Mister H

Mister H

An excited, girlish giggle echoed across the dark streets of Gotham. That giggle was quickly followed by the sounds of police sirens and flashing red and blue lights. There weren’t many in the city brave enough to stick their heads out of their apartment windows to take a look. That was an easy way to catch a stray bullet. Sure enough, only a moment later gunfire erupted as the Gotham police began shooting at the suspected criminal.

Harley Quinn squealed in excitement as a bullet ricocheted off a dumpster that she was running past. Looking over her shoulder, she blew “Gotham’s Finest” a slobbery raspberry. When she turned back, she saw more police turning down the street and coming straight at her. Her only choice was to turn down a darkened alley. Cutting a quick right, she ran down the alley until she came to a brick wall with a metal door. She grabbed the handle and desperately tried to open it, but she found it securely locked. “Oh, fiddlesticks!” she squeaked before turning around.

Cop cars screeched to a halt right in front of the mouth of the alley. The policemen hopped out of their cars and hid behind them with only their heads and guns peeking over the roofs and hoods. “Give it up, Quinn! You’re surrounded!” one of them shouted.

Dropping the sack of stolen cash onto the ground, she pulled out her trusty mallet. “Would you believe me if I said I was completely innocent?” she called out. A single gunshot rang out, hitting her mallet which caused it to fly out of her grip. “Didn’t think so …” she mumbled as she looked around for an escape plan. Out of nowhere, a cord wrapped around her midsection, pinning her arms to her sides. She yelped as she was pulled high into the air at a rapid speed. After a second, she got her bearings. She blinked a few times and realized that she was face to face with her old pal, Batman.

“Oh hey, Bats! How’s it shakin’?” she smiled cutely at him, batting her big, beautiful eyes.

“Are you ever going to stop being a pest?” he asked, clearly annoyed at having to deal with her antics again.

“You got me all wrong, Batsy! I was just walking down the street, minding my own business when …”

She was cut off when a streak of colored light slammed into Batman’s face. It exploded in a puff of stinging smoke. Batman immediately reared back, coughing and groaning in pain. Seeing her opportunity, she dropped down and swept his legs from under him. As his back slammed into the concrete rooftop, Harley was grabbed and tossed onto the back of a flying broom.

“I can’t leave you alone for a second, can I?” Harley heard the familiar British voice. She smiled happily and hugged him tightly from behind.

“I’d prefer that you didn’t, Puddin’,” she called out, closing her eyes and basking in his warmth. Suddenly her eyes flew open.

“The bag! My lucky mallet!” she cried out. She sighed in relief when Harry held up the bag and jiggled it tantalizingly.

“I got your toy as well,” he told her.

“My hero!” she sang and kissed his cheek lovingly.

Mister H

They ducked down as they flew into an open apartment window. The apartment was nothing special. It was a small, semi-rundown room with barely any furniture. The only thing special about it was the number of bags spread across the ground that were overflowing with cash. As Harley hopped off of the broom, she grabbed the bag from Harry and tossed it with the others. Squealing in glee, she jumped into the pile of money sacks and rolled around.

Harry rolled his eyes as he put the broom in the closet where the rest of his stuff was. Since coming to this world, Harry always kept his old items in tip-top shape. There was no way that he’d be able to replace them if they broke or were damaged. A happy laugh brought his attention back to Harley.

When he first came here, he obviously needed money. He was old enough that he didn’t consider himself a hero anymore. He wasn’t beyond taking from the wealthy to enhance his own life. That was how he had met Harley. She had just ended things with her former partner and was looking after herself. They had met while robbing the same criminal-owned bank at the same time. Since then, she refused to be separated from him. Harley turned her attention to him with a sultry look on her face. Crawling over to him on her hands and knees, she stopped when she was at his feet. She looked up while her hands slid up his thighs.

“Being my hero, I think you deserve a reward,” she told him while still wearing her black eye mask and red and black jester outfit. Her face was still painted white and her lips were a deep burgundy red. Harry didn’t stop her when she unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his hard cock out. With a gloved hand, she started jacking him off at a rapid pace, not bothering to start off slow. When she was certain that he was at full hardness, she lifted his shaft up and licked him from his balls, all the way up to the bottom of his head. Harry groaned in utter satisfaction. Harley gave the best head. He heard her happy giggle and looked down. She was pushing down on his cock and laughing as it sprang back up. Doing this a few more times, she eventually grew bored with the action and started to pepper it with kisses. Taking charge, Harry placed his hand underneath her chin and tilted her head up. She looked at him with worshipful eyes. Harry patted the head of his cock against her sweet lips, and when she quickly opened her mouth, Harry slid his cock in.

He kept pushing until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. Harley reached out and grabbed his ass. Giving it a squeeze, she pulled on his body as she forced her face closer to his crotch. Harry placed his hand on top of her jester hat-covered head just as she gagged. She continued to force herself down until her face was touching his body. She looked up at him, and Harry could see how proud she was. It was always a chore taking his huge cock all the way down her throat. Holding her head, Harry pulled back before thrusting forward. Her body gagged again. He thrust again. Her body heaved. Harry moaned as his hips began to move faster and faster. After a few minutes, he was powerfully fucking her face. Slobber dripped down from her mouth and covered his bloated balls which were slapping against her chin. When she reached out and gripped his body tightly, Harry pulled back and removed his cock from her mouth. Instantly, he could feel the cold air cooling his raging erection, helped by the fact that it was covered in her saliva. Harley gasped in a deep breath of air while her chest inflated and deflated rapidly. Harry knew that her face was red. It was only the white paint on her face that kept it hidden. To remedy that, Harry waved his hand and used his magic on her.

Harley shuddered when she suddenly felt the cool air brushing against her hot, naked skin. Looking down, she saw that she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Harry had done this a thousand times. He was too eager to get at her and couldn’t wait for her to undress. She saw that her outfit was neatly folded and cleaned and was sitting on a chair off to the side. She definitely appreciated the fact that she was no longer wearing makeup. It took forever to get the white paint off of her face. The only downside was that he removed all of her makeup. Harley liked being pretty for him, but the love of her life, Mister H always said that she was a natural beauty and didn’t need makeup. He would never lie to her … but still.

“I’ll be right back, Puddin’!” she called out and ran toward the bathroom. Harry happily watched her hips sway and her perky ass jiggle as she ran. Harry stripped down and climbed on the bed. Laying back, he put his hands behind his head while his cock was sticking straight up, ready for some fun. When she burst out of the bathroom, she had her regular, girly makeup back on with her blonde hair tied up in her signature pigtails. She jumped onto the bed and jumped up and down happily before standing still. Her legs were on either side of his body, giving Harry a perfect view of her hairless slit. “Is this for me?” she teased, lifting her foot up and brushing her toes against his shaft. Harry kept his eyes on her sexy body.

“You know it is,” he smirked as she giggled and spun around so that her back was facing him. She dropped down to her hands and knees and began worshiping his cock with her mouth again. This time, however, she wasn’t content with only giving. She spread her knees and arched her back, showing Harry her dripping wet slit. He could instantly smell how aroused she was. He saw a bead of arousal roll down her perfect slit and over her hard clit before dropping down and hitting him on the chest. Not feeling his tongue on her, she grunted and wiggled her perky bottom. Harry grabbed her by the waist and pulled her ass down to his face. The scent of her arousal was intense as his tongue snaked out from his mouth and touched her engorged clit. As soon as it touched her, he channeled magic through his tongue, directly into her clit. Harry moaned when Harley squealed in pleasure while still sucking on his cock. The vibrations only added to the pleasure she was giving him. Harley, for her part, was very impatient. She pushed her ass down and ground it against his face. Within seconds, his mouth was covered in pussy juice. Grabbing her hips tightly, he used his magic to vibrate his tongue. Slowly, he wiggled it up and down between her smooth, plump lips. Harley was moaning like a whore while putting her weight on his face. Her hips were rolling as she rode his tongue to completion. Pulling off of his cock, Harley rolled onto her side and squeaked as her pussy convulsed. She could feel her walls fluttering as her body spasmed out of control. Like always, she wished that she wasn’t the first to cum. Just then, Harry grabbed her and flipped her onto her belly. He manhandled her ass up into the air and thrust in with a single, powerful push. Harley grabbed the bedsheets tightly and cried out from the intense pleasure. Her pussy was incredibly sensitive since she was still in the process of cumming. She bit down on the sheets as her lover began sculpting her pussy to fit his cock precisely.

Harley suddenly spat out the sheet and cried out in pain and pleasure as Harry grabbed her pigtails and pulled her head back. Her ass was rippling violently from the brutal fucking that she was receiving. Pussy juice sloshed out of her cumming cunt and coated his swinging balls. A slap on the ass had her pussy clamping down on his shaft. Another slap made her scream. Just then, he let her hair go and pulled out from her wet depths. He shoved his finger all the way down her asshole with a single push. Harley’s eyes went wide as his magic was directed straight into her ass.

“Mista H!” she screamed in her accented voice. Her pussy exploded with a spray of juice as she began violently squirting. Spray after spray ejected from her body and hit her man on the chest and belly. Harry was practically showering in her jets of pussy juice as he rapidly stroked his cock. Harley was spasming out of control when ropes of thick, sticky cum landed all over her young, supple body. Once he was drained, he collapsed next to his cumming lover. Harley quickly turned over and snuggled up to him, draping a leg over his waist and rubbing her sensitive pussy against his hip while peppering his neck with kisses. Suddenly, they heard somebody stomping angrily on the floor.

“Keep it down!” they heard the muffled voice of an old guy.

“Fuck off, old man!” Harley yelled back angrily and grabbed the alarm clock from the nightstand. She threw it as hard as she could against the ceiling. It slammed into the ceiling, leaving a dent before falling noisily back to the ground. All Harry could do was chuckle happily.