Holiday Special: Saint Patrick’s Day (sample)
Summary: In a world where women who don’t wear green on Saint Patrick’s Day get fucked, Shannon is just trying to make it through the day. It starts off with her realizing she doesn’t have any green clothes!
Bill, her office and carpool mate, is the first to take advantage of her chromatically challenged wardrobe. Then it’s into the office, to get fucked by every man who notices she forgot to wear green.
She’s not alone, but she wonders if those other women “forgot” to wear green on purpose.
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Shannon looked around the room, trying to find even a shred of green cloth to wear. Pink shirts, purple hair ties, blue pants, and a thousand other shades of anything other than green littered the floor, her bed, and even hung off the edge of her desk.
“C'mon! I have to have at least one damn green thing in this place,” she shouted, rolling a pink shirt into a ball and throwing it at the wall.
She ran her fingers through her naturally red hair and looked in the mirror. Most days, her frizzy red hair, freckles, and pale skin didn’t get much attention, Saint Patrick’s Day was a special case.
It had rolled around without her realizing it, and she didn’t really want to deal with a repeat of what happened the year before.
“Not that it was all bad, but I couldn’t go two feet without some guy-”
“Shannon! Are you ready yet? Bill is here,” her roommate called up the stairs.
“Fuck! Well, I guess it’s too late now,” she said to herself.
She grabbed the pink shirt she’d thrown across the room and pulled it over her head. It barely covered her perky breasts, but it was good enough for something that would probably be stained and ruined, if she even still had it, by the end of the day.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs she was greeted with the sight of Ashley’s brunette head bobbing up and down on Bill’s cock while he sat on the couch and smiled.
“Both of you forgot to wear green today?” he asked, looking over at Shannon.
His belly wasn’t exactly a beer gut, but it hung over his belt a little. He’d simply pulled his cock out through his zipper without taking his pants off to have Ashley suck his cock.
“You know, if you don’t wear green-”
“I know! Girl’s who don’t wear green on Saint Patrick’s Day get fucked. Especially redheads! I get it, okay? You gonna cum so we can go or what?” Shannon interrupted.
It was a pretty old tradition. Once a woman turned eighteen, she would have to start wearing green on Saint Patrick’s Day or guys would be able to fuck her any way they liked. Shannon heard that some girls never got pestered, no matter what they wore, but redheads always got some much attention, that to Shannon, it was almost like drowning in dick for the day.
“Hm? Yeah. Just a minute,” he said, then took Ashley’s head in both hands and started pounding his cock into the back of her throat while driving her head down on his cock at the same time.
It wasn’t long before he pulled his rod free of her throat. He aimed for her face while she gagged and sputtered, trying to catch her breath, and moaned as he shot a few think ropes of cum onto her cheeks.
“I love Saint Paddy’s Day,” he said, standing and drying his cock on Ashley’s hair before tucking it back into his pants and zipping up.
“Me- Me too,” said Ashley. “I’m going to the mall later to see how many guys fuck me for not wearing green.”
“Have fun with that,” Shannon said, closing the door behind her and Bill as they made their way out to his car.
“No green, so you know the drill,” he said as soon as Shannon sat down in the passenger seat.
Shannon rolled her green eyes and sighed. “Yeah, I know. Road head. But you just got a blowjob from-”
“Just suck it until it’s hard again. Then keep sucking,” he interrupted.
Shannon looped a hair tie from her wrist around her hair, pulling it into a fluffy ponytail, then leaned over, unzipped Bill’s pants, and pulled his still partially hard cock out.
“I thought I’d at least get a break on the way to work. I mean, how many times does a man need his dick sucked first thing in the morning,” she thought.
The vibrations of the car, the gentle sway as Bill glided around corners, and the sound of the radio becoming louder and softer as her head bobbed up and down in his lap lulled Shannon into a rhythm. She wasn’t sure when he started getting hard again, but his cock was rock-solid and tapping the back of her throat with each plunge forward by the time he stopped in the parking lot of their office.
Bill grabbed hold of her ponytail and pushed her down on his thick cock, cutting off her air for a few seconds. She tried not to push back against her hand and relaxed her throat. However, soon she was bucking and struggling, her lungs burning while she gagged on his thick cock. Just as the lights dimmed around the corners of her eyes, he pulled her drooling mouth free of his cock and shot his hot load onto her gasping, bright-red face.
“I love it when your face matches your hair,” he said while tucking his flagging cock back into his pants. “See you inside. Make sure to lock up the car.”
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