The fuck of the Irish

I've been separated from my husband for about three months. We'll probably get back together, but that is still to be determined. We have to work out a few things. It's been toxic between us.

My friend asked if I wanted to hit a bar for St. Patrick's Day. I said sure. We got alternate transportation as we knew we were going to get blitzed drunk. We went to a place that was a bit of a dive. It was two floors: a restaurant on the main floor and a bar and pool hall downstairs. The party was definitely downstairs.

We got drinks and barely had to pay for them. Guys there were buying them for us. I was braless in my tight St. Paddy's t-shirt and mini-skirt and so was my friend. My friend is a bit heavy set but has a pretty face. Her tits are way bigger than mine. We got a lot of friendly male attention and the flirting was fun.

While we were socializing, drinking, and enjoying the loud music, there was talk that there was "action" going on in one of the back rooms. We went to check it out. We walked in and there was a redhead, totally pale skin and definitely Irish, bent over a table and getting fucked. She looked maybe 30 or so. There were about five guys with their dicks out waiting for a turn. I've never seen that much ready male energy in my life. There was already a pool of cum on the shiny, black floor below her. She was dripping loads.

My friend and I watched the show and one of the guys encouraged us to join. My friend was appalled and said no way. She was waiting for her Uber to show up and was about to leave anyway. I actually thought what was going on was sexy as fuck. I love hard dicks and the looks in the eyes of the guys who caress them eagerly in search of wanting pussy. So human and so sexy. Human desire is a beautiful thing.

My friend left and I was on my own. The Irish girl finished and some of the guys were still randy. I was drunk and horny from seeing all of this. I hadn't been fucked in months and had an itch that needed to be scratched. I unzipped my skirt and took off my panties and went over to the table. It was like being devoured by a pack of loving sharks. That is the only way I can describe it: guys sucking my tits, putting their dicks near my mouth as I chose who to suck, and cock splitting the folds of my labia.

I decided I'd get a couple of orgasms and get out. It took about 20 minutes and I think about four guys fucked me by the time I reached that goal. They were nice and kind. Boys meeting Girl and being all about hitting the pleasure points. It was great sex, nothing more. I had a great time.

The only thing that pissed me off was that someone stole my panties when I went looking for them afterwards. I took a ride home in my skirt going commando. I didn't really care that much, as I was awash in endorphins, dopamine, and whatever else you get when having orgasms mixed with a large amount of alcohol.

I slept hard that night and called in sick to work the next day. In actuality, I was nursing the hangover and the very good memory of the best raw fucking of my life.

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