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.
It was happening to her again. She was going ape over the first man who touched her, a man she hardly knew. What in the world was wrong with her? She forced herself to push Dick away, even though she wanted the exciting kiss to continue.
"Let me explain something," she said. "I love my husband. He may be dead, but I still can't cheat on him. So you might as well leave, Dick."
"You can't spend the rest of your life being faithful to a dead man, Dotty," he replied. "The sooner I talk you out of that bullshit, the better."
He lunged for her, and Dotty fled. That was a mistake, because the only place she could run to was the bedroom. She intended to get in there and lack the door, but Dick was too fast for her. He caught up with her and dragged her over to the bed.
"How convenient," he chuckled.
"Dick, dammit, I said no," Dotty snapped. "Let go of me."
"No way," he growled, moving in for another kiss.
He rolled half on top of her, pinning her down, and then kissed her hard, cramming his big hot tongue into her mouth. With that hard male body pressing against her, Dotty almost sobbed with longing. She wished she could just let herself go and take everything Dick had to offer.
As he kissed her, her pussy swelled and steamed. Hot liquid leaked from her hungry cunt and soaked her slit. Then she felt Dick's cock swelling against her leg, and she struggled with herself, aching to grab for his cockmeat.
She kept reminding herself that Hank had been dead for only three months. Surely she could control herself longer than that? But Hank had spoiled her, too. He'd gotten her used to expert love-making every day of her life.
Dotty had had her sexual needs fully and deliciously satisfied throughout her marriage, and then suddenly one day she'd been cut off. When Hank died, so did her life. It was driving her crazy to do without it and she was proving that right now.
She was squirming, moaning ad creaming like mad as Dick gave her that sizzling long tongue-kiss. By the time he came up for air, her panties were wet with her squirting cuntal cream. She hoped he didn't see the hot longing in her eyes.
"Dotty, you're a fantastic-looking woman," he said hoarsely. "I'm sorry, but I can't keep my hands off you. And you need a man, honey, you have to admit that."
"I'm not ready yet," Dotty whimpered. "I couldn't do that to Hank."
"We'll just see about that," Dick smiled.
He pushed up her t-shirt and unhooked her bra. Dotty gasped and blushed as he uncovered her magnificent thrusting tits. He slid his hands under the full tit melons and hoisted them, testing their weight. Dotty watched her light pink nipples stiffen as he fanned them with his hot breath.
His tongue shot out, and he started licking her supersensitive nipples. Dotty couldn't stifle a little squeal of excitement, but then she grimly clamped her jaws shut. She wasn't going to let him know how aroused she was.
That turned out to be damned difficult. Dick was pretty good at what he was doing. He wasn't like Tony at all. He didn't force her or overpower her. He just used his experience, getting her more hotly turned on by the second.
He ran the stiff wet tip of his tongue around her nipples, exciting them into stiffness. He sucked one nipple, then the other, making Dotty cream in hot helpless spurts. Her tits swelled up even bigger and fuller.
It was so much fun having a man play with her tits again. Hank used to spend hours at it. She wished she could just relax and enjoy someone else besides her husband, but she couldn't get Hank out of her mind.
"Oh, please, Dick," she moaned, "Don't do this to me. I feel so damned guilty."
"You mean because I'm turning you on?" he smiled. "Why feel guilty about that? It only proves you're alive and normal."
He started kissing and licking his way down her body, from her big swollen tits, over her ribs and belly, down to the waistband of her jeans. Deftly he unzipped her jeans, opened them, and kissed the hot silky flesh above her bikini panties.
Dotty could have groused with frustration. She wanted him to go on, kissing lower and lows, till he reached ha fever-hot pussy and satisfied it. She ached to come. She felt like she'd explode with lust if she didn't get some satisfaction. If only she were free to let herself go!
Now Dick grasped her jeans and panties and started tugging them down. Dotty whimpered and tried to stop him, but he was stronger. He whisked her bottom clothing off and ogled the pretty golden triangle of her cunt bush.
"Dick, that's enough," she moaned.
"Oh, no it isn't, baby," he growled. "It's not nearly enough."
He pushed her legs apart and slid between them, his hot moist breath tickling the swollen flesh of her cunt gash. Dotty whimpered and tried to pull away, but he grasped her thighs and held her in place. His tongue shot out, and she felt a searing rush of pleasure.
"Oh, no," she sobbed, "nooooo!"
She couldn't fight that delicious feeling. Dick's tongue was racing up and down the engorged line of her slit, stimulating the neglected flesh, and it felt fantastically good to the sex-starved young widow.
She lay there limp and panting, unable to resist. Dick was a damned good pussy-eater, as good as Hank, and she'd missed it so much. Thick molten cream poured from her famished pussy, and Dick lapped it up and grabbed it.
"Honey, quit lying to me," he said hoarsely. "You need this really bad."
Dotty couldn't deny that, but she wasn't going to admit it either. She just lay there paralyzed with pleasure, and let Dick race his tongue all over her smoldering pussy. God help her, she just had to have it.
Forgive me, Hank, she thought dizzily, I can't help it.
Dick snaked his greedy tongue into the hot folds of her cunt gash, scooping out her tangy cream. The man had a real hunger for pussy juice. He rimmed the mouth of her cunt with the tip of his tongue, and she juiced helplessly, feeding him more.
Dick was experienced with women. He knew what that helpless creaming meant. Dotty realized she wasn't fooling him at all. He could see through her protests and denials. He knew how badly she really needed his loving.
So why fight it? Dotty let her thighs fall wide open, and Dick snarled with lust. He zeroed in on the best place of all, her taut throbbing clit. He started whipping it with the tip of his tongue, and Dotty moaned in ecstasy.
"Ooooooh, God, ooooooh!" she cried.
Her face twisted with lust, and she closed her eyes tight. For a few crazy moments she could pretend she had Hank again, that it was her sexy husband going down on her. She whimpered and gurgled with delight as that stiff tongue teased and lashed the most sensitive organ of her body.
But then Dick broke the spell, as he asked hoarsely, "You love this, don't you, honey? Admit it."
She couldn't pretend he was Hank, not when he talked. "Oh, please, Dick, don't torture me any more," she sobbed. "I'll hate myself for letting you do this."
"There's nothing to feel guilty about, Dotty," he answered. "I'm just gonna go on eating you till you forget that stupid guilt."
He shoved his hands under her lustily wriggling ass and held her still. With her thighs wide open and his head between them, she couldn't escape his knowing tongue. She braced herself, vowing that she wouldn't confess her hot lust.
Dick knew her most vulnerable spot. He stiffly rimmed her pulsating joy button, making her cream huge floods of sizzling juice. He worked her clit to full stiffness, then caught it between his lips and started sucking her off.
"Unnnnhhhh, aaahhhhhh!" she wailed.
Her self-control broke, and she turned into a shameless slut. Then was no way in the world she could resist the scaring pleasure of having her clit sucked. She laced her fingers through Dick's hair and tugged at it, groaning and whimpering.
"Yesss, God, yesss!" she hissed.
So now Dick knew everything. He knew her hot need and her frantic horniness. He firmed his grip on her hot little ass and sucked steadily faster on her throbbing joy button. Dotty stopped fighting. She had to come, she just had to.
Sobbing with need, she arched her body and pressed her clit hard against his sucking lips. Each hot suck brought her closer to the relief she craved. Even Dick's obscene sucking and slurping noises were driving her wild.
"Suck me, baby, suck mew!" she howled. Those were the words she'd always used with Hank. She didn't know how to make love to any other man. She reacted just as she'd done with her husband, greedily shoving her clit against his mouth, creaming all over his face.
Now that she'd stopped resisting, it didn't take her long to come. She was like a bomb set to go off, and Dick's hotly sucking lips triggered the explosion. Her body began to convulse, and she creamed huge floods of scalding juice.
"Ohhhhh, God, yessss, I'm cominggggg!" she screamed.
Somehow Dick managed to keep his lips on target, sucking her deliciously through the long body-wracking climax. Dotty came violently, then moaned and writhed with the aftershocks. Dick finally raised his cream-soaked face and smiled at her.
"Was that so terrible?" he asked.
Dotty reddened. "It-it was wonderful, Dick," she said, "but I shouldn't have done it."
He sighed. "You still haven't learned not to feel guilty," he said. "I guess I better get back to work."
He shoved his face between her thighs again, and Dotty wept with pleasure as his big hot tongue lashed her swollen pussy. She could never get enough of that special sensation. How could she possibly give it up?
Then he started inching his tongue stiffly up her cunt. She howled and arched her body, taking the wet meat as deep as she could get it. He almost touched her womb. He began to piston his tongue up and down in her flooded cunt.
"Ohhhhh, shit, yessss!" she gasped, "do it to me, honey, fuck me with that big thing!"
She was shocked at her own words, but she couldn't control her hot passion as Dick expertly tongue-fucked her. Again she closed her eyes and submitted totally, too horny to resist. He tongued her faster and faster, working her toward another violent climax.
"Ohhhhh, shit, it's so fuckin' good!" she gurgled.
She began tightening her cunt around his plowing tongue, getting more and more hot friction. She soaked his face with her spurting cream. No way could she control her bottled up needs. They had to be released, as quickly as possible.
Dick's tongue plowed deep and hard, and that set her off. A second body-shaking orgasm ripped through her, and she threw back her head and sobbed with bliss.
"Unnnhh, yessss, you did it, whaaahhhhh!" the horny young widow wailed.
Dick tongued her steadily through her climax, making it long and hard and delicious. Dotty came as hard as she ever had in her life, and for a whole minute afterwards she gurgled and panted with satisfaction.
Then Dick rolled off her. "Honey, I think I proved my point," he said hoarsely. "Now it's time that you did something for me."