I have a penchant for traveling and being a sexual freak with locals in whatever location I may be at. I’ve always loved to share my stories in person with friends and always wanted to share some on a more public forum so hopefully you like this one and I can share more in the future for you!
This particular story comes from a very fun trip I took backpacking across Europe when I was 22 as a college graduation gift to myself. My trip started in Iceland and ended in Switzerland and overall I went to 9 countries in 7 weeks and made it my goal to.. fuck a local in every country… and although I didn’t fulfill the goal completely, I did very very close!
Here’s a condensed version of the time I was passionately fucked by a very accomplished and older barrister while in Dublin, Ireland.
After traveling for close to 6 weeks, my trip was coming to a close and I was getting sad at the prospects of going back to my boring life in midwestern america after weeks of frolicking through historic and lively cities meeting and bonding with people from all across the world. After Ireland, I was to fly to Zurich for a few days before heading home and facing the reality of a bleak job market for a new grad with an obscure bachelors of science degree. I was determined to enjoy the rest of my time in Dublin with my little little remaining cash and now no connections as the friend I made when I arrived in Ireland a few days prior was off to Belfast while I stayed in Dublin. Which was fine because I was definitely looking for dick.
The day before I was meant to leave Dublin for Zurich, I realized that I hadn’t fulfilled my goal on the Irish leg of my journey-to get some Irish dick before leaving Ireland. I’d never fucked an Irish lad before and really want to So mid day on a gloomy day, I took my phone, grabbed a book (game of thrones clash of kings, I know I’m nerdy) and a case of Guinness and sat in the common room at my hostel and started scowering Tinder to find someone interesting to fuck on my final night in Ireland. After a few hours, a few beers and some good conversation, I set my sights on an older (late thirties) distinguished, intelligent and accomplished barrister-I’m talking white wig, white collar and black gown type of barrister in his official attire, type of barrister.
Although he wasn’t typically my type, I was attracted to his properness and extreme difference in lifestyles, I was a broke new college grad, outgoing, wild, impulsive living out of a carry on sized backpack for weeks in cheap sometimes dirty hostels while he was a wealthy, well spoken, well dressed and hung around in a crowd of people that I just didn’t interact with often, if ever. He had a typically Irish name, thick dark brown hair which was perfectly styled, bright blue eyes-like myself, a cleanly shaven face, pale skin, a delightful non overpowering cologne scent, broad shoulders, larger build-picture a fit dad bod, strong, muscles while also soft, just over 6 ft and impeccably dressed. Donning a three piece suit, custom made for a perfect fit, a watch that was worth more than my car and impeccably shined leather shoes than matched his navy blue suit perfectly.
We decided to meet after his work day ended outside of his work building in downtown Dublin, and mind you this was a work day and he had to work the following morning so we had a limited amount of time. While waiting to meet up with him, I dressed up as best I could, which was hard as I only brought a backpack on for my entire trip. I picked a low cut black and white striped sundress, let my long curly hair go naturally wild, put on the little make up I had left and put on the only cute pair of shoes I could fit in my backpack-black thick heeled ankle boots. Naturally I continued to drink until it was time to meet him and I ended up making new friends with some Canadian travelers at my hostel. I ended up taking a few shots and getting pretty tipsy. Hey, when I’m Ireland, right?
By the time he finished it was getting dark and progressively more rainy so as I stumbled down cobblestone streets in heels with an umbrella that couldn’t withstand the wind and rain, I finally made it to the outside of his workplace, tipsy from the day of drinking at my hostel, and pretending to look at the internet on my phone which didn’t pick up service there while I waited for him to leave the building and meet me on the now brutally wildly and rainy street in downtown Dublin. I waited for close to 10 minutes in the weather and When finally he walked out of the building, I was half surprised he was exactly who he claimed to be and as he described. He gave me a huge hug on the streets, apologized for having to finish up one last thing at the office, and without hesitation kissed me in the rain under his umbrella. I could smell and feel his wealth and status, and could sense his confidence from that hold and kiss. I could also feel his semi hard large cock through and knew he was excited to see me. After we rightly embraced and kissed on the street under his umbrella, he whispered in my ear, in a thick Irish accent and sweet tone, “let’s get out of here, love” and grabbed my hand and walked me a short distance down the street to a swanky hotel bar. As we sat at the bar, I could tell I was completely out of place-the people that surrounded us were all clearly established business men and women, also dressed in suits and expensive dresses, and I could also tell that many people were looking at us, probably only me because at this point I was nearly soaking from the rain and was very out of place.
Sitting at the dark carved wooden bar, facing each other, my legs were dangling from the barstool entertained between his as I got lost in his accent. I let him order my drink as I was still really tipsy and didn’t care at that point and he got us each a glass of expensive whiskey neat which being a 22 year old, I was used to cheap vodka and boxed wine, so after we cheers and tasted the alcohol.. I quickly shot the rest of the glass because I couldn’t handle the rich taste, to which I was sweetly scolded and informed that’s not how to enjoy a glass of nice whiskey.
While talking, his hand slipped up my dress up my inner thigh until I finished another glass of whiskey that cost more than a night in the hostel I was staying at. I tried to fit in and tried sipping it but, he could sense I didn’t like the taste. As we spent the next hour making small talk with his hand continued to wander he disappeared to the restroom, and came back with a key to a room. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the elevator so we could get to our room. While riding the mirrored elevator alone, we passionately kissed and his large hands grazed over the side of my chest and up to my neck Which he firmly grasped as he kissed me deeper. As the elevator opened, he led me to our room which had a large king bed with a plush white down comforter and fluffy pillows and dark marroon accents, it was small but modern and upscale, I layed back on the bed and was enjoying how comfortable the bed was after weeks on sleeping on shitty hostel beds for weeks. And As I was laying there, in my dress nearly exposing my tits at this point, he began taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his vest buttons and I couldn’t help but start to slowly rub my clit through my dress. I don’t know why, but watching him as he calmly and slowly took off his vest, then unbuttoned his sharply pressed white collared shirt as he watched me, gently rubbing myself, was super hot. I was desperate for him to touch me more. He was teasing me, as he stood there, on the side of his bed, taking his watch off and placing it on the table next to him as I grew more impatient as the smirk on his face grew wider.
Wearing his suit pants only, he crawled on top of me, slowly getting up to my chest where he then started to kiss my neck while exploring the rest of my body with his large, soft but firm grasp. As his continued to deeply kiss me, his hand roamed under my dress and found my dripping wet pussy under my black lace thong. As he kissed my neck and tenderly rubbed my pussy through my panties, he listened to my moans and smoothly pushed my panties to the side with his finger and pushed two large finger deep into my pussy, reading my body and what it wanted. My back arched with the curve of his fingers as he found my g spot faster than any man before had ever for me. As he moved and kissed further down my body, I was floating as his finger continued to tickle my g spot until his mouth finally met my throbbing clit. he continued to finger fuck me as he sucked on my clit and It only took a few moments for me to cum, which made my pussy so wet, literally dripping that when he took his fingers out I couldn’t help but suck off my juices and deep throat his two fingers that just fucked me so good. After swallowing his fingers, I started to return the favor as we shifted positions. He laid on his back, still wearing him navy suit bottoms I crawled on top and could feet his rock hard thick cock begging to be let out of his perfectly fitted suit pants. Straddling him, still wearing my dress but my tits popping out of my bra, I unclipped my bra and pulled down my dress so my tits and waist were on display as I deeply kissed him, his neck and made my way down his modestly hairy chest and down his hard body until I made it to his hard cock through his pants. As I unhooked his pants and pulled down his designer boxer briefs, his exceptionally hard and throbbing cock, both larger than average in length and girth cock came to view and I immediately put it in my mouth, swallowing it and listening to him moan. his hand firmly grasped my hair, guiding me to take his cock deeper until I gagged and realized I had completely deepthroated his large cock. I was so entranced in sucking and pleasing him, I never realized I could deep throat that well until that day, and when I took his cock out of my mouth, he quickly sat up, with his feet off the bed and without any words, looked me deep in the eyes, smiled and told me to get on my knees so he could watch me suck his cock even better. I happily obliged and got on my knees, between his legs with his pants still around his ankles, I smiled and pulled them off for him and kissed his shaft. Licking it from his balls to the head while keeping eye contact. Smiling at me, he ran his finger through my hair and pulled my face onto his cock, guiding my mouth up and down his hard dick. with his grasp in my hair, I could feel his cock swell as he guided my mouth to fuck him faster and choke on his cock until I felt him softly groan as he came in the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop, licked the remainder from his cock and the rest that had dropped down my cheek. As his grasp gently released from my hair, he caressed the side of my cheek and in his soft tone and sweet Irish accent, said, good girl. He grabbed me from the shoulders and pulled me from my position on my knees to straddle him again and we passionately kissed and repositioned ourselves back on the bed with me on top.
I could tell this man had stamina as his cock was already hard again as I grinded my hips while on top of him, passionately kissing, our bodies tightly pressed against each other as he grabbed me and held me strongly as he flipped around so he was now on top of me. We kissed more as he continued to kiss my neck and eventually whispered in my ear, “turn over” and before I could even move, he unflinchingly flipped me over with his strong arms and pushed my face into the plush pillows and I let him willingly let him take control. With one hand firmly grasped onto my neck, choking me with my face pressed into the bed, his other hand spread my legs as he climbed on top of me. I could feel his weight and pressure on me as his fingers found my pussy, still dripping wet, he thrusted his cock as deep as he could into me. as I moaned loudly he continued to thrust his cock deeply in and out only taking breaks to slap and grab my ass. His thrusts slowed and his hands moved to my ass again, grabbing my cheeks and spreading my ass so he could watch himself fuck my pussy better and see my tight asshole. Slapping my ass even harder as I whimpered in pleasure, he licked his forefinger and slowly pushed it into into my ass as I moaned in deeper pleasure, he confidently asked in a soft whisper, “oh you like that?” asking a rhetorical question as he knew he understood what my body wanted. He continued to fuck my pussy and play with my ass with his fingers until I could feel his cock throb and pump another huge load of sweet thick cum into my pussy.
He got off of me and I laid there for a moment, processing and calming down, hoping that we could resume for another round after a short nap. We both laid there for a moment until he kissed me, pushed my wild and messy hair from my face and looked me into my eyes and said in soft but confident tone, “thanks love” and I quickly drifted off to sleep in a tipsy but sweet slumber. What seemed like only a few moments later he gently woke me up and he was fully clothed, back in his perfectly pressed suit with his hair no longer messed up from a night of passionate fucking. I grabbed my phone, to which I noticed was dead and he informed me that it was actually already the morning and he had work in a half hour. We had been fucking all night and I was only sleeping for about an hour when he woke me up. I quickly got dressed and found all my belongings and looked in the mirror-my dress strap had some how broke, my mascara was smudged across my face and I had a raging headache from the dark liquor the evening prior. We walked out of the hotel and he had a taxi waiting for me at the front of the hotel. We shared one last hug, he kissed me and opened and closed the taxi door for me and I never saw him again after the taxi drove off and we waved at each other through the window. although I still have his contact info and we talked briefly after I went back home, we always joked that if I was ever back in Ireland or he was in my state we would meet up again for another night of passionate fucking, that opportunity never came but there’s always time. Maybe I should reach out to see if his contact info is the same after 5 years? Haha
Anyways, I have MANY more stories like this abroad and wanted to pick a more tame one to share first! So if you want to read more stories let me know so I can happily start writing down my more dirty and kinky memories abroad for you to read! This was my first post here so hopefully you liked it!!
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Great read!
Great writing, fantastic story!
Fuck do I love an Irishman.