Mistresses and Masters, a Thrill of Short Stories

Vroom Vroom

Let me set the scene for you; it's Harley Quinn and Joker getting it on. They're in Arkham city in Joker's Mansion.

We're in the study. I'm sitting on the red velvet couch. You're sitting on the chair. Fire crackling at the hearth. It's late and we've had one or two extra glasses of champagne. You slowly walk up to me and climb onto my lap. You sit down, legs apart. Your fingers travel to my waistcoat buttons. You unbutton them slowly. Your fingers undo my bow tie. You aggressively rip it from my collar, it falls to the floor. You undo the first two buttons of my shirt. You take my hands and place them on your hips. I squeeze gently, a moan escapes you. Your hands slide up and unbuckle your corset. You slide it off revealing your black and red bra. You step your fingers up my chest. Your hands grab onto my shirt. You smile and bite your lip. You tear my shirt open, buttons fly through the air. You run your nails gently down my chest. You get off my lap and stand in front of me. Your finger runs down your body. You unbuckle your belt and unzip your skin-tight pants. You spin around, you're back facing me. You lean forward, pushing your ass out to me. You slide your tight pants off with difficulty, swaying your hips from side to side as you go. You fling your pants onto the chair. You look so sexy in your red and black lace underwear. Your hands slide onto your ass cheeks. You give it a good squeeze. My breathing changes. You're making me want you even more. You turn around to face me, you push your hip out to the side. You stretch out your panties and let them go with a snap. Your sexy body struts towards me. You jump onto my lap, legs apart. You grip my shirt and slide your body right up against me, leaving no space between us. Your smooth skin rubs against me. You lean in and kiss my neck. My hands slide onto your thighs as I inhale. You let go of my shirt and place your hands on my chest. You pull away from my neck and look into my eyes. My hands slide onto your back and pull you closer into a passionate kiss. Your hands slide down to my belt. You unbuckle it, unbutton my pants and unzip them. "Let's have some fun, Puddin." "Anything you say, Pumpkin Pie." "Vroom! Vroom!" The rest is a bit hazy, but I know that I can say; "Wow, what a night."