That had been ten years ago, and now Dotty Evans was a widow. She and Hank had had a wonderful decade together before he was killed in a car wreck. Widowed only a few months, Dotty just didn't know what to do with herself.
She was in her late twenties, still blonde and gorgeous, but her whole life had been Hank, and she'd counted on being married to him right to the end. She'd never looked at another man, and she'd never considered a career for herself.
That was just the problem – Dotty had no job skills at all. Hank had wanted her to stay home and care for him, and she'd loved doing it, but now she wasn't prepared to support herself. Hank had left only a little money, and now it was gone.
So one day Dotty found herself out looking for work. There wasn't much she could do, just cook and clean and shop, but she had to get a job. The refrigerator was almost empty, the rent was due, and her bank account was a joke.
After a couple of hours of walking around the city, she saw a sign in a cafe window, "Waitress Wanted." She had no experience, but she had to try. She went in and asked the cashier about the job, and the woman directed her to the chef. Dotty made her way timidly to the back of the cafe.
The chef's name was Antonio, and he was working all alone. This obviously wasn't a very big operation. Antonio was a big, powerfully built man in his thirties, balding, with biceps like basketballs. He glared at Dotty.
"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.
His hot tongue snaked into every steamy fold of her cunt gash, tickling and teasing. He whipped the hot meat up and down over her starved pussy, and she creamed helplessly. Tony gave a lusty growl and gobbled her musky juice.
"You like it, baby," he rasped. "You're all wet for me."
"No," Dotty lied. "Please, let me go!"
Tony's response was to jam his mouth onto the most sensitive spot of all, her swollen throbbing clit. He caught the tender nub between his lips and started sucking it. Dotty almost flew off the table, the pleasure was so violent.
"Nooooooo!" she wailed, creaming all over his face.
Tony just chuckled and went on sucking her pulsating joy button. Hank used to do that to her, and it drove her wild. The effect was the same now. Damnit, she just couldn't help herself. She was way overdue for this.
Okay, so she couldn't resist the pleasure, but at least she could hide her response from Tony. She promised herself that she wouldn't make a sound or a movement when she came. That way she'd at least save her pride.
Dotty closed her eyes and clawed at the table. Tony was sucking faster and faster on her nearly-exploding clit, and it was all she could do not to howl with delight. She felt the pleasure building in her pussy till she could hardly contain it.
If only it were Hank going down on her, not Tony. But those days were gone forever. Dotty just wondered what Hank would think if he could see her now. Would he feel cheated, or would he urge her to live and have fun?
It was hard to say. Neither of them had expected him to die so young. Dotty only knew that she felt guilty about making it with another man. But it was hard to go on thinking about Hank or anything else as Tony sucked her right to the brink of orgasm.
Helplessly she arched her body, shoving her hungry clit harder between his lips. She just had to get off, or she'd go crazy with frustration. A second later she felt the delicious explosion in her joy button, and she clamped her jaws shut to keep from moaning.
The long overdue orgasm ripped hard through her body, and though she managed to keep quiet, she couldn't control her lusty convulsions. She couldn't stop the sizzling flood of cunt juice that splattered Tony's face. The pleasure was so intense, she almost blacked out.
Then she dizzily heard Tony growling, "You came, damnit, I know you did."
Dotty opened her eyes and looked at him defiantly. "No, I didn't," she lied. "Why don't you give up, Tony? Just let me go home, and we'll forget about this."
He grinned evilly. "You're quite a little bullshitter, you know that?" he chuckled. "But I'll get to you. I'm a very patient guy."
Dotty groaned as he thrust his face back between her thighs. She couldn't take much more of this. Her lust was so powerful, it would carry her away, and she'd lose all shame. She shuddered and whimpered as Tony's huge hot tongue lashed her pussy again.
How was she going to hide her pleasure? She'd just come very hard, but already she wanted more. One orgasm wasn't going to take care of the lust she had stored up. She'd been horny for three months, and she needed all the orgasms she could get.
Now she had her chance, because Tony seemed famished for her pussy. He whipped his tongue over every swollen throbbing inch of it, gobbling her tangy hot cream. All she had to do was give in to the pleasure, relax and enjoy.
She really wanted to, but she couldn't get Hank out of her mind. It seemed strange and wrong to have another man eating her pussy and giving her hot pleasure. Again she struggled to cool her wild passion, and again she failed. She felt Tony sliding his big fat tongue into her cunt, and she knew she'd lost the battle.
"Ooooooh, God, ooooooh!" she howled.
Hank used to do this to her, and she could never resist it. Now it was Tony's wet throbbing tongue cramming her cunt, but the results were the same. Dotty went out of her mind with excitement, creaming and writhing and whimpering.
Tony snorted lustily, knowing her self-control was gone. He cupped her churning ass and pulled her pussy tight against his face, shoving his tongue into her as deep as it would go. Dotty wept with ecstasy, completely stuffed with throbbing tongue meat.
Then he started fucking her with it, plunging his tongue stiffly up and down in her starved little pussy, giving her blast after blast of pleasure. Dotty was only human, and she was starved for loving. She howled and wept with relief.
"Ohhhhhh, God, aaahhhhhh!" she cried.
Tony pistoned his tongue fast and hard in her seething little box, and she arched her body to take the wet meat as deep as she could get it. All that mattered to her now was coming. She steadily tightened her cunt around Tony's jerking tongue, getting the hot friction that would lead her to climax.
"Ooooooh, shit, unnnhhhh!" she sobbed. She spread her thighs even wider, and Tony hit bottom with his hard-spearing tongue. It touched off an explosive climax that ripped through her body. She splattered his face with her molten come-juice.
"Unnnnnhhhh, fuck, whaahhhh!" she screamed.
Tony went on working his tongue deep and hard in her cunt as she climaxed. It was a long, hard and delicious come for the young sex starved widow. But just as she finished, Tony scooped her up in his arms and leered at her.
"You wanted that, all right, baby," he growled. "No more games. Let's get down to some serious business."