I sat at the large, hand made maghony desk that my third Great-Grandfather had made. On it sat the picture of him, Patrick O'Maley, and his his twin brother, Shawn. They had came to America from Ireland in the mid 1800's. Once here, they put their money together and started a pub called O'Maley's. I am now the sixth generation to own this establishment and I'm proud to say that it is located in the exact same place as when my ancestor's started it.

Looking at the picture, I'm reminded just how much I look like them. Like them, I'm about 5' 10" with red hair, green eyes, and same slender build. At the time the picture was taken, Patrick and Shawn were about thirty years old. I too am thirty and am named from my third great-grandfather, Shawn O'Maley. All of my grandfathers have married full or half blooded Irish woman, so I have very little blood other than Irish in me. I too am hoping to find a half or full blooded Irish woman to marry and have kids with. When I saw Lola McFarlen enter my tavern, I knew I have found her.

Lola, twenty-eight, had came to the tavern one morning looking for a job. She had just moved her from Ireland and had grown up working in a pub and knew the workings of one. I had just had a maid quite a few nights back and was looking for a new one. After a quick interview I told her to come in that night. Man was I ever impressed when she came into work.

Lola was dressed in a mini skirt that showed off her nice shapely legs and well rounded ass perfectly. The white button up shirt she had on was low cut and it too showed off her nice 28C tits. Her heels added about three inches to her already 5' 7" heighth. Her long red hair was pulled back very sexily, revealing her emerald green eyes. And damn that Irish accent of hers. For the first two weeks she worked her, I would get a hard on every time I heard her talking. And when she would talk to me... I'd be damned if I wouldn't cream myself.

Three months had passed since she started working for me and I was finding it harder and harder to be around her. Here was my dream girl and I couldn't make a move on her because she was my employee. Everytime I saw her, the words SEXUAL HARASSMENT flashed through my head. It had been six months since I'd had a woman and Lola was making it rough on me. Finally, one Saturday night I got brave and made my move.

The state we live in has a "No Sale of Alcohol on Sunday" law. This means that on Saturday nights, last call comes at 11:30 pm. By 12:30 am the employees have the pub cleaned up and are ready to leave. I always lock the door behind the last one. Well, no sooner had I walked back across the floor when there was a knock on the door.

"We're closed," I called out.

"It's me, Lola," came a voice from the other side, "I forgot my purse."

After letting her back in, I locked it back for safety measures. "Sorry," she said. "I can't believe I did that."

"That's okay," I said smiling. I followed behind her as she headed for my office.

My office is a small room built on a platform over the bathrooms in the far back corner of the bar. I let the employee keep their personal belongings up there for the mere fact that that's the only safe place they have. The door automaticly locks when it shuts and besides me, the barkeep and the head barmaid are the only ones with keys.

Going up the stairs behind her proved to be to much for and I had to "readjust" myself as we walked up them. Damn if she didn't have on that mini skirt again. And was I seeing right; she was wearing any panties. This time, her shirt was a denim, no sleeve shirt that zipped up in the front instead of buttoning. Reaching the office door, I unlocked it and allowed her to walk in ahead of me. The door automaticly closed behind us we walked over to the locked filing cabinet.

"It's now or never," I told myself. "So how do you like it here," I asked her, trying to make small talk.

"Oh, I love it," she said smiling.

Unlocking the filing cabinet, I reached in and pulled out her purse. Handing it too her, I purposely touched her hand. Holding her purse playfully, I smiled back at her.

"Are you in a hurry," I asked.

"No," she said in her sex Irish accent. "I really didn't forget it. I wanted to have an excuse to come back."

Pulling her close to me, I kissed her deeply. My hands ran down her back, to her ass and gently squeezed it. Lola kissed me back. Her hands too rubbed my back. Our tounges intertwined as we kissed causing the heat and passion to rise. Still kissing, we walked over to my desk where I picked her up and sat her on it. Her legs instinctively spread apart, allowing me to stand between them.

"Oh, Shawn," she moaned as I kissed down her neck. My hands were working on unzipping her shirt. I pushed the sides away to reveal her braless tits. I leaned over and took first one, then the other into my mouth and sucked them. Again she moaned as I enjoyed her perfect breasts. Standing up and kissing her passionately, Lola's hands moved down to my jeans. Undoing them, she released my fully erect eight inches.

"Oh, damn it, Lola," I whispered into her ear. "I want you. I want you so fucking back."

"Then have me, Shawn, she whispered back. "Have me right now on your desk."

Shoving my pants down just enough, I pulled Lola natural, red haired pussy to me. Lola guided my dick to her wet hole and with one hard thrust, I was in.

"Oh, Shawn," she yelled. "Fuck me. Fuck your little barmaid."

Like I said before, it had been six months since I had had a woman. I began to fuck the shit out of Lola. Her arms where wrapped around my neck as I pounded away at her firery hot pussy.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

to be continued

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