Chapter 2: A Wrestler and a Wizard Walk Into a Bar (Becky Lynch(Professional Wrestler))

A long day passes into the ether for Harry Potter. He finds his way into a bar and wants to just sit down and have a nice quiet evening. Quiet evenings came few and far between as far as Harry recalls during his life. He sits down at the back end of the bar and orders a drink. The bartender nods and gets Harry what he wants.

Not too many people in the bar this evening. A couple of men stagger around in an attempt to play pool. There are a couple of jovial fellows playing darts on the other end. One woman staggers out of the bar with her friends chase around her.

"Yeah, don't worry. We'll get her home safe. Yeah, we got the car keys!"

Harry snorts at the women making their way out of the bar. Some people just fail to handle their liquor. Harry shrugs, best not to judge.

'Not all of us have magic which negate it.'

Harry's eyes linger in the bar in time to spot a figure making her way into the bar. She tries to maintain a profile when maneuvering through the bar. She clips flaming red hair into a ponytail. A very fancy leather jacket covers her shoulders along with a green top which stretches over her chest and allows Harry to glimpse at her toned abs. She dresses in a pair of tight leather pants which clings to her body like a second layer of skin. Sunglasses top off the outfit to cover her face.

Her gaze lingers across the bar at Harry. Harry tells she tries to access whether or not he's someone who could cause her trouble. Given how she's keeping a low-profile, for reasons which Harry figures out quickly, he gives her a nod across the bar.

"Mind if I sit here," she comments in a distinct Irish accent.

"Sure," Harry replies to her.

The woman answers with a smile and sits down at the bar in the stool next to Harry. She shifts over to the bartender. "The Number Nine, please."

Harry raises an eyebrow. Sure the Number Nine was not the most potent drink in the pub. Still, it never ends well when novice drinkers take a look at it. She takes the drink and looks at him. Harry leans towards her, making sure no one is in an earshot.

"You're Becky Lynch," Harry comments.

"Yeah," she murmurs underneath her breath. "Try and keep that one under wraps, mate."

Being someone who always understands the need to keep a low profile in public, Harry nods in understanding. He puts his fingers on the edge of the table to grab the drink and down it. Becky's eyes follow and she waits for an introduction.

"Where are my manners?" Harry asks. "I'm Harry Potter."

Becky answers with a brief nod and smiles. She leans back for a second and stops after remembering she's sitting on a stool. A long tour with WWE wraps up after tonight and she's a bit scatterbrained.

"You come here often?" Becky asks him. "I've been here and I've never seen you around…not as often now after I'm oversees."

Another drink comes to the table. Harry leans over and motions to the bartender.

"Put the ladies drinks on my tab," Harry says.

Becky acts like she's about ready to protest. Harry holds his hand up towards her to cease her protests."

"Hey, it's the least I can do for my daughter's favorite wrestler," Harry responds to her. Becky raises an eyebrow. "Yeah…I admit I don't really check out wrestling all that much these days. It's more something that I watch with my daughter, Lily."

A nod comes over Becky. Harry grimaces ever so slightly as she turns away. He recalls Vernon ranting about the days of Big Daddy and Giant Haystacks, and how those were the days of real men. Not like that "fake shit" that passes for wrestling these days.

He notices Becky shift in her seat with a slight grimace in her posture. Harry watches as her jacket slides off to reveal her toned arms which press against the seat.

"Problem?"

"Just the normal getting tossed around the ring," Becky said. "It's nothing. At least I don't…thankfully they have some good doctors…otherwise I'd be more concerned."

Becky's lack of comfort becomes very obvious. Harry leans a little bit closer to her.

"I can work out the kinks if you would like me to?"

Hesitation hits Becky for the next couple of seconds as she debates whether or not to allow him to work his magic. Finally, Becky nods her consent, feeling that a relaxing shoulder massage would be the best thing for her right now.

"It's kind of my upper shoulder, up in the area of my neck," Becky said. The warmth coming from the fingers of this handsome gentleman pushes against her. "Right there."

Becky enters a state of bliss with Harry's fingers brushing against the back of her neck. She closes her eyes and allows Harry to work her shoulder over. She feels the tension and the soreness of her shoulder after hitting that turnbuckle a bit too hard during tonight's match Becky's entire body buzzes a little bit, the more Harry shifts his fingers over her body. She takes in a couple more deep breaths.

On instinct, Becky slides a little bit over towards Harry's stool. Her ass grinds against him a bit more.

"I can't believe this," Becky murmurs underneath her breath.

The buzz of a few drinks, the massage, and a rough week of touring pushes Becky's inhibitions to the side. She deeply breaths when Harry keeps working her over. His fingers move down Becky's spine and works her over a few seconds later.

"More!" Becky encourages him.

"Of course, luv," Harry breathes in her ear.

Those magical hands reduce Becky's inhibitions to little more than jelly. Her nipples start to react to the stimulation of Harry's fingers moving down her. He has experience of reducing a woman to jelly.

"You've got a little bruise," Harry informs her.

Becky gives him a shifty little smile. The curtain hanging blocks most of the bar from seeing them. Becky takes a moment to close her eyes and make a snap decision. He was handsome and she could use a little stress relief after her time on the road.

"Why don't you kiss it and make it better?" Becky asks with a soft smile.

He takes the bait and kisses the back of Becky's neck. She closes her eyes as his hands rub down her back. Becky reaches around and takes one of his hands before dropping it on her toned abs. Harry touches her and brings a spark of pleasure through her body.

Becky Lynch's eyes flood over with more pleasure. Harry touches and tempts her abs. Those abs were so hot you can melt button on him. She now completely sat on Harry's lap when on the bench. The former Smackdown Women's Champion's hair brushes against the side of Harry's neck. He pays with her hair and kisses the back of her hair which makes Becky lose it with a soft moan.

"Are okay?" Harry asks her.

"Fantastic," Becky breathes when feeling her entire body just light on fire from the touches. Harry manages to manipulate her with those hands and drives her completely. "I feel great…maybe I should refer you to the other…girls."

Harry's smile widens when he senses the arousal coming from the fiery female wrestler. His fingers brush against Becky's nipples and make her just breath in. His hand slips underneath her top and starts to play with her breasts. Two supple breasts, perky and firm, crush into Harry's hands.

"Tell me to stop and I will," Harry informs her.

"I don't want you to bloody stop!" Becky yells out.

Those fingers tempt Becky's nipples and get them as hard as stones. He kisses the back of her neck and makes the Lass Kicker drive her shapely bum into his crotch. The sturdy stools prevent it from collapsing underneath her weight. Becky throws her head back and a soft moan follows.

Harry's cock leaves his pants and now Harry slowly works his fingers down Becky's entrance through her tight pants. She shifts against him.

Becky feels the need, the desire to be filled by this handsome stranger push into her. The bartender disappears into the back room. Becky fails to give a fuck. She prepares to receive one big fuck. She takes a deep breath when feeling those talented fingers brush against her body. Becky's entire body just wavers with each touch of the handsome stranger int his bar.

"Oh, get me out of these pants."

Obliging the fierce and sexually aroused woman never once strays from Harry's fingers. He works Becky's tight leather pants down to her ankles and makes quick work of her thong panties next. His fingers rub against Becky's crotch with curls of red hair sticking from her arousal. Harry touches her between her legs and makes her breath.

Becky rises up and feels his cock all already out of his pants. She judges the length to beat around a foot long just by brushing against her leg. Becky bites down on her lip. She fears what could happen and also becomes very excited when the breaths come down her body.

"Harry," she whispers.

"Relax, Luv."

Harry tempts the back of Becky's neck and kisses the back of her neck. His mouth wraps around her at the same time of his hands roaming against the fighting Lass's fit body. Harry touches her rib cage and makes her take a deep breath the more Harry works against her.

The fire spreading through Becky's lions only escalates. She feels the desire to have one thing inside of her. Harry's engorged prick pushes against her body and she feels it enter her. Becky spreads her legs and leans back against him. She sits on the stool with Harry's monster of a cock parting her lips and working into her pussy.

"Fooking hell!"

"Damn, Becks, you're so tight," Harry groaned.

Becky bites down on her lip to feel him slide in. A never ending supply of cock enters her body. Her soft thighs receive a good working over when arousal pools over onto the bar stool. She feels Harry slow him rising up into her. Becky stifles a scream for him.

"It's in me!" Becky cheers.

The high-energy scream coming from the diva makes her flush when remembering they were technically in a public place. And it also increases Becky's arousal to receive this huge cock in public. The rush throws Becky into a fit of moans the more Harry massages her body when working into her.

Harry spends time mapping a path to all of Becky's high spots. The hot and lewd sounds coming from the trashing woman makes Harry push into her. His balls grind against her when pushing his cock into her. Becky rises up a bit and uses the bar for leverage before descending down on his prick.

"Easy does it."

Little care for how much this will hurt in the morning flows through Becky's body. Becky tightens her grip around him. Her climax reaches a fever pitch the more she slides Harry into her body. She plants her warm loins against Harry's rising cock and makes him pass into her body. Becky clutches the edge of the table and pants out when taking more of Harry's cock inside of her.

"Yeah, baby, "Becky mewls at the top of her lungs. "Want…I want…more!"

Becky's eyes flood over with the pleasure increasing over her body. Her Irish accent becomes thicker the harder Harry drives his cock inside of her body. Harry pumps his hard cock inside of her perfect pussy. She clutches Harry and releases him with her hot loins. Becky pumps the thick cock of her handsome lover into her tight body.

"Go ahead, let it go."

Intense stimulation applying to her nipples shot Becky's emotional release to the rough. She thrashes down onto him and grips his cock into her. The best and most mind rattling orgasm explodes through Becky's body. Becky grabs down onto Harry's bicep and rises up to bring herself into her.

She comes down with a height. Being in good physical shape, Becky knows she can go the distance. The stamina kicks up to another level when driving more of Harry inside of her tight loins. Harry grabs Becky around the hips and drives her down onto his massive cock to fill her up one more time.

Becky comes down to earth once again. Harry runs his fingers over her face. She turns over her shoulder to face him and smiles.

"Still with me," Harry said.

"Yeah," Becky lets out with a throat moan.

The next few minutes come with Harry's hands locking onto Becky's firm ass and squeezing it as much as possible. His fingers push against the Irish Lass's butt and encourages her to grind against him. Harry's cock slips out of her still stiff and hard.

"Fooking hell, I want it in my ass so bad," Becky encourages him. "Come on, you know you want this ass. You know it's at least five stars!"

Becky wiggles her tight ass against Harry's face and Harry's spanks it a couple of times. A finger slips into Becky's mouth and she sucks on Harry's finger hard which prompts another twitch to her cock. Harry rushes his finger down her and stimulates her anal core.

"Do you think you can take it?" Harry asks.

"Yeah, bugger me!" Becky yells.

Harry rubs his free hand against her pussy at the same time he stimulates her ass. The combination drives Becky completely wild and makes her pant in pleasure. He slides against Becky's tight ass and works himself closer to her back hole.

For a second, Becky wonders if she, in the heat of the moment, bites off more than she could chew. She bites down on her lips and takes the biggest cock ever in her tight bum. The heat of her ass grips Harry's cock when pushing it inside of her.

Becky's meaty rear slams down against Harry's cock. He groans with the high energy this wrestler gives him when taking his cock into her. He grabs on every inch of Becky's body and gropes her chest before raking toned abs. He cannot help and touch these abs. They make Harry's lust flare even more than.

Twelve inches of cock pushes into her groin. Becky feels a sense of liberation and naughtiness. If all of the male superstars had hook ups with their ring rats, then it's only proper Becky receives some tender loving care of her own. And her ass receives the full brunt with Harry's hard balls slapping against her cheeks when plunging into her.

"So much cum," Harry groans. "I think I need to lighten the load."

"Cum in my ass!" Becky begs him.

Harry holds onto her and plants his rod into her ass. Anyone who dares look behind the curtain would get a sight. The bartender remains in the background. And Harry remains in Becky's back passage and lays into her ass as hard as possible.

Becky scratches up the fine finish on the wooden bar. Her head bobs back and forth. Becky's loins spill juices all over the floor. Her heart races a little bit more after Harry works her over. His balls slap against her backside and he's getting closer. Becky feels how closer he gets and she wants him to cum so badly.

She smacks her ass down against Harry and clutches him to milk his rod with her toned rear muscles. Harry is all over her body. Becky accepts the behavior and loves how these talented hands massage in all of the right hands. She just cums at thinking about him throwing her down on the hotel room and banging her brains out.

Harry grunts and bottoms out inside Becky's ass with his balls clenching together. He holds onto Becky and starts sliding his cock inside of her back passage before he erupts. The built up of seed keeps spilling in Becky's ass. Becky's encouraging sounds only entices Harry to push in.

Becky's hand rakes down Harry's arm as it rests on her leg. She closes her eyes and allows one of the greatest orgasms ever to pass through her after Harry finishes spilling his seed inside of her tight asshole.

He pulls out and Becky staggers out, collecting her clothes. Becky staggers a bit and takes a deep breath.

"Do you mind driving me back to my hotel?" Becky asks. "I'm a bit smashed."

"Of course," Harry agrees.

He cleans Becky off a little bit and helps her back into her clothes. Harry walks Becky to the side exit which she's grateful for.

'Just wait until you get me back to the hotel room,' Becky thinks as she fights back a lusty smile.

End.