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.
