Part 2
The dress falls to the floor, and Colin stands before her in all his glory, his cock standing tall and proud. Heather's eyes widen, and she lets out a low whistle.
"My, my," she says, "aren't you a sight for sore eyes."
Her hand wraps around his shaft, and she squeezes gently, feeling the warmth of his skin. She strokes him slowly, her thumb circling the tip as she takes in the sight of him in the lingerie. His chest is heaving, his eyes glazed with lust.
"But," she says, a devilish smile playing on her lips, "I think you'd look better with these."
She pulls her massive tits out of her bra, letting them spill over the edge of her blouse. They're huge, the kind of tits that could smother a man, and Colin can't help but stare. She takes his cock in her hand and guides it to her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at the tip.
"Mmm," she says, her eyes never leaving his, "you taste like a man who needs a good sucking."
And with that, she takes him in, her mouth enveloping his cock like a warm, wet glove. He gasps, his knees buckling slightly as she takes him deeper, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She's good, so good, her mouth moving in a rhythm that's both tender and insistent. He feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pressure building in his balls.
Her hand moves to cup them, her thumb tracing lazy circles on his taint as she sucks harder. He moans, the sound muffled by the fabric of the dress. He's never felt anything like this before, the combination of the high heels, the lingerie, and Heather's expert mouth.
He looks down at her, her hair a wild mess as she works his cock, her cheeks hollowed out with the effort. She pulls back, her lips glistening, and winks at him.
"Remember," she says, her voice thick with lust, "you can only come if I'm looking after you."
Colin nods, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Heather releases his cock and stands up, her breasts swaying with the movement. She reaches behind her and unbuttons her blouse, letting it fall open to reveal her luscious tits. They're covered in a fine lace of wrinkles, her nipples pink and hard with desire.
"Now," she says, her voice firm, "bend over and let me show you how it's done."
Colin does as he's told, bending at the waist so that his cock hangs down, red and engorged. Heather takes it in her hand again and guides it to her tits, his cock sliding between the soft mounds of flesh. She squeezes them together, creating a warm, wet channel for him to fuck.
He starts to move, his hips thrusting forward as he fucks her tits. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a fiery need that matches his own. She takes one of her massive breasts in her hand and slaps it against his face, the nipple grazing his cheek.
"That's it," she says, her voice low and seductive, "fuck my tits like the slut you are."
The words are like a drug, sending him spiraling further into ecstasy. He moves faster, his cock sliding in and out of her cleavage, her hand working his shaft in time with his thrusts. He can feel the orgasm building, his toes curling in the high heels as he gets closer and closer.
"Don't you dare cum yet," she warns, her grip tightening. "Not until I say so."
Colin whimpers, his body begging for release. Heather smiles, her teeth gleaming as she leans back and takes his cock in her mouth again. She sucks him hard, her cheeks hollowing as she deep-throats him. He feels the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and he knows he can't hold out much longer.
Her hand moves to his ass, her fingers teasing his hole as she sucks. He tenses, the sensation sending him over the edge. He cums, his seed spurting into her mouth in hot, thick jets. She swallows every drop, her eyes never leaving his.
When he's finished, she stands up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Good boy," she says, her voice still filled with lust. "Now, if you ever want to try anything on again, you know where to find me. I work every other Tuesday."
Colin nods, his legs wobbly in the high heels. He's never felt so alive, so alive and so utterly debased. He dresses quickly, his cock still half-hard as he tucks it back into the lacy panties. He leaves the changing room, the dress still in his hand.
He goes to the counter, his cheeks still flushed, and hands her the money. She takes it with a knowing smile and tucks it into the till.
"See you in two weeks," she says, her voice a promise.
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