Fucking the Irish girl at work – long [MF]

Its been awhile since I posted my last story. So insanely busy, but I wanted to keep documenting and sharing some of my experiences. Some are probably wilder/better than others, but I can get to them.

This one was a lot of fun though. It happened a couple of years ago. I was 26, she was 23. I had taken a job over the summer period at a bank during the semester break. It was a really dull job, pure data entry. Take loan applications in paper form, transfer all the data onto the system, and repeat. It was the sort of job that after awhile you could just stick headphones in and listen to music and do it on auto pilot. Not challenging, but perfect for something over the break. Because of the nature of the job it seemed to attract a lot of travelers, people on short term contract. The office, or at least the department, was filled with a pretty big mix of all sorts .. which was nice hearing all these different accents.

I started with a group of 7-8 others and there was a bit of a training/settling in period. We would work through things and if we were stuck you’d just raise your hand and a more senior member of staff would come over and help. Anyways, before that, at the end of the first week I discovered they do Friday night drinks at the bar downstairs. That’s where I first met Jenny (yep, you guessed it, not her real name!). She was short, maybe barely over 5ft. She had a sort of stocky build, in no way overweight, but broadish shoulders, the type who could probably do quite well athletically. Jet black hair to the middle of her back, green eyes, a few cute freckles. Her chest was pretty impressive, I can’t recall exactly what, but a D cup and with the right bra on they looked even more impressive. But then she would speak, and that Irish accent was enough alone. I hadn’t talked to her alone at this point, just in groups and I quickly discovered she had a wicked sense of humour, she kind of came across as a little goofy/ditzy, but I also feel like she was well aware of that. She was reserved, but cheeky. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. Eventually we got talking when she approached me at the bar. She knew my name and that was enough to get the conversation going, as even though I wasn’t born in Ireland, I have a very Irish name.
So she asked me about it, where my family was from, she walked with me back to a table and we got talking one on one for over an hour. Long story short of that night, nothing happened. We chatted a lot, no real flirting, we made each other laugh, but it was just a cool new work friend to talk to. Even though on the inside I was thinking incredibly filthy thoughts about her. What I didn’t know is that she was thinking the same at the time.

Fast forward to the next week. A few days into the week, Wednesday or Thursday maybe. We had crossed paths in the office a couple of times since and said hi but that was it. But on this day as she had been there a few months she was asked to be the coach person for the newbie area. She spent the day going around to people’s desks helping them out. I’d gotten the hang of the work pretty quickly at that point and wasn’t really needing help, until I did. I got stuck on something and threw my hand up and around she came. She stood next to me and leaned down to look at my computer screen while saying “oh blankuser001, my favourite!” (well, y’know what I mean). That took me by surprise so i replied with “I’m your favourite?”. She responds with an almost shocked “of course!” in this “how could you not be?” kind of way. I mean, I could think of reasons why, I’m just average joe. I’m 6ft, light skin, short dark hair, a little stubble, green eyes, average build – I sound like I described a huge portion of guys there. I continued with her “well I’m glad I’m your favourite, just between you and me, you’re my favourite too”. She flashed me a smile and then asked me what my issue was. I explained things and she helped me out and off she went. God her perfume though, she left and I felt intoxicated.

About an hour later maybe I ran into another issue. I put my hand up and again she came over, but this time things went from 0 – 100 real fast. This time when she came over she got down on her knees next to me while saying “what can I do for my favourite this time?” I braved it and replied “you could do a lot of things for me but telling you them might get me slapped, so lets stick with this issue…” and I proceeded to explain the issue I had. She helped me through it and then was where it really fired up. As she went to stand up she put her hand on my thigh, I thought to give herself something to steady herself while she got to her feet. Which, it sort of was. But as she was getting up, slowly mind you, her hand suddenly traveled up my thigh to my crotch. Directly onto my crotch, giving it a couple of quick squeezes and I was growing instantly. She stood up and walked away, I watched as she walked and she didn’t turn to look, no glance back or smile, it left me sitting there wondering if that just happened. The bulge in my work pants told me, yes.

So maybe 10-15 minutes later an email comes through to my account, from Jenny. It said something along the lines of “So these other things I could do for you, you won’t get slapped, tell me…” In hindsight, it probably wasn’t smart getting into a chain email like this on work PCs, but I was beginning to think with my dick here. I just replied back “are you sure?” her reply was a blunt “yes”.
So my work got put aside for the next few minutes while I took a huge risk and explained in explicit detail one of the things she could do for me. I told her how after a long week sometimes you just want to unwind and find some relief. So she could help me find that at the end of the week by kneeling down in front of me and wrapping her lips around me. Something like that. Pressing send was surprisingly easy. But waiting for a reply was agony. 5mins passed, nothing. I looked up at one point and saw her over talking to someone else and thought she wasn’t even at her desk so this was agony. It probably wasn’t until 30 minutes later I got a reply. It said “with pleasure, feel free to unload into my mouth”. Jesus fucking Christ.

So, that pretty much assured I spent the rest of the day hard. We swapped a few more emails back and forth which got pretty heated. Fuck, any IT guys would have a field day with that I guess.. We actually ended up finishing the day without seeing each other again. It was all I could think about that night and I take it she knew it because the next day first thing in the morning there was an email asking if I thought about her last night. I admitted that I did and asked if she had done the same, she confirmed so. Then she started right back up with things like “so you thought about me last night while you stroked your hard cock?” it continued like this on and off through the day. It was pretty intense and made productivity very difficult.

Another day passed and then it was Friday – after work drinks and my promised blowjob day! During the day there actually wasn’t much emailing, she was upstairs training at something, time seemed to pass very slowly but soon enough it was drinks time. It was insanely hot that day. Something like over 40 degrees (so to Americans that would be over 104). She was in the cutest dress that day. Friday was casual day too so I could wear shorts and a tshirt thank god. Downstairs at the bar everyone was mingling like the week before. I actually heard from some people that given lots of the staff on that floor were travelers, backpackers etc that there were a lot of office flings. I found out later its exactly what happened with me – that she said she’d never be that sort of girl back home and felt so free to do so here before moving on to her next destination. But she still remained the more reserved girl to most, I think most would have trouble picking her as the type.

So eventually through the evening we migrated closer and closer to each other. Someone would get up from their seat and one of us would get closer etc. We finally ended up sitting next to each other in a sort of corner area. She smiled and asked if it was a long week, I told her she knew it was a long week. She was a lot less brave than her emails now. She was honest in saying she couldn’t believe we’d talked like that, I agreed, but was glad we did. Conversation was reasonably normal. At least until I was talking to someone across the table and felt her hand on my bare thigh. I tried to play it cool and ignore it, but I felt her hand snake further up, up the leg of my shorts. The table obscured this from anyone else’s view. Soon her hand was reaching for my cock. Fingers outstretched just brushing against the head over my underwear. I turned to look at her and she just flashed me a smile. Not even a devious one, just a sweet one. This went on for maybe 10 minutes and I was rock hard. When I had to get up to go to the bathroom I had to take my bag with me to sort of obscure my crotch.

On my way back from the bathroom I passed her in the hall. I took my chance and pushed her against the wall, I ran my hand up her skirt and straight between her legs. I ran my fingers across the crotch of her panties and I felt her shudder against me and gasp with her mouth near my ear. We heard someone coming which put a quick stop to that. She straightened up and continued to the bathroom. I went back to my seat and continued a conversation with someone. Eventually she joined me again and I thought she was immediately going back to groping me, but it felt like she was putting her hand in my pocket. I realise she was putting something in my pocket. Curiosity got the better of me and I had to check what it was when she quickly leaned over and said “not here!” I excused myself and walked back to the bathroom. Into the stall and reached into my pocket and pulled out what turned out to be her panties. This girl. I brought them to my face and smelled her, I felt the crotch was wet so i ran my tongue along it and tasted her from them. That realisation she was back at the table talking with people and no one had a clue she was sitting there with no panties on. I put them in my bag and hurried back out. As I sat back down next to her I leaned closer to her ear and just whispered “you taste incredible”. She just flashed me a big smile. We had a few more drinks and people began to file out. She turned and said “well I only live 10 minutes away on the tram?” That was enough for me!

We packed up our things and headed out. She wasn’t lying, within 10 minutes we had traveled on the tram, reached her apartment, rushed inside awkwardly past her room mate and into her room. As soon as the door was closed she pounced. She had me against the wall, tongues frantically pushing against each other. My hands around her, reaching under her skirt cupping her ass. I pulled her cheeks wide open and felt her release and “mmmm” into my mouth. She backed away and said “so you wanted me to do this?” and dropped to her knees. Undoing my shorts, she had them and my underwear around my ankles in seconds. Looking down at her as she wrapped her hand around my cock, admiring it for a second. I’m not massive, 6 and a bit inches, but I’m pretty thick, uncut, and I trim. She gave it a few strokes and I was leaking precum. She leaned in and licked the head then I watched as I disappeared into her mouth. I don’t care how hot it was that day, the feeling of being in her warm mouth was heaven. She worked me expertly, perfect stroking and sucking in rhythm. I rested a hand lightly on her head and felt her bobbing back and forth. She would take breaks and lick down my shaft and balls, running her tongue back up and tickling the underside of my head before enveloping it back into her mouth. I don’t know how long it lasted, 5, 10mins? But eventually she got up and stood in front of me. “Lift up your dress” I told her. She did and she had a gorgeous looking pussy. A little tuft of hair on top, and very smooth looking lips. She reached down with one hand and began playing with herself in front of me before back away and falling onto her bed. She beckoned me over and I was in a trance moving forward.

Eventually I fell to my knees at the foot of the bed, her hand taking the back of my head and pulling me closer. I resisted though and didn’t give her what she wanted straight away. I began kissing and licking up her inner thighs. Alternating between one then the other, inching slowly up. She was squirming. Closer and closer, licking the join of her leg to her crotch, pushing her legs wider apart. Eventually I ran my tongue gently along her outer lips. Ghosting it really lightly along. Along one and then the other, I could feel her shuddering again. Then I moved to her inner lips. i used my lips to gently nibble at them and by that point I couldn’t take it any longer either. I could see she was leaking cream, it was dripping from her pussy down her crack to her ass. I pushed my tongue deep into her. Her hands on the back of my head pulling me in. Massaging my head while I lapped at her pussy. I made my way to her clit. I started softly, lick around it, toying with it with my tongue. I pushed a finger inside her pussy at this point. Gently in and out while I lightly licked her clit. Eventually I’d add a second finger as my licking got more direct, more pressure. Flicking her clit from side to side and up and down. My fingers would then get faster and I’d lick faster too. Soon lashing her clit with my tongue. Eventually I was pumping two fingers in and out of her tight cunt, my lips pursed around her clit, sucking on it and wiggling my tongue against it. She was thrashing on the bed, swearing…im sure her house mate had absolutely no idea what was going on!
Eventually I felt her clamp down on my fingers, locking them inside her, her hips raised from the bed, she came hard. And I was kind of glad as my arm was getting so sore. I kept licking her, getting softer and softer again as she calmed down.

I sat back and admired the view of her spread open in front of me. But I remembered pulling her cheeks open and wanted another view. I wanted to try her out with something. I told her to flip over onto her belly. I assume she thought I wanted to fuck her doggy style. Not yet. I got her to raise her hips, keep her head down on the bed. Her ass stuck high in the air, she was completely exposed to me from that angle. Asshole wide on display and I had to have it. I knew she might stop me as we didn’t discuss it, but it was worth the risk. I began kissing and licking across her cheek, edging in closer to her crack. She didn’t offer resistance. Closer and closer I moved my tongue until I slide it down between her cheeks and tickled around her hole with it. She squirmed, I began pushing my tongue deeper into her asshole. I lapped like my life depended on it, occasionally moving down to lick that tiny join of skin between ass and pussy. When I had my fill I sat back again and while she was lubed up, I gently began to prod her ass with my finger. No resistance still. So I eased a finger into her asshole. Slowly letting her adjust to it until I was able to finger her ass easily.

I asked if she had any condoms (yes, I was dumb, I knew the chance of getting laid that night and I didn’t bring any). She took awhile to respond, like she was in a daze. Head down, ass up, getting her ass fingered. I wondered at that point if her mother would be asking her if she was having a nice time overseas. She directed me to her bedside dresser to get a condom. I put it on while she stayed in the same position waiting. When I was ready I didn’t tease this time. I lined myself up, hands on her hips and slammed myself into her soaking wet pussy. She groaned and I began pounding her hard from behind. Pulling her back to me to meet my thrusts. I pounded as she reached down under her and rubbed her clit. We kept this up for awhile before she flipped over onto her back, I got between her legs and entered her again. leaning down and pushing my tongue into her mouth while we fucked. This time more intimately. She broke our kiss just to tell me she could still taste herself on me, and smiled. Fuck. I worked at a rhythm in her while she squirmed under me. Deeply kissing at the same time. Again after awhile, she told me to swap places.

I lay on my back as she straddled me. She lined herself up and slowly sank down onto my dick. The whole time she had only pulled her dress up, she still had it on. This is when she took it off, then her bra, revealing those huge boobs to me. This whole time she wasn’t riding me, just grinding. Squeezing my cock and grinding. I sat up, still inside her, face to face, and lowered my head to her tits and began sucking on one nipple then the other. She pushed me back down and began to ride. My hands on her ass, again pulling her cheeks wide apart as she rode. I began to thrust as she would be in a downward momentum and we found a rhythm. She was hitting the right spots with the angle she was at and soon she was cumming again, squeezing my cock, fingers on my chest digging into me … maybe a bit too hard for my liking. Yeah, I’m not a pain fan. But she was cumming. She eventually collapsed on my chest, catching her breath. I was still inside her and let her take just a moment before I just said “suck my dick”. She immediately sprang to action. She moved down my body, removing the condom, and began earnestly sucking me. Head bobbing up and down. I grabbed a pillow to prop my head up to watch her. She obviously knew I liked ass stuff, so before long I felt a finger toying with my hole while she sucked. She never slipped it in, although I had no problem with her doing so. But she just sensitively stroked my hole while stroking and sucking and I was soon too far gone. I told her I was about to cum, she kept her pace and I exploded. I unloaded load after load into her mouth. She began swallowing immediately as best she could, but it began to leak out. I’d been so worked up it was a bit load. When I was done I was breathless and she again collapsed on my body. It was messy, it was hot, we were sweaty, tired, a little drunk, the end of the week – we were just spent.

We just stayed like that for ages. I ran my fingers through her hair and we just talked. We talked about Monday and how neither of us felt like it would be weird, we would just carry on as normal, and eventually we both drifted off and evidently slept most of the way through the night.
The next day was fun, we showered together, more play in the shower. She stood behind me and reached around stroking my cock. She sucked me and I came on her face … apparently the only time she does that is in the shower, for obvious reasons. I stood behind her and again pushed my finger inside her asshole while she played with herself up against the wall until she came. We cleaned up and had breakfast and I was on my way.

Monday morning at work was normal as we thought, when we crossed paths we talked and joked and did so throughout the week. We actually got reasonably close over the next few weeks after that. We fucked a bunch more times. I left and went back to my course but we still met up a few more times before the time came that her visa was up and she had to move on. It was actually kind of sad in the end. I sort of felt like had she stayed we could have been, who knows what. But then again, if she wasn’t in that carefree traveler mode to begin with, maybe we never would have hooked up in the first place. After she left we kept contact for awhile but it did eventually drift away. It was a fun couple of months and some nice memories.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9nw2qa/fucking_the_irish_girl_at_work_long_mf