Nick Eastwood - Widow on the make

"Yeah?" he barked. "I'm busy."

"I'm here about the waitress job," Dotty said.

He looked at her again, and this time his eyes traveled up and down her body, so slowly and lustily that she felt like she was being stripped naked. The scowl disappeared, and he began to grin.

"You got experience?" he asked.

"No," Dotty said, "but I really need this job. I can learn. Please, give me a try."

"I need a girl with experience," he said, "but I tell you what. My assistant just quit. You can have that job. You just follow orders and work fast, okay?"

"Okay," Dotty beamed. "Thanks so much, Mr. Antonio."

"You just call me Tony," he leered.

Dotty's job was to prepare salads, chop vegetables, wash dishes, fetch things for Tony, and try to keep him from feeling her up. That was the hardest job of all. Tony couldn't keep his hands off her. He practically drooled every time he looked at her.

Dotty didn't like dodging him all the time, but she desperately needed the job, so she didn't complain. After a few days she hardly noticed it when Tony fondled her ass or rubbed an arm over her tits. She was too busy doing her job to pay much attention to the horny chef.

Then one day Tony asked her to work overtime.

"I'm catering a dinner tonight," he said, "and I need help. I'll pay you extra to stay a few hours."

Dotty agreed, even though she knew they'd be alone together in the cafe. She had to have the money. She felt nervous when the cashier and the waitresses left and Tony locked the door. She got even more nervous when he started leering at her.

"Alone at last," he chuckled.

Dotty suddenly realized that there wasn't any dinner to cater. Oh, boy, she thought, how dumb can you get? Tony had fed her a line to get her alone in the cafe. Now he started towards her, lust in his eyes, and he backed her up against a wall.

"Tony, forget it," she snapped.

"Baby, you're impossible to forget," he grinned. "I've had the hots for you since the minute I met you. You are one gorgeous lady."

He pulled her into his arms. He had the strength of a gorilla, and there was no way she could fight him off. He jammed his mouth onto hers and stuck his tongue between her lips. His massive body pinned her against the wall.

"Unnnnnhhhhh!" Dotty gasped.

Something strange was happening to her. She hardly knew Tony and didn't even like him much, yet suddenly she was shaking with lust. As he probed her mouth with his big tongue, she creamed right through her panties. Her tits swelled and her nipples stiffened.

"What in hell's the matter with me?" she wondered.

It didn't take her long to figure that out. She hadn't been touched by a man in three months, and she was starved for it. She needed some loving, needed it so badly that she was going wild over a near-stranger.

She and Hank had had a fantastic sex life, and she missed it terribly. She was so horny most of the time, she'd started playing with herself, something she hadn't even done when she was a teenager. But what she really needed was a man – and her body was proving it right now.

Tony's big exciting male body was pressing against her, and she could feel his cock swelling against her belly. She whimpered with desire, and she creamed again, soaking her panties. She ached to feel a steel-hard boner reaming her famished cunt.

But did she want to fuck Tony? The guy was a pig, a really crude specimen, not the skilled and gentle lover Hank had been. She struggled with her burning lust as Tony worked his slick hot tongue in her mouth. She was almost whimpering as she felt his cock swelling.

Finally he broke the kiss and leered at her. "I got a cot in back," he said. "Let's go there."

"Tony, no way," Dotty gasped. "I just couldn't make love with anybody but my husband."

"You didn't tell me you were married," he growled.

"He died a few months ago," Dotty sighed.

"Well, then, baby, this is just what you need," Tony said. "A beautiful woman like you doesn't have to go without loving."

With one of his big paws, ripped open the front of her blouse, exposing her fully-packed lace bra. Dotty gasped and tried to cover her tits, but he forced her arms to her sides. He bent down and snaked his tongue inside one bra cup, teasing her nipple.

"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned.

She was creaming right down her legs. Tony might be a pig, but he was turning her on, just because he was a man. She'd meant what she told him – she couldn't imagine fucking anybody but Hank. But Hank was gone for good.

Did that mean she should give up sex? She wanted to be faithful to Hank's memory, but she was so young, and she still needed sex so much. Dotty moaned in confusion and lust as Tony greedily licked her stiff sensitive nipples.

"Please, Tony, don't!" she cried. "I just can't do this to Hank."

"Baby, face it – he's dead," Tony said hoarsely. "You need a real-live guy, and believe me, I'm ready."

One look at his crotch told her that. His fly was bulging with an enormous hard-on. Dotty caught herself wondering if his cock was as big as the rest of him. Then she scolded herself. How could she be thinking such things, with Hank dead only three months?

Now Tony was fumbling with the catch of her bra. He got it loose and pushed the bra up out of the way, baring her magnificent melon-shaped tits. He gave a lusty growl and cupped the heavy tit globes, squeezing and molding.

"Ohhhhhh, nooooo!" Dotty cried hoarsely.

She couldn't keep the lust out of her voice. Tony paid no attention to her protest anyway. He went on squeezing her luscious big tits, and to her mortification her stiff nipples poked hungrily against his hot sweaty palms.

"Baby, quit kidding yourself," he growled. "You need this."

He was right about that. Dotty needed sex urgently. But she couldn't get Hank out of her mind. He was the only lover she'd ever had, and she'd never dreamed of cheating on him. Even though he was dead, this felt like cheating.

Tony leaned down and licked her swollen tits. He pushed the big tit melons together till her stiff red nipples met, then sucked both rigid nubs into his mouth. As he started sucking her sensitive nipples, Dotty sobbed with frustration. She ached to let herself go, to let this crude lusty man fuck her brains out, yet she just couldn't do it.

Her pussy had no conscience, though, no loyalty and no guilt. It went on swelling and throbbing and creaming as Tony noisily sucked her tits. Her thick cunt juice seeped through her, panties and ran down her inner thighs.

She had to get control of herself. Dotty sensed that if she didn't get away from this man, she'd be overpowered by her bottled-up needs. She pushed against his chest, pushed as hard as she could, but it was like trying to move a building.

Tony just laughed and scooped her up in his arms. "Tony, let me go!" she wailed. "I don't want to do this!"

"But I'm gonna make you want it," he laughed.

He set her on the edge of a work table and eased her down on her back. Her ass and heels rested at the edge. Tony flipped her skirt up and grabbed her panties. She whimpered in protest as he pulled them off.

"Oh, yeah," he breathed, "nice!"

Dotty felt his hot breath teasing her swollen starved pussy. She almost sobbed with desire. One of the things she'd loved most was Hank going down on her. She missed it like hell. Would she be able to resist if Tony did it to her?

She soon found out. Holding her thighs wide apart, Tony dipped his face down between them and stuck out his tongue. Dotty gasped as the hot wet meat contacted the super sensitive flesh of her cunt gash. He whipped his tongue all over, and it felt fantastic.

Dotty gritted her teeth and tried not to shout with pleasure. If Tony knew how much she was enjoying his tonguing, that would make him even more excited. She wanted to get any from him so she could think straight. But Tony wasn't about to let her go.