The Actress' Date, Part 2
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tinhuviel“You’re about to find out,” Belinda said, backing away just far enough to be able to push the Joker back hard. He fell to the floor, giggles bursting from his throat as he watched Belinda pull her skirt off, and then her silk panties, revealing her smooth hairless cunt. “No no. No time for that, pretty clown. You can laugh all you want later. Right now, you’re gonna lick.”
Belinda straddled the Joker’s head and lowered herself onto his face. Her musk was deep from Belinda being under the spotlight for two hours straight, but it was a healthy, clean musk, the scent of a woman who did not mask her natural scent. The Joker showed his approval by drinking her in with relish. As he licked and sucked at Belinda, he removed his purple gloves so that he could caress her smooth, flawless skin, allowing his fingers to explore Belinda’s more secret crevices as she ground herself down on his face. “Honey, you’re one talented pretty clown. Lick me higher. Higher. Right….there. Suck me, you sexy thing. Yes…Mm…..Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”
Of course, the Joker stopped. Before he knew it, Belinda was off him and she slapped him hard. The Joker laughed at being struck. Oh, this one was a true delight! “I told you, pretty clown, not to fucking stop!”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” the Joker cackled. “I thought you said to stop fucking!”
“’I’m sorry’ what?”
And the Joker realised what Belinda wanted, and what she was, or at least wanted to be. He answered with mock demureness, “I’m sorry ma’am?”
“Damn right you are. Now let’s see how many licks it takes to get to the center of that Tootsie Pop, pretty clown.” Belinda lowered herself on the Joker again and the Joker once again enjoyed her lushness. He placed his hands on her ass cheeks and roughly massaged them as he ate Belinda out. She began to moan and murmur her approval while the Joker harmonized with her vocals in his own muffled tones. When she came close to climax, Belinda clamped the Joker’s head between her thighs and rocked back and forth, saying through gritted teeth, “I mean it, pretty clown. Don’t you dare stop, don’t you fucking dare! Oh, oh, oh no, don’t stop, pretty clown! Don’t stop, don’t sto----aaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!”
Belinda spasmed, cutting off the Joker’s air as her thighs tightened on both sides of his neck. He glorified in the oxygen deprivation, feeling himself throb in response. He thoroughly enjoyed having this beautiful woman ride his face like he was a Palomino and come so hard in response to the Joker’s expert tongue. His face was wet from her orgasmic waterfall, but he was unconcerned. The war paint he used now was water proof, so no pesky facial revelations plagued the Joker’s thoughts as he helped Belinda up and off him to ready herself for the next round of festivities.
“For a skinny white boy, you sure do have a talented tongue, pretty clown,” Belinda said with a shaky voice.
“And for a gorgeous black Goddess, you have a wonderful way of giving orders,” the Joker purred, lying on his back and licking his lips. “I should have known you were a sexual taskmaster, the way you command the stage, pea pod.”
Belinda laughed, then ripped open the Joker’s green vest. Buttons flew everywhere. “Heeeey,” the Joker complained, which made Belinda laugh even harder. The Joker wasn’t laughing though. He didn’t like having his snazzy duds. He grabbed her by the shoulders and scowled at her. “I had this suit tailor made, you crazy bitch.”
Belinda slapped the Joker hard across the face. “You can pick the buttons up later, if it’s that important to you. Now get undressed the rest of the way. I want to see your pretty clown body.”
She pulled away from the Joker and stepped behind her dressing screen. He watched her silhouette, the scowl still on his face. He narrowed his eyes as he shed the rest of his clothing. This one would pay, oh god yes, she would pay. The thought made the Joker’s cock harder. He looked down at it, admiring how it stood to attention so readily at the thought of violence as much, if not more so, than the thought of sex. It never failed to perk up at the sound of explosions or the smell of gasoline.
His musing over what turned him on made the Joker smile a little just as Belinda stepped from behind the screen decked nothing but a magenta leather corset and thigh high boots. She assessed her wiry fan, her eyes resting on his hard-on. Nodding with approval, Belinda said, “You’re pretty well-hung for a skinny boy, pretty clown. And I love how cock hair matches your lovely green locks. Nice touch. Does it…taste…green?”
“Only one way to find out, licorice whip.”
Belinda sunk to her knees and pushed the Joker backward until he collapsed onto her leather sofa. She settled in between his legs, letting her fingers move up and down his muscular thighs as she breathed all over the Joker’s cock and balls. Her breath moistened him up nicely and nearly drove him up the wall for wanting to feel her mouth wrap around his head and sink down to the root of his penis. It was like she read his mind because, no sooner had he thought this, Belinda opened her wet lips and took him in. She slowly swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, focusing on the sensitive underside, before swallowing him inch by wondrous inch until her nose was buried in the green-tinged fluff that framed the Joker’s cock and balls. He involuntarily thrust against her and she smacked him on the thigh, making him sit still while she held her position and let her throat do all the work. Belinda began to swallow, over and over again. He could feel the head of his cock being sucked further and further down her throat, which squeezed him with each subsequent swallow. Belinda’s particular talent elicited a truly desperate groan from the Joker. He was both shocked and a little ashamed to find himself at her mercy with only a half dozen simple throat contractions on her part. He put his hands on her head and she smacked them away, the pulled off his cock.
“Okay, pretty clown, here’s the rule. There’s only one. If you want to be fucked, if you want to fuck me, don’t touch me until I say you can. You got it, pretty clown? Do you think you can abide by that one little role, do you think you can control your fool self enough to earn your reward in the end? Or should I let you gather up your buttons now and show yourself out?”
The Joker almost reached for his pants to get one of his knives and cut her throat then and there, but he was too intrigued to do that. Instead, he forced himself to nod meekly and lean back, hoping she’d go back to doing that wonderful deep throat trick. He hated to admit it, but the Joker would do just about anything to keep Belinda happy enough to suck him like this. He might not even be able to kill her in the hope that Belinda would do this wonderful thing to him again someday. OH..SWEET..CHRIST..
Belinda could tell J was loving what she was doing to him. And she loved doing it. Nothing turned her on more than sucking – no, swallowing – a man’s cock and taking in his scent in between moments of deep-throating him. And J smelled incredible. He was clean, but not since that morning. He’d had time for his body to re-adopt its scent without the stench of the unwashed human body. His scent was undeniably male, carrying with it a spicy musk that had an underlying aroma that reminded Belinda of some kind of oil. Maybe gun oil? Or the kind of oil a man would use to clean tools? She couldn’t be certain, but whatever the scent was, it fit the pretty clown perfectly and made him even sexier. She moved her nose back and forth, letting it dig deeper into the Joker’s cock hair, and Belinda opened her mouth and throat to take in a precious breath along with the Joker’s sexy scent. It was hard for her to explain it, but he did actually smell….green. And green was good, oh so very good.
“I’m gonna cum,” the Joker managed.
Belinda pulled away from him. “Oh no, you’re not. Not yet. When you cum, I want to see it, but I want you inside me first. I want to feel you.”
She crawled up on the couch with the Joker and lay back, pulling her breasts out of their corset cradle. “Come over here. Fuck me and suck my titties hard.”
The Joker chuckled, moving beside her so he could take a breast in his right hand. He lowered his head to her midnight nipple. “I’ve been instructed to suck you hard, lit-tle nip-ple. Now, what kind of abuse is that-t?” He blew across her skin and made the nipple stand up. “Begging for it-t, I see, Belinda-linda-linda’s nip-ple.”
He cocked an eyebrow at Belinda and licked his lips before getting to work. Belinda arched her back to the Joker as he sucked her right nipple and kneaded her left breast. He didn’t need to know where the rest of her was. Instinct directed his actions. He placed one knee, then the other, between her legs and, hoisting her right leg to the back of the couch, the Joker lowered himself down onto, then into, Belinda. Her hairless pussy showed now resistance to him. He couldn’t help but sigh against her skin as he felt the gentle suction of her folds on his cock. It felt so good, the Joker had to bite her. He bit Belinda hard and giggled at her yelp. He then moved to her other breast and bit her nipple, then sucked on it hard, so hard that he drew some blood. The taste of her blood on his tongue turned the Joker on like nothing else had so far this night. He pulled himself out of her except for the very tip of his cock, then slammed into her hard. When she growled for more, he growled back, “Yes ma’am,” and he proceeded to fuck her slow and hard, grunting with each vicious thrust and basking in each cry his actions pulled from Belinda’s wonderfully ravaged body. The Joker fancied he could enjoy this forever, but there was no way it could last that long. Again, he said to her, “I’m gonna cum.”
“I want to see. Pull out. Pull out now.”
“Yes ma’am.” The Joker said, forcing himself to not thrust one final sweet time. He took himself out of Belinda and moved up her frame, straddling her hips and resting his tightly-wound balls on her damp pussy, grinding them against her clit just to hear her squeal with pleasure. Her large, lovely eyes were wide with expectation as the Joker pulled on his dripping cock, moving his hand back and forth slowly in order to maintain his coming orgasm, but wanting it to build to a thundering climax. He felt it building and building, and he gripped his cock tightly as he felt the fluid readying to explode. And explode it did! Rivulets of white goo burst out of the Joker’s cock, splashing all over Belinda’s corset and breasts, and specks of white dotted all over her face, which was bathed in awe and passion. Belinda took a finger and dabbed her finger against the Joker’s opening, which was still pouring semen with each climactic spasm. She rubbed her finger along her lower lip, then licked her lip clean.
“You’re as tasty as you are sexy, pretty clown.” She bucked and the Joker, taking the hint, moved off her, allowing her to sit up. She immediately moved her hand to her clit, working it expertly. “Even though you’ve already brought me off once, that performance got me all worked up again. I’ve got to take care of it. Talk to me, J. Help me get there.”
“Okay okay. I tell you what-t. I’ll tell you about these,” and he pointed at his scars. “They aren’t prosthetics, they’re scarrrs. Do you want to know how I got them?” The Joker nodded as he asked her this, assuming that she would indeed like to know.
Belinda’s hand stopped. “That’s not the kind of talk I meant.”
“Yes, I know, but you’ve already cum and so have I, so don’t be selfish, my little hellbound handbasket.” He moved to trap one of her thighs between his two, his shrinking member sticking to her leg. “Look at them. Now take that eager little hand of yours from between your legs and feel them.”
He grabbed her hand and placed it against his face, licking her fingers clean of her juices. “Hmm, tast-tee Belinda-linda-linda-lover-lady,” he said as he ran her hand along the edges of his Glasgow Smile. “Do you feel that, sweet Be-lin-daah? Not-t…prosthetics. I’m not-t a pretty clown. I’m a pissed off clown and do you know why? It has to do with how I got these scars.
“See, I was a performance arteest-t. I did a little bit of this, a little bit of that. I was all about my art, living the theater life, barely making ends meet-t. Starving a little. Guess that’s why I’m still a skinny white boy hahahahahahHA! I had written this one-man show which I thought was incredibly cleverrr and I pitched it to one of the theater owners on this very street. It was, pardon my political incorrec-t-ness here, a black comedy about a serial killer as seen from the killer’s per-spec-tive. The theater rat raved over it. He, what do they say on the interwebzzz? He, ah, squee’d over it, which wasn’t a pretty sight.” The Joker looked up, his eyes melting in with the kohl around them. “Men should not-t squee. That should be a rule somewhere. Men: no squee-ing under penalty of death. But I digress, my little blackberry vine. This theater pig freaked out with joy over my pitch and offered his theater for my one-man play. If I pulled in the audience, we’d split the profits and everyone would be happy. I shook his hoof and made the deal, leaving the play with him so he could read through it and make plans on how he was going to ad-ver-tissse. After a week of not hearing from him, I dropped in to see what was going on. He told me to get-t lost-t, that I had no business in his theater. I asked for my play back. He claimed to have no clue as to what I was talking about and threatened me with the po-liiiice. So I left.”
The Joker cuddled in beside Belinda, placing an arm around her shoulders. He could tell she was getting a little uneasy, so he patted her on the cheek with his free hand, then began to twirl one of her lovely locks in his fingers. “One night I had a little too much to drink, so I went back to the theater, this very theater actually. When I saw the name of my play on the marquee, I got a little irked. I banged on the theater owner’s door, demanding that he either pay me or give me my play back. I wasn’t afraid of the cops. I wanted them there. I wanted them to see the crook for what he really was and arrest the bastard. But he didn’t call the cops, oh no. Instead, he called his friends and his friends came and they did this to me. They told me that I must have a warped sense of humour to be writing plays like the one I wanted back, so maybe I should have a smile to match my twisted comedic artistry. And there you have it, Belinda-loverly-linda. They cut me up and kicked me in the alley right out back there. I fished a rag out of the dumpster and wrapped myself up. The free clinic people did the best they could, but my acting days were over, there was no doubt about that.
“I healed and thought about things, deciding it was time to give the theater rat a taste of his own medicine. So I changed vocations, I guess you could say. I decided to embody my greatest character and pay the thief a visit. Suffice to say, the motherfucker died laughing and went to his grave with a smiiiile on his face. My play, greatly altered by then, was inherited by his family, who altered it even more and kept it alive in a variety of incarnations over the years. It’s now a musical and the anti-hero is now an anti-heroine who sings every single time she kills. It’s brilliant.”
The Joker watched as terrified realization washed over Belinda’s pretty face. He then continued. “So I have this tradition. You see, when my play resurfaces, I always visit the star, which should have been me and I share with that star my plight, right down to the permanent smile. And, Belinda, it’s and I share with that star my plight, right down to the permanent smile. And, Belinda, it’s your turn, sugar lump.”
“No, please.”
“Ah-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta. You’ve been so assertive this entire evening. Let’s not get all weak and wibbly now, Belinda!” He moved to rest on the lovely woman once again, reaching down to the floor to find his trousers and the pockets full of knives, pulling one of them out and holding it to her trembling mouth. “No crying, please. It’s inevitable, so why waste your energy or your tears? You’ve already cum so hard, you most certainly must be dehydrated. Would you like a drink of water? No? Do you really have to do that?”
Belinda had begun to cry. “Please don’t kill me.”
The Joker laughed. “I – I’m not going to kill you! Not unless you want me to, that is. I’m just going to spread the wealth. Everyone deserves to smile, don’tcha think, my sweet little ear mite?”
“I can’t be like that….like you. I’m an actress. My-my face…..please. Ple-hee-heease…..”
“Oh boo-fucking-hoo. You don’t think I said the same thing? Well, I didn’t say I was an actress, but I could have and you would have believe me, I was that good. No really. Okay, well maybeee not. Doesn’t matter. Remember that stupid bitch John Doe gave the choice to? He cut off her nose to spite her face, then glued the phone to one hand and a bottle of sleeping pills to the other? She opted to kill herself instead living without a nose. Are you gonna be that person or are ya gonna be me? The choice is yours. I do the cutting, you do the choosing.”
And he cut into the beautiful Belinda’s cheeks, giving her the same happy smile the Joker wore on his own face. As she screamed, the Joker stuffed her panties in her mouth. “They’ll help soak up some of the blood-d,” he said in mock concern. “Now, here’s the knife. You can have it to finish the job after I’m gone, if you feel you have to. I’m going to collect my buttons, get dressed, and head for home. I’ve had a lovely evening, but I’m a little tired. Dominatrices wear my ass out.” He kissed her on the nose, then proceeded to collect his vest buttons and get dressed.
Before he left, the Joker returned to Belinda who lay bleeding and crying on her leather couch. “If you decide not to finish the job,” he said as he whipped a glossy playing card out of his breast pocket. “Here’s my card. Give me a call and we’ll have another date. Just promise you won’t vandalise my clothes. That really did piss me off. Toodles, biscuit!”
The next morning the Joker opened up the newspaper to find the following headline: Local actress maimed, takes own life. The Joker clicked his tongue with mild regret and read further into the story.
Belinda Moore was found in her dressing room this morning, her wrists slashed. Authorities say she had already lost a considerable amount of blood from being horribly maimed. The police commissioner has gone on record to say that the only suspect in this crime is the notorious Joker. When asked why the police are fingering the Clown Prince of Crime for this latest fatality, Mr. Gordon said that the nature of Ms. Moore’s wounds were indicative of the Joker’s MO. “The Batman has been made aware of the situation, so I’m confident that the Joker will be brought to justice in short order,” Commissioner Gordon added.
The Joker snorted in disgust. “Alrighty then, Com-mission-ner. I didn’t know you were a short order cook.”
He giggled at his own little joke. Then the giggle became a full-on laugh. Then the laugh became a cackle. Laughter always made him feel better, even when he was on the rebound from losing in love once again.
©Tracy Angelina Evans
Darth Shriek
16 March, 2009
In memory of Heath Ledger, Prince Conor and the one and only Joker.
