tinhuviel | The Nun's Date pt. 2 (Reply)

Part deux.

She followed dutifully, taking a peek inside the large bag of loot they’d just made off with. He eyes widened as she studied the amount of goodies in the bag. “Why do you do this, Joker?”

“Oh, why not, my tasty baptismal font? It just gets the blood to pumping….” And he waggled his eyebrows to accent what he wasn’t saying. “In alllll the right-t places. So, how much money do you think you earned us this evening?”

“At least ten thou,” Eileen said, doing her best to use what she thought was the correct lanquage.

“Eh, don’t bother with that ridiculous lingo, Eileen. You’re better than that. What say you pick out the prettiest jewelry in there and put it on. Ah-ta-ta-ta-ta, before you start with that vow of poverty bullshit, just bear in mind what you just helped me do. Indulge yourself, Eileen, if only for this evening. Pick out some bling and don it for your Mister J. Let me take it off when I take off the rest of your clothes as I seduce you. Don’t look so scandalized. You knew it was bound to happen. Just get ready for it. Put it all on because I will be taking it all off.”

The Joker smiled sweetly at Eileen as the elevator plunged to the ground floor. Before the door opened, he kissed her fully on the mouth, his tongue slipping between her lips like a promise. “C’mon, Sister. Time to ride.”

Taking her hand, the Joker led Eileen to the car where Sidney waited. They jumped in quickly and Sidney followed suit, knowing full well what a rushed car entry meant when it came to his employer. He drove across town to the Joker’s current lair, an unassuming two-story mill house featuring a bad green paint job. The Joker escorted Eileen, now adorned in emerald ear-rings, a sapphire-encrusted necklace, and a diamond watch, into his happy abode. The front room was littered with multi-coloured dollar bills and a large plastic animal town inhabited by one sole hedgehog.

“Leopold, meet Eileen. Eileen, meet Leopold. Leo here has been a constant companion of mine for well onto two years now. People come, people go, but hedgehogs are a constant. That’s a bit of philosophy for your, Sister. Take to the bank. Don’t worry about it. I’ll rob it and take it all back eventually. HAHAHAHAHAH!”

He pulled the little hedgehog out of his habitat with an uncanny gentleness, considering the Joker’s thug reputation. “Wanna hold him? He’s very tame and won’t hurt you at all. Of course, if you hurt him, I’ll have to kill you right here on the spot.” When he noticed Eileen’s concerned expression, the Joker added, “I’m kidding, Eileen! I know you’ll be gentle with him. Here. Hold him like so. Let him explore your hands and, if you’re feeling brave, your face. If he wants down, just let him back into his habitat. Leopold will do the rest. You’re doing fine, Eileen. You’re a natural, just like the sweet girl who sold him to me! I’ll be right back. Nature is calling me through a megaphone!” The Joker excused himself and moved to an adjacent room, Eileen assumed it to be a bathroom. She expected the Joker to return with his make-up gone. Leopold was growing restless, so Eileen returned him to his massive habitat and waited for the Joker to return.

When he got back, Eileen was surprised to find him in a purple housecoat and big fuzzy pink slippers. His makeup was still very much intact. “Hope you don’t mind my slipping into something a little more com-fort-tab-bull.”

Eileen stammered, “Oh – oh –no –uh….not at all.”

“You should be comfy, too. I brought you a robe to cuddle in until you’re more at ease with baring yourself to Yours Truly. Honestly, I can’t wait to see your beautiful body, must less feel it against my naked flesh.”

Eileen blushed.

“Am I making you uncomfortable? Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head, not daring to meet the Joker’s steady gaze. “This is your first time, I can tell,” he whispered. “I want you to be at ease with me and with yourself. I want you happy.”

Eileen stepped away from Leopold’s habitat and into the Joker’s arms. “You’re doing everything you can to make me comfortable. Thank you for that,” she said, her voice like a bell it was so clear. Her lips brushed his own painted ones, kissing them lightly and exploring the scars that dented them here and there.

“Shall we put it on, then?” the Joker purred against her mouth.

“Please.”

Slowly and gently, the Joker began to remove Eileen’s modest outfit, locating each zipper and button, and undoing every one with a distinct care. He left her in her clean white bra and panties, along with the extravagant jewelry and her opaque white pantyhose. He draped the pale blue terry cloth robe around her shoulders, hugging her close. When she tensed, the Joker eased his hold on her until Eileen relaxed in his arms.

Once she relaxed, the Joker took Eileen’s face in his hands and just looked at her, taking in her freckles and red hair. Slowly, he lowered his face to hers and placed his lips against Eileen’s. The kiss was tentative at first, searching out Eileen’s willingness more than anything else. Eileen’s lips slowly opened, receiving more of the Joker’s enthusiasm. He kept his hands on each side of her face, lightly brushing his knuckles on her soft cheeks.

“You’re soft everywhere, aren’tcha Sister Agnes?” he whispered in between kisses.

“Just Eileen,” she said, taking the Joker’s face in her hands this time. “Just call me Eileen.”

“Let me see how soft-t you are, will you?”

All he got was a nod, but that was enough for him. Starting at the neck, the Joker began to pull away the robe. The look he got from her made the Joker stop. “You remind me of that girl in Species,” he murmured. “When she realizes the only father she’s ever known is about to kill her. That pleading help-less-ness on her face. Don’t-t do that. I won’t hurt you.”

And he continued until Eileen was once again in nothing but her underwear. The Joker knelt and hooked his fingers in Eileen’s panties and pantyhose. He pulled them down past Eileen’s hips, then placed a series of kissed on her hip bones, eliciting a whimper of delight from Eileen’s throat. “You like that,” the Joker said, his words more of a statement than a question. He continued to tug away at the nun’s pantyhose, lifting one foot, then another, until Eileen stood bare before him, save for her simple white bra. He sat back on his haunches and gazed at the naked nun before him. The curly auburn hair created a pattern of beauty between her legs that bordered on art, the Joker mused.

“You’re beautiful everywhere, you know,” he said, licking her lightly in the crook of her thigh where it met that pretty hair. “You shouldn’t let those tight-ass clergymen tell you otherwise, not that it will really matter after tonight.”

“W-what do you mean?” Eileen breathed, looking down at the worshipful kohl eyes of the Joker.

“Why, tonight, my caterpillar, you will become a butterfly.” Smiling, the Joker lowered his head and found Eileen’s already-engorged clit, twirling it lightly with his tongue. Her gasps were all he needed to hear to know that he was doing everything the right way. Without warning, he hoisted the nun into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on his rumpled bed.

Reaching around, the Joker deftly undid Eileen’s bra and peeled it away to reveal her small breasts with pink, erect nipples. “Hmmmmm……You look good enough to eat.” The Joker pulled his own robe off and popped the slippers off with is feet. Eileen was shocked to see the scars that marred the whole of his body almost as much as she was to see the raging erection pointed in her direction, intended solely for her. She knew it.

He lay down beside her left side and cupped her right breast in his hand, showering light kisses on Eileen’s trembling face. “I’m going to kiss the rest of you now, the way I did your clit. I’m starting with your neck-k, then moving on to these lovely untouched breasts of yours. Do you know how special you make me feeeel knowing that I am your firrrrst-t?”

Eileen’s voice shuddered in response. “There’s just something about you, J…..that makes a girl want to give everything up for you. Ohhhh, God help me! What am I doing?”

Her cry seemingly went unheard by her deity, but Joker heard it and he answered. “You’re enjoying yourself, perhaps for the first time. You’re liberating yourself into the arms of Chaos. Honey, there’s nothing more erotic than Chaos, let me tell ya. And, trust me, I know Chaos.”

He covered her mouth with his own, slipping his tongue in to play with her own, exploring every crevice of her mouth, allowing her to get used to the idea of mouth play and savouring every moment of her tentative playfulness. They kissed for what seemed forever until the Joker moved lower to lick and nibble at Eileen’s throat. He enjoyed her fingers digging into his back as he did this, accepting the pain as well as the pleasure. He so often got them mixed up.

Another step down. The Joker wanted to be rough. He wanted to bite Eileen’s nipple hard enough to make her think he was going to bite it off. He liked things rough and he loved to possess his dates. But this one was different. She was a virgin and, even though this would be her only time, he wanted it to be a moment unlike any other in her short and innocent life. So he began only by licking at her pink beauty. Then he sucked ever-so-lightly. This elicited a guttural moan from Eileen and she said, “Please J, do it harder. Make me feel it.”

Who was the Joker to refuse the request of a woman of god? He increased his suction and his pressure, moving from one breast to the other until he had Eileen screaming from the pleasure of it. “OH!MY!GOD! J! My beautiful clown!” She wrapped her arms around the Joker’s wiry shoulders, pulling him against her. “I can feel it everywhere! I think I’ve come, but I’m not sure. What are you doing to me?”

The Joker pulled away from Eileen and looked deeply into her eyes, a merriment and mischief emanating from his own brown ones. “Why, Eileen, my sweet….I’m making love to you.” He kissed her on the mouth again, then chuckled loudly with not a fair amount of madness in his voice as he pulled back again. “I’m showing you everything you could be missing by being god’s bride. I’m….” and the Joker lifted his eyes in mock thought, one side of his painted mouth cocked upward. “I’m corrupting you!”

Surprising the Joker more than he ever thought he could be, Eileen pulled him to her again and whispered in his ear before nipping at his lobe. “Well, corrupt me some more. I like it. A lot.”

“Oh yessss, yes ma’am….” The Joker returned to kissing her, pulling on her lower lip with between his teeth, then letting go as he returned to her flowering breasts. He kneaded them roughly, taking turns between them, sucking and licking the nipples hard enough to bring up spots of blood underneath the skin. The sight of the blood made the Joker even harder. Nothing excited him more than than the sight of blood, expect perhaps for a particularly violent explosion brought about by his own dedicated work. Eileen writhed and moaned beneath him, begging him not to stop, so he moved lower. He kissed and licked her belly, wetting it with his eager and expert tongue. He stopped his progression when he reached her naval, doing to it what he planned to do to her pussy with his cock when the time came. Eileen was out of her mind, bucking and arching against her clown lover, crying with joy.

“You’re a naughty little nun, aren’tcha Sister Agnessss?” the Joker teased.

“Don’t call me that,” she said, laughing. “Let’s cut the aliases shit. I’m Eileen. And you?”

“I’m the Joker or J or Mister J. That’s it. That’s all I have for you.” His voice was husky with lust and not a fair amount of determination. “Call me what you wish, but that’s all you’ll get from me. That’s all anyone ever has.”

“Then J it is,” Eileen replied playfully, wrapping her arms around his neck and kiss the Joker lingeringly.

“Ready for more, then?”

“Oh yes, yes yes yes!”