously at her breasts ... Tiffany felt her neck heating up under his appraisal. ... She lifted her mug to partially hide her face while drinking down too much of the strong drink too fast ... He put his hand on top of hers lightly. "What do you say we take these with us?" He asked. The huge mugs were nearly finished at this point. "All right," she said. Tiffany felt a little fuzzy .... She thought there wasn't that much left to the drink, anyway but, why not? "Where is our waiter?" he asked, looking around. "Oh, I see him." He raised his hand and rose at the same time to approach the youth. They met 15 feet from the table. Adeosun turned around and pointed to the drinks on the table. "Pick those up and give us two fresh ones in carryout cups, will you?" The heavily tipped waiter was only to anxious to accommodate the tall man. He returned in two minutes with a couple of fancy 'travel mugs' with the club logo on them - filled to the brim with fresh coffee drinks. Tiffany rose with Adeosun and found her balance with slight difficulty ... "Uh oh," the older man said. "Maybe the little lady has had her limit ..." Tiffany composed herself and picked up her travel mug. "I'm fine," she said, not appreciating the 'little lady' remark and determined to prove him wrong. She didn't notice the satisfied smile on Adeosun's face. "Let me help you, Tiffany," he said as she started to wobble a bit. His strong hand grasped her upper arm and she silently, but gratefully, accepted his help. Too late she realized his help included the back of his hand intermittently brushing the side of her breast ... Tiffany held her travel mug in one hand and allowed herself to be led by the arm ... she also became aware of something ... as Joseph's hand brushed the side of her breast, she felt the globe warming under his contact ... her nipples were also tightening ... she inhaled deeply ... surprised ... it felt verrrry nice. At this point in her life, Tiffany had had minimal contact with the opposite sex. Some dates, some clumsy fumbling by high school lotharios. But, she had primarily been amused by their clumsiness. At no point had she experienced pleasure in the form of sensuality or eroticism... the fact that an older man's hand bumping her breast repeatedly was giving her pleasure was a shock literally and figuratively... Her policy had always been hands off because there had been nothing in it for her ... Now, in her semi-inebriation, she had the stunning realization that it felt so verrrry nice ... The elevator ride down to the ground floor also provided new thrills ... Joseph's hand released her arm, sliding against her breast and side as it did. Tiffany found those touches pleasurable... Then, she felt something bump against her backside ... the expensive skirt was not very thick and she could feel fingers slide across first her left cheek then her right .... Normally, she might have said something or turned around to find the culprit ... but, again, . it felt verrrry nice ... She said nothing, but enjoyed the sensation across her cheeks ... the light, soft horizontal brushing sent little sparks shooting from the skin of her backside right through her pelvic area into her loins ... if it had occurred by itself, the touch would have been inconsequential, but combined with the drinks she was consuming and the hand bumping her breast ... she found herself becoming more aware of parts of her body in a way that she wasn't usually ... She inhaled deeply as the touch awakened another tiny area of her body's landscape ... she felt the warmth spreading inside her down there ... Although Tiffany couldn't tell, Joseph was indeed watching her. He studied her body language with little swift glances. What he saw pleased him, her altered breathing, the slight flush to her cheeks ... he knew well the early signs of arousal and Tiffany was demonstrating several of them... his own body responded as he thought of the hidden excitement going on in her lush body ... Bloomingdale's was a short pleasurable walk from Daddy's club ... several bumps of her breast punctuated the journey ... Tiffany felt flushed with the increased blood circulating through her body, particularly to her very sensitive areas ... "I know exactly where the designer sections are ..." Tiffany said, looking toward the elevators. She didn't want to make eye contact. She had decided she couldn't look into his eyes. She didn't want to see awareness of what was transpiring between them. If she didn't acknowledge it ... well, maybe it just wasn't happening ... "My daughter is already benefitting from your expertise, Tiffany. It would take me an hour to locate it on my own." He gestured at the size of the huge New York department store, but his hand gave her breast another nudge the she felt reverberate through her body and settle in her lower stomach. "Are we going to ride the elevators again? "Yes," she said as they approached the elevator bank. "Good," he responded. "I enjoyed the last ride ..." Tiffany's neck colored slightly ... she, too, had enjoyed the ride down to the ground floor ... as the touches heightened her own personal state .... The door opened and several people got on after deferring to Tiffany and Joseph. Again, his hand released her arm. This time it slid down, touching the side of her breast, her lower rib cage and came to rest at the side of her hip... Tiffany shivered inwardly with the sensations ... the touching points felt like little sensual explosions as nerve ends registered the contact and reported it to her brain ... Tiffany reveled in the new sensations as well as the lingering ones at her breasts ... her nipples remain distended and her breasts radiated heat ... Joseph maintained a slight contact with the side of her cheek, again moving about an inch back and then returning ... Tiffany felt the electricity run through her body again, settling in the warm and dampening spot between her legs ... her neck turned pink as she realized how pleasurable this was ... The elevator door opened on the designer shop floor and they disembarked. "I thought we might look at sweaters," he said. "Sure," the pretty teen answered. "They have a nice selection here." They found their way to one of the counters full of sweaters. "This is the size she would wear," Tiffany said, warming to their task. She was a born and bred shopper. "I like this beige one," he noted after a moment. "Would you mind taking off your jacket, so I can see how it looks?" Tiffany's Lessons Begin Ch. 01 Tiffany slipped out of her jacket and set it on top of the sweaters. Her travel mug rested on the table. Joseph grasped the sweater around its middle and held it out for Tiffany. She took the garment by the top of the shoulders and lifted it in front of her. Joseph hadn't let go, however, and as she pulled the sweater up to her neck, she felt his fingers rub against her breasts ... first the right, then the left ... his fingers touched just under each nipple and gave a slight lift before settling just above the nipple and breast and ceasing the contact. The result was an electric charge that Tiffany felt start at each of her breasts and race through her body like a lightning bolt. Awash in sensuality, she felt confused... she loved the sensation, but wasn't sure how to react ... she didn't want to accept this touching, but she didn't want to stop it, either ... also, did anyone see that?... a quick look around ... no, at least it occurred beneath the sweater... "Do you like it?" He asked, smiling ... My God! ... I'm not going to talk about it ... is he crazy?? she wondered ... His fingers repeated their little magic and again Tiffany was jolted with the pleasurable sensations... "How do you like it, Tiffany?" He asked again... "Hunh ..." was all Tiffany managed to get out of her mouth which seemed somehow as thick as her brain seemed to be ... He was all smiles as he rescued her from her dilemma ..."The sweater ... do you like it?" Tiffany was experiencing so much warmth coursing through her body already, she barely noticed the heat of the flush that started at her neck and reddened her cheeks. "Ohhh, yes..." "Wonderful," he said, still smiling. "Do you mind if we try one of these red ones? I really appreciate your sharing your opinions with me." He took the beige sweater and placed it on top of Tiffany's jacket. He picked up a red sweater of the same size and held it up toward Tiffany ... She grasped the top again and held it under her neck... Joseph again held the sweater as he had the beige one ... this time his fingers touched her breasts, but in the reverse order ... first the left one and then the right one ... they lingered a half second longer this time ... Tiffany's nostrils widened as she took in a sharp inhalation when the fingers again stimulated her large warm globes ... she almost closed her eyes with the pleasure of it ... she swallowed visibly ... Joseph smiled down as he noted her reaction ... yes, princess, it feels real good doesn't it? ... he asked mentally. "Do you like it, Tiffany?" He looked into her eyes this time instead of at the sweater... "Yes," she said. "I do." She failed to meet his gaze directly. She knew he was not asking about the sweater... She also feared that she wasn't referring to the sweater, either ... she adored what happened to her when those fingers sent the tiny lightning bolts through her body ... her nipples were standing up with perfect little erections ... she could even feel pleasure from the contact each made with the inside of her bra cups ... "Well, let's pay the lady," he said and picked up the two sweaters along with Tiffany's jacket ... "You won't need this in the car," he said. He also didn't want another layer in his way later ... "Okay," she said and followed along. She still toted the remains of the drink in her travel mug and used it to hide behind occasionally while sipping ... Joseph paid with his gold card and then put out his arm for Tiffany as they headed for the elevators ... She slipped her arm inside his and brushed her left breast against it seconds later ... as they walked to the elevator.... He smiled inwardly as he appreciated her sensual progress ... she wouldn't have been capable of that contact on her own earlier ... When they got on the elevator, four other people boarded with them... He slipped his hand down to her backside again, but his time just grazed her cheeks ... he kept his hand barely in contact with the center of her skirt's rear ... while his hand made contact with the expensive material of her skirt, it created almost no pressure on her buttocks ... come on, little girl ... I know you want more ... On her part, Tiffany missed the contact ... the embers within her that had begun smoldering needed to be fed ... she was aware of the fingers lingering just at the back of her skirt ... but they weren't giving her any pleasure at all ... they seemed just out of reach ... her hips rolled backwards almost of their own volition until they found his hand and pressed themselves against it ... Joseph stood slightly behind her so he could observer Tiffany without her noticing ... he had left the ball in her court ... he stifled a smile as her pelvis swiveled back till her mini-skirt and panty-covered cheeks made contact with his waiting hand ... that's my good girl, he rewarded her with a soft very slow caress that slid over first her right cheek and then her left cheek ... that's what you wanted ... isn't it? ... his large hand in a matter of seconds had slipped across every square millimeter of her perfect heart-shaped backside ... her skirt was so thin that his fingertips also found the very tiny seams of her panties ... As the door opened, Tiffany had the distinct impression that the back of her panties sported tiny flames ... although Joseph's hand no longer covered her cheeks, the sensory memory lingered on ... her nostrils dilated as her lungs unconsciously sought more oxygen ... "Oh, you know what, I forgot my drink up by the sweaters," he said, looking down into her eyes. "Would you mind terribly a quick ride up to get it?" Tiffany almost felt relief at the request. His various touches had awakened the most beautiful sensations she had ever experienced ... if he wanted to touch her further on the elevator, she was definitely available. "No problem," she managed a stiff smile. Dealing with the waves of sensuality coursing through her proved something of a burden when it came to simple social interactions for her. Just touch me some more ... please .... On the way back to the elevator, she turned toward him slightly to increase the contact with her breast ... more heat ... tighter nipples ... the smoldering embers kept needing more fuel ... The few people riding the elevator were engrossed in their shopping conversations. No one noticed Joseph's hand press into Tiffany's warm breast ... or her intake of breath ... again the back of his hand slipped down her side slowly making contact along the way ... Tiffany thrilled to the contacts at each point ... little sensual sparklers lit up along her body in the wake of the hand ... then it reached her cheeks ... the large fingers slipped along her hip pressing slightly ... then it turned around so that the front of his hand made direct contact with her left cheek ... slowly the fingers spread out until the large hand cupped her left cheek with his finger tips on her panty line at her legs ... Tiffany felt flushed with the heat generating down below and pulsing upwards and into her ... as had happened on the previous elevator ride, her hips swiveled upward to increase the contact ... she had never imagined the exquisite thrills that could come from such simple touches ... she felt like she was burning up ... the hand slid across the back of her skirt and caressed her right cheek the same way ... then it moved to the center of her backside and cupped her entire rear end ... God, don't let him stop ... she had the strongest desire to spread her legs apart .... The elevator door opened on their floor. Again, they exited and a sound issued from Tiffany's throat as the large hand released its grip on her buttocks... Tiffany almost closed her eyes so that she could continue to enjoy the sensations she felt on her cheeks ... It took only a moment to find his travel mug and they waited for the elevator again ... Tiffany smiled inwardly, knowing that the caressing hand would return momentarily ... Unfortunately, Tiffany the shopper encountered a friend of hers on the car ... what are the odds? she asked herself rhetorically .... she managed a quick introduction to Joseph and then her acquaintance got off the elevator ... one more floor ... a brief flurry of touches ... breast ... thigh ... cheek ... open door ... Joseph put his arm out and Tiffany grasped it and pressed her breast against it fully ... "Are you ready to go for a ride in my car, Tiffany," he asked, looking down into her eyes. Tiffany felt ready for anything he might propose that would bring his hands into closer contact with her screaming nerve ends. She met his gaze. "Yes, Joseph. Let's go..." They exited the huge department store and didn't have long to wait for the black Rolls to pull up for them ... Tiffany's Lessons Begin Ch. 02 By the time Tiffany and Joseph reached the street, they could see the big black car approaching... "Goooood," she whispered, more to herself than Joseph. He opened the door for her and let her climb in, then closed it behind her. Joseph walked around the car and said something to the driver, then got in the back seat with Tiffany who was watching him expectantly... "I think I need to sit next to you. What do you think, Tiffany?" he said, sliding across the luxurious leather to her side. Tiffany's dulled mind failed to grasp the fact that Joseph had already moved beside her before she had a chance to reply, as if her answer were irrelevant. "Yes... okay," she said, feeling somehow one step behind Joseph in their situation... as she had all day. Her heart beat rapidly... a fresh excitation in the form of anxiety coursed through her. She was alone with a huge man in his car and, in fact, at his mercy. The darkened windows wouldn't be much help... However, her newfound craving for the sensations he had awakened inside her healthy and nubile young body overrode her fears... "I have been admiring your earrings," he said, reaching up and grasping Tiffany's right ear lobe above the diamond stud. His fingers held her ear gently and squeezed softly as they covered her entire ear. It felt wonderful to Tiffany... God, ears too... went through her mind... how many places in her body could Joseph make feel wonderful?.. how many... "Let me see the other one," he said evenly. Tiffany turned her head so he could inspect her other earring. Joseph reached up and softly traced the outline of her left ear while still gently holding the first... Tiffany leaned back against the sumptuous leather seat and Joseph's hands continued their soft manipulation of her ear lobes. He had said something about diamonds, but his fingers caressed her ears... Tiffany closed her eyes and bathed in these fresh sweet sensations... how did this man who was a stranger to her this morning have the power to give her such unending thrills?... a soft hum came from Tiffany's throat as the fingers gently fondled her earlobes... Tiffany was purring... "I wonder if they come from Africa," Joseph said. "Do you know, Tiffany?" Tiffany opened her eyes, slightly disturbed at being taken out of the sweet zone to which Joseph's fingers had transported her. "Don't know..." she said, eager to return to her bliss... "Did you know that Africa is a major diamond producer?" he asked... his fingers hadn't left her ears. "Unh huh... I guess... so," she answered lazily, nodding her head slightly... his fingers made her feel so sweet, why did he keep interrupting her with dumb questions? "You don't know very much about my country, do you?" Joseph asked. "I'm sorry... I don't..." she said, feeling as though she had insulted him. "Would you like me to teach you, Tiffany?" Those were the words Joseph said, and those were the words Tiffany heard, but she understood an entirely different message... do you like my touching you... do you want me to continue... I want you to approve of it... no more hiding... acknowledge that you love it... "Yes," she said, in answer to his question(s)... She also felt eager to make up for her imagined slight. His fingers caressed her earlobes... Tiffany felt she would listen to anything he wanted to talk about as long as he didn't take his hands from her... and somehow his teaching her would include more touching... she felt a shiver of anticipation course through her body... it started at the tips of her toes and raced up to her earlobes in Joseph's fingers... "Africa is the second largest of the seven cunt-inents," Joseph said, and his fingers dropped from her ear lobes to each side of her bare neck... Cunt-inents? Tiffany wondered... why did that word cause a further sensual reaction below her belt? She felt the delicious softness of his fingers on her neck... "Do you know how big Africa is," Joseph asked while his fingers and thumbs gently caressed Tiffany's neck. "Unh uhh," she said feeling not smart but wonderfully excited... "Africa covers 11,700,000 square miles, Tiffany," he said. "If your body were the cunt-inent of Africa, it would cover 11,700,000 square miles." His hands slipped down from her neck to her shoulders... her bare arms... her wrists... her fingers... they went back to her shoulders and began slipping down... touching every square millimeter of Tiffany along the way... Tiffany breathed in deeply and the hands came across her breasts... then her lower ribcage... her stomach... how many million miles... "Think of your body being 11,700,000 square miles, Tiffany," Joseph said as if reading her mind. His hands slipped down over her soft miniskirt to her bare legs... a good 14 inches of Tiffany's bare leg extended until the boot top which rested just below her knee. His hands gently caressed each of Tiffany's knees and then slipped down over the boots on the way to her feet... she could feel the hands through the soft supple leather of the boots all the way to her toes... she smiled internally at the thought of being the entire 'cunt-inent' of Africa, she thought, almost giggling to herself, as Joseph covered her flesh applying the latest layer of sensuality... "How does it feel to be Africa, Tiffany," Joseph asked as his hands slipped back up to her bare knees... "MMmmmm... I like it," she answered, through her lassitude... I like you travelling over the entire 'cunt-inent', she thought. "Do you know what the largest mountain in Africa is, Tiffany?" he asked. Joseph's large hand moved to Tiffany's right breast and caressed it... electricity shot through Tiffany at this direct action... her eyes popped open. "Mount Kilimanjaro, Tiffany." He said, looking into her eyes and fondling her breast... God in heaven help me... it feels toooo gooood... I will not stop you... raced through her mind. She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and wallowed in the sensations coming from the large black hand caressing her breast... soooo tenderly... her nipple had swelled so that every point on it sent back thrilling jolts... the inside of her bra excited her there as Joseph's hand moved... her breasts heaved with each heavy intake of breath... The entire cunt-inent of Africa is squirming on the backseat of my car, Joseph thought watching Tiffany in her thin white blouse and black miniskirt writhing under his hand... "Mount Kilimanjaro stands 19,340 feet tall," he said and his right hand cupped her breast from its base like a giant funnel and slid up to its peak... "How many feet high is Mount Kilimanjaro?" Joseph whispered in Tiffany's ear leaning over her. Tiffany was still focussed on the exquisite sensation of her breast being handled as Joseph had just done... "Hunh..." was all she managed to get out. "I'll help you, Tiffany," Joseph said, planting his large hand around the base of her breast exactly as he had just done. "Mount Kilimanjaro stands 19,340 feet tall," he said and his hand cupped her breast from its base again and squeezed it all the way up up to her rigid nipple... A moan escaped her throat as Joseph's hand executed its wondrous caress for the second time... her mouth was so dry, she felt she couldn't speak... nor did she want to... just touch me some more... I beg you... she thought, looking into his eyes... His hand caressed her breast again... "What is the name of your highest mountain, Tiffany?" he asked, looking into her eyes, squeezing her large globe gently... Tiffany swallowed in a dry mouth. He obviously wasn't going to stop asking till he got her answer. "Mount... Killa... man... jaro..." she said and was rewarded with yet another caress. Purrs spilled out of her throat... the fondling had warmed her loins so that Tiffany could feel her panties had actually become moist between her legs... she had never experienced anything like this in her life... she wondered absently if her could smell her... Joseph's hand went to her other breast..."Do you know what city Mt. Kilimanjaro is in?" Without waiting... and with fondling, he answered his own question. "Mt. Kilimanjaro lies in Tanzania in East Africa." Each huge hand caressed one of her breasts... "Now, Tiffany. Look at how much you have learned," He squeezed her right breast... "Mount Kilimanjaro is the highest peak..." He caressed her left breast... "Tanzania, in East Africa, is where Mount Kilimanjaro is located... Now, do you know the name of any African deserts?" His hands remained on her breasts, but stopped caressing them as he peered into her eyes... waiting for her to answer. Tiffany was all confusion... her body rocketed magnificently out of control on its own pleasure binge... and she loved every nanosecond of it... at the same time a large black man had his hands on her breasts... which she was not only permitting, but wallowing in, like a puppy on newly-mowed grass... and he was asking her questions... something about a desert... "Uhhh... no... I don't know," she stammered and again felt guilty that she had insulted him with her ignorance of his native country. His hand left her right breast, Mount Kilimanjaro, and began slipping down her rib cage. When it reached her miniskirt, he opened his hand to feel its texture, he said, "Africa has many deserts, Tiffany. The Sahara, which I am sure you have heard of, covers 3,500,000 square miles..." His hand slid across her miniskirt slowly, feeling the texture of the thin, soft material as well as Tiffany's squirming body beneath it... she purred as the hand slipped around her waistband... then down her hip to her hemline... across this to her other leg and up her other side... His hand traversed the area slowly and tenderly... it covered every bit of her skirt in the front which was available to him in her sitting position, but it did not stop at any point... Tiffany reeled, her head pounding... this was the most intense set of sensations she had ever experienced and it was becoming overwhelming... her breasts felt swollen... she knew the tips were rigid and highly sensitized because the soft material of her bra was still exciting her like an independent being... and below the waist roared a volcano that Tiffany felt was getting ready to explode... she was certain even though she had never felt this way before in her life... it couldn't just keep building... could it?... "Tiffany," Joseph's voice seemed to come from far away... "I want to tell you the lowest point in Africa..." The words barely registered... she looked up into his eyes which were peering intently into hers, holding her gaze. "The lowest point in Africa, Tiffany..." She heard the words and... knew where his hand was going next... Tiffany rode a sensual Tsunami as his hand began to move down... then it stopped on her flat stomach, just below her navel... no man's hand had ever touched Tiffany there, let alone lingered... Tiffany began to feel light-headed... "The lowest point in Africa... is Lake Assal..." his even voice intoned... his hand still didn't move... "Tiffany," his hand remained on her skirt. " I can't reach Lake Assal... " His hand lay on on her lower stomach... "The Sahara Desert is in the way, Tiffany... you know how many million square miles the Sahara takes up... " Tiffany looked down at the huge black hand on her miniskirt and her stomach below... its only motion was with the up and down movement of her stomach from her labored breathing... the visual impact of the hand reinforced the intensity of the feelings in her stomach from this contact and everything that had gone before it... his hand is heaven... coursed through her mind unbidden... heaven... this is heaven... "I can't cross the huge Sahara Desert, Tiffany..." the soft voice said... No... How can I help you cross the desert... I need to feel your touch... And then the solution came to her... Tiffany watched as her own hands reached down and grasped the hemline of her miniskirt... the helpful hands slipped the skirt upward... they pulled the rich fabric up over the tops of her thighs... Tiffany was displaying every inch of her bare legs to a man at his request for the first time in her life... she marveled as the coolness of the air kissed the very very warm skin of her thighs... her hands continued their lifting of her miniskirt past the edge of her panties... her breasts were heaving now as she continued to raise the Sahara Desert out of Joseph's way... her white panties came into view... still the hands pulled the skirt up... now Joseph's very dark hand lay on Tiffany's white panties... her two small white hands continued pulling up the skirt until Tiffany wore her black mini like a belt around her waist... all of her white panties lay exposed there in front of Joseph's eyes... all of Tiffany lay exposed there in front of Joseph... "The lowest point in Africa is Lake Assal..." were the words that fell on Tiffany's nearly deaf ears as Joseph's hand began to move down Tiffany's panties very slowly until coming to rest on her dark pubic hair which shown through the thin white panty material... The roaring in Tiffany's ears was deafening... the volume increased and Joseph's hand moved lower... this was her doing... of her own volition... she had taken the last step to this promised land... on her own... but the sensations emanating from Joseph's warm hand were more than Tiffany's consciousness could handle... her hips lifted off the leather seat... her legs spread apart... his hand slipped lower to completely cover her... she twisted her body to better accept the hand and its pressure... her arms clutched at Joseph's huge torso... she buried her face in his shoulder as her hips undulated against the hand... rocking in cadence with her moans... time stopped for Tiffany... all the sensations wracking her young body became NOW... there was no past... no future... only NOW... she felt her hips pumping feverishly and pressed her face into Joseph's massive shoulder... clutching his back... his hand remained stationary... applying a gentle pressure against which her pelvis pumped hungrily... then the hand moved in very slight counterpoint to Tiffany's motions... this tiny movement exaggerated what was occurring inside her panties... further turmoil occurred between Tiffany's thighs as parts of her body were being doubly stimulated by her movements and Joseph's hand... "UUHHhhh... uuuhhhhhh... uuuuhhhhhhh," were the only sounds that wealthy Ben Adams daughter could utter wearing her Prada boots... stylish miniskirt... and another $800 worth of expensive blouse, underwear, hair-styling, make-up and accessories... she continued her grunts as the animal that lived inside the beautiful young girl burst free... "AAAAAAHHHHhhhhh..." Was the last sound out of Tiffany's mouth as she completely gave up her level of consciousness... She felt the violence of the waterfall ahead and heard the crashing of the water as her small vessel reached the brink and then teetered over... over into oblivion... she could feel herself falling end over end... she felt so tiny... tumbling through the air... but never landing... never feeling the horrible crashing termination of her flight... Tiffany had become a leaf that broke off its branch in late autumn... there was the instantaneous violence of the tearing and then the gentle, wonderful floatation down from the treetop to the waiting cushion of the grass and all of her sister leaves that had gone before, waiting to welcome her... Tiffany reveled in the gentle side to side motion that was bringing her nearer, ever nearer, to her soft landing on the ground... she always marveled at how slowly leaves descended as they floated back and forth, back and forth... travelling a dozen times farther horizontally than they did vertically... Tiffany's Lessons Begin Ch. 03 The car door closing... mmmmmppffff... sounded very far away... the seat yielded to a large presence and Tiffany felt herself tilt toward it... the car started up again... that's good... feels nice... went through her mind as emotions rather than words. Her eyes opened and the scene unfolded before them... rear seat... huge car... sumptuous leather under her... legs uncovered... skirt up around waist... oh, yessssss, Joseph... her body felt a flush of sensuality... she turned her head... there was the very large black man looking into her eyes... "How long... ?" she formed the beginning of a sentence. "Not long," he answered, knowing her thoughts. "Time for one stop. " She saw the elongated box he held in his hand... a box for jewelry. "This is for you, Tiffany. " He opened the box. Inside, on a bed of inky black velvet lay a very thin, very elegant chain of pure gold. Tiffany knew something expensive jewelry. Her father had given her a piece or two of her mother's to wear occasionally after the woman's untimely death eight years ago. Tiffany had worn good jewelry... This elegant little chain seemed to shimmer before her eyes... "To anyone who asks, this is a 'thank you' for helping me shop today, Tiffany. " She nodded slowly, still in the process of regaining consciousness. "... But, it is really a symbol of the chains that bind you to your pampered lifestyle... you are tied by your own will, Tiffany, a force stronger than any metal there is... I will tell you more... later... when you are ready... Give me your wrist. " Tiffany obediently held out her arm and allowed Joseph to clasp the chain around it. She turned her wrist and admired it, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She had the distinct impression that she had just allowed Joseph to put her in chains... a fresh warmth spread through her, starting inside her panties and spreading slowly... deliberately... through every cell of her body... as he had said, she was bound to a cushy lifestyle... what else?... "I miss my homeland, Tiffany," Joseph said, reaching out and giving her right breast a squeeze. "I miss seeing Mount Kilimanjaro... and all its beautiful topography. " Tiffany's breast grew warmer under Joseph's touch... she felt growing awareness of her sexual areas... breasts... nipples... moisture between her legs... as a result of Joseph's words... and hand. "I think I feel homesick for Africa... " He looked into her eyes. "You don't want to see me homesick for my country, do you, Tiffany?" In a brief deja vu Tiffany felt like Joseph had introduced another dimension to their communication... Like when he had asked her earlier, "Would you like me to teach you... " and the message that came to her was," ... do you like my touching you... do you want me to continue... " She heard the actual words he said this time, but the message that came through, "... do you want me to continue touching you... are you ready to accept more... "... differed significantly. Tiffany didn't know how long ago it was that Joseph's hand had launched her to her first earth-orbiting orgasm. But, she felt undeniable sexual warmth at his touch and felt nervously willing to experience more... She hadn't had time to contemplate her first experience... that would have to wait... She felt about this situation with Joseph exactly like a child on her first visit to a three ring circus. There were lights, explosions and amazing feats all around her... right at this moment... she had never experienced anything like it... but, tomorrow, when the circus moved on, would the explosions and the magic be gone, too?... forever?... The possibility horrified Tiffany... She felt she couldn't take a chance on missing out... She shook her head. "I don't... want you homesick," fresh shivers raced through her. Joseph smiled... "Thank you, Tiffany. I miss all 11,700,000 square miles of my home... cunt-try. " As he spoke, his hand moved across her breasts... over her shoulders... caressed her soft neck... Tiffany adored the sensations Joseph's hand had sparked along her body... she leaned back as his hand slipped down over her panties... it briefly touched Lake Assal when he said the word cunt-try and shocks jolted through Tiffany's loins upon hearing him say the word that way and feeling him touch her there in the same instant... his hands slipped down her long half-bare legs softly and slowly... the slower Joseph moved the warmer Tiffany became... when he reached her boots, which extended from the floor to just below her knee, he again slowly caressed her calf through the material all the way down to her shoe and back up... "Tiffany, show me around my cunt-try," Joseph said, looking into her eyes. "Heal my homesickness... " She looked up at him as his hand left her bare knee... don't let go, her nerve ends screamed... and why she respond physically every time he used words like cunt-try or cunt-inents as he had earlier? Of course, she had heard the root word used before, but never used it herself. Words like that usually spewed out of the mouths of toughs at school or on the street, not gentlemen introduced to her by her father. Strangely, Joseph's using the word contributed to her state of arousal. It seemed another barrier no longer existed after he said it. "What is the highest point in Africa?" he asked. "Mount Kilimanjaro," Tiffany the good student answered, in a soft voice... not certain where this was going... He said nothing and Tiffany wondered through almost 60 seconds of silence that hung between them... what was she missing?. .. her mind stumbled frantically through her sensual daze... she certainly had said the correct answer... Finally, Joseph spoke, "Can you point it out to me?" Her eyes went to his... questioning... he held her gaze... Tiffany raised her hand... excitement and anxiety flooding through her... she pointed at her right breast with her left hand... "What are you pointing at, Tiffany... " his even voice directed her. Her left hand crossed to her right breast and touched it... then pulled away... she looked at him beseechingly... this was outside her realm of experience by a wide margin... His head shook slowly... Her fingertips hesitantly returned her right breast, slowly moving around it from the bottom to the top... Tiffany had closed her eyes... she couldn't bring herself to meet Joseph's gaze... her fingertips slowly circled around her warm breast... she wondered at its resiliency as it yielded to her touch... the silk of her blouse slipped over the smooth surface of her bra under her fingertips... the sensations began building... Tiffany struggled with her self-consciousness... she wastouching herself in front of a man... at his direction... "What is it that is special about Mount Kilimanjaro?" the even voice asked. Tiffany blinked. "It's the... highest point in Africa. " "Are you going to be able to reach the peak, Tiffany?" he asked. She looked up into his eyes... his penetrating eyes that saw into her... saw places inside her that she had no idea existed... the eyes amused by his own double-meanings... how many were there?... She felt always a step behind him... Her eyes closed again as her fingertips sought out the peak of Mount Kilimanjaro for Joseph... she sucked in air on their first contact... her fingertips moved slowly around her nipple as Joseph wanted... she felt the nub tighten up and swell to nearly bursting... it felt good... soooo exquisitely gooood... "Look at me, Tiffany... " The voice was even, not harsh, but not gentle, either. She opened her eyes on his command... her fingers continued to circle her nipple... there was no escaping Joseph's gaze... she felt like parts of her had begun to glow under it... he looked into her eyes as her finger continued its slow thrilling journey around the peak of Mount Kilimanjaro... "Now look at your fingers... " the even voice directed her. She dropped her gaze to her fingertips which circled the nipple of her right breast... and excited it so extremely... the fingers circled slowly and Tiffany could see the impression of her elongated nipple below the two layers of silk that covered it... the sight of her fingers and the bulge beneath them inflamed her further... "Do you remember Tanzania, Tiffany?" He asked. Joseph had told her earlier that Mount Kilimanjaro lay in Tanzania. Without further direction, Tiffany moved her right hand to her left breast and caressed it for him... her arms crossed in front of her breasts... the fingertips of her left hand made slower and slower little circles around her nipple while her right had squeezed and tested the resiliency of her left breast... waves of warmth and arousal pulsed through Tiffany as her two hands fondled her large throbbing breasts in front of Joseph... "Good girl... " the voice said evenly... Joseph did not offer her a smile... Tiffany felt warmth and undeniable moisture between her legs upon hearing Joseph's words... amazingly these words of approval excited her almost as much as his hand touching her panties had earlier... she felt them just as intimately... it thrilled her to do what he told her... "I feel my homesickness waning, Tiffany. Thank you... you are a fine substitute for my native cunt-try... " He spoke, enjoying the view of the beautiful teenager seated in front of him wearing only a silk blouse and thin bra beneath it... a black miniskirt which she had pulled up around her waist... it covered no more of her than a thick black belt... below it were a small thin pair of white panties which let her dark patch of pubic hair show through... the moisture of her panties allowed the outline of her lips to show clearly... lovely camel's toe, he remarked mentally... the high boots from the Italian designer Prada reached to just below her bare knees which had parted by about 12 inches... she writhed slowly with her hands crossed and fondling her two large breasts... just as he had directed her to do... "Enough of the high ground, Tiffany. I want to travel from Africa's highest point... down to its lowest. " Joseph said. Tiffany was totally engrossed in Mount Kilimanjaro and Tanzania as her left and right hands fondled her right and left breasts, respectively... she was stimulating herself under Joseph's direction... her nostrils opened widely as she sucked in more air and her level of arousal built... she barely heard the words Joseph had spoken... "What is... and where is... Africa's lowest point, Tiffany? The even voice requested... The words reached her consciousness... Africa's lowest point... Tiffany remembered well that Lake Assal was Africa's lowest point... she also recalled with a shiver that Joseph had designated the lowest point on Tiffany's torso... as Lake Assal... when he had placed his hand there previously Tiffany had experienced her first orgasm in response to that touch... on the outside of her panties... Her eyes opened and looked into Joseph's... He returned her gaze without blinking... she faltered, but knew that she would give him what he wanted... the fact that Tiffany had brought herself, under Joseph's guidance, to a very heightened state of sexual arousal made it not only possible but a certainty that she would show him exactly what he desired... her body sought after the additional stimulation that Joseph offered to her like a sportsman dangling bait before fish... Slowly her right hand released Tanzania, her left breast, and began its trek down her body... leaving the smooth silk of her blouse, the hand traversed her small soft white panties slowly... meanwhile the fingers of her left hand were squeezing and softly tugging at the nipple of her right breast as the embers smoldering in Tiffany's loins required more intense sensations... the fingers of her right hand slid lower on her panties, almost halting when they felt her first pubic hairs beneath them... they eased lower over the thickening of Tiffany's small trimmed patch of hair... a moan escaped as her fingers descended... they slipped down till they rested on top of her lower lips... the sensation of contact was amplified by the very wet state of her panties at this point from her secretions... the soak-through made it feel to Tiffany's finger tips as though there was nothing between them and her lips... just as her eyes opened, her hips moved of their own volition sparking friction between her fingertips and her lowest moist lips... her hand had stopped moving, but her hips had started... her eyes widened as they found Joseph's... a torrent of emotions swept over Tiffany. She realized in her stupor that control was slipping out of her grasp... Joseph thought the young girl's eyes reminded him of the look he had seen n the eyes of animals that he had hunted just before they realized that they were about to die... only in the beautiful Tiffany's eyes, he could see the sexual hunger that drove her... sensual hunger and surprise... cerebral surprise that she balanced on the brink of her second orgasm before this strange man who seemed to have taken over her body... her right hand clutched hungrily at her left nipple while her hips undulated beneath her left hand which she pressed deeply against the sopping wet panties covering her lips... Joseph smiled as her body writhed out of cunt-trol... "Enjoying your visit to Lake Assal, Tiffany?" Joseph asked in a quiet voice,. Awash in sensuality, Tiffany barely heard the words. "Do you like showing me Lake Assal, Tiffany?" Her eyes opened and she peered out confused through her haze of arousal... She caught Joseph's words... her hands continued their manipulations of her young heated sexual parts... her attention remained riveted on her internal sensations rather than external... "Tiffany... do you want to cunt-tinue in Lake Assal?" Joseph persisted. The girl withdrew from the brink of orgasm on which she had been hovering... "... Yes... " she answered, nodding, hands diligent at their labors... maybe now he would leave her be... "Yes... what?" "Yes... I want to... " she said, frustration evident in her tone... her hands labored on her body to maintain her level of arousal... "Want to... what, Tiffany?" "Want to... " she said looking directly into his eyes, searching for what he wanted from her... he wore a peculiar smile... of course!... she thought... his word!... "to cunt-tinue. " "Good girl," he said. "You may cunt-tinue, Tiffany. " And Tiffany closed her eyes with his permission... again there was that flood of arousal that followed his approval and that word... her left hand squeezed and rolled the nipple on her right breast... her right hand pressed down between her legs, fingers sopping wet... her hips undulated freely... her fingers dug in so deeply that she had pushed part of her panties up inside herself... her head was bobbing now in rhythm with her hips... her eyes had lost focus... the lovely young woman's mouth hung open and drool slipped over her lower lip... "Spread your legs, Tiffany... you don't need to act ladylike now. " Joseph's voice told her. Tiffany relinquished her last vestige of acting ladylike, opening her legs widely and allowing her hand to slide down deeper over her dripping wet lips... Joseph offered no further interruptions as he enjoyed the spectacle of the barely-covered pretty young rich girl stimulating herself in front of him... long booted legs spread wide... moans issued from her throat... her hips rolled of their own accord... her delicate fingers dug into her crotch while her other hand toyed furiously with her breast... Tiffany surfed the crest of a sensual tsunami entirely crafted by Joseph... her focus had locked inward... her eyes were open, but she could only see the multi-colored fireworks exploding within her... there were no external sounds for her... she heard... and felt, a roaring inside... lights exploded behind her eyelids... between her legs her dripping wet fingers were sliding over and into a volcano... "AAAAWWWWWWWWwwwwwwww... " came out of Tiffany's contorted lips as her aroused young body took over completely... "AAAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh... " Tiffany's second orgasm had greater length and breadth than her first... Her hips pumped out another time as a third earth-moving quake rocked her quivering young body... "UUUUUUHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... " she said, fingers nearly penetrating herself. "You have a nice feel for Africa," Joseph said. Tiffany's Lessons Begin Ch. 04 The pretty teenager presented a powerful erotic image to Joseph as she half-sat and half-lay back displayed against the heavy leather back seat of his Rolls Royce. One hand still clasped her breast through her expensive white silk blouse. Her miniskirt remained where she had pulled it up ... around her waist. Her other hand was still pressed against her panties at the crotch area. Her legs lay wide open with her nearly knee-high boots still on. Tiffany's wet fingers remained between her legs. Her heavy breathing began to slow. Her eyes started to refocus outside of her body to see Joseph looking at her in the back seat of his Rolls. How long has this been going on? She wondered about the kaleidoscope of sensations she had experienced this afternoon, without much conscious effort. Despite two mind-shattering orgasms within the past hour, Tiffany remained relatively ignorant about her own sexuality ... she had just learned, however, that it dwelled like a monster inside her ready to burst free and overcome her completely.... upon the right provocation. Of the various pleasures she had experienced in her life, none of them could hold a candle to the soaring roaring pyrotechnics that had electrified her young and beautiful body ... under the direction of Joseph ... and his touch.... She looked into Joseph's seemingly all-knowing eyes ... what kind of sensual magician are you?... she wondered. Joseph studied the young beauty before him ... 18 years old, her body a sensual symphony boasting full firm breasts, a torso that dipped in to a narrow waist and hips that swelled although not as wide as her 35 inch breast measurement. Tiffany's face belied the maturity of her body. She had large wide set captivating pale blue eyes, almost like a little girl. There was a bit of a lift to her delicate nose and then a full-lipped perfect cupid's bow mouth .... Her face alone would have merited a double-take, but combined with her body Tiffany turned heads and could stop traffic... "I watched you walk, Tiffany," he said. "It's clear that you are very proud of your appearance ... and body ... with good reason." She swallowed noticeably. Joseph knew more about her extraordinary body than anyone alive other than herself ... and, in view of recent experiences, she wasn't certain that she new more than he did ... why did his words send tingles through her...? "I'm not going to ask you if you have enjoyed this afternoon because I can see how very much you did...." He said. Tiffany dropped her eyes ... God ... my heart is just beginning to beat normally again ... more shivers ... delicious ones. "What you experienced is just the overture to the symphony, Tiffany ... as you would say in this country, you have just finished kindergarten." Joseph said ... Tiffany had seen and heard women in films and on TV talking about orgasms... and their lack of orgasms. That was about the extent of her knowledge. Now Joseph was saying that these two soul-shaking ones she had experienced were only the introduction?... "I can take you further, Tiffany...." he reached over and casually rubbed the back of his big index finger over the impression of her nipple under her blouse, lightly, as if to demonstrate his powers over her. The little bud burst to a full erection inside her bra ... his touch riveted her attention and reminded her of his virtuoso ability to activate her sensual buttons ... "Your body is my cunt-try to me ... and I want to feel close to it .... Are you ready to cunt-tinue deeper into your education ..., Tiffany?" She heard the words, noted the accent on deeper, shivered again. Joseph had communicated with her on more than one level since they had first met. Now, he was doing it again. She felt like the owner, with Joseph, of a language that only the two of them understood. The words had become part of their private code. Going deeper into Africa meant that she was consenting to his more of his touches and ... what more? Tiffany resurfaced from her sensual haze briefly ... she weighed her life as she had known it up until she had met Joseph, her school friends and experiences, the people who served her at the country club, the sales personnel in the many boutiques and designer shops who fawned over her and lastly her daddy and how her life had been, up until now. On the other hand was this experience with Joseph. Amazing! She thought. In her mind her life prior to Joseph appeared in shades of gray to her, like old black and white photos. This experience with Joseph, however, exploded into total technicolor with a complete symphony orchestra behind it! ... hhmmmmm ... shades of gray ... or, technicolor with music ... Joseph noted her hesitation ... "If it will help you, let me say this.... Just as nothing that has taken place so far has happened against your will, I give you my word that nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. If you say 'Stop,' everything willl stop that instant and you will be free to go back to your home or your car or wherever you wish. You have my word on it." Tiffany heard him. She knew that Joseph was a high-powered business man like her daddy and she knew that with men like that their word was their bond. She felt certain that Joseph wasn't lying to her... He interrupted her thoughts. "I have only one condition, Tiffany. Hear this well. If you say 'stop' ... that is irrevocable. Everything will stop ... but that will be the end of it. I ... will ... never ... touch you ... again.... Do you understand that?" Tiffany felt an instant of sheer terror.... never ... The words echoed in her head, "... never ... touch you ... again." Those words made up her mind for her .... She vowed internally ... I won't stop it ... not yet... I want more .... Joseph looked down at her in silence. Tiffany knew one thing with certainty. She was not going to shut off this wondrous spigot of sensuality that Joseph had opened and poured over her ... at least not at this moment. She felt that she had to have more of this unbelievable experience ... there would always be time to stop ... he promised .... Also, his image of being Africa, his cunt-try, to him had taken on some subtle significance that she did not understand ... on some level he seemed to need her and was relying on her ... and that had great significance to her ... "I understand," Tiffany said, with some small hesitation. "... I want to know ... Africa ... deeper ..." Her own words electrified her ... at once, Tiffany felt every piece of her being and especially every cell of her body ... spring to attention ... "Done," he said, as if sealing a deal with a competitor that he had just bested. "Take off those wet underthings ..." he pointed to her panties .... Tiffany flushed deep red. She felt like a little girl who had just wet herself. He knew! She only hesitated a half second, though, before complying with his wish ... she felt that her body's movements in response to Joseph's words were taking place as if under water. She was taking off her underpants ... for a man ... because he told her to! Very slowly she raised her hips off the leather seat and reached down with her two hands at the sides of her panty leg holes. They slipped inside and pulled down ... the crotch which was still wet stuck and formed a V shape as the legs slid lower. Tiffany continued to pull downward and the contact broke. She slid them down over her boots, lifted one foot and then the other as she removed her panties.... "Here," he held out his hand and Tiffany placed her panties inside it. Joseph slid down the seat away from her. There was now around 18 inches of space between them... "Lay the cunt-inent of Africa across me ..." Her miniskirt slid back down and covered her bare cheeks as she placed herself across Joseph's lap ... "Lift up, " he said and slid Tiffany's skirt by its hem back up around her waist .... The beautiful young girl again presented Joseph with a mouth-watering image. She lay across his lap with her white silk blouse on primly but her skirt was wrapped up around her waist exposing her two delectable cheeks and bare legs down to her boots which stretched from her toes to just below her knees ... "You are my image of Africa ... my map." Joseph said, one hand sliding down over her cheeks and thighs, the other easing across the back of her thin blouse.... "Like every map, you were made for display, Tiffany ..." Joseph said. "Your body is the perfect metaphor for my cunt-try ..." His hand slowly moved up her right leg ... Tiffany closed her eyes and gave herself up to Joseph's caressing hand ... his words worked their magic on her, too ... physically, his large gentle warm hands thrilled her, but his words also transported her to another place.... She wasn't just a young girl lying half-naked across a man's lap .... Tiffany felt herself becoming the cunt-tinent of Africa for this magical man ... her hills and valleys meant home and more to him ... and that resonated within her deeply... The hand worked continued its progress up the back of her thigh. "I asked you about your diamonds .... Africa produces about half of the world's diamonds ... " "MMMmmmmm ...." Tiffany answered ... She rested her face on her folded arms ... the tiny fine gold chain Joseph had given her pressing against her cheekbone ... a million tiny sparkles ignited on her thigh ... half the world's diamonds ... Tiffany felt stimulated visually as if by thousands of African diamonds as Joseph's hands slid lightly over her flesh ... her consciousness focussed almost totally on the waterfall of sensations that Joseph's hands generated ... on another level, however, her mind was picking up facts, such as ... Africa produces 25% of the world's gold ... His hand felt like heaven on her ... the sensations mellowed this time but also seemed deeper than when Joseph had first put his hand on her and his touch was totally unfamiliar ... she had begun to feel the rich pulsing glow that Joseph's hand kindled within her ... South Africa produces 72% of the country's total gold output, Ghana is second ... Joseph's hand reached the juncture of her thighs and slipped up to caress her bare cheek. His palm caressed her softly as his fingers extended between her cheeks and moved up slowly ... Africa produces 38% of the world's supply of manganese on an annual basis ... "MMMmmmmnnnnnnnn ..." was all Tiffany could say as the fingers progressed upward and Joseph's hand caressed her left cheek. His large very dark hand covered most of the left half of her firm-fleshed backside... it slid across and began a caress of her right cheek from the top and began its descent ... Africa produces 43% of the world's cobalt ... His hand slipped down her right cheek with his thumb now trailing between her cheeks moving slowly downward ... her hips rolled upward, opening, for him .. that's a good girl ... Joseph thought. His hand caressed her cheek gently ... his thumb, meanwhile, traced the crease between them ... Tiffany could feel the embers of sensuality that Joseph kindled starting to heat up ... her entire body glowed from the contact of Joseph's large warm hand ... Africa produces 74% of platinum in the world each year .... Her hips struggled to remain still as they sought more intense sensations from the smooth, soft hands.... "Mmmmmmm ... like ... vel ... vet ..." came softly from Tiffany's lips ... Africa produces 50% of diamonds in the world each year ... "Pardon me," Joseph said without stopping his hands from their circuit of Tiffany's nearly bare body ... " ... Velvet ... your ... hand ..." the girl answered. Joseph smiled broadly. "Yesss ... velvet ... black velvet... the perfect setting ...." His large thumb had reached the soft dark place between Tiffany's cheeks and stopped ... The girl squirmed across his lap as fresh sharp sensations raced through her body directly from his thumb's point of contact ... "UUUnnnnngggggghhhhhhh," was the most intelligible sound the girl was able to utter as she tried to control her body's response to these fresh and startling sensations. "All of these wonderful wealth-bringing minerals share one common attribute ... Tiffany ..." "UUUNNnnngggggghhhhhhh," she said again in response to Joseph's words and gentle pressure from his large thumb ... circling her anal ring ... sooooo slowly ... . "AAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh," Tiffany cried in wonder at the rainbow of sensations rocketing up her spine ... "Their common attribute, Tiffany," Joseph said, uninterrupted by her outcry ..."is that they come from inside Africa ... we must enter her to extract her treasures ... Tiffany ... we must penetrate my beautiful cunt-try ..." His thumb continued to circle and Tiffany struggled to keep her body under control.... Joseph removed his thumb from what had become Tiffany's most sensitive and pleasurable spot ... her body continued to squirm in his lap ... his hand slipped down her thigh slowly. Meanwhile, his other hand eased down her shoulder, over her neck and rested against her parted lips ... slowly the front of Joseph's thumb traced her lipline ... from the corner of her mouth to the center, just below her nostrils ... and down the other side ... at that point the thumb eased to her full lower lip and began its trek back ... pressing slowly upon Tiffany's flesh ... her lips parted further as the thumb slipped across their surface... The finger across her lips ever so lightly felt thrilling to Tiffany ... her eyes were closed and she turned her head slightly to increase the contact with Joseph's thumb as it moved ... when it reached the center of her lips and pressed against them ... she felt her lips part in welcome ... Joseph's thumb pushed inside about an inch ... "She has to be entered ..." Were the words Tiffany heard as the thumb slipped into her mouth ... his other hand lay across her rear cheeks creating gentle pressure ... it seemed perfectly natural for her mouth to wrap around Joseph's thumb as it entered ... Tiffany was being stimulated at both ends of her body ... his hand moved lower until it slipped between her legs ... Tiffany felt herself flooding as Joseph's fingers reached her lower lips .... Her entire body was glowing red and pulsing on the inside ... in the welter of sensations roller-coastering through Tiffany, she found herself sucking the thumb as it pushed deeper into her mouth ... "All of her riches lie beneath the surface ... inside her ..." The words seemed to come from far away, drifting over her like a cloud ... One of Joseph's fingers slipped inside the moist mouth between her legs ... Tiffany felt skewered by the thumb in her mouth and the finger that slipped inside her ... Joseph's finger could entered Lake Assal Tiffany was so wet ... She felt him shift where she lay across his lap ... his finger came out of her ... "Do you know what lies near Lake Assal, Tiffany ..." he asked as he unhooked his belt ... Tiffany sucked blissfully on the thumb in her mouth ... her body felt like it was radiating light and heat with every beat of her heart ... waterfalls roared in her ears ... she barely had consciousness of her outside surroundings ... from far away words touched her consciousness ... Lake Assal ... entered .... have to penetrate ... Joseph removed his thumb from her hungry mouth ... A strong arm lifted her as Joseph undid his belt and pants and slipped them down ... he wore nothing underneath ... "Lake Assal lies in Djibouti ... near the Horn of Africa ..." Joseph slid Tiffany's knees down to the floor of his car and adjusted her so that she knelt between his legs ... She looked up at him blearily with confusion in her eyes ... from this point of view, her nakedness was below the seat and he was struck by the incongruity of her prim white silk blouse, strikingly beautiful face and the smeared lipstick on her open mouth ... "Give me your hands ..." Joseph took her two hands as she offered them and placed them directly on his erect penis ... Tiffany looked down at the huge black cudgel in her grasp ... its texture fascinated her ... flesh, yet rigid ... and its size ... it looked as long as a 12 inch ruler ... her fingers tested its rigidity ... she felt as though she had been transported to a foreign world ... on her knees, she was lower in the car and there was less light ... she had never touched a man like this, let alone held him in her hands ... her hands clutched Joseph's huge rod and caressed it tentatively ... this felt as mysterious as sexual ... her body still carried the sensual glow that Joseph had stoked in it, but it wasn't driving and overpowering her ... she wanted to know this new thing in her hands ... she caressed it slowly ... hypnotically ... her eyes couldn't leave it ... the touch of her fingers didn't seem adequate ... Joseph's gold chain around her wrist shown brightly. Joseph looked down at the rich girl enthralled with his 'Horn of Africa' ... she appeared transfixed ... the size and power of his erection had captivated Tiffany's imagination, but it had begun to impact Joseph's thinking, too ... until this point he had managed the situation with Tiffany brilliantly and totally consciously ... he had led her along slowly ... never pushing too far ... too fast ... always letting her accept what he wanted ... he didn't expect any repurcussions ... but, now the sight of her on her knees before him had not only stiffened his cock, but clouded his judgment ... his 'little head' which Tiffany was now holding in her hand had begun to take over his decision-making process ... the scintillating sight of her cupid's bow lips not far from the tip of his cock spurred him onward ... "Feel it against your face ..." he said, softly. Tiffany bent forward and rubbed it against the flesh of her face ... she turned her head slowly so that it could touch every part ... her forehead ... eyes ... cheeks ... lips ... "Good girl," Joseph's hand patted the top of her head gently and again Tiffany felt a powerful erotic reaction from his words and his hand ... she felt herself pulled to him almost magnetically ... She continued to rub her face against the huge rod ... the words good girl went through her mind as her lips touched him ... she kept her lips against his rigid flesh ... her two hands were around its base ... at least eight inches of Joseph extended above them ... slowly she worked her lips against him moving down to her hands and then upward ... she kissed the head tenderly ... hypnotically ... Joseph resisted the urge to force his way into her mouth ... but it was a battle ... "Taste the Horn of Africa ... know ... it," he said. Again, he had provided her with exactly the direction she had been seeking subconsciously ... her mouth opened around the huge tip ... just as earlier Tiffany had followed her body's cravings as Joseph stimulated her with his hands... now, Tiffany was stimulated in an entirely different manner ... she felt a hunger inside her ... she did not know how to satisfy this new hunger ... but as her mouth opened to admit the tip of Joseph her tongue came forward to taste him ... slowly ... tentatively ... Tiffany worked her mouth around Joseph's huge head ... her tongue was totally involved in the act as it licked the intruding rod ... her actions gratified her. The thrill of Tiffany taking his cock into her mouth pushed Joseph to the edge of his control. The desire to fuck the spoiled little rich girl's face was becoming more than he could bear. On her part, Tiffany graduated to outright sucking on the huge rod in her mouth ... small mewling sounds came from her throat as she labored on it ... Hearing Tiffany purring as she sucked on him, nudged Joseph through the danger zone ... his self-control cracked .... He reached down with both hands and grasped the girl's head ..., Tiffany's Lessons Begin Ch. 04 Startled, she looked up into his eyes ... but, she didn't relinquish the prize in her mouth ... "Abuja is the capital of Nigeria," Joseph said pulling her head back so that his cock nearly came out of her mouth ... "Say it ..." He commanded her. "A ... booja..." the confused girl parroted, lips still in contact with the tip of his erection. "Now, suck it," He pulled her head back down, impaling her mouth with several inches of his rock hard cock. Tiffany choked slightly as the huge head hit the back of her oral cavity, but she sucked him hungrily. Hands still holding her head captive, he pulled her back so that only her lips held him by the tip. "Say it again." "A ... booja ..." Tiffany said, with her lips still touching him. "Now, suck it." He pulled her head back down and shoved his cock roughly into her mouth. Tiffany sucked, continuing to hold the huge rod by its base.... Joseph repeated his manhandling of her head, pulling it back so that his cock rested on her open lips. "Say it." "A ... booja ..." Tiffany responded obediently. He jerked her head back down. "Now, suck it." Tiffany moaned as she tried to consume the throbbing black rod that Joseph jammed into her mouth. Joseph leaned back, content to watch the beautiful young girl's subservience ... he could feel his ejaculation approaching with Tiffany's efforts... in her face ...or down her throat? ... he couldn't decide. When Joseph was pulling her head back and forth and thrusting himself into her mouth, Tiffany felt an overwhelming passion come over her ... the spoiled little rich girl had rarely experienced anyone raising their voice to her, let alone treating her in the dehumanizing way that Joseph was doing ... in contrast to any kind of logic, she did not resist it ... she was not shocked by it ... she relished every second of it ... her head spun ... her ears roared ... the walls of Joseph's metaphor of Africa came crashing down ... a dark map of the cunt-inent of Africa swirled inside her imagination ... it looked like her vagina ... Tiffany recalled his hand patting her head and hearing the magic words ... good girl ... meanwhile the giant black serpent in her mouth pounded on ... she gagged ... she learned how to slide her tongue forward and take more of it without gagging ... she struggled with all her strength to become his cunt of Africa ... she was filled with treasures for him to take ... Joseph's hands relaxed on her head as he approached his release ... he still hadn't decided ... in her face ...or down her throat? ... But, Tiffany did not slow up when his hands released her head ... her passion spurred on her efforts ... jamming her own face down on his hard rod ... "UUUKKKkkkk ...... uuuuuukkkk," came out of the pretty young girl's throat as she continued the action Joseph had started ... she slid her head backwards and balanced Joseph on her lips ... "A ... booja ...." she cried, looking into Joseph's eyes. Then she thrust her head back down, jamming Joseph deep into her throat ..." ...UUUKKKkkkk ...... uuuuuukkkk ...." She craved his African Horn to penetrate her ... the deeper the better ... she had become his vessel ... his receptacle ... she was his cunt-try ... she lived for the words ... good girl ... from Joseph ...she wanted his need and needed his desire ... she sucked the thick shaft in her mouth .... Tiffany's compliance in her oral deflowering pushed Joseph through the last remaining barrier of his own reserve ... he felt a spine-shaking orgasm building. The sounds ... UUUKKKkkkk ...... uuuuuukkkk ... and ... A ... booja ... punctuated the sensation of the little rich girl's mouth around him as she raped her own face with his black cock ... "AAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhh ...." was all Joseph could say as he ejaculated time after time ... into her mouth, down her throat AND in her face ... Tiffany's hands did not release Joseph's deflating cock ... they slid up and pulled it back into her mouth ... with his sperm running down her chin, she milked him into her mouth as she sucked out every last drop and swallowed it ... Joseph's tiny gold chain around her wrist flashed as her hands pumped ... as if from very far away, she heard the words, "That's a good girl" and felt a large hand pat her head. Africa produces 5% of the world's bauxite Africa produces 5% of aluminum Africa produces 4% of copper Africa produces 43% of cobalt Africa produces 25% of gold South Africa produces 72% of total Ghana is second to SA Africa produces 6% of lead Africa produces 38% of manganese Africa produces 6% of nickel Africa produces 74% of platinum Africa produces 32% of palladium Africa produces 3% of zinc Africa produces 50% of diamonds Tiffany's Lessons Begin Ch. 05 Tiffany Adams was a spoiled little rich girl, but gorgeous. She stood around 5 feet 6 inches tall with legs described as "100 miles long" by interested onlookers. Her just-short-of-shoulder-length hair was always expertly-styled by one of New York's finest. She had large slightly oversized pale blue eyes that made her look younger than her 18 years. Her cupid's bow lips stirred the hearts of every man who cast his eyes on them. Last but not least, her 35-23-34 figure guaranteed she would appear stunning in any outfit she was wearing. Her father, Ben, owned an international exporting company. Her mother had died almost a decade ago. As a result, daddy overspent on Tiffany to try and compensate for the loss of her mother as well as the fact that his business required him to spend large amounts of time away from her. Up until this morning, the beautiful 18-year old brunette had spent most of her time and much of Daddy's money on manicures, pedicures, facials, hair styling and a wardrobe which consisted of the latest and most expensive designer offerings. She liked to wear heels because they emphasized her long legs. She also very much enjoyed the attention her long legs and short skirts earned her wherever she went. Tiffany's relationships tended to be very superficial, mostly limited to people who worked for her father, either in his firm or at his palatial home in New Jersey. She also counted her hair stylist and the fashion gurus in the boutiques and designer shops as 'friends' although she limited contact with them to their professional services. In fact, she was currently experiencing the deepest relationship she had known as an adult. It was with one of her father's business associates whom she had met this morning. Joseph Adeosun was a major international trader from Nigeria. Tiffany's panties, miniskirt and red bolero jacket lay neatly on the seat beside Joseph. She wore only her Prada knee high boots and a white silk blouse as she knelt between Joseph's legs in the backseat of his Rolls Royce while it motored leisurely through Manhattan. Tiffany's beautiful lips clung to Joseph's deflating penis as he slowly began to extricate it from her mouth. What was left of several tablespoons full of sperm that Joseph had ejaculated moments ago, resided in Tiffany's mouth, throat and on her lips... she had swallowed most of it ... hungrily. His large black hand patted Tiffany on the head as he would an obedient dog. The last words Joseph had uttered as Tiffany fought to swallow his erection and his sperm were, "That's a good girl." The superficial little rich girl had gone through an epiphany in this back seat as Joseph guided her through lush sensual experiences. He had awakened her to exquisite physical pleasures like she had never experienced in her life. She had chased the thrills like a trout after an angler's fly. The chase culminated when Joseph had opened his own fly and introduced Tiffany to his nearly 12 inches of rigid ebony manflesh that he dubbed for her 'the Horn of Africa,' Tiffany had taken the 'horn' into her cupid's bow lips and swallowed the bait. More than his touches of her body, or her own inspired groping of her most intimate parts, Tiffany had accepted and revelled in the rough penetration of her mouth by Joseph. She didn't understand nor question the enormous emotional resonance that occurred when she submitted to his wishes kneeling between his legs. Sharing his metaphor of her body as his native cunt-try, Africa, the teenager, had experienced her first serious sexual arousal. Her right breast became Mt. Kilimanjaro, Africa's highest peak, while her left breast was Tanzania, where it was located. Moving down her body, her miniskirt morphed into the Sahara Desert, so, of course, it had to be removed. The opposing lowest point in Africa was Lake Assal which Joseph had designated the juncture of Tiffany's thighs. Tiffany's lesson in geography intensified when Joseph introduced economics and enumerated the various minerals of Africa and how much they made up of world production. Of course, those minerals could only be mined by penetrating Africa and Joseph had indeed done just that with his lovely teenage surrogate's mouth. Exploring the wonders of Joseph's powerful erection, Tiffany had totally accepted the metaphor he offered her. She became his cunt-try as she sucked him passionately and brought him 'home' inside of her oral cavity. Kneeling half-naked between his legs, Tiffany became a changed person. She was no longer simply chasing the newest most exciting sensation as she had initially, Instead, Tiffany was carried away by the wonder of losing herself in satisfying Joseph's desires .... The little girl whose life had been spent making demands and having them satisfied by others suddenly found herself kneeling on the opposite end of the equation ... and she loved every second of it.... "I know what you need," Joseph said, withdrawing himself from her mouth and wiping his moist tip across Tiffany's full lips. She looked up in wonder at him. What did she need and how did he know with such certainty? She wasn't able to answer either question herself. Again she puzzled that this man who had been a total stranger to her this morning understood her psychological and physical makeup better than she did by the afternoon. Joseph picked up Tiffany's miniskirt and handed it to her. "Put this back on. I need to be some place." Tiffany dutifully climbed up on the seat and slipped her miniskirt up over her boots. She rebuckled the belt. He hadn't returned her panties which lay on the other side of him. He couldn't have forgot, could he? She puzzled. No, she couldn't imagine Joseph having any kind of mental lapse. There didn't seem to be anything he wasn't aware of or hadn't considered... She didn't know what to do. She hesitated to walk around Manhattan in her miniskirt with no panties, but she hesitated more to broach a subject with Joseph that he might not welcome. He didn't offer them because he doesn't want me to have them, she concluded .... Tiffany found herself unable to even question Joseph about them and grudgingly accepted the idea of walking out in public wearing elevated heels and a short miniskirt with no panties, rather than risk displeasing him in any way. "Is there some place I can drop you that's convenient? I have two more meetings I need to get to this afternoon," he said, checking his watch without looking at her. Tiffany peered out the window of the Rolls and took heed of the real world for the first time since lunch. People hurried by oblivious to the big car which had been the mobile scene of her seduction. They were passing through midtown on Fifth Avenue not far from Penn Station. She could catch a train back to New Jersey from there. She told Joseph and he relayed her instructions to his driver. He pulled an exquisite card case out of his jacket pocket and removed one of his business cards. Taking an expensive fountain pen from his inside jacket pocket, he removed the top and wrote something on the card's back. "This is my private email address. I am the only person who uses it." Holding the card between two of his fingers, he handed it to Tiffany, saying, "I won't be staying much longer in New York on this trip, but I will be returning." Tiffany took the card and looked at it. What a precise handwriting, she thought, so legible. "Thank you." She slipped it into the tiny purse she carried everywhere. As the Rolls pulled up to Penn Station, Joseph reached over and lifted her miniskirt exposing her pubic area. "Get rid of that hair, Tiffany.... You were made for display." Tiffany looked down between her legs ... she had no secrets from him. "Learn how to shave yourself," he said in explanation. "Oh," Was all Tiffany could muster by way of response. He wants me to be naked down there, she thought, wow... "You have been a pleasure, Tiffany," Joseph said, holding out his huge hand. "Thank you," she responded, blushing furiously and dropping her gaze. The huge hand that had played such a major role in introducing Tiffany to her own sexuality swallowed up her delicate white palm. She exited the car and closed the door. The noise and bustle of New York harshly burst into her consciousness and confirmed to her the existence of the outside world as the Rolls pulled noiselessly away from the curb. Little girl, you've had a busy day ran through her mind amid the beeping of horns and cursing of cabdrivers ... She entered Penn Station and walked to the Departure schedule board to confirm what track she needed to be at to catch her train home. The conditioned air in the terminal touched Tiffany below the waist in the absence of her panties. Cool ... she thought. She made a stop at a sundries stand and bought a bag of Bic plastic shavers and can of men's shaving gel.... The long-legged beauty had a springy walk that had been described by interested onlookers as a prance. She executed it as she walked through the station. She was aware of covetous male glances directed at her as always ... if they only knew, she thought. Tiffany had always enjoyed turning male heads, but her experience with Joseph added a lush new dimension to it. As a result of her sexual awakening, she revelled in a heady empowerment. The glances were fun and she had always felt very superior to her passing admirers. She found that especially true now. The fools don't know that those jiggling globes under her red jacket represented Mount Kilimanjaro and Tanzania in East Africa. Or, those long legs led directly to Lake Assal .... Now that Joseph had tied the body that these men were admiring to powerful sexual experiences, Tiffany felt like a goddess walking through the station. Her body that had prompted all those stares was capable of glowing and exploding in the most beautiful manner, she realized. Boy, how cool ... The 50 minute train ride was a blur as Tiffany endeavored to sort through her afternoon's experiences. Introspection had never been a strength of the little rich girl. As the commuter train sped out of New York, Tiffany's mind raced back over her experience with Joseph. She blushed recalling the treasure trove of sensuality to which he had exposed. Why had she responded so totally to him? Boys her own age had tried kissing her and 'feeling her up' and there had been nothing in it. No sensual explosions ... just embarassment and annoyance on her part. My God! She realized for the first time that with everything that had transpired between Joseph and herself, he had never kissed her once! Tiffany had always considered herself to be a good girl. She didn't lie, cheat or steal.... She understood that her daddy's money had nothing to do with that. Her girlfriend Melanie shoplifted all the time, just for 'giggles' she said, and her father was also rich. Tiffany wouldn't consider taking something that didn't belong to her. But what about this afternoon? Did a good girl let a man touch her like that?... God, yes, she answered her own question. Such heavenly sensations couldn't possibly be bad, could they? Well, okay, she definitely wouldn't want her Daddy to know what had happened. But there was lots Daddy didn't know about her, anyway. This was just one more item on the list. She felt as if she had discovered a world that she hadn't realized existed before this afternoon. While not very religious, Tiffany had a spiritual feeling about her experience with Joseph. She concluded that feelings that intensely beautiful were not of this world ... nor were they bad. And what about that last thing? Surely that was dirty. She had taken him into her mouth! She had overheard girls talking about blowjobs before. It was nasty talk. Wasn't that a blowjob that she had done to Joseph? She had taken him into her mouth! No, she decided. A blowjob was something dirty that bad girls did. What she had done with Joseph was a whole other thing... on a whole other level. She didn't exactly understand what level, but she knew deep down that there was nothing dirty about it ... she also knew that no power could have prevented her from doing it... She barely heard the rhythm of the rails and the train hummed on inot New Jersey .... Tiffany felt without understanding it that what she had done was right. Somehow, she had discovered a purpose with Joseph that hadn't existed for her previously. Whereas her beauty had been arbitrary before, now, it had a function. It pleased Joseph ... it had allowed her to become his good girl... Her glance fell upon the delicate gold chain Joseph had put around her wrist. She clasped her other hand around it in a caress and closed her eyes .... "Mmmmmmm ..." escaped her lips and was lost in the sound of the speeding train. As TV shrink, Dr. Phil, is fond of saying, "Today is a changing day in your life." And, indeed it was for Tiffany. ============================= Tiffany's Lessons ... has a been a fun project. The author has not decided about whether he will cunt-inue it, or not. If you enjoyed it and would like to read more, please send him feedback to let him know. If you want to identify yourself, that is fine, but not necessary. Anonymous feedback is acceptable, and can be done through Literotica. Yes, feel free to make suggestions about future chapters. A lot of readers already have. Thanks for your time, Shin1to Tiffany's Lessons Begin Ch. 06 Tiffany made a stop at a sundries stand and bought a bag of Bic plastic shavers and can of men's shaving gel .... One week had passed since Tiffany had her sexual epiphany and, as is often the case with epiphanies and young people, she began to lose the immediacy of her experiences with Joseph. Years of pampering and adoring had made the beautiful young girlchild what she was - a spoiled, self-centered arrogant young woman with a lifelong sense of entitlement. One afternoon in a Rolls Royce with a powerfully attractive man did not appear to be enough to change her life drastically. True, she had a new awareness of her own sexuality. Joseph, from Africa, had introduced her to the tigress that dwelled within her and she would never forget that. However, the humility and openness she experienced with Joseph had evaporated. She made several attempts at recapturing the sensual grandeur of her time with Joseph. She had a date with a 'college man' she knew. Dressed to kill, wearing a very short gold dress, platform sandals which accentuated her long legs and tiny white panties, Tiffany was the center of attention at the club where they listened to music and danced all evening. Once again, she tapped into her sensual arsenal as her body moved with abandon to the music. Her date was the envy of every man in the place. However, Tiffany found that when they were alone, the 'man' was all fumbles and 'I love you's' and very embarassing gropes. He failed to ignite any of the embers of Tiffany's sensuality. She returned home disastrously disappointed. She felt so frustrated that she needed to take matters into 'her own hands.' Lying in her bed with her short gold dress still on, she tentatively touched herself 'down there.' Her vibrant young body warmed instantly to her own touch. She opened her legs and continued to rub herself through her panties. First, up and down, then in a circular fashion. Before long her fingers were digging into the wet bottom of her panties. She pressed them up inside as her body sought penetration. Although the small tight garment didn't allow much, she found that her fingernails rubbing across the material was very stimulating. "MMMMMMmmmmmmm," came from her lips after several minutes. As her passion rose, she pulled the panty band aside and thrust three fingers up inside herself at exactly the crucial moment. "Ahhhh," was the final sound that burst from her throat ... Afterward, she felt relief, but little more, she had not come close to approaching the soaring sexual explosions that Joseph had wrought within her in his Rolls. She washed her hands, took off her clothes and went to sleep ... very disappointed. Her life was not without Joseph's influences. She always wore the gold wrist chain he had given her. After her unsuccessful attempt to reach ecstasy, she thought she would wear it simply to commemorate her explosive experience. Would she ever have another? She didn't know. Several friends had commented favorably on the bracelet. She liked that. She felt that its quiet elegance enhanced her status. She would have chosen something more flashy left to her own devices. There was something about its delicacy and craftsmanship and beauty that was undeniable. Additionally, Tiffany now was 'shaved.' She found she liked the appearance of her genitals with the hair shaved away. She very much enjoyed the way she looked 'down there.' She would stand in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom with no panties on looking at the long-legged beauty with the pursing of her lower lips exposed. It made her feel sensual and sophisticated and slightly aroused. She also liked the look of panties in the mirror when she pulled them up tightly and her lips protruded through the thin material. Finally, there was an unmistakable sensation of her panty material when it rubbed directly against her most sensitive flesh that was her own new secret pleasure. She thought about what had happened in Joseph's car a great deal, but with each passing hour, details faded from her memory, particularly the intensity of the sensations. Maybe it was the liquor ... "Do I need to be drunk ...?" she wondered. ************************** Dining OUT Tiffany and her dad made a striking looking pair as they approached the maitre d in the fancy New York supper club. Ben, president of Adams Imports, wore a gray silk Brioni suit and looked the part of CEO of a multi-million dollar import empire. His daughter, Tiffany, however, took the prize. She got to dress-up tonight, one of her favorite things. Ben was leaving for the continent later and he wanted to take 'his favorite girl' out for a fancy dinner before abandoning her again. Tiffany wore a dress that her father had bought her for her senior prom at the end of the school year. It was a $4500 Dolce & Gabbana little spaghetti strap number in pink that ended about a foot above her knees. The dress was made from a wonderful soft, silky material that moved with her body and swung out when she spun dancing the way the old time poodle skirts did. Sewn randomly into the material of her dress were the equivalent of a thousand tiny diamonds that picked up whatever lights were burning and reflected them back haphazardly on everything in the room. Even without a body that could stop traffic, Tiffany dancing owned the attention of everyone in the room. She always felt and acted like a princess when she wore it. A sparkling tiara in her jet black hair had been the perfect accompaniment on prom night. She had decided to include it tonight. It wasn't really appropriate for dinner out, but Tiffany had learned long ago that fashion eccentricities were not only forgiven but admired when practiced by the rich and beautiful. Since she qualified on both counts, she didn't hesitate to take her outfit over the top with the tiara. To finish off the ensemble she donned delicate pale pink lace gloves. She had applied a special pink lip gloss that she had made up for her at an expensive New York boutique to exactly match the delicate pink of her dress. The tiny amount of blush that she wore also mirrored the dress. The pink highlighted and contrasted with her rich sun tan, giving her an absolutely striking appearance. She looked as lush and fertile as Ceres, the goddess of the harvest, herself. No boots tonight, she wore platform sandals that had been dyed to perfectly match her dress. They stretched her leg muscles and accented their slender well-toned length - and rich tan. Of course, the delicate beautiful colors were really frosting on the confection that was Tiffany Adams. She stood 5 feet 6 inches high in her bare feet. Her just-short-of-shoulder-length jet black hair had been expertly-coiffed by one of New York's finest stylists to frame her delicate features. Her large, slightly oversized pale blue eyes made her look younger than her 18 years. Her lush cupid's bow lips stirred the hearts of every man who cast his eyes on them. Last but not least, her 35-23-34 figure guaranteed she would burst into the consciousness of every man in the room. Tiffany knew that and liked it, too. She lived for it. After they were seated, she excused herself and walked across the club to the powder room to see that everything was in still in place as far as her hair and makeup were concerned. She knew full well the power of her appearance on men and the stroll to the 'Ladies' was her way of letting them know she had arrived. Her walk was almost a prance as she stepped to her destination. There wasn't a male eye in the room that didn't check her out and lusted after her ... more than a few females did, too. The beautiful young girl moved like a symphony in a suntan. The pink, soft subtle tones of her dress complemented her skin tone perfectly. Her long legs were exposed to a large extent with the shortness of the dress and the platform sandals also worked their magic on her supple long legs. She wore no bra, but the dress had built in support that accented for perfectly formed firm young breasts. By the time she had completed her inspection in the ladies' room and returned to their table, everyone in the place had gotten more than one look at the gorgeous young creature. ********** Tiffany sat in the booth with her dad, Ben Adams. The room was pretty well illuminated for a supper club. Almost fully lit like a restaurant. Because Ben was getting ready to leave on another extended trip overseas, he had invited Tiffany for a 'night out.' He would leave this very evening in order to land in Europe first thing in the morning. She and Daddy often dined out together. He asked the usual perfunctory questions about her day and she gave the cliche responses. No new ground was ever explored. Each worked the room in an unique fashion. Ben visually scoured the tables to see if any business contacts were around. He didn't want to neglect them. Tiffany looked around to see how many admirers she had gained this evening. She felt herself preening. When eyes touched her, she always knew .... her willing subjugation to Joseph seemed far in her past right now ... but he wasn't. Involved in their meal and social minuet, neither Tiffany nor her dad had noticed the pair of hunter's eyes that feasted on young Tiffany at this moment. Joseph Adeosun sat just three tables away ... there was a large African American man with him. One of the servers approached Tiffany's table with a water pitcher. Barely looking at him, she pointed to her 3/4 full glass and said something to her daddy. The boy, not much older than Tiffany, hastened to refill her glass. He struggled to keep his eyes from wandering over the gorgeous girl displaying the tops of her perfect breasts and delicate tanned shoulders in the delicious dress who paid him no heed as he did her bidding. Joseph conferred briefly with his associate then they both rose and approached Ben and Tiffany's table. Ben spotted the large man first. "Joseph ... is that you?" He cried jovially, rising to greet him. Tiffany glanced up ... she felt her heart stop in her chest. God, there he was ... larger than life itself! "Yes, I just got in this afternoon." he answered. "Thought I would wait a respectable length of time before calling you." Joseph's eyes remained locked on Ben's as if the beautiful Tiffany were not even present. "Can you join us," Ben asked, gesturing. "We were just getting ready for our coffee course ... you remember my daughter." "You don't think I could forget her," he said, finally acknowledging Tiffany and looking into her eyes. "Good evening, Tiffany. You look like a princess in a fairy tale." Tiffany smiled up at Joseph ... her mouth too dry to speak. Why was her heart pounding so? The beats in her chest felt so strong, she thought the others at the table could hear them. After introducing his companion, Mr. Washington, around, Joseph said, "You know, Ben, I don't remember if I ever told you how impressed I was with your daughter's intelligence and interest in Africa .... We had a wonderful conversation that day." Tiffany's dad smiled broadly, "Well, she's a smart little cookie. I know that..." "An exquisite dresser, too," Washington added. "That outfit she's wearing cost more than some people in Africa earn in a year." "Wow. Hear that, Tiff," Ben said, into dad mode. Turning to Joseph, he added, "She's a great kid, but sometimes I fear she doesn't appreciate how good her life is. Your friend's observation was very insightful." The object of the conversation, Tiffany, was still struggling to catch her breath and locate her composure. What was it about Joseph that touched her so intimately ...? "Well," Joseph said, "I have a daughter around the same age and I understand what you're saying about young people appreciating privilege. However, the advantage privileged youngsters have is that they can dress down and be regular kids. But, regular kids can't move up to privilege in any easy way." "Good point," Ben noted. "I am a Tiffany fan," Joseph said, "I can tell you she demonstrated an awareness and sensitivity about Africa that was very impressive in the time I spent with her. I bet she will surprise you, too." He turned to Tiffany who had regained some of her lost composure. Looking into her eyes with his knowing smile, he said, "Tiffany, tell your dad the name of the largest mountain in Africa ..." The words "Mount Kilimanjaro" spilled out of her lips, almost before Tiffany comprehended the question. Although Joseph sat across from her at the table, she felt exactly as if he had reached over and begun casually caressing her right breast with his big hand ... just as he had in his Rolls. God! He's handling with my breast right in front of daddy! Screamed inside Tiffany's head. Meanwhile a tsunami of arousal swept over the young girl's body. The temperature of her breasts rocketed. She felt as if Joseph were fondling her with daddy watching all the while! At the same time, her little pink nipples burst into startling erections, straining against the fine cups of her dress/bra. She dropped her hands below the table to hide their trembling. "That is very impressive, Tiff," Ben responded. Joseph, on a roll, continued. He very much enjoyed toying with Tiffany while carrying on a seemingly innocuous conversation with her father. "Do you remember what cuntry Mount Kilimanjaro is in?" His eyes glanced at each of her breasts in turn ... as he had fondled them in his car when the two of them first discussed them. Thankfully, her tan and the room's lights hid her embarassment. Again, her body responded as if Joseph were actually fondling each of her breasts while Daddy looked on! He had handled her in his car that day, too and drove her out of her mind with passion, but, there hadn't been an audience that afternoon. "Mount Kilimanjaro is in Tanzania in East Africa," she managed to pronounce through a dry throat. She could feel warming below her waist ... Ben sat back in his seat. "I am very impressed. I could have answered that one, but only because I have been there. Tiff, I am really proud of you." Her father's words only added to Tiffany's arousal. She felt like he was condoning Joseph's touching her .... Sitting at the table dressed up to the hilt and feeling a growing sexual excitement, Tiffany had a difficult time responding ... Joseph smiled. "Here's one that I bet your daughter will surprise you on. I would also bet you might not know it .... I will give you both a hint," he said, "It's very wet down there .... " Looking directly into Tiffany's eyes, he added, "What is the lowest point in Africa?" Tiffany's heart pounded to bursting in her chest. When Joseph had taught her about the lowest point in Africa, he had his hand pressing between between her legs which she had willingly spread open for him .... It's very wet down there ... my God, he knows ... he always knows" she thought, realizing that her panties had grown damp from Joseph' s effect on her. "It's ... Lake Assal," she said, her heart thumping, her palms sweating .... She couldn't bring herself to look up into Joseph's eyes. Ben laughed. "Joseph, you are dead right. I know Lake Assal, but I didn't know that it was the lowest point." Tiffany couldn't have spoken if her life depended on it .... She felt like she was being molested right in front of Daddy's eyes and he was just looking on, not understanding. The image electrified her. She felt her breasts swell and her nipples strained against their partial cups. Below her waist, she sensed real heat and total moisture. She could feel herself lubricating ... Perhaps unknowingly, Washington deflected the conversation. He had grown up dirt poor on a farm in Mississippi. Nonetheless, he had enjoyed it, enduring hard work and long hours tending the animals. "You wouldn't believe how smart they can be. We had one pig, a sow, that could do tricks." "You're joking, right?" Ben asked, laughing. "It's the God's truth," Washington said, raising his right arm. "She would sit up and beg. We taught her to chase her tail like a dog. Lots of things. She followed me around like a pet ..." "But how...?" Genuinely confused, Tiffany managed to enter the conversation. "Corn cobs, dear," he said. "That old pig loooooved corn cobs. She would do anything to get one." The answer stunned Tiffany. The image of the gross fat pig and the phallic image of a corn cob caused her to gush into her panties. Incredibly, the subject had veered completely from Joseph's manipulations of Tiffany in his car, yet it had a powerful erotic impact on her. She sympathized with the dumb animal. Washington started talking business with Ben. It seemed he was another moneyed prospective customer to Ben's firm. He wanted to meet tomorrow to press on further. Ben said he couldn't possibly because of his European trip. He explained that had been the reason that he and Tiffany had come out. In fact, he still needed to call a car to take Tiffany home. Joseph couldn't believe his good fortune .... He said to Ben, "I still have my Rolls here, Ben. If it is all right with you, I would be happy to take care of Tiffany for you. I think she enjoyed her ride last time." Ben looked at his daughter. This would be a simple solution .... He was too involved in his business dealings to notice the signs of sexual arousal evident on Tiffany. Tiffany said through the lump in her throat, "Sure ... daddy." Joseph had managed to insert himself into Tiffany's libido again and had created a raging sensual inferno inside her. The richly dressed young beauty was almost rocking in her seat to accommodate the flames raging through her steaming young loins. Washington accepted Ben's offer to continue their conversation while driving him to the airport. They all made their way to the exit after their coffee course. Tiffany kissed her daddy goodbye and waited with Joseph as the Rolls approached. "That dress is a lovely shade of pink," he said. "It complements your tan perfectly." "Thank you ..." she said, standing in a condition of extreme sexual arousal, again struggling with her composure. Her body had swelled in places that made her dress and underwear feel like continuous caresses ... her legs nearly trembled with anticipation ... "I'm sure you wore panties to match," he said, looking into her eyes. His casually mentioning her panties stunned Tiffany and she felt herself gushing into them in response. For an instant she felt like she was standing in front of him wearing only her panties while he casually looked her over. His words made her feel like he had actually reached under her dress and caressed her panties - every square millimeter of them - while the two of them stood outside the club waiting for his car. The juxtaposition of the public situation and the totally private question also impacted the girl. Her eyes dropped in acknowledgement as she couldn't speak through a dry throat... "Good," he said as his Rolls Royce approached. "I know you're going to show me just how well you were able to match them." His words continued to stimulate her. He acted so casual and certain about her availability to him ... and, of course, he was right. Tiffany could barely walk as Joseph opened the door to the very expensive car for her. She climbed in the rear on the passenger side and Joseph closed the door behind her. He then walked around and gave instructions to the driver before entering on the opposite side and sliding next to her. "Show me, Tiffany. Show me what a good job you did matching your panties to your dress before you came out in public tonight," he said, turning on a light in the rear. The blackened rear windows guaranteed them privacy. Tiffany set her tiny purse beside her and slid her dress up so that a small amount of panty showed ... Tiffany's Lessons Begin Ch. 06 "You can do better than that ...." Tiffany had suffered from a brief attack of self-consciousness in the midst of her arousal, but the full impact of her situation registered on her. She sat in the same seat in which she had experienced orgasm after nuclear orgasm under Joseph's guidance. She had opened her body to him as well as her soul. Now the sense of her bond with him returned along with her arousal. She slid her hands down her sides to the bottom of her dress and slowly pulled it up her thighs all the way to her waistline revealing her thin pink panties. The material sliding up her legs caressed caressed them like a lover and sent sensual sprinkles careening through her body. Joseph looked at her panties slowly and admiringly. He noted that she had shaved away her pubic hair as he had told her to do last time. Her lips and their moisture showed clearly through the thin pink material. "I'm glad you got rid of that hair," he said. Tiffany was riding the crest of a wave of sensuality as she held her dress up and let Joseph look at her intimately. Once again, he had ignited every cell of her body and Tiffany felt like she was glowing in response to him... He gestured dismissively. "Take them off ...." Tiffany's hands released the bottom of the dress and began sliding her panties down over her legs. She lifted her sandal-clad feet to remove them and reached the small pink panties across to hand them to Joseph. He waved them away. "No ... I want to see you wear them for me," he said. "Put them on..." Confused ... but willing, Tiffany bent to slip them back over her sandals .... "Not there .... Pull them up over your face .... I want to see you to wear your underpants that way." Stunned, she hesitated only a second, then reached up and slipped the pink material over her face and head so that the crotch covered her nose and mouth. The two leg holes partly exposed her cheeks and ears while her eyes were covered by thin material that she was able to partially see through. Without any further direction, Tiffany slid her fingers back to the waistband and pulled them tight across her face. Her submission gratified Tiffany and the bizarre use of her panties over her face divorced her in a way from her actions. She was no longer herself ... her face was partially covered with her own panties ... she wore an erotic mask. "That's a good girl .... keep your panties nice and tight," Joseph said. As had occurred previously, Joseph's approval had a powerful emotional and erotic impact on her. She felt a tightness in her chest and an awakening of all of her senses as she sat there pulling her panties stretched tight across her lovely face for him. He slid next to her and placed the fingertips of his giant black hand on her forehead. He began very slowly to trace her eyebrows through her panties ... first the left eyebrow, then the right ... the gentle gestures combined with the fact that she had her underpants pulled across her face to further inflame the young girl. Tiffany leaned back against the sumptuous leather seat back and closed her eyes, sighing audibly, completely overcome by the gentleness of this black giant as he sent wave after wave of sensations rippling through her ... Using only one finger, Joseph continued at a snail's pace to trace each eye ... then around to each ear. Tiffany's ears were exposed through the legholes of her panties and the flesh responded vigorously to Joseph's very light tracing. Each ear received total attention from Joseph ... Tiffany turned her head when he finished her left ear to afford him access to the other one ... purrs issued from the girl's throat as Joseph applied layer upon layer of arousal to her ... He traced tenderly over her nose and each nostril, then slid down to her lips ... ever so slowly and tantalizingly his finger began to follow the sensual cupid's bow shape of her lips .... Every millimeter of surface of Tiffany's face yielded up thrills that shot through her body and stoked the cauldron bubbling between her legs ... Tiffany moaned and opened her lips and followed Joseph's finger trying to slip it into her mouth ... "No ... no," he said and pulled it out of her reach, "no sucking ... yet." She closed her mouth reluctantly, desiring only to obey Joseph, but wanting desperately to engulf his finger. This restraint had a startling effect on Tiffany. Instead of distracting her from her arousal, it excited her further. The tension she generated keeping her mouth closed translated into further arousal by her hot young body. Her purrs turned to moans ... as Joseph's finger moved maddeningly slowly across her lip line ... she yearned to open her mouth and suck... the muscular tension fueled her own growing excitement. Joseph's fingertip slid patiently across Tiffany's lips. He was amazed again at the power of her libido.... He drank in her beauty as he gazed at her crowning tiara which was now covered by the thin underpants pulled across her face. The haughty angel with the delicate lace gloves on wore nothing under her dress which she had pulled up to her waist for him. He enjoyed looking at her flat stomach which was heaving now with her heavy breathing ... and the beautiful naked lips which she exposed to him.... Nothing like a $5000 Dolce dress to set off a cunt for display, he thought .... Part of him wanted to feel her up and take her roughly. He was sporting a giant erection that he wanted to jam up inside of her. He knew she would probably welcome that in her current state of arousal, but another part told him to restrain himself, take it slowly, not to rush. There would be much more for him if he did. Part of it almost mirrored the sensual punishment her was administering to her. He decided, at this point, to listen to the latter. Her moans had thickened ... she sounds like an animal, he thought. Joseph's holding back and his imposition of restraint on Tiffany were taking their toll on both of them. As Tiffany's arousal escalated, her purrs evolved into moans which seemed to be issuing from lower in her throat. Her hips were rocking as she rubbed herself into the seat. She couldn't use her hands to touch herself down there because they were still grasping her panties tightly across her cheekbones. He was dying for contact on his huge rockhard erection. "Kneel down here," he said, sliding over so she could kneel between his legs on the big car's floor. He reached down and arranged himself so that his erection ran up his stomach the length of his zipper, inside his pants. Tiffany knew instantly what he wanted. Without losing her grip on her panties, she slid to her knees between his legs and pressed her panty-covered face against the front of his slacks. Here was the physical contact she had craved and she lost herself in pressing her beautiful face against Joseph's huge erection. She slid against it, never losing contact, from the top all the way down to the bottom, she turned her face and did it again ... over and over ... side to side ... up and down ... every variation. Tiffany gave herself up in this moment of powerful sensuality against Joseph's groin. There was no past; the future did not exist.There was only this giant rod that she couldn't give up contact with for a heartbeat. Every cell in her body felt like it was in flames. Her voice had deteriorated from moans to animal grunts.... Joseph marveled at the young beauty kneeling before him laboring against his crotch. It felt magnificent, but what he was watching was even more incredible. The young sophisticate in her ridiculously expensive outfit had lost herself rubbing her face against his cock ... love those gloves ... again he thought, she sounds like an animal ... she acts like an animal .... She moaned deeply pressing her face against his erection. "That's a good girl," he said patting the top of her head like a pet. Tiffany melted further into Joseph's will at those words which she was barely able to hear over her own grunts. And suddenly her image and actions struck Joseph. He realized that she had, in her lust, galloped past tender arousal into utter animal lust ... "You're like a hungry little pig," he said to her. "Aren't you?" He rubbed the back of her head as he would an animal. Tiffany grunted in answer as her face measured Joseph's erection with her face. "Are you a little pig?" he asked. She snorted her assent. Joseph followed her lead. "Good piggy," he patted her head again as she mashed her face against the front of his slacks. "But, wait," he said, thoughtlfully. "Tiffany is no name for a pig .... We can do better than that. Let's see, what can we call you, little pig?... You want that big black corncob in my pants, don't you, piggy?" The girl responded with grunts and snorts ... burrowing her face against his erection. "I know," Joseph said. "We'll call the little pig Jemima. That's a good name for a pig. Do you want that big corncob inside my slacks, Jemima?" And the beautiful young girl on her knees before him answered her master with the snorts of a pig as she rubbed her face and twisted against the huge bulge. She rolled her shoulders to press her breasts against his legs. "I wonder how smart my little pig is," Joseph mused aloud while Jemima snuffled her face against his erection. "Can she do tricks? Sit up, Jemima.... No more corn for a while ...." Jemima reluctantly pulled her face away from the front of Joseph's crotch and sat back on her heels. Joseph reached into her purse and rummaged to find her lip gloss. "Give me those," he said, holding his hand out for the panties. She released her grip, slipped the panties away from her face and handed them to him. "As the saying goes, 'let's put some lipstick on this pig ...'" He handed her the lip gloss. For a fleeting second Tiffany wondered how she would apply her lip gloss with no mirror or applicators.... But Jemima understood instantly. She stuck her thumb inside and smeared it across her upper lip. She did the same for her lower lip, leaving a streaky pink oval smeared around her lush lips. She looked up quickly for Joseph's approval. Joseph peered down at the beautiful face with lipstick smeared across like some erotic clown ... or an obedient pig might do. He patted her head, "Good little pig ... very nice job... maybe more lipstick will make you prettier." The little pig who had been Tiffany felt herself gush between her legs at her master's approval. She stuck her thumb in and smeared more around her upper lip then did the same on her lower lip, widening the smeared circle around her mouth. She didn't consider for a second that she was ruining her delicate lace gloves. "Good," Joseph said. "I like a smart little pig. Now let's get this out of the way." He reached over and flicked the straps of her dress off her shoulders ... with a single motion he slipped her top down and her perfect firm breasts sprang free exposing her naked nearly to her waist. Joseph marvelled at the physical contradiction of the large perfect globes that burst forth from her delicate frame and stood straight up. The girl he was turning into a pig looked mouth-wateringly sexy with her expensive pink lip gloss smeared across her lips ... her diamond tiara framed her face ... lace gloves wrapped her delicate hands ... and wondrous firm young breasts dangling in front of him. Jemima leaned forward slightly and moved her shoulders alternatively making her breasts swing for him ... the little pig wanted him to like them. Joseph reached over and casually took her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed firmly and twisted it, sending electric shocks through her body. He handled her left nipple similarly with the same effect on her .... She sucked in her breath deeply with the shock of pain and pleasure simulataneously. Joseph unbuckled his belt and pants and slipped them down to his ankles. "Take them off for me, pig. I have a new trick for you ..." She bent to obey him, reaching down and removing each of his shoes, then sliding the pants and undershorts over his large shoes. She sat back again waiting for his next command .... "Okay, little piggie. Time for a new trick." He pulled her slightly forward so that her breasts swung free. He placed the 12 inches of his erection in between them. "Now squeeze them together, piggie. let me see how well my pig can titty-fuck." The coarse words cattle-prodded Jemima. She immediately brought her two arms up along her breasts and trapped his erection between them. Joseph lay back against the seat and observed her performance. She had him locked between her breasts and hunched her body up and down to create friction. Because of his size, she was able to kiss and lick and take his tip into her mouth on her downstroke .... "Nmmmm .... Nmmm ...." came out of her throat as the black shaft barged against the front of her mouth over and over ... Joseph let the aroused little pig demonstrate her skills for several long moments until he felt himself approaching a climax ... "Okay, piggie... enough .... Now show me how much of that lipstick you can kiss off on my balls." He leaned back further and grasped the bottom of his huge cock. His huge hand covered the lower part of his erection, but his balls were presented before her like two huge black eggs. Jemima didn't hesitate. She reached down and cradled them in her hands, then followed with her face. Over and over, she kissed and licked at the two egg-sized globes in her hands ... moans poured out of her throat as she kissed and slavered hungrily, but ever so tenderly .... The orbs had a musky smell and kind of salty taste ... delicious to a slavering pig ... Joseph enjoyed the tender loving attention Jemima was lavishing on him with her lips and tongue.... holding his balls delicately in her gloved fingers. He really liked the view of the tiara on top of her head as she knelt before him. Her full lips looked incredibly sexy with her expensive pink lip gloss smeared across them .... When he could stand it no longer, when he had to restrain himself from jamming into her mouth, he said, "Very good, little pig. I think you are ready for your reward .... Do you want your big black corn cob now?" Jemima looked up into his eyes and grunted imploringly .... She would have died for it .... would have killed to get at it. He took her panties again and wrapped them around his erection at its base. "Hold on to it with this, pig." Little Jemima wrapped her gloved hands carefully in the panties and grasped the base of Joseph's huge organ that way. She held the 12 inch rod with the big tip in front of her and began kissing it slowly, letting her lips open with the kiss. Over and over, she slowly kissed her way down to her pink panties at the base. They were a soft cool contrast to the hot hardness she was holding and kissing. Then she started over and equally slowly kissed and licked her way up to the tip. She kissed around the head and let it slip inside her open mouth. She kissed and tongued the first two inches of the huge rod, moaning and grunting into it. Then she began kissing and licking her way down the shaft. The little pig Jemima had lost herself in her actions. The pounding of her heart created a beat for her actions. Nothing existed in her consciousness except slavering over the hard shaft she held up inside her pink underpants wrapped at its base. "French kiss the tip some more, piggy ...." And, Jemima licked her way to the tip and slipped it into her mouth. Her tongue circled around it as she accepted two inches inside. Around and around her tongue slipped, serving her master ... moans gurgled out of her throat as she labored. "Good pig," he said patting her head and causing her to gush again. "Now show me how far my little piggy can take her corncob inside her mouth," he said, appreciating the way her smeared lipstick-covered lips were stretched around him. Jemima sat up and craned her neck so that she could push her head straight down on the huge rod. She took it at least six inches in before gagging ... her tearing eyes looked up into his ... she raised her head then went down almost seven inches before gagging again ... tears ran down her face from her efforts. Joseph patted her head, "Good pig," he said. "I can see you will need to practice so you can take your big corn cob all the way into your throat... suck it now, little pig. Show me how you love it." And Jemima did, amid mewlings, and moanings and grunts, the beautiful girl with the $5000 dress around her waist on her knees licked her way up and kissed her way down and finally took four or five inches into her mouth and sucked like a hungry pig .... all the while holding the shaft up from it panty-wrapped base like a big black flag pole. Joseph put his hand on the back of her head as he felt himself approaching his peak ... "UUHHHhhh ... uuuuhhhhh," he said as he spurted over and over. Jemima managed to keep the shaft buried in her mouth for the first two spurts which she swallowed ... the next two she took on her face, gasping for breath as she extracted the rod from her mouth and directed it around her lips. "That's my good little pig," Joseph said thickly. "Now clean up your corn cob ... you don't want to leave a mess." Jemima took the deflating shaft back into her mouth and circled it with her tongue over and over, then she removed it and rubbed it lovingly against her the flesh of her cheeks and forehead ... looking up into her master's eyes with his ejaculate spread over her face. "Good little pig ... smart little pig," Joseph said patting her head. "You are going to learn lots of tricks for me aren't you?" His fingertips spread his viscuous fluid around her face like fresh makeup. Jemima moaned her assent. "Now climb across daddy's lap, piggy. You are going on a little ride." Jemima climbed up across his bare legs and positioned herself so that her backside, which was barely covered by her short dress was exactly on his lap. Her long legs stretched her platform sandals to the door. Her head was just reaching her folded arms as Joseph's hand rubbed her backside through the dress. Jemima moaned her pleasure at his touch ... He slid the dress up to her waistline so he could feast his eyes on the breathtaking expanse of her heart-shaped bare cheeks and her long long legs. "My piggy has long legs," he said, as his hand cupped her cheeks gently ... first the right one ... then the left one ... then his hand cupped both cheeks as his fingers slipped lower and slid across her wet lips ... Jemima moaned again and rolled her hips in the air to increase his contact with her genitals ... But Joseph's hand didn't accept her invitation to slip inside. Instead, it moved lower along her inner thigh to the back of her shapely calf. The hand caressed the calf firmly for a while, then moved across to its opposite number where he repeated his ministrations. The little pig moaned and squirmed ... the black velvet caresses up her legs boosted her already high temperature and sent thrill after thrill pulsing up her legs into her very center where molten lava threatened to erupt. "MMMMmmmmmnnnnnnn ...." was the only sound she was capable of making. Joseph decided to grant his little pig an orgasm for her obedient performance. His hands continued up her thighs ... as they neared her erotic center, she spread her legs apart and rolled her cheeks up in the air for him ... he partially accepted the invitation and let his index finger slide back and forth across her wet lips ... not entering deeply, just sliding across them and sometimes letting the center, not the tip, of his finger slip in when her lips opened... Tiffany's Lessons Begin Ch. 06 "AAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhh..." Jemima cried out and undulated feverishly against the semi-erect digit ... trying to force it further up inside her.... Her undulations were becoming violent in her lust as she sought penetration from Joseph's finger ... "Okay, pig ... time for your last trick," he said and removed his hand from beneath her ... "AAAWWWWW .... " she moaned, jerking her head back toward him feverishly. He slipped his right leg against hers .... "All right, Jemima ... show my what a good pig you can be ... hump this ..." He slipped his leg in between hers. Jemima, who with every molecule of her being that she had morphed into a pig in heat, opened her thighs to admit Joseph's large leg, then clasped her own legs around Joseph's and began pumping feverishly ... grunting as she undulated ... she felt as though her arms were just the short front legs of a pig and sought to get them around Joseph's waist as her hips humped furiously ... Meanwhile, Joseph enjoyed the spectacle of the gorgeous young girl with the top of her expensive dress down around her waist, lush breasts bouncing, and her expensive lip gloss smeared over her mouth, humping his leg, lost in blind obedience and seething lust. He smiled as her tiara slipped a bit to the side of her head ... that just made the picture more perfect ... skewed beauty ... her long legs clasped around his like the jaws of life as she ground her pelvis into him, grunting and moaning ... she still had her platform sandals and lace gloves on ... mere reminders of her cosmopolitan airs ... the surrender of her body and her dignity was without reservation ... Reaching down to clasp her aristocratic chin between his thumb and index finger, he turned her face up to look at his. Looking down into her eyes, he said, "You can come now, pig ..." As if waiting for his command, Jemima, who had been balancing on the brink of orgasm for a quarter of an hour gave herself over completely to Joseph's words as one nuclear explosion of a climax after another washed over her and through her ... she shuddered and moaned, crying out almost in pain, from the power of each successive orgasmic wave sweeping through her ... Joseph watched the young princess he had morphed into his erotic pet hump her way to blissful relief ... a litany of animal grunts erupting from her throat. The little pig climaxed herself out of consciousness as she collapsed on Joseph's lap. He leaned over, opened her dressy little purse and dug out her driver's license. He read the address and picked up the phone to direct his chauffeur. Tiffany awakened minutes before the big car actually arrived at her home. "Will any of the servants be waiting up?" she heard Joseph's voice through her semi-conscious fog. "Uhhh ... no ... not usually," she managed as she sat up and adjusted the top of her dress modestly to cover her full breasts, sliding the straps back up over her shoulders. Joseph picked up Tiffany's panties off the car seat and handed them to her. "Put them back on." She dutifully slid them over her sandals and up her long legs to caress her gently. As Tiffany's head began to clear, she was aware of a beautiful sensual lassitude lingering within her vibrant young body. Her breath had slowed from the furious gasps of earlier. She was still caught up in the afterglow of the wondrous orgasms that Joseph had granted her. Joseph was writing on one of his business cards .... Tiffany marvelled at his ability to drive her beyond anything she had ever imagined in her wildest sensual moments. How did he do it ... so effortlessly?... she wondered as she straightened out the remainder of her clothes and tiara. He finished his notation and closed up the pen. He folded the card in half lengthwise. Holding it in front of her, he said, "I have a phone number on here. Call it tomorrow at 10:00 AM.... Can you remember that?" "Yes ..." she said and began to reach for it. "No ... " He leaned forward and lifted her little dress up to her waist. He reached over with the card in his hand and pulled the waist band of her panties open and dropped the card down inside. "This way you will know exactly where it is when you get upstairs," he said. The card landed at an angle inside her panties and a corner stuck into her flesh down there painfully. Her immediate reaction was to reach down and adjust it, but a second later, she realized it was Joseph's own business card sticking into her very sensitive flesh which was no longer covered by hair and she gushed into the already wet crotch of her panties. She loved the exquisite pain he had allowed her to take away with her. She hoped her fluids didn't smear the ink. The car pulled up into the large circular driveway of the Adams estate.