Bonus Story
Sean
Working in a leprechaun bar can be challenging, to say the least. The shouting, the singing, the sex on the tables. As fun as it is, it can get a little much.
So days like today, as rare as they are, make my heart sing. Hardly a person here, no fighting or loud music. Perfection. Just a few left overs from last night sleeping it off in the chairs.
I pour myself a drink and walk round to one of the tables, sitting down and relaxing.
Maybe today is going to be nice and uneventful.
Just as I think that, the room shakes like an earthquake tremor then settles down after a few seconds.
I grab my glass to make sure that it doesn’t fall off the table.
Shakes like this, that usually means that we’re about to get human visitors, but that’s a Saint Patrick’s Day thing and it’s June 29th today.
It’s unusual to get visitors not on the holidays, but it sometimes happens.
Along the bar, a door opens and I see a woman stick her head through and take it all in. Then she steps in and starts walking towards me.
I would guess she’s in her mid-twenties, long black hair, wearing a black t-shirt that says “Bartok’s Daughter” on it and a black skirt. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone dressed like her before, especially with the pale skin and the black eyeliner.
But it’s not that which makes my heart pound, it’s the fact that she looks like my long-lost love Christine.
“Hey there you, you beast of a man. I’m Mia,” she says, sitting down next to me. Her confidence shakes me; normally people appearing in this bar are confused and disorientated, but she’s taking it in her stride as if it’s the type of thing that happens all the time.
“Hi. Welcome to the Shamrock Bar,” I say, trying to sound calmer than I actually am.
She reaches out and strokes my beard, her fingers tickling me under my chin. Once again I think of Christine, and how, long ago, she would do the same thing.
“My, you’re a handsome guy. I’m glad my brain came up with you. I’ve been dreaming of some freaky stuff recently but I can tell you’re going to be the best,”
Oh, she thinks she’s in a dream. Which, technically, she is, but she thinks that I’m a dream as well.
She leans forward and whispers in my ear. “Well, big man, are you going to fuck me or not?”
I know that part of it is that the atmosphere in here makes everyone horny all the time. And she does look like the girl I used to be with. But I think it’s the forthright way she’s coming onto me that’s getting me so hard. She knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to ask for it.
“Are you not meant to be meeting someone?” I ask her.
She stops for a moment, as if confused by the question, then I feel her hand sliding over my jeans.
“No, no one but you and that hard cock I can feel under my fingers.”
I always get told when we have couples visiting the bar and no one told me about her. So this is either a mistake or something different. Either way, I’m not going to turn down what she’s offering.
“So you’re into filthy stuff, are you?” I ask, pushing back my chair as I stand and pulling down the zip on my jeans.
Mia eyes me hungrily as she watches me reach in and pull out my cock, licking her lips as I stroke up and down the length.
“Yeah. And you can do WHATEVER you want with that thing. Fuck me up, my dude.”
Her way of speaking sounds strange to me but I get her meaning.
Just as I’m about to guide my cock into her mouth, she slips to her knees and takes my balls in her mouth, sucking them hard.
I start groaning when she jerks my cock in her hand like it’s a cocktail shaker.
I think she’s going to keep going till I erupt like a volcano, but at the last moment she lets go of me and leans back and smiles at me.
“Mmm, well that’s the warm up. Now get that beard of yours between my legs, I want to feel it rubbing my thighs.”
The smirk on her face set off a fire in me and I push back my chair, reaching for her and picking her up.
In seconds I’ve pulled her skirt off and have her lying with her back on the table and spreading her legs to reveal a fully shaved pussy that is already soaked.
I’m going to waste no time getting her taste on my lips.
My tongue opens up her folds and draws a happy little yelp from her.
Grabbing her legs, I lift them up onto my shoulders, feeling her wrapping herself around me and drawing my head down.
She wanted my beard between her thighs and she’s getting it.
“Oh fuck YES,” she shouts, no doubt startling the few leprechauns sleeping in the corner.
Her hand rests on the back of my head, and I can feel her thrusting up against me. It’s been so long since I had a chance to eat pussy and I’m not going to waste it. She’s going to soak my face and squirt in my mouth if I have anything to say about it.
“Yes, GOD, YES,” she cries as I suck on her clit. The harder I go, the louder she gets. As I thrust two fingers into her, she bucks hard against me and comes hard, her body shaking against me and banging against the table. I don’t stop until she collapses back in exhaustion.
“Oh fuck, dude, that was GOOD. Where has your mouth been all my life?”
I lower her legs down and lean forward to kiss her, nearly moaning into her mouth when my cock brushes against her pussy.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I growl into her ear. “You’re coming back to my bedroom.”
Mia glances around the bar and smiles.
“Why go all the way there when you can just fuck me on the table? I don’t mind being watched and I need that dick in me right now.”
Before she finishes the sentence, I’m already pushing my cock deep into her. Climbing onto the table, my hands go into hers, pinning her down under me.
“OH. FUCK. YEAH. Harder, give it to me harder.”
If I fuck her harder, the table is going to break, but it’s a risk I’m going to take. Flicking her t-shirt up, I squeeze her breast and pinch her nipple between my fingers.
“No coming without permission, understand?”
She groans a yes so I reach up and take her face in my hand, making her look at me.
“That’s Yes, Sir,” I tell her.
She nods and I call her a good girl, all the time steadily thrusting into her, all the length but controlled. As a youngster, I was all about the fucking hard and fast until I realized taking your time not only makes it last, it usually drives them wild.
I suddenly realize that this is the first time I’ve fucked someone in a hundred years.
Recently I got to play with a couple in the bar and the woman, Noelle, gave me an amazing blowjob.
I got several weeks of masturbation fodder from that one.
But sex? It’s been too long, and I didn’t realize how much I missed it.
“Sir, I’m going to come.”
I slow down, still deep inside her but now making sure every little thrust makes her shake.
“Mia. You will not come till I tell you. Not unless you want to be punished.”
I know it’s an idle threat. First, because I don’t want to punish her—she’s giving me the best day I’ve had in a century. And second, humans only ever get two hours here. She would be gone before I even had time to punish her.
She tries to pull me against her, desperate for me to fuck her again.
“Please Sir, I need to come. I need you to fuck me hard and fill me with cum and tell me what a bad girl I am, and please let me come, please, I need it so bad.”
I thrust into her again, hard and fast. My hands holding her down as I growl in her ear.
“Come for me, NOW.”
She lets out a cry and we come almost at the same time. I knew I wasn’t going to last; after a century I don’t have much stamina. I slam into her, emptying myself in her tightness and biting her neck as she shakes and moans under me.
“Holy fuck,” she laughs, her body going limp under me. “You know how to screw. You would think you’d been saving that up for years.”
I prop myself up on my elbow and look at her. It’s not just her resemblance to Christine that I find so attractive, it’s her look, her confidence, and her easygoing nature. Just seeing her giggling at me studying her face is enough for me to want to fuck her again.
“Are you going to show me that bedroom or what? I need cuddles, maybe my pussy licked, and this table is groaning so much it might collapse at any moment.”
I carefully climb off and then slide my arms under her, lifting her up. She puts her arms around my neck to hang on and closes her eyes, trusting me to get her where she needs to go.
My room is adjacent to the bar and only takes a few moments to get to it. Kicking open the door, I carry her into the room and put her down on the bed. She smiles up at me and rolls over, wiggling her ass a little in a teasing way.
I strip and get in behind her, spooning her and slipping my arm around her waist.
“Mmmm, nice,” she sighs, pushing herself back against me. “I don’t think I’ve ever snuggled in a dream before. You’re making me all sleepy.”
I kiss the back of her neck. As much as the sex was good, this fills my heart with joy. Having someone to hold, to kiss. Even if it’s just for a few hours, I want someone I can wrap in my arms.
Mia turns slightly, just enough that she can look over her shoulder at me.
“I just thought, this is a little like that story my great-great-grandma wrote.”
I arch my eyebrow at her.
“Oh, it’s a family secret. She and her husband were very prim and proper and respected members of the community.
When she died, the family found a diary she wrote.
It was scandalous, all about meeting up with this wild Irish guy in a log cabin and having wild sex.
Apparently, she had some kind of affair with him and had to choose between him or her husband and she had always regretted not choosing this hunk of a guy.
She wrote it like it was some dream she had but everyone assumed she was just trying to cover up her sins.
The family burned the diary, but the legend has been passed down through the family. You’re kinda like my wild Irish guy.”
It looks like fate has not finished playing with me. Or maybe the universe is trying to correct a long-ago mistake.
She rests her head back down on the pillow, and I can hear her sigh happily.
Then something occurs to me.
“You said earlier that you’ve been having some weird sex dreams?”
She nods her head slightly and I can tell she is about to fall asleep, but I need to know more.
“What do you remember about them?”
She turns to face me, and I take her hand in mine. She looks so happy and even though I suspect we have just a little time, I want to see her smiling for as long as possible.
“Just a couple of really wild dreams. The first one I was in the middle of this winter land with a weird elf girl and then this guy was in a cabin and we had sex and it was OK but he was pretty vanilla.”
I almost stopped her to ask what that meant, but I didn’t want to interrupt her.
“Second one, I was in this weird love land. Red hearts everywhere. And I fucked this guy who was really fit, but had no personality, and afterward he didn’t seem interested in me.
It’s weird, I’m not really looking for a guy.
I like to think I’m independent, but IF I were, I think it would be someone like you.
You’re strong and gave it to me rough, yet since we got into bed all you’ve done is cuddle me and kiss my neck and ask me about myself. ”
She leans forward and kisses me gently.
“It’s a pity you’re just a dream,” she says and her eyes close.
I must have fallen asleep as well because I feel strange and disorientated. But Mia is still lying in front of me so at least the two hours haven’t passed yet.
I turn round to get some water from my bedside table, but instead of a bottle, there’s a lamp in the shape of a crow holding a light bulb.
I stare at it for a moment, then realize that it’s not my table. And I am not in my room.
“Oh, you’re here.”
I turn back to Mia, who has just woken up.
“I… yes, I’m here. Wherever here is,” I say.
She yawns and closes her eyes again.
“It’s my bedroom, silly. Where else would it be? My dream boyfriends come back to my bedroom. I must have decided to keep you.”
And with that, she’s asleep again.
I realize that I am still holding her hand.
That must have been it. When she came back from the bar, we were holding hands. Somehow she has brought me back with her to her real life. Which means I’m free after over a hundred years.
I climb out of the bed and walk over to the mirror on the wall. I look the same as I did when I went to sleep all those years ago, the same as I have in the bar all this time.
I’ve been given my life back again.
But what will I do with it? I don’t know this world. I don’t know anyone in it. Unless someone needs a barman, I have no idea what I will do with my life.
“HOLY SHIT”
I turn round, and Mia is sitting up in bed, staring at me.
“I was just falling asleep again, and suddenly I realized you’re here. You’re really here, not like a dream or something.”
Suddenly I feel shy. Here I am standing naked in this woman’s bedroom and she had no idea how I got here.
“I’m sorry, I can explain.”
She looks me up and down, disbelief on her face. And then she laughs, loud and clear, making her body shake.
“Oh man,” she says, “you BETTER be able to explain. But for now, get your butt over here, and let’s see if your as good a fuck as you were in my dream.”
As I make my way over to her, I think that even though I don’t know what my life is going to be like from now on, I hope it’s going to be with her.
She excites me, she makes my heart throb.
I have never met someone who is so accepting of amazing things going on around her, and I already know I want to see that smile on her face for the rest of my life.
I climb into bed and kiss her. Long and deep. And as we kiss, I think for a brief second of the bar, the place I have spent most of my life.
I wonder who is going to run it now.