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Luck of the Irish...
Luck of the Irish...
Even though St. Patrick's Day is a holy day of worship for Catholics over in Ireland, it is party central here in America. When I was in Ireland a few years ago the people there do not go out partying like rockstars as we do in the states. They do that the other 364 days of the year.
So this year me and my entourage head over to the Rampart's Irish pub. Last year we hung out with the tourists over at the Tilted Kilt but it was so jam packed with out of towners we decided to go someplace a little closer to home. This Irish pub has been pretty lucky for many of us horny babes in the past so we figured why not try our luck on St. Patty's Day.
Of course I was the only member of my entourage not wearing any green. I know I should be more festive and all but if its not black or pink I'm not wearing it. As usual some drunk Irish prick comments on the fact that I'm not wearing any green. He was so drunk that I tripped him on his way to the bathroom later on that night. Hehe.
OK, as I'm scoping out the scene in the sea of drunk people, I spot the hottie that I want to fuck that night. He is with a bunch of drunks who are loud and obnoxious but he seems like he is the only one who isn't so drunk. He looked pretty Irish to me with his red hair. He didn't have freckles which is fine, I'm not really a freckle fan.
Anyway, I make eye contact with hot Irish man and I do the smile thing. That usually sends the signal that I'm cool to approach. Within a couple of minutes, I see him making his way over to me. This is working out better than I expected. He finally breaks through the crowd to come and introduce himself--"Patrick" is his name. I comment on it's his day. He then proceeds to tell me how it was his birthday yesterday too. Wow, real Irish ey?
So to make a long story short, we chat for a bit and have a few black and tans as we do so. He tells me he lives here in town and he got a late start to drinking with his buddies because of work (wow, he even has a job--amazing). After about a good 2 hours of hanging out, I pretty much come out and say, "Hey Patrick, wanna fuck an Italian chick tonight?" Needlesstosay, we said our goodbyes to our friends, hopped in my car, and drove to my house.
Once we got upstairs the clothes were ripped off and we were making out hot and heavy. This guy had a pretty long tongue, and I wanted him to use it to give me some head. So downtown Patrick went just licking and sucking on my clit. Yeah it was so fucking hot listening to him slurp up my pussy juice. He brought me to orgasm fairly quickly and wouldn't stop bringing me to more orgasms even though I was begging him to stop. Sometimes the human body can only take so much. It was soooo good I thought my head was going to explode. I truly was loving life.
After bringing me to ecstasy over and over, Patrick wanted to fuck. Him being a little tipsy was a good thing because he would have drunk dick and be able to fuck me for a long time...WRONG! Patrick was a 3 pump chump. Can you fucking believe that? He rammed his cock in me 3 times and busted his nut! What the fuck? What a disappointment. Then he turns over and says that was great sex. Uh..no it wasn't you wimp. I didn't even fucking get started. Lucky for him he was good with his tongue or else I would have had to kick his ass to the curb.
I gave him a 30 minute break before I started to get his juices flowing again. This time he managed to hold out a little longer--6 pumps this time. A whopping whole 60 seconds! I guess I wasn't so lucky afterall. Well, at least he was cute right?
Before I sent him packing in a taxi, I sucked his big dick which is something I do for my pleasure but there wasn't much pleasure in this because about 2 minutes into it, he came. I doubt if I will be seeing Patrick again anytime soon. He's cute and all but he's not so great in the sack. Now I am going to have to find another spot to hang out for St. Patty's Day next year.
Damn the luck....