Nick Eastwood - Widow on the make

Then he started sawing his stiff cockshaft over her clit and she howled with delight. She wins getting double the pleasure now, her cunt and clit both stimulated. She was rocketing helplessly towards orgasm, and she knew she couldn't hide her pleasure this time. She worked her hips greedily to Tony's hard rhythm.

Then abruptly he stopped. He held still, his enormous hard cock throbbing inside her. Dotty whimpered with frustration. She ached to feel that hot friction in her pussy, and she was dying to feel his cockshaft rubbing her clit.

"Please," she whimpered.

"Please what?" Tony rasped, leering down at her. "If you want any more, baby, you gotta tell me."

So this was his moment of triumph. Of course Dotty could still cheat him of it and say that she didn't want his fucking, but that would have killed her. She was seconds away from coming.

She'd been needing this orgasm for three long horny months.

So she swallowed her pride and moaned, "Fuck me, Tony, please fuck me!"

"Yeah," he grinned, "that's it. Good girl. Here's your reward."

He tightened his grip on her writhing ass and started pounding his cock into her again. This time Dotty had no pride at all. She jerked her hips frantically to his movements, and she soaked his pile-driving boner with floods of molten pussy cream. She wailed her pleasure as he hammered her to the edge of orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh, God, yessss, fuck meeeee!" she wailed. "Oh, shit, I love it!"

And Tony loved her surrender. Grinning like a maniac, he went into high gear, fucking her with all the speed and strength at his command. That final volley was all Dotty needed to go flying into orbit, her cunt exploding with pleasure.

"Ahhhhhh, you did it, I'm cominggggggg!" she screamed. "Unnnnhhh, God, whaahhhhh!"

She forgot everything else for long delicious moments as the long-overdue climax ripped through her body. She bucked and convulsed and sobbed. Almost blacking out with ecstasy, she realized just how starved she was for sex with a man.

She'd been having sex with her own fingers ever since Hank died, but obviously it hadn't done much for her. It was only a temporary relief for her fiery lust. The lasting relief was in fucking a real-live partner. She couldn't do the job alone.

As she finally came down from the powerful orgasm, she felt Tony's cock still rock-hard inside her. "One for the road," he leered.

"Yes," Dotty whimpered, "yes, Tony, fuck me again!"

She was being shameless now, but she just couldn't help it. After going so long without a man, she wanted to gorge herself on all these delicious sensations. Tony's cock began to piston inside her again, and she mobbed with pleasure. She fucked back at him, jerking her hips greedily.

"Yes, yes, you big bastard, fuck my brains out!" she wailed.

Tony's eyes gleamed with lusty triumph. He growled and fucked into her harder and harder, till she thought the cot would collapse under them. If it did, she knew, they'd go right on fucking, not missing a beat. Neither of them could bear to stop now.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" Dotty groaned.

She screwed her eyes shut and forgot everything but the wild pleasure she was getting from Tony's huge pile-driving cock. She forgot her guilt, her vows, even Hank. She was pure animal now, her mind closed to everything but coming.

Arching her body steadily, she took Tony's mammoth boner deeper and deeper into her seething greedy cunt. She'd just finished coming violently, but already she needed more. She wondered if she could ever come enough to make up for those sexless months.

"Do it to me, Tony," she sobbed. "Make me come!"

He loved to hear her beg for it. It spurred him into even harder action. His steel-hard cock shaft jerked over her swollen clit and plowed to the sizzling depths of her pussy. It was a relentless, almost savage fuck, but that was how she craved it.

She felt a gigantic explosion of pleasure tearing through her body, shaking and rocking her.

At almost the same second Tony yelled and began jetting his thick scaring come into her womb. They were coming together in a violent mutual organ.

"Take it, baby, unnnnhhhh!" Tony bellowed.

"Yessss, cream meeeee, aaahhhhh!" Dotty wailed. "Ohhhhhh, God, so fucking good, aaaahhhhhh!"

In spite of all her struggles and protests, she hadn't hidden a thing from Tony. He knew how desperately horny she was, how much she needed a man. Dotty had to face those facts herself. She'd succumbed to the first wan who came on to her.

If she was that horny, she was going to have one hell of a time staying faithful to Hank.

Dotty couldn't face Tony again, so she left her job at the cafe. A few days later she managed to get work as a file clerk in a small office. Her new boss was an attractive middle-aged man named Dick Morgan.

Mr. Morgan noticed Dotty right away, and he couldn't keep his eyes off her. The tall, beautiful blonde widow was hard to ignore. Morgan was always happening by when she was working, chatting with her, looking down the front of her blouse.

"The boss has the hots for you, Dotty," laughed Irene, the receptionist.

"I wish he didn't," Dotty sighed. "I jut want to do my work and get my paycheck. I'm not interested in romance."

"I'm afraid you can't escape, honey," Irene told her. "He's made a play for every girl in this office. But it's not really so bad. He takes you on nice dates, and he's not bad in bed, either."

Dotty blushed. "You mean…?" she stammered.

Irene wasn't embarrassed. "Yeah, I made it with Dick a few times," she said. "But you can't expect anything permanent with him. He's a human rabbit."

Dotty wasn't thrilled with any of this news. She'd just escaped one lecherous boss, and now had another. She did her best to stay out of Morgan's way, but it was no use. He was determined to come on to her. Then came the day she dreaded, when he asked her out on a date.

"How about dinner with me tonight, gorgeous?" he leered.

"No thank you, Mr. Morgan," Dotty said primly.

"Why not?" he persisted. "You're not married, are you?"

"I'm widowed," she said. "My husband died a few months ago."

"Going out with anybody else?" Morgan inquired.

"No," Dotty said. "I'm not interested in dating. It's too soon for me."

"That's silly," he said. "The sooner you start living again, the better. I'll take you to dinner and we'll go dancing afterwards. Pick you up at seven."

Dotty didn't even have a chance to refuse before he marched off. She didn't see him for the rest of the day, and she knew that was on purpose. Now he'd be coming to her apartment at seven, and they'd be alone together. The guy sure didn't take no for an answer.

Dotty didn't bother to dress up, because she didn't intend to go anywhere. When Dick Morgan arrived, he found her wearing old blue jeans and a t-shirt. She stood in the doorway and didn't invite him inside.

"Hey, what's this?" he exclaimed with a grin.

"Why aren't you dressed, Dotty?"

"I'm not going out with you, Mr. Morgan," Dotty said firmly. "I'm sorry you wasted your time, but you didn't listen to me at the office."

"Oh nonsense," he said, pushing past her into the apartment. "Now I suppose you're going to tell me that you don't find me attractive."

Dotty didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Sure, she found him attractive. Any woman would. He was tall, handsome, and had a thick shock of silver hair. He was rich, too, which didn't hurt. But she still felt she had to be faithful to Hank.

"Please leave, Mr. Morgan," she sighed.

"Oh, call me Dick," he grinned.

Then he was pulling her into his arms for a hot tongue-kiss that melted her whole body. Dotty hadn't expected him to move so fast, and she didn't have time to prepare herself. She burned with lust as his tongue probed her mouth.