Diana

Diana entered the bank to deposit her paycheck. It was a typical Friday: she had gotten off of work and was running errands. Afterwards, she'd return home to a night of Netflix and ordering pizza. She waited in line for several minutes before she heard some yelling. Suddenly, a group of probably a dozen people dressed in various costumes charged the counter. Customers, including Diana immediately dropped to the floor and attempted to shelter themselves. Some cried out in sheer fright. The different characters forced the employees to the safe at gun point.

Diana found a spot underneath a small table during the whole ordeal. She looked to the door to see some security guards on the floor, either killed or beaten senseless. She heard footsteps approaching. She was able to make out a man dressed in a long, purple alligator coat. This person had bright green hair and white skin. That's the Joker everyone keeps taking about! She watched on, unable to look away. After talking with his henchmen, the mysterious man yelled out, "Everyone get the fuck out!" Then his eyes fixated on Diana. "Except you." His icy blue eyes sent a shock through her body, a shock that froze her entire being.

Joker started walking towards her. She couldn't move, it was like she was stuck in the spot she was in. Also, she didn't think it would be wise to do anything that she wasn't told to do in this hostage-type situation. He stopped in front of the table she was under. "Come out, now." He said, in a surprisingly gentle tone. With permission, Diana crawled out from underneath her shelter and stood up cautiously. She slowly crossed her arms in front of her chest in an attempt to keep somewhat of a barrier between them.

"I'm not going to hurt you. How could anyone hurt such a beautiful creature?" Joker reached out to touch her arm and she promptly jerked away from him. "It's alright. What's your name?" She didn't answer him, she couldn't even look at him out of her own fear. "You can call me Mr. J." He stared at her intensely and gradually showed her his teeth in a shiny sneer. Her skin looked so soft, she was adorable, yet sexy at the same time with her knockout physique. He liked her immediately. "Bye, bye, everyone!" Joker shouted, "We really must be going now!" He and his minions scampered away with what they retrieved from the heist. Diana stood there, speechless and immobile.

Hours later, after being questioned by police and dealing with the aftermath of the dangerous event, she was finally allowed to go home. She couldn't get his face out of her mind. Mr. J, he called himself. He was strange looking, pale and green-headed, yet so handsome. Diana opened the door of her apartment and felt as if her soul jumped out of her body at the sight before her.

There he was, the clown himself, standing in her living room with a wicked smile on his face. Diana couldn't move, her feet were practically immobile. She couldn't breathe, or think. "Diana." Joker purred and came closer to her. "I just had to have you." He stared deep into her eyes, mouth slightly agape. Without her realizing, his hands were on her hips, moving slightly upward, groping her curves. Diana was entranced by his steel blues. His hands traveled up her stomach and he squeezed her breasts briefly before he held her face. His thumb slowly dragged her bottom lip downward.

Joker's breathing got heavier as he removed his gaze from her eyes to her plump lips. He smashed his mouth on hers, and invaded her with his wandering tongue. All Diana could do was let him have the control. She was overwhelmed, however she managed to open up her mouth enough for his tongue to engulf her. She couldn't help but think of the absurdity happening. This stranger, this dangerous criminal, singled her out during a robbery and then somehow got into her apartment without her knowledge. However, none of this information made her want to flee the situation. It was like she was craving him at this point, as he made out with her and groped her all over.

She wanted to be dominated.

Smutty.

Joker ripped the front of her shirt open, exposing her bra. He then man-handled her over to the small kitchen table and put her on it. Diana was in a sitting position and Joker placed himself between her legs. He stared at her eyes again as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. Diana was now mesmerized by the body he was presenting to her. She carefully put her hands between the two of them and placed light fingers on his hard chest. A soft growl was heard coming from the back of Joker's throat. His shirt was peeled away from his shoulders.

Diana was taken aback at the sight of his white skin and numerous large tattoos. She leaned back on the table using her elbows. She was brought back to her senses when he unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them off of her legs in one swift movement. She gasped and pulled her toward him and leaned forward to ravage her lips again. He stopped kissing and dug his fingers into the sides of her panties. Damn, she thought, my legs aren't shaved!

Joker reached behind her and quickly unclasped her bra. He took it off of her and looked at her naked form as he took his pants off. He pumped his hand on his cock and Diana loved the sight. She bit her lip and spread her legs a little bit wider. Joker found a good grip on her thighs and slammed into her. Her toes curled and she winced in pain. She laid her back flat on the surface. Her eyes were clenched shut as she endeared his hard thrusts.  Suddenly, she felt her throat being squeezed. She opened her eyes and Joker had both hands around her neck.

The lack of air really added to the erotic nature of the situation. Diana had never experienced anything remotely close to this, and she was loving it. By now, the pain his thick member was causing her had turned to pleasure. He removed his hands from her neck and she took a deep breath. The table shook and creaked underneath them. Wet noises filled her ears as Joker pounded into her mercilessly. Without stopping, he shoved her legs up and they were parallel with his torso. He leaned forward and squeezed her breasts, using them as an anchor.

His thrusts weren't letting up and Diana was writhing and moaning on the table. After a couple more minutes, she heard a snap and the table collapsed. As if on cue, Joker picked her up before the table fell to the floor. Her heart was beating hard in her chest. He saved her from falling and she hoped this thrill ride would never end. He held on tightly to her thighs and continued his thrusts. Her arms were clenched around his neck and she couldn't suppress the string of curse words coming from her mouth.

Joker carried her over to the kitchen counter. He pulled his cock out of her and she was instantly longing for it to return. He put her face down on the counter, which was cold against her breasts. Diana felt him close behind her and his cock slid into her again. His hands squeezed her hips as he bucked against her once again. She was enjoying the feeling of his cock gliding along her slick walls when she suddenly felt a sting of skin on her ass cheek. She yelped out in surprise. Joker smacked her ass repeatedly for about 15 seconds and then he grabbed a handful of her hair, which caused her to arch back toward him.

Diana moaned as he pulled her backwards. She tried her best to hold herself up with her hands on the counter, but exhaustion was getting the best of her. She felt a quick twinge of pleasure that perked her up as Joker pinched and twirled her nipple. He had removed his hand from her hair and wrapped it around her. Now her back was against his chest. He sank his teeth into her shoulder. She whined and palmed her breasts as he continued to ram her from behind. His hands roamed her body and one hand stopped between her legs. His fingers assaulted her clit. Diana's legs began to shake and her body spasmed.

Joker's cock and now his fingers were too much. An animalistic moan left her mouth as her orgasm took over. She squirted all over his hand and her kitchen floor. She felt his cock leave her again. "On your knees." His voice surprised her, they hadn't done much talking. She turned around and she was thankful that he kept a hand on her hip, otherwise she would have fallen for sure. Diana kneeled down, and it took all the strength that she had left to hold herself up on her knees. Joker was jerking himself.

She held her tongue out in anticipation. Soon, his seed was on her tongue, her breast, and a little bit on her cheek. Diana moaned in satisfaction. She giggled as she looked up at him. She took his cock in her hand and popped the head into her mouth. Joker smoothed her hair back as she sucked on the tip of his member. Her other hand lazily rubbed his lower abdomen. Her mouth left his cock and he pulled her up on her feet. With both hands on her face, he kissed her passionately. "I'll get you a new table."