Brad Harris - The secretary_s vacation

She was going to be fucked! She was going to be fucked by a boy she had met only two hours ago. She had refused to go to bed back home with the boy who wanted to marry her, the boy she was probably going to accept. She had refused to let Brent Richards get into her pussy, yet she was on the verge of spreading her legs for this stranger. It didn't make sense. It made no sense at all.

Sheri McAlister thrust her tits against the adoring hands as the slender, black-haired boy thumbed her nipples into humming anticipation. Her blouse was unbuttoned, hanging loosely on her arms. Her bra, long ago released to allow his roving hands access to the throbbing globes, was twisted about her neck. Sheri tingled as he leaned his face back to her breasts and sucked frantically on a heaving tit.

"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed, twisting and writhing in his arms as he held her against him on the bed. "Ooohhh."

This wasn't like her, not like her at all. Sheri was not virgin, but she wasn't an easy lay either. How did she let herself get in a situation like this?

It was Marianne's fault. It had to be. If the buxom brunette hadn't talked her into coming to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, she wouldn't be in this situation. It was also Brent's fault. It was because of that last night with Brent that she had complained to Marianne. Her regular boy friend had come on just a little too strong to suit her. He had almost broken down her resistance, he had his big cock out of his pants and was trying to get her panties down when she fought him off.

"No!" she hissed as she stood up and faced him. They had come in after a movie and had sipped coffee in her apartment. She sat on the couch and cuddled with him for a while, letting him caress her tits and stroke along her thighs. This night, however, he tried to go after her with greater intensity than ever before. Brent talked her into playing with his cock while he opened the top of her dress and fingered her bare tits. The well-endowed young blonde found herself responding excitedly to his loving. Brent sensed it, too. The feel of her ripe boobs, the satin touch of her thighs, the soft scent of her perfume had his cock excited enough. When he felt her nipples harden and heard her breath come in short gasps, his prick leaped out of control. He ran his hand beneath her panties and fingered the moist pussy. She shuddered as he worked her clit roughly. Sheri felt him turn her down onto the couch and start pulling her panties down her thighs, bringing his huge prick up to her cunt.

"No!" she gasped as she faced him. She had twisted in frightened effort from beneath him. She stood facing him, her panties almost to her knees, her dress hanging loosely on her. "That's far enough!" she spat at him. "You know I don't want to go all the way."

"Honey," he protested. "What's a little fuck, anyway? I love you. I want to marry you. What's wrong with getting in a fuck or two to get the edge off our passions?"

He reached up and took her hands gently. His cock still stood upright before him, shuddering ominously as it stuck out of his open fly. His eyes were pleading as he pulled her back onto the couch beside him. He didn't try to take her back in his arms, though. He sat there with that hurt, anguished look on his face, waiting for the chance that she would give in.

"Oh, Brent," she sighed. "I know how you feel about it. I know how everyone feels about it. I know that everyone else fucks a guy if they like him at all. I'm sorry I'm this way. Please don't think it means that I don't like you. It's just me the way I am."

The hurt look remained in his eyes. She thought for a moment that he was going to pull her down and force her to fuck. His muscles flexed, then relaxed. Brent dropped his eyes from hem and slowly pushed his cock back in his pants. He sat there for a minute before sighing disgustedly and getting up to leave. Sheri walked to the door and stood waiting for him to kiss her good night. He patted her cheek with his hand, looked at her with that same anguished expression, then walked out and closed the door.

She started to open the door and call him back. What was the use? Unless le was calling him back to give him his fuck, why call to him? The lovely blonde walked to the couch and sat down, disgusted with herself. She should have given him some pussy. She would have eagerly, except for too many memories. She had been hurt too deeply to let herself get caught up in another relationship like that one. No, Brent could accept her as she was or he could walk out of her life. She didn't want another affair like the one she had finally gotten over. No way!

Yet she was letting this stranger slowly remove her clothing as his cock now waved before her eyes. The blonde looked at her hands as they pumped the big pecker. When had she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants? She couldn't remember exactly. She held the hot prick, letting its glowing heat excite her hands while he stripped her panties from her legs and pushed his face between her thighs.

She should have refused Marianne when the brunette suggested this trip. She had told the girl about her problem with Brent. They sat at their booth during lunch while the blonde related the problem of an adoring boy friend who had the hots for her pussy. Marianne had reached across the table and laid her hand on top of the blonde's.

"What you need," she smiled, "is a break. You need to get away from it for a few days. I was thinking of asking you to fly down to New Orleans with me this weekend. Ever been to Mardi Gras?"

"To what?" Sheri looked at the brunette questioningly. She had heard of the quaint celebration the Southern duty put on once a year. Somewhere, way back, she vaguely recalled a movie about it. It had never seemed to her, though, that it was anything worth taking a trip to see.

"Mardi Gras," Marianne repeated. "Carnival! It's the biggest free show on earth. Everybody goes absolutely wild. Everybody acts as crazy as they like. It's a few days of just letting yourself go. Seems to me that you could use something like that right now."

They talked further, the brunette convincing her that they should try the experiment.

Maybe a few days in an atmosphere of careless frivolity would do her some good. She had some days of vacation left her at the office. She didn't think the boss would mind. He could find a substitute secretary easily enough, she was sure. By Thursday night it had all been arranged. The girls worked half a day Friday, then caught their plane for New Orleans. As she stepped out to get in the limousine for the ride into the city, the blonde never dreamed that in another six hours she would be half-undressed while a black-haired boy from Indiana was preparing to give her a thorough fucking.

"God!" he gasped as he lifted his face and looked down at her. "God, what a gorgeous woman! Never thought I'd hit it this lucky when I drove in yesterday."

Her slacks had been tossed to the side after he pulled them from her. He now eyed her pussy where moist cunt hair sparkled beneath the gossamer-thin panties. Sheri shuddered in anticipation as he caught the delicate nylon and began pulling them down her hips. His hands brushed along her thighs as he drew the panties off. His face came down again, this time to her thighs. He kissed softly, sensuously, sending chills through her as he moved along the thighs. He kissed upward towards her pussy and let his tongue begin to dart about her skin. Sheri twisted beneath him, her body pounding with increasing desire.

This wasn't right! This was no way to begin her small vacation. She had come down here to escape the physical claims of one man. Leaping immediately into another's arms was a hell of a solution. Sheri tried to get herself under control. The blonde struggled, searching for the strength to resist Lee's advances. She was trembling as his lips reached the lips of her cunt. She was shaking, but not out of fear. He had her as horny as he was. Her body was aching to feel his cock fill her pussy. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to feel the swirling ecstasy of an orgasm.