Title: “The Impossible Smile”
Warnings: excessive drug use, sex, sex and more sex
Pairing: Joker formerly known as “Jack”/Harley
Disclaimer: “The Joker” and any other characters belong to DC Comics, the WB, the Warner Bros. company, among others. I wish he could be mine though!
Summary: “Jack” and “Harley” continue through some very steamy sex. Meanwhile, the find out just EXACTLY what is in that bank bag, and Harley worries about unfortunate circumstances.
He forced his massive member inside me over and over again. And he thought he’d put on his new gloves I got him and tickle and press around my clitoris as he thrust his cock inside, teasing me. What I always loved best is when he would run the head of his penis right over my clit. I was screaming with pleasure, Jack’s teasing me was making me shake.
“Ohh!” I yelled once more. “Again, ple-heaze! Again, Jack!” I heaved between orgasms and he began to stroke my clit very gently, and then BOOM! He pushed his thumb onto my pulsating clit and it made me shoot out heavily. Then, suddenly, he stopped. He went into the trunk at the end of our bed, pulled off his gloves, and reached in to grab a leather collar with a chain leash. He liked to lead me around on my hands and knees. We had hooks put onto the ceiling for places to chain me to. We also had mirrors on the ceiling and on one of the walls.
“Herrre, kitty-kitty,” he purred, pointing at his erection. “Down. Suck it-tah.” I got down on the mat in front of the bed, there just for that reason. It was covered with semen that had missed my mouth and the adventures of cunnilingus. I took it into my mouth, full-well knowing that most men who have “dope dick” aren’t able to come. Most men, cannot. But Jack? He doesn’t have that sort of problem.
I put one hand under his balls and pressing on his taint. “Mmmm! Ahh, yesssss! Good, good, kitty. Now… ahh, lick it! Suck. It. Ahh!” he breathed deeply, “Do it like Daddy lovesss-ah… ooh! OH. Yess!” I took it in deep-throat, licking around his nine-inch member like a kid sucking a candy cane. A candy cane with girth, and then some.
Once I got down to the tip, I sucked in, hard. I could feel the blood running through his veins to his cock, strong as a heartbeat. It pulsated against my lips. My acrylic nails tickled his balls and he went back and fourth from grunting to giggling. A few drops of precum made it to my lips, and I lapped up the milky and sweet liquid, like a lollipop or a sweet candy filled with creamy sustenance.
He tugged on the chain to the collar, as if to stop but I was still sucking hard on his dick, and he came onto my lips. Parting them, he grunted loudly as I slurped it into my mouth. He pulled me up from the floor onto the bed. “You are so beautiful…” he repeated in a soothing voice, and I felt perfectly safe from the jungle of the city outside. He tugged on my long hair with fury. “Oh! Yesssss! Yes, ahh!” he shook his head, furiously, as if he’d just gotten out of the shower. “Uuuuuh! Huh!” he grunted and flapped back onto the bed, his green hair flying in a mass of curls. I hopped onto the bed pointing down to my hot pussy, dilating from giving head and squirting juices. “Oh, uh, right. No problem. I just need a little more blow. Can you hit me up with a speedball… please?” he winked at me, with a half smile, and giggled with a pout-faced lip.
I readied the spoon, “More dope or coke?”
“What do YOU think?” he smirked. I decided on a little more coke, to keep his energy up. I wanted him to have his energy up. Putting the lighter under the spoon, the water bubbled and fizzed. I wondered if later on, I would be able to do any tattoo work. Screw it, I thought, quite literally. I put the rubber tube around his arm, and he pumped his fist hard.
“Just a little pin prick,” I sang to Pink Floyd’s ‘Comfortably Numb‘, and Jack looked on in interest. “Move your face. I can’t see the light,” I pushed his head back. I pushed in and out to make sure all the numbing substances got into his veins, and I knew when he started giggling, talking madly but all slumped over. I checked the bulge in his silky boxer-briefs. A couple more minutes and he was raring to go.
Sticking my tongue into his mouth and letting it swirl about, I knew it. “Mmmm! Uhh, my pretty kitty… I must take you now. Grrr!” and he lead me back to the bedroom, lifted over his shoulder to drop me down, nearly missing the bed! I pushed myself all the way up and he fastened me into the bed, with soft cuffs he had stolen from Arkham Asylum. It was either that or rope and ‘cuffs that were too uncomfortable for me in my tired state.
“Do we want-tah to play-ah ‘How Many Fingers’ or ‘The Alphabet Game’ first?” he laughed, like a horny, little devil.
“Both! Please, baby!” I begged.
“Of course, My Vicious Princess! Of course!” He slid his fingers up and down my clit, pressing hard. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and tried to keep from wiggling. That was the name of the game… with ‘How Many Fingers?’ I was always incapable of not shaking or wiggling around. First one finger circling inside me, touching one of my g-spots. Then two, like claws on either side…
“OH… MY… GAH-AH-AH-AH!” he pushed all his fingers inside, then pulled out before his thumb went back in, and I was wriggling around like I was making him ride on a mechanical bull!
“My Dear, you have the choice of ONE letterrr, which one do you want-tah?”
“Jackie, I’d love to have a ‘C’, but make it backwards,” I whispered, shiverring. He began licking away, “Wait Wait! I’ve changed my mind. I want a lowercase ‘I’, but please make sure you get the dot, ple-hease!” His tongue had girth and the tip hit it over and over and over. Until I was shaking with orgasm.
“I need another shot, babe,” I said, exasperatedly. “Then we go to bed. I have to go to work tomorrow. Just because we have ONE strike of luck, doesn’t mean it’s gonna last forever…”
Sitting on the couch, tying off my arm with pure dope, I tossed the brown zipped-up bag to Jack. “Don’t get excited. Some of them are marked, but a lot of them aren’t.”
“MORE money?!?” he threw around, “We have MORE?” He tossed the bills into the air, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Ha Hahahaha-haaaaa! Huh? Wait a second… look at this withdrawal slip.”
I looked, “Shit. This belongs to Maroni. Just forget it. I found it in a place not even Maroni would show! On top a fucking phone booth a block from the shop… finder’s fucking keepers! Burn this!” I handed the withdrawal slip to Jack and he burned it over the coffee table. That was it. We burned the marked bills, too.
“No worries-ah,” Jack calmed me. “I’m coming to work with you tomorrow,” he said kissing me and brushing my shoulder. “Guns. We both need guns-ah, and you’re great-tah at throwing that knife. It’ll be alright-ah. Don’t worry babe… I’m not. No, I’m not-tah.
“Another shot, baby?” he offered, when I sat in silence.