Renaissance Faire

Kennedy took a few more sips, then opened her eyes. Lorne looked down upon her and gently with his brown eyes and brushed the stray blonde hairs from her face. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Oh God, yes," she croaked.

"Drink some more water," he said.

She sipped more water from the bottle, then said, "That was amazing."

"The sex?"

"Yeah."

"Only because you were willing to trust me," he said as he began to clean her ass and pussy gently.

"Oooh!" she moaned and jumped. "That feels nice."

"We need to clean you up so you don't get an infection."

"Thanks. When are you leaving?" she asked.

"Too soon. I do wish you could come with me."

"My boss expects me back to work. Besides, I have benefits, paid vacations, and occasionally I get overtime. How many bartenders do you know with that kind of a deal?"

"None," he replied, "except you."

"Plus, I can't buy my own bar if I quit now."

"Good point."

"I only took the job as a favor to Dawn. Their barkeep should be back on their feet by your next stop."

"Is that what she told you?"

"She said their barkeep was in a car accident."

Lorne laughed. "You need to know their regular barkeep was her ex-lover. She told him after she caught him with an Irish lass at our last stop she'd find a better barkeep. That's why she called you. You came highly recommended and were the best barkeep they've ever had. I know you're the reason they did so well this trip."

Kennedy closed her eyes, confused and feeling used. "Were you part of the plan as well?"

"No. We always come in for a pint or two after a day of tourists. It was your naughty question that sparked my interest. When you let me fuck your face, I knew you'd be mine and mine alone. I made it clear to all my clanmates that you were my wench and they were to keep their distance."

It was now she realized his accent was gone. "Is this how you normally sound?"

"Oh," said Lorne, "I guess I slipped out of character. Yes, this is the real me."

"I like him."

"I like you."

Lorne leaned down and kissed Kennedy with the same intense passion he'd always shared with her. His beard scratched her face and his cock hardened almost immediately, feeling her naked body beneath him. He pushed her onto her back and slammed his hard cock into her pussy, fucking her with the fever and passion they had always shared. Her pussy grasped his cock, squishing with each thrust. Her moans filled his ears fueling his desire, and the air thick with the scent of raw sex, as the lovers fucked.

He tugged hard on her nipples, causing her to cry out and moan as her orgasm coursed through her body. He pounded her savagely, wrapping his hands around her throat, and squeezing with enough pressure to silence her. Her second orgasm was even more intense than the first as she clawed his back. That was more than Lorne could take and he roared as he pulled out. His cock blasted its load coating her stomach, breasts with ropes of his hot cum hitting her face. Lorne collapsed upon Kennedy, panting as his spent cock softened. He slid to the side and pulled her upon his chest. The pair drifted off to sleep entwined in each other's arms.

Kennedy awoke alone with the sun shining though the curtains of the room. Her costume was in a heap on the floor. The air was thick with the scent of sex and orgasms of the lovers. Her body was stiff and sore from the intense night of passionate sex the lovers had shared.

"Lorne?" she called out.

There was no answer. She reached over to where he had been, and found a piece of paper. On it, was written:

Kennedy,

Thank you for a wonderful time. I'll never forget you or what we've done. Sex with you is by far the best I've ever had. I'm sorry I couldn't stay, but I have commitment to the faire. I will see you again.

Lorne "Shamus MacPhallus"

Tears escaped Kennedy's eyes as she crawled out of the bed and took a hot shower, scrubbing dried cum off her body. Deep down, she knew this moment would come, but on some level, she had wished he would have been able to stay. Once clean, she dried off, and dressed quickly. Suddenly, she realized her car was still at the faire as they came in his. Not knowing for sure where she was, she decided to step outside before calling a cab. The wind felt cool in her damp hair. There in the parking lot was her car.

She decided not to question the miracle as she gathered her things to leave. There in her car was a second note. "I had me clanmate bring me ye car wench. Hope to see you again soon. -L"

Kennedy smiled. She drove home and found a note on her front door. It was a calendar for the next year, and showed where the faire would stop next. She smiled and figured Dawn had left her this in case she decided to come visit.

After storing her costume, she spent the remaining day reflecting back upon her night of wild sex, and her time at the Renaissance Faire. She knew the odds of her seeing Lorne again were slim, but on some deep, dark level, she held onto that hope. No man had ever fucked her like he did. She knew one day, he'd be back and be hers forever.

Kennedy returned to the bar and resumed her normal life. From time to time, there would be a naughty message from Lorne in his "Shamus" character, telling her what he would do to her when they next met. Those calls would make her masturbate to his messages for days after.

She continued to save her tips and money, but even after another year, she was still short of the necessary down payment for a bank to loan her the rest. The only thing she had to look forward to was the return of the Renaissance Faire, and Lorne. Her dream to own her own bar was beginning to fade as every day passed. She used her memories and fantasies of being fucked by Lorne as temporary solace.

Days before Lorne's return, Kennedy was summoned to the bar for a mandatory staff meeting. She hated these because they always meant bad news for the staff. Everyone sat at the tables, whispering about the men in suits they had seen in the bar over the last several days. Kennedy fidgeted nervously. Was her boss about to sell the bar out from under her?

Rocky, her boss, stepped out and smiled. "I know you're all wondering what's going on so I'll cut to the chase. A young man approached me about buying the bar for double what it's worth, and I said yes."

Kennedy's heart shattered within her. "You son-of-a-bitch!" she whispered under her breath.

Rocky continued. "Now, before you all panic, the new owner has agreed to keep you all on with a raise."

There was a cheer from the staff, except Kennedy who was heartbroken and defeated. She hung her head and fought back the tears.

"Now allow me to introduce your new owner, Mr. Breckenridge, and his lawyer Mr. Shilling."

Two men in suits stepped forward, but Kennedy couldn't bring herself to look up. To her, it didn't matter if it was Jesus Christ himself, her dream had been destroyed. She fought back the tears as the first man spoke. "Mr. Breckenridge and I have been discussing this time of transition and if anyone feels they can no longer work here, you will be given a letter of recommendation and a fair severance package."

Several of the employees whispered among themselves. Kennedy kept quiet, still searing with rage. Rocky knew she wanted to buy the bar, how could he betray her like this?

"Perhaps you'd like to hear what Mr. Breckenridge has to say."

Mr. Shilling turned his attention to Mr. Breckenridge who had been staring at Kennedy the whole time. "Thank you Mr. Shilling."

Kennedy's head snapped up. Her eyes wide. She knew that voice. There, standing before her in an expensive suit was Lorne. His auburn beard was now nicely trimmed along his jawline, his hair was pulled back into a single ponytail, and his brown eyes were still as piercing as they were the last time she saw them.

A subtle smile graced his lips as he spoke. "I've waited a long time to find a place worthy of my investment and I feel I've found it. In a few weeks, we'll be closing our doors for a full remodel. All of you will be sent to be fitted for new uniforms and trained to perform within the theme of our new establishment."

"And what might that be?" asked one of the bar-backs Kennedy liked, simply because he'd change the kegs for her whenever she asked.

"A Renaissance Faire tavern filled with the finest bar wenches and barkeeps in the valley," said Lorne.

"Hey Kennedy, isn't that kinda what you did last year?" asked one of the cocktail waitresses.

"Yeah... something like that," she mumbled.

"And to aid me in the day to day operations, with the sound recommendation from Rocky here, I'd like to make Miss Kennedy Thornhill our new bar manager."

Kennedy's jaw dropped open as the rest of the staff applauded and cheered. "Thank..." she stuttered and cleared her throat, "um... thank you?"

The meeting adjourned and everyone began getting the bar ready for the evening shift. Lorne called Kennedy to his new office. Locking the door, he said, "I'm sure you're surprised to see me here."

"That's an understatement," she snapped.

"You sound angry."

"Wouldn't you be?" she shrieked. "You never once let on you were looking at buying my bar!"

"It's not your bar, at least, not yet anyway." Lorne began closing the gap between them.

"What are you playing at, Lorne?"

"You told me last year over one of our many picnics that you wanted more than anything to own your own bar, specifically this one. So, after that last night in the hotel, I got to thinking about how my time with the Renaissance Faire would end soon, and I needed a back-up plan. I figured a successful bar with the most beautiful and sexy woman would be the perfect thing."

Kennedy scowled. "And where is this woman you speak of?"

Lorne stood within inches of Kennedy and said, "Right in front of me."

Kennedy slapped Lorne's face hard. "Then why did you fucking steal my bar? Better yet, why didn't you tell me you could afford to pay Rocky double its value?"

Lorne rubbed his face. "I guess I deserved that. And I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure Rocky would go for the deal. He did hesitate at first, saying he promised it to his best bartender. However, everyone has their price."

Kennedy tried to strike again, but Lorne caught her hand mid-air. "Not twice you won't," he growled.

She swung with her free hand, but he caught that one too, then pushed her into a wall and kissed her forcefully. His tongue invaded her mouth as he pushed his hips into her groin. He held her hands with one hand, and removed his tie with the other. He broke off the kiss, spun her around and tied her hands behind her back.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she questioned.

Lorne removed a handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed it into her mouth. "Teaching me saucy wench some respect."

He moved Kennedy to the desk, bent her over, and removed her pants. Her satin thong panties were soaked. "Looks like someone has missed me."

Kennedy moaned as his fingers touched her pussy through her panties. He freed his cock, slid her panties to the side, and rammed his throbbing manhood into her. A deep, guttural moan came from Kennedy as he filled her. Lorne grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he thrust, pounding her pussy ruthlessly.

Kennedy's eyes rolled back as she was being fucked, savoring the feeling of Lorne's engorged cock with each thrust. Her pussy sucking and grabbing his cock. Then she felt the first blow on her ass.

SMACK.

"That's for trying to hit me a second time," growled Lorne.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

Kennedy's pussy clamped down on Lorne's cock as her orgasm struck. She moaned through the gag, her body shook, and Lorne kept striking her bottom. Each thrust, each strike, Kennedy craved more of Lorne's cock, his strength, and him. Her mind spun as he pounded her cunt, filling her the way only he could.

Lorne could feel that tell-tale feeling his own climax was nearing. He grabbed a handful of Kennedy's hair, pulling her head back, then pulling out and spinning her around. He quickly removed the gag from her mouth and replaced it with his cock. His cum shot out, filling her mouth and coating her tongue and throat.

The taste of their combined juices brought Kennedy to another orgasm. Her juices leaked down her legs as her pussy throbbed and the heat from Lorne's blows radiated from her ass. She licked and sucked the sweet treat as she looked up at Lorne with her blue eyes that had longed to see him for the last year. He moaned softly as he fucked her mouth until his cock softened and fell from her mouth. The air was thick with the scent of raw sex, sweat, and alcohol.

Lorne stood Kennedy up, took her into his arms, looked deep into her blue eyes, and said softly, "I bought this bar so I could be with you. And I didn't steal it, I bought it. For us."

He leaned down and kissed her softly, tasting his cum on her lips and tongue. Kennedy could smell his cologne mixing with the taste of his cum and mouth.

"For us?" she asked, breaking away from the kiss.

"Why else would I call you so much for the last year, or leave the faire schedule on your door? I can't get you off my mind."

"I thought Dawn left that."

Lorne chuckled. "She tried to tell me you would move on after we left."

"Shows what she knows."

The couple resumed kissing, savoring in their reunion. Outside of the office, the staff walked away from the door saying, "About fucking time she got laid. She's been such a bitch this last year."