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    fanfiction "Lost in Dublin" with Natalie Alyn Lind

    Lost in Dublin
    With Natalie Alyn Lind
    By Harbinger
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    Disclaimer: As always, this is a fictional story that never happened.

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    It was a usual night in my favorite pub until a little blonde lass with the nicest tits I ever saw sauntered in. There was something about her that said she had no business being in this Irish dive. She was in a rough patch of town and this hole wasn't exactly a place for angels, pixies, fairies or what have you. It was a place for men and women looking for trouble.

    I wasn't looking for trouble from my favorite back corner table. I come here to make sure people like this lost soul don't get in over their heads without a prayer. Her second mistake was just how fucking innocent she looked. She wore torn, tight jeans and an equally tight black leather pop that almost had her giant jugs ready to jump out. Her face was seraphim and inexperienced, begging one of these fucks to give her hell.

    She picked a stool at the bar and patiently waited for service. Finally the bartender rolled over and took her order. Guinness on tap. Her soft but still strong voice had a classic American accent. Great. An American in Dublin for St. Pat's Day. How token. The only time I took my eyes off the breath stealing American beauties was to make sure she was still safe. Every other fellow in the club was enthralled as much or more than I. This girl needed to watch herself. Carefully.

    After a bit more of watching her, I noticed that she was very aware of her situation. She was good at keeping an eye on the lads while taking in the atmosphere of the bar. She kept to herself and kept her drink close. The lads here are rough, but they're not druggers. She didn't drink fast, either. Probably another good move here.

    She stayed there for about a half hour before she got off her stool and made her way to my little corner post. "Is this seat taken?" she asked, not sounding hard or too naively sweet.

    "Be my guest," I said with a sweep of my hand. "What can I do for ya?" I asked as I leaned back in my chair. I made sure to look her in her charub-like face and not get lost in her impressive cleavage. It wasn't undoable on account of that this lass had the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen in Ireland.

    "You're the only guy here not giving me the creeps. At least you're the only one who can subtly watch me," the unnamed girl explained.

    "Are ya looking for conversation or just looking to hide?" I asked as I took another sip of my whiskey. She hesitated only a little before answering.

    "I'm not looking for a babysitter," the blonde lass said.

    "I didn't say that, did I?" I challenged and watched her as she took a sip of her dark beer.

    "If you're asking if I'm friendly enough to talk and not just sit here and say nothing, than yes. I'm Natalie," she told me and offered a dainty hand.

    I took her hand and gave it a firm shake but made sure not to break it or hurt her. "Sean, Sean Kelly. Nice to meet ya, Natalie." It honestly was. She had a heart winning, genuinely pleasant smile that made me smile back. "You're obviously not from Dublin," I said and she tried to stifle a giggle at my natural accent's expense.

    "I'm sure you already pegged me for an American," she correctly guessed and I nodded. "As I'm sure you guessed, too, I am here for the holiday." She took a pause, but I didn't say anything. I didn't have anything to say, and I'm sure she had more reasoning. My face said 'go on,' so she did. "St. Patrick's Day in America is so cheesy, so I wanted to see a real Irish St. Patrick's Day." There we go.

    "Well lass, you came to a good city, then. If I were you, though, I'd just stand back and observe. This Sunday might be pretty wild, especially with the vote for Northern Ireland, eh?" I flash of recognition flashed across her face and I pieced together that she was somewhat following currents, though she didn't piece together how it'd affect St. Pat's.

    "Am, am I safe here?" Natalie asked and sounded a little scared, if her voice was being truthful.

    "Safe as anyone, as long as you keep down about being American. Everybody here knows you are, though. At least you're not English, eh?" I said with a chuckle.

    By this time, Natalie had finished her Guinness and I offered her another on me, but she said she had best be getting on back to where she was for the night. She didn't want to be out on her own too long after dark, and I told her that wasn't a bad thought.

    "Do you want me to come with you, lass?" I offered.

    "No, I should be okay," she told me. "I'm just a few blocks from here, anyway."

    "Natalie, it's after dark in Dublin and you're not from here," I said, hoping that would get through to her.

    "I'll be fine, I promise."

    "These streets don't give a damn about your word." They really don't. "I won't follow ya in, I won't ask to go up. Just a walk home."

    Natalie looked pensive. She looked at me, then around the bar, then back at me. She chewed her plump bottom lip and said, "Alright. You can walk me back. I don't like the look of anyone who might follow me out."

    That's a smart lass," I said as I put on my leaher jacket and black wool flat cap. She pulled on her jean jacket and we headed out together. We got some catcalls from the lads and I told them they could all get hard fucked. It's not polite to do that to a stranger, even if she's leaving with a usual suspect like myself.

    We get outside and make it about two blocks before I say, "Natalie, we'd better start running." She asked why and then looked over her shoulder to see three lads were following us pretty close. Luckily she was in sneakers, so she was able to get a pretty decent clip, but the fellows behind us weren't going anywhere.

    By the third and final block, they were just about on us. I turned around but told Natalie to keep going. I kept running and shouldered hard into one of the three. The other two came down on me hard but I was able to get back up and fight them off. I've been a scrappy little shit for my whole life, and I could tell that these lads weren't that used to giving or taking too many hands. I got a little banged up, but the other three had to move off.

    Natalie comes running back from the end of the block. She watched the little scrap, but had put distance between her and us if I lost. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked as she cupped my face in her little hands. She turned my head this way and that, seeing if I caught any good knuckles.

    "I'm right as rain, lass," I told her with a chuckle.

    "No, nope. Come on with me. I need to see you in better light, make sure you're okay. That looked like a rough fight."

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    We got inside her room at the inn and she told me to sit down on her bed while she went to grab some things to clean me up. I guess I did have a nick or two. She headed off to the washroom to get some things to clean me up. She was talking about this or that and I listened while looking around the room. She had left her phone on the bed and I saw a picture of her I'd seen before. It was her and some other lass, looked like they were in a televison program.

    She came back with half a hospital in her arm, and a look on her face like she had a mission. "Alright Sean, let's get you taken care of."

    "Natalie, who's the other lass in this photogragh with ya?" I asked, trying not to sound too interested in her compatriot.

    "Got a thing for little blondes?" she asked with a knowing grin. "That's my friend Olivia. We're actresses, but in different shows. We both work for Marvel, though," she helpfully explained as she cleaned a nasty cut above my eye.

    "Marvel? Impressive." I was up on their movies, but the shows not so much. "So you're a big time actress then, eh?"

    "No, not really big time," she said with a giggle. "I do okay, but I'm no Natalie Portman. Just Natalie Alyn Lind," she said meakly with a shrug, her eyes focused on a cut on my chin.

    "Look here, darling," I said and tilted her adorably rounded chin up so I could look right into her gorgeous brown eyes. "Never say that you're just anything, lass." She nodded gently, and I knew she heard me. "You're young yet. Just wait. Don't run towards them, but wait to see where you'll be in the next ten years or so, eh?"

    "Hey Sean?" she asked quietly, looking up at me from under her long eyelashes.

    "Hmm?"

    "Would it be... would it be okay if I kissed you?" Natalie asked nervously.

    "I'm going to say yes," I told in and we moved in together, kissing each other passionately. My hands went to her lush hair and hers pulled open the snaps of my button-up shirt, revealing my bare skin. She broke the kiss and looked at my body, her eyes drinking in every detail.

    "Oh my God, Sean. Look at you," Natalie said sadly. "You really took a beating for me," she said as she traced forming bruises with her fingers. "I should try to kiss them all better," she told me and lowered her head, tracing each bruise in turn with her hot, pink tongue. Her attentions made the fight more than worth it. When she got to my waisted band, she didn't even ask as she undid my belt, my pants, and fished out my proudly standing Irish cock. "Maybe I should check this for injury, too, hmm?"

    I couldn't believe my luck as this gorgeous American kissed and massaged my humble cock and balls. She played with my ball bag and traced every vein in my tool with her tongue, having all the skilled control of a surgeon. I sat there, her lips loving around my tool and my hands resting on her head but applying no pressure. She didn't need help.

    She whimpered around my joy stick, which I think was her way of trying not to moan. Maybe she was trying not to sound like a dirty little lass. "It's okay, Ms. Lind. You can say or make whatever noise you want. I won't tell a soul," I said, because I thought she'd be good at getting randy.

    "I wasn't sure if you wanted that," she said shyly. "I like to make some noise. So does my friend Olivia. You should hear us together," she told me while she pumped my pecker.

    "I won't lie to you," I told her as she put just my tip between her lips, "the image of you two together gets me pretty riled." She smiled around my head before she sucked on me lightly and I had to groan a little myself.

    "What about the idea of the three of us together?" she asked and hollowed out her cute cheeks and sank herself down half of my length. Her little mouth and deep throat felt like heaven around my hard screwdriver.

    "I could get behind the idea of the three of us if she can handle a stick like you can," I said with a chuckle as she cupped her hand between my legs and started bobbing up and down Two-thirds of my spear.

    She came off slowly, a slurp sound coming from her slobbery yet still elegant effort. "I think she'd be in. It wouldn't be the first time we shared a pogo-stick." Holy fuck. "But let's cut the chatter. Are you in to titty fucking?" she asked and my jaw dropped as she stood up and took off her black leather top, showing me the sweetest bare melons I'd ever seen.

    She stood there playing with her god-given wonders that were her tits. Her fingers brushed and rolled her rosey nipples but she didn't tweak them. I took a hard note of that. I don't think she's into the pleasure/pain game, which is a good thing to know about a sexual friend.

    "I've never done it before, no. But if you're offering, I feel like your milkers are going to ruin every other girl's for me," I said as I shucked my pants and underpants the rest of the way off. I sat back down and watched with my jaw hanging open as Natalie shimmied out of her tight, torn jeans. She then peeled off her emerald green panties and walked over to me with them dangling on her finger.

    She put them to rest on the top of my head. "You can keep these. Something to remember me by," she said with a wink. "From your little pixie with love." She smiled and I took her hand, pulling her knees straight to the bed.

    "Get up here," I growled and pulled her up onto my lap, making her squeel. I kissed her ravinously and she kissed me back just as good, giving my hard-on a good tug between her plump and sexy thighs. I brought my watering mouth to her unspeakably alluring tits. I sucked and tongued the ample, luxurious flesh and spent extra time on her peaked, sensitive nipples but I didn't use any teeth, remembering how she didn't use any pressure on them herself.

    I got her tits good and wet while enjoying myself on them while Natalie played with my rod and gave my balls a tug. When she thought they were good and lubed enough, she crouched down between my knees, pressed those lovely fucking knockers of hers together and dropped them down right over my meat javelin, just the head of my delighted member poking up between her luscious pillows. She spit down on my dick and giggled her gorgeous tits vigorously and wrapped her sweet lips around as much of my dick came out.

    I threw my hips into the mix and tit-fucked her as hard as I could without pushing too hard into the back of her throat. I loved the feeling of her mouth eating my mushroom and her firm tits around the shaft like a giant warm hug meant for my cock and only my cock.

    "I fucking love your hard fucking spike between my hot tits," Natalie said as she stood up. "But I want you between my sweet lips." She hopped back on my lap and put her hands on my shoulders, her hot sex hovering over my cock that wanted to jump straight up into her snatch. I swear to God I could feel the heat and moisture of her clam from an inch below it.

    Finally, slowly she slid her box down onto my free-standing pole, hard inch by inch until she had that sexy fucking 'o' face and her body was literally shaking. She had to readjust to my total length inside of her. Once she was squared, she started to pounce and her tits were right in my face and that big hot ass was hitting my thighs.

    I wrapped my arms around her back and buried my cock deep in her slit and my face between her perfect cans. She was moaning and panting and crying out in ecstacy as I pumped up into her heat with all my hips could give, but she gave as good as she got, jumping up and down to the point where my cock almost left her with every jump. The slapping of her juicy ass on my thighs mixed with my heavy breathing and her mantra of "oh fuck Sean, break me!" was music.

    I held on to the hot ball in my gut as long as I could, but when she froze up, got dead quiet, and shattered herself on my rock cock in hot, back arching orgasm, I knew I was about done. With all the energy I could muster, I lifted her up in my arms with her pulsating pussy still gripping my shaft, I crocodile rolled over and pounded her like a power drill, my cock deep and my balls slapping against her asshole with her tits gyrating up towards me until I had to pull out at crescendo. I had just enough time to unload on those breasts that I had become obsessed with.

    String after string and rope after rope shot out of my Irish tool onto her perfect chest until I was good and spent. I thought she might be pissed with the way I desicrated her holy tits, but she surprised me by scooping up my Irish cream with her fingers and licked it all off with her American tongue.

    "Holy fuck, Ms. Lind," I said with a chuckle. "I couldn't complain if every scrap got me this kind of medical care."

    "Happy St. Pat's, Sean," she told me as she gave my cock a gentle, sleep inducing massage.

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    Natalie is an underrated hottie. It's always nice to see her get a story.

    Thanks for posting, Harbinger.

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