She showed up at the bar in a tiny green dress that barely covered her ass, nipples poking through the thin fabric like she wanted every guy in the place to notice. I was already three beers deep when she brushed past me, and the second our eyes locked I knew I was getting Saint Patrick's Day sex before the night ended. No small talk, no games. She leaned in close, breath hot on my ear, and said, "You look like you want to bend me over and fuck the luck right out of me."
We didn't make it past the back hallway. I grabbed her wrist and yanked her into the single-stall bathroom, kicking the door shut behind us. She dropped to her knees without a word, yanking my belt open and hauling my cock out. It was already stiff and leaking, and she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking hard like she was trying to pull the cum straight out of my balls. Her tongue swirled around the shaft while her hand pumped the base, spit dripping down onto the floor. "Fuck, that's it," I growled, fisting her hair. "Suck that cock like the dirty little shamrock slut you are."
She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. I pulled her up by the hair, spun her around, and bent her over the sink. The green dress rode up, and there was nothing underneath but a thin green thong soaked through. I ripped it aside and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Spread those cheeks," I ordered. She reached back and pulled them apart, showing me her wet pussy and tight little asshole. I spit on my fingers and shoved two inside her cunt, pumping fast while my thumb circled her asshole.
She pushed back against my hand, panting. "Fuck me already. I want that thick cock stretching me out." I lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, hot and slick, gripping every inch. I started pounding right away, hips slapping against her ass with wet, filthy sounds that echoed off the tile. Each thrust made her tits bounce in the mirror above the sink. I reached around and pinched her nipples through the dress, twisting them until she yelped.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck me like you mean it." I grabbed her hips and slammed into her, the sink creaking under us. My balls slapped her clit with every stroke. She reached down and rubbed her own swollen nub, fingers moving fast in time with my thrusts. "I'm gonna come all over your cock," she moaned. Her pussy fluttered and clenched, flooding my shaft with fresh wetness as she came, legs shaking.
I didn't slow down. I pulled out, flipped her around, and lifted her onto the sink edge. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I sank back in, fucking upward now so I could watch her face twist with every deep stroke. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her lipstick was smeared from sucking me earlier. I leaned in and kissed her rough, tongues tangling while I pounded her cunt open. "Take it," I grunted. "Take every inch on Saint Patrick's Day."
She came again, biting my shoulder to muffle the scream. Her pussy milked me so tight I almost lost it. I pulled out just in time, spun her back around, and bent her over again. This time I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole, pushing slow but steady until the ring gave way. She gasped as I sank halfway in, then all the way, her ass gripping me like a fist. I fucked her asshole with short, hard strokes, reaching under to finger her dripping pussy at the same time.
"Fill me up," she demanded. "Shoot that load in my ass." I drove in deep one last time and exploded, thick ropes of cum pumping into her. My balls tightened and emptied while she clenched around me, milking every drop. I stayed buried until I softened, then pulled out and watched my cum leak out of her stretched hole and run down her thigh.
We straightened our clothes in silence, both breathing hard. She turned, gave my spent cock a quick squeeze through my jeans, and smiled. "Same time next year. Next round's on me." Then she walked out, leaving me to wash my hands and wonder how the hell I'd gotten so lucky on Saint Patrick's Day.
