Dawn came in like a fuckwit, and Grace spent a full minute flipping it the bird before dragging herself to the shower. She washed and jilled off, threw on a green Dior with spaghetti straps and a bias cut, and headed for the subway. She chatted with an old lady about her outfit, flirted with some college boys, and generally had a lovely start to her day.

Jenny smiled warmly as she entered. They talked for a minute, then the woman passed her a brown bag. “Thanks for lending me the lingerie. It didn’t fit exactly right - “ she pointed to Grace’s chest and winked, “- but my fiance didn’t seem to care.” More somberly, she added. “I took it off before we actually… you know.”

“Before you fucked,” Grace finished. “It’s ok to say it.”

Grace hadn’t lent Jenny anything, but this situation was a huge improvement over yesterday. She decided to be generous. “And it wasn’t a loan, it was a gift. I’m drowning in lace - it’d just sit in a drawer. If you go to the Sarrieri store, they can probably alter it.”

Emails ate up the first hour of her day, but the rest of the day was booked solid with meetings - all of them with Lucas.

Lucas Vandenberg was the founder and CEO of Blue Horizon, old money that could trace his Dutch ancestry all the way back to New Amsterdam. He was 52, about six feet tall - he used to tower over little Grace - and had a swimmer’s frame. Lucas always dressed to the nines and kept himself fit and well-groomed.

In short, huge silver fox energy.

Grace hadn’t really been into him before - she preferred men her own age - and he had never given the slightest indication of interest. But that was before she’d gotten the heart-shaped bottle. Now he was sending all the signals as they moved through the weekly executive meeting, and Grace started to see the appeal.

As a hot secretary, it seemed like a duty to bed the boss, and she started to fantasize about him ripping her dress off and bending her over his mahogany desk. Then she started to fantasize about putting a stockinged foot into his mouth, grabbing him by his Tom Ford tie and forcing him under the conference room table to eat her out.

“Decisions, decisions…” she mumbled.

Several people at the table turned to look at her, and she put a hand up in apology. Grace kept it under control for the rest of the meeting, but started giving Lucas the smiles and hair touching.

After the executive meeting, DeAndre had a final contract signing in the Admiral Room, a 70 million dollar deal he’d been working on for almost a year. Lucas was there too, along with the client and a fistful of lawyers. Grace flirted with both of them as they worked, though with some subtlety - she didn’t want to foul anything up. The other men in the room were certainly distracted by her, but that was just part of being a hot chick.

As they walked the newly-minted yacht owners out the door, Lucas turned hungry eyes to Grace. “Ms Stavros, could you join me in my office? I need you for a while.”

“Of course, sir.”

The pair moved to Lucas’ office on the upper level, where he spent a few moments checking his email while Grace dutifully set up her laptop. She pulled a pair of green-rimmed glasses from her purse. She didn’t need glasses, but these things should be done properly.

The charade complete, Lucas pressed the privacy button on the desk, two glass walls instantly going opaque, then turned back to her with eyes full of promise.

“Ms Stavros, I have a Zoom meeting starting momentarily, but… I’m feeling sort of tense… unfocused.”

Grace gave her sultriest smile. She liked where this was going.

“That won’t do, sir. That won’t do at all.” Grace took off her glasses then stood up and pulled the pencil from her hair. Her auburn locks cascaded down. “Perhaps I can do something to help you relax while you’re on the call.”

She leaned forward on the desk, cleavage inches from his face. “Leave the camera on.”

Lucas nodded, immensely satisfied. “Lose the dress.”

Grace unzipped and let the dress fall away, leaving her in her emerald lingerie. Then with her dirtiest look, she dropped down and crawled under the desk. She peered up at him from the floor, smirking and licking her lips, then looked down at his pants and reached for the zipper.

She paused. No fucking way, she thought to herself as she stared at the shocking bulge in Lucas’ slacks. Grace looked up again, and he smiled wickedly at her. He gestured for her to get started before connecting to the Zoom call. “Hello gentlemen, sorry to keep you waiting.”

Grace unzipped his pants, and the biggest cock she’d ever seen in real life sprang out. It was at least nine inches long, thick as a Red Bull can, with a purple head bigger than a walnut. She stroked it for a few moments, watching precum ooze out, as she tried to come to grips with its immensity.

Ultimately, there was nothing to do but to start sucking. Grace gave it the old college try, but she couldn’t take more than a few inches of it in her mouth before she started to gag. She focused on wrapping her lips around the head, bobbing on what she could as she worked the massive shaft with both hands.

It seemed to do the job; Grace watched him squirm and writhe in his executive chair, trying desperately to remain composed as he discussed quarterly expenses and ROI projections.

She pulled the monster from her mouth, to give her jaw a rest. Lucas glanced down, and Grace swirled her tongue on the head while looking him dead in the eyes, gently squeezing his balls to emphasize the point.

After a few minutes of sucking, stroking and teasing, Lucas grabbed a pen and post-it pad, wrote “on your tits,” and passed it down to her. She nodded and undid her bra, then quickly bobbed a few more times before letting go and pushing her naked breasts together. Lucas put a hand down and stroked frantically, then unloaded all over her chest, letting out a low deep moan as his monster throbbed and pulsed.

“Sorry guys, cramp. I’ve been sitting too long today - gonna have to stand and stretch. Let’s wrap this up.”

Grace licked his cock clean as he talked, then tapped his thigh so he saw her scoop the cum on her tits into her mouth. Lucas finished the call and slumped into the chair, spent.

“Goddamn Grace, that was impressive. Most women can’t even wrap their lips around it.”

“I can do better,” she mused. And tomorrow I will, she thought with delight. Then she stood up, rising between his legs while being careful not to spread the slime. From his seat, Grace towered above him. She pulled off her panties, stuffed them in his breast pocket, then sat on the desk and spread her legs, pulling him forward by the tie.

“But now it’s my turn to be the boss. On your knees, get to work.”

–

They cleaned up with baby wipes from Lucas’ desk, then spent a few minutes doing actual work before Grace left. She had been a little underwhelmed by Lucas’ oral skills - it had been fine, she’d come, but he was definitely the number three box muncher among her current lovers.

She went and found number one, and spent a marvelous half hour in the wellness room with DeAndre between her thighs. The man buzzed with excitement after closing the deal, and he licked and sucked with more gusto than ever before. Grace came twice before pushing him off, blowing him quick so she didn’t miss lunch with Mercy.

His human-sized cock was a relief after trying to swallow Lucas’ anaconda, and she took most of it before hitting her gag reflex again. He came quickly, and Grace swallowed it all down before getting dressed and kissing him goodbye.

—

“Both of them? Before noon?”

Grace smiled, nodded and lifted her iced tea. Mercy whistled in appreciation. “I guess the drought is over - now you’re swimming in it!”

“Mercy, I never intend to go another day without a long cool drink. Or two or three.” She sipped on her tea and smiled again. “My record in college was five.”

Mercy sighed theatrically. “At this point, I would take a quick sip from the bathroom sink. I swear to God, if I can’t find a decent man soon I’m gonna switch teams! Go full lesbian - Subaru Outback and everything!”

They both laughed hard at that one, Grace having to wipe away a tear.

“What I’ll never understand is how you went so long without getting laid in the first place. Look at you!” Mercy poked Grace in the boob, which made them both giggle again. “You must have to beat men off with a stick!”

“Oh, I beat them off alright.” Grace retorted, just as Mercy took a drink. Seeing her shoot mineral water out her nose made Grace howl with laughter.

“Yeah, yeah, very funny. The very soul of wit.” Mercy dabbed at her shirt, trying to clean up the mess. “But seriously babe, how do you do it? You’re juggling three men at once, getting railed six ways from Sunday - and looking like a runway model while you do it! What’s your secret?”

Grace’s salad fork paused halfway to her mouth, the smile draining from her face. “I don’t know, Mercy. I really don’t know.”

“I wish I did.”

—

The heart-shaped bottle sat in the moonlight, and Grace stared at it as she paced.

“What’s your deal, sinister bottle of dark secrets? What’s the catch? What’s the cost?” She’d asked variations of these questions for several minutes, but the bottle refused to speak.

Grace didn’t know what to do. Part of her was screaming to stop - this was unnatural, this was wrong, this was a fucking monkey’s paw.

But another, much larger part of Grace, simply groped her big tits and reminded her that she’d had three orgasms before lunch - and Edison was waiting to give her a few more.

Grace stared at the ceiling, sighing and groaning, paralyzed with indecision. Finally, she moved. She grabbed the bottle and squeezed out a drop.

“I want to be the fucking master of oral sex - the best in all five boroughs. Fucking zero gag reflex, you hear me!?”

The blood and honey exploded in her mouth, and she fell to her knees as her mind flooded with knowledge - everything there was to know about sucking dick and eating pussy downloaded into her brain at speed.

“Oh wow - I hadn’t even considered cunnilingus. I just meant giving head. I’m not really into - ”

Grace stopped mid sentence. Her head filled with the alien sensation of transformation. She ran to the bathroom, and watched with shock as her lips swelled up. In the space of five heartbeats, she went from a pair of kissable lips to full-on DSLs, thick and pillowy without looking unnatural - the kind of lips porn stars would pay a million dollars to buy.

“Holy shit,” she breathed - then realized that something in her mouth felt different. Grace stuck out her tongue… and then kept sticking it out. Her tongue was outrageously long, at least twice as long as it used to be. A titanium barbell protruded from the middle of its insane mass.

“Oh my god!” She swirled it around her new lips, entranced. They were sensitive, far more than before. The feeling was delicious.

Obscene possibilities filled her imagination. Morbidly curious, she pointed her tongue upward, and poked the tip of it into her nostril.

“O I Od!” she repeated, tongue still stuck in her nose.

The spell was broken by her phone buzzing. Edison was on his way to the bar, and couldn’t wait to see her. Grace stared at it for a long moment, licking her massive lips with her giant tongue.

“Turn into the skid, girl. I’m sure Edison will like it.”

They met at The Wren an hour later, and when they kissed Grace stuck her tongue as far down his throat as she could. He came up for air, shocked and gasping. “Wow.. Hello to you too Grace!”

A few old fashioneds helped melt away Grace’s apprehensions, and a few aspirin helped with the headache. ~~What do I have to worry about? The doctor is trying to help me, You're sure of it. Just enjoy the ride…~~

“Listen Grace,” Edison took her hand, shaking her from her pondering. “I’m not gonna be around tomorrow night - nephew’s birthday party - but I thought maybe we could go out on a date Saturday? Like, a date-date? Dinner and dancing kind of date?”

“Why Edison… are you getting all sappy on me?” Grace moved his hands to her new lips. “Not satisfied with fucking me stupid every night?” She took one of his fingers into her mouth, sucking gently on it, swirling it with her incredible tongue.

He moved to explain, or maybe apologize, but Grace laughed and released his hand before kissing his cheek. “A date sounds wonderful. I’m partial to karaoke. As for tomorrow, I’m sure I can entertain myself.”

“But let’s focus on tonight. Order us another round and let’s go. I have something new to show you…”

The pair knocked back their drinks and headed into the night. Grace felt the final drink swirling in her brain, mixing with the perpetual drum beat of her lust, and halfway to Edison’s apartment she was burning with drunken desire.

The moment she spotted a secluded gap between apartment buildings, she grabbed Edison’s arm and dragged him inside. She kissed him hard to keep him from shouting, her new mouth particularly adept at this trick. After a moment, he took the hint and grabbed her ass to pull her in close.

They made out for a minute, hands exploring, then Grace fished out his cock and started to stroke. Edison shuddered, and Grace stepped back and scrambled out of her dress.

She had gone commando tonight, anticipating this moment, and stood naked before him in the moonlight, save for her thigh-high boots. His eyes went wide, flicking to the sides to see if anyone was watching.

Grace pressed her phone into his hand. “Film,” she commanded, then squatted down and buried his cock down her throat. She saw the light of the screen as she deepthroated him, easily swallowing every inch. She looked up as she worked, seeing herself effortlessly bob up and down his entire length, pillowy lips wrapped obscenely around its girth.

She stuck desperate fingers in her own pussy as Edison huffed and groaned. Grace envisioned herself in a porno, pumping and sucking under the hot camera lights, gangbanged by a half dozen studs at once, a film crew recording her wantonness to post online for the whole world to see.

She timed Edison’s orgasm to her own, precisely calibrating the motion of her mouth and tongue to give her maximum time to get off. The moment she felt the wave rise, she squeezed her lips tight and ran her tongue stud along Edison’s entire shaft. The man wordlessly moaned and exploded in her mouth, his cum spilling out as her mind faded into pleasure.

“Oh my fucking goddess,” he whispered, sliding to the ground. Edison sat stunned for several heartbeats, slumped against the wall, before he could speak again. “That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life…”

Grace lay against the opposite wall, naked and panting, legs spread, cum on her face and staring into the sky. “I’m such a whore,” she said with deep satisfaction.

—

For once, the sun had the good sense to stay away, and Grace slept until her alarm. The noise and gloom of the rain were a comfort, especially with the hangover she had.

She got ready, rewatching last night's perversity as she masturbated, then dressed and left, black raincoat clinging to her curves.

Jenny greeted Grace as she hung up her coat, revealing her skin tight business suit, black tie lost in her cleavage, the ‘vest’ closer to a corset. There were emails to answer, then a sales pitch with DeAndre.

She toyed with him as he worked, rubbing a finger against her fat lips and sucking on a pen from the back of the room. He was mostly unphased, though he had to pause for water when she slid the pen up and down in her cleavage.

As they escorted the clients out, DeAndre discreetly slid a hand down the back of her pants and squeezed her ass. “I’ve got the wellness room booked at two,” she promised, then moved to Lucas’ office.

They started with an hour of actual work, a conference call with an Italian shipwright. Grace was mostly a good girl - this was an important call involving huge sums of money - but as things drew to a conclusion, she started playing footsie with his cock under the table.

“So, what’s next on the agenda, sir?” Grace looked at him over her delicate glasses, nibbling on the end of her pen.

Lucas templed his hands in front of his face, mischief playing in his eyes. “A zoom call with my ex-wife and her lawyer.”

Grace let out a loud ‘hah!’ and leaned back in her chair. “This is kinky, Lucas. I love it. But I brought my A-game today, and I’m betting you can’t keep a straight face on camera.”

“Ok - what are the stakes?”

She smiled, knowing he was cooked. “You win, you get anal after the call. You lose… you gotta wear my g-string the rest of the day.”

“Deal.” They shook hands. “Now get naked and under the desk. I’m gonna start the call.”

Grace did as ordered, giving Lucas a little striptease as he connected and went through the pleasantries. Then she crawled across the floor, slowly, ass swaying hypnotically as she inched towards him. She paused to put her g-string on the desk before disappearing beneath.

“Maurine, I have already made a liberal settlement - it’s not my fault you built on a flood plain.”

She undid his belt as he argued, pulled out his fat cock and spit into her hands. Grace stroked and lubricated, strings of saliva hanging from her lips. Lucas was cool as a cucumber, not so much as glancing down as she worked.

Then, once she knew he was properly lubed, she ran her enormous tongue up the length of his shaft, dragging the tongue stud the whole way. That got his fucking attention. He looked down, trying to keep cool.

Grace winked at him, and in a single motion swallowed all nine inches in one go.

Lucas’ eyes popped in shock, and his whole body tensed as she started deep throating him, pumping back and forth as casually as drinking a glass of water.

(Grace was fairly certain she’d dislocated her jaw to stuff it in, but there wasn’t any discomfort and the motion was smooth and automatic - so what Lucas didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.)

“Um.. umm.. What?” Lucas turned panicked eyes to the computer screen and Grace doubled down, making sure to keep the tongue stud working, taking a deep breath every few strokes without breaking rhythm. “I.. the insurance… what about the insurance?”

He tried for a minute to get a grip, but when Grace moved the tip of her tongue to his ballsack with his cock still sheathed in her throat, Lucas was done.

“I’vegotanemergencyherecallbacklater!” He pounded on the mouse frantically and looked down in awe. “How… how… how…” he repeated, over and over, for what seemed like forever as she worked. Then he stopped talking and just groaned, a loud deep growl of animal pleasure. He gripped her head and came hard, Grace feeling it throb all the way down her throat.

Grace pulled back, his slime-covered cock emerging from her mouth with an audible pop. She spent a second flexing her jaw back into place, then smiled at him and caught her breath. She slid up naked before him, wiped the spit and cum off her lips, then jammed her fingers in his huffing mouth.

“I told you, I brought my A-game today. Yesterday was just a warmup.”

Lucas dutifully licked her fingers clean, still slumped in the chair. “Oh my god, that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life.” His eyes rolled up to take in her flawless body and devilish smile. “How would you like to be the next ex-Mrs Vandenberg? I’ve gotten very good at buying bad women big houses.”

She put her legs up on the arms of his chair, grabbed a condom from her purse. “You have exactly ten minutes to get hard, get naked and fuck me. Eat me out while you pull yourself together.” She held up the g-string in triumph. “Then it’s dress-up time.”

Grace emerged half an hour later, smiling ear to ear. Lucas might not know how to eat box, but he definitely knew how to fuck. She worried she might not walk straight after a fucking like that - and next time, if she could, she’d make him try again until she definitely couldn’t.

—

DeAndre wasn’t as good a lay as Lucas, but he was miles ahead in the pussy eating game. Grace let him play to his strengths, and the pair sixty-nined in the Wellness Room, mouths working as hands groped and squeezed.

She took things slow, teasing him for long minutes, keeping him right on the edge for as long as possible. It was only after her second orgasm that she finally polished him off, pulling his cock free to cum all over her tits.

He rolled off and stared blankly at the ceiling, fuses totally blown. He lay there for so long that Grace actually got a little scared - she crawled over to him, just to make sure he wasn’t having a stroke or something. DeAndre slowly focused on her concerned face, and gave a weak thumbs up.

“Oh my god…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Grace interrupted, smiling. “That was the best blowjob you’ve ever had in your life.”

He nodded like an idiot. “You wanna move in with me?”