Chapter 1

Tiffany runs straight into the kitchen. On the table is a plate of eggs, toast and a couple pieces of bacon. She scoops up the bacon and a piece of toast.

When will Mom listen? I hate the taste of eggs!

Tiffany then runs out of the kitchen, grabbing her jacket from the hook and down the stair to the door. “Mom! I’m headed to school!” she shouts.

Grace hears the door to the apartment close and smiles. She had hoped to be finished before her daughter left. At least she had time to make her breakfast. Her demon god here lately demands so much from her.

After Grace’s disgraceful departure from the field of archeology, she opened a flower shop. It was perfect for just the two of them. There is an apartment upstairs and a shop down. What sealed the deal for Grace was the small room attached to the shop that could be hidden if needed. And she needed it hidden.

Grace’s mind comes back to the shop. Before her is a very handsome man that had come in to buy flowers for his wife. Though he seemed very committed to his wife, Grace was able to convince him to pleasure her. It isn’t too hard considering it doesn’t take much to have a man give into his primal desires. Of course with a body like Grace’s and the look of someone half her age, it helps quite a bit too.

She reaches down and grabs the man’s cock. She hadn’t even bothered to ask his name. The cock throbs instantly to her touch. Their clothes lay neatly in a pile close to the door. Grace pulls the man in close by his cock and kisses his neck.

“I want...” she says softly.

Her voice is muffled against his skin and it makes his cock jump in her hand.

She kisses her way up to his lips, flicking her tongue over them before lightly biting them. Her finger moves through the hairs on his chest as her other hand works his cock lightly and delicately.

“I want your cock...”

She pulls his cock in a series of quick movements, jerking him. She kisses his neck again and takes hold of his wrist. Firmly, she guides his hand over her breasts, down her belly and then to her pussy. She holds it there, guiding his hand so that it moves gently over her pussy, stroking her. She is wet, dripping wet.

And just when the man shows the slightest hint of curling his fingers in toward her pussy, she guides his hand away from it, over her hips and onto her soft ample ass. Still holding his wrist, she guides his hand over the soft roundness to her ass crack, making him stroke her there.

“I want your cock,” she repeats in a whisper, “right here.”

She still jerks him, slowly rubbing his cock with even and deliberate strokes. The man reaches down and gently coaxes her hand from his cock. It springs out of her grip and twitches in the air. Grace bends over an empty table that she uses when she works on her plants. The man scoots toward her, a perfect height for what it is she wants from him. His cock bobs before him as she gazes up at him with a wicked smile that plays along her lips.

Standing behind her, the man strokes his cock between her cheeks, teasing her. When his cockhead lightly grazes her asshole, she cries out softly. As he rubs his cock across it several more times, Grace begins to push back against it. The man probes her gently but it is too tight and his precum isn’t enough. So he lowers himself down, bringing his face level with her taunt ass.

He kisses her cheeks. He pokes out his tongue and lightly traces it over her skin, leaving wet traces behind. He licks and kisses her and takes her soft flesh between his teeth, biting down gently. He snakes his tongue further in between her cheeks. They are already slight parted so he spreads the further apart with his hands. Her asshole becomes exposed. It looks delicate and small and so tight.

She wiggles her hips invitingly before his face. So he plants a tiny kiss, soft and teasing on her puckered hole. It contracts visibly, tensing up instinctively. He slides out his tongue to flick the very tip of his tongue over her tight hole. It remains tightly closed to the man. He licks it, his wet tongue slides over her sensitive hole with rhythmic sensitivity.

He pushes his tongue forward and for a few seconds, her ass resists his intrusion and opens just a little, allowing his tongue to slip inside. He penetrates her as far as he can. Her asshole is tight and constricted. He pushes into her, gently tongue fucking her. She pushes back against him and moans softly. She works against the man in her own delicate rhythm, pushing back against him with every stroke of his tongue. He pumps her with his tongue in slow, firm strokes to match her rhythm. With his tongue inside, he tries to lick, to explore and to get deeper into her ass. She jerks and moves, doing all she can to get his tongue deeper inside her.

When the man stops, Grace makes a disappointed sound. She remains in position, her head and shoulder firmly on the table, her breasts smashed beneath her and her ass thrust out salaciously. The man’s cock is aching now. It is as hard, twitchy and throbbing in the air before him. He can’t wait any longer, so he presents his cock to her ass, positioning it deliberately between her wet cheeks. She looks so filthy, her ass pushing out to receive his cock so eagerly.