Harley's Last Ride [Batman; m/f; shooting; con]

“Hey there, handsome.” Harley Quinn had never, ever, once in her life, been a person for subtlety, much less so when it was a Saturday evening at a club and she was a bit tipsy …okay, kiiinda drunk, so when she spotted a promising target sitting down at the bar close to her, she went straight on the offence. “Care to buy a charming lady a drink?”

The man looked up as Harley turned to him and pulled her chair over, quickly glancing over her fishnet stockings, hotpants, slightly torn, skin-tight t-shirt that hinted at her lack of a bra, and her blue and pink pigtails, seeming to deliberate for a moment before nodding.

“Hey, another of this …red one.” For lack of the cocktail's name Harley just waved around her almost empty glass and the barkeeper just nodded as Harley turned back to her new acquaintance. “I'm Harley. Never seen you before, you're not from around here, are you? I'd remember a good-looking face like that.”

The man was in fact quite attractive, his cleanly-shaven face neither super rugged nor overly feminine, but a very handsome middle ground. He had blond hair and was relatively tall, seemed quite fit without being overly muscular, and was wearing unassuming but very new- and probably expensive-looking cargo trousers and a shirt.

“Yes, I'm in Gotham on a business trip. I was recommended this club by one of my colleagues.”

“Good call. The drinks are great here, especially the …red one. It gets pretty crowded here later at night, though.” Stretching her arms and back to make her shirt appear even tighter over her, not that big but – if she said so herself – nicely firm and perky, breasts, Harley made her move with all the subtlety of a large mallet swung at head height. “So what do you say we finish our drinks and then go somewhere more private and have some fun?”

“I'd say that sounds like a great idea.”

***

“Alright, big guy, hope you're ready for a night to remember.” Harley pushed the man against the wall of the cheap motel room they'd taken, purely because it was close by, pressing her lips onto his in a deep, haphazard kiss, her other hand rubbing over his crotch through his pants to find him quickly getting hard. “I fully expect you to fuck my brains out, by the way, you better not disappoint.” Pulling back from their kiss and kneeling in front of him, Harley pulled down the man's pants and underpants, stroking his dick for a few seconds to get him completely hard. “But of course I'll return the favour too.”

Continuing to stroke and jerk him for a little longer, Harley then started fondling the man's balls instead as she ran her tongue all the way up his shaft before closing her lips around the tip, then slowly him deeper into her mouth …and deeper …and deeper, until she practically had his entire dick in her mouth, eliciting a gasp from the man, and a gag from Harley as it brushed against the back of her throat. Rather easily deepthroating him thanks to a bunch of practice with both other men and her toys, Harley kept sucking the man off with messy wet noises and gagging sounds, all but choking on his dick as she rubbed herself through her shorts with one hand, the other steadying her against his leg.

The man's breaths soon speeding up, Harley couldn't really get any air like this, quickly growing lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, realising doing it this way probably would have been an option as well, but now she'd decided on something different, so if he didn't cum soon, she'd have to pause for breath eventually.

But as it turned out she didn't need to after all, because just a couple of seconds later the man came, groaning and gasping as he painfully grabbed Harley's pigtails to force her head even deeper onto his dick, completely closing off her throat as he shot his load, and Harley began to see dark spots, her vision starting to swim, until the man finally finished and she pulled back, coughing and gasping for air, most of his cum dripping over her lips and chin or onto her shirt.

Harley quickly collected herself again, licking and wiping all of the cum on her face into her mouth, then licking off her fingers, opening her mouth wide to briefly show of the white pooled in there, before swallowing it with a satisfied grin, still panting. “You sure know… how to… treat a lady…” Standing up, Harley quickly stepped out of her hotpants to reveal a lack of panties and her soaking wet pussy, lying onto the side of the bed with her legs spread wide. “…My turn now.”

The man complied, completely stepping out of his pants to kneel down in front of Harley, running his tongue around the outside of her pussy for a moment to lap up some of her juices, then directly sucking her clit, eliciting a loud moan from Harley who was already quite close to cumming, just from giving him that blowjob like this. Shifting to lick her clit more slowly, the man instead pushed a finger into her pussy, but after a few moments Harley pouted. “C'mon, is that all? I can take a few more – and harder.”

With a nod, the man pulled back to adjust his position, before pushing three fingers deep into Harley's pussy as far as he could, starting to swiftly thrust back and forth to proper fuck her, and she quickly began moving her hips counterpoint to him, shamelessly gasping and moaning. “Yeah! That's how you do it… Fuck me hard!” In response he sped up a little more, ramming his fingers into Harley even deeper, and just a little later she came, her moans hitting a crescendo and her voice cracking a little as she loudly voiced her pleasure, squirting all over the man's hand as her body clenched and bucked in ecstasy.

Riding out her orgasm for several long seconds, Harley finally wound down, panting and her pale face slightly flush as the man pulled out of her, but she still had enough strength to reach for his hand and very diligently and sensually lick it clean of her kinda sweet juices, then wiping it off on her t-shirt, in the process rubbing his hand over her breasts and completely hard nipples that were quite clearly visible through the thin fabric. “That was a nice warm-up. Hope you're ready for the real deal now.”

“Of course. Give me just a moment.” While the man sat down onto the bed next to her, taking off the rest of his clothes and somewhat neatly folding them, placing them on a chair, Harley got up to pull the blinds on the window right next to the bed closed, placing her red and blue handbag on the windowsill, kinda out of sight for just now. Observing the man just calmly sitting there to recharge – even though Harley could have gone again like right away – she noted how he was indeed quite fit-looking, plus handsome, charming, and quite …handy with his fingers and tongue; definitely good genes all around there, she actually wouldn't mind having a child from him either.

…That was a second option, then. In a moment of clarity the other day she'd calculated her odds, and it'd only been like a 1.5% chance for her to get to this point, but on the sixth it would have been guaranteed, so originally she'd had just one outcome in mind for tonight. Yet if anything, the idea of still having that uncertainty, even when her odds were supposed to be 0%, made the whole thing even more exciting. One way or the other, this night was going to be the best of her life.

“I'm good to go.” The man turned to Harley, and in response she pulled him into another passionate kiss, throwing her arms around him and pressing her breasts against his chest, then after a few moments leveraging her position as she turned her upper body to gently throw him onto the bed on his back, holding down his hips with one hand as she briefly stroked his dick with the other to get him completely hard again, then got up, spreading her pussy as she hastily lowered herself onto him, moaning as his dick filled her pussy.

One hand gripping her hip and the other caressing her breasts, the man began thrusting into Harley as much as his position let him as she started riding him, her breasts soon bouncing a little as she picked up speed, gasping and panting in pleasure. But before they could get too far into it, Harley slowed down again, reaching for her handbag – pulling out a large, ornate revolver and the man flinched back raising his hands. “Shit! What the hell-”

“Relax.” Harley giggled as she quickly checked the cylinder; yep, all six bullets this time. “It's not for you, it's for me.” She turned the revolver around, handing it to the man grip first, and he reflexively accepted it, even if he still looked confused, prompting Harley to elaborate. “Russian Roulette. Well, kinda. I've been playing for a while, and started putting one more bullet in it each time. So far I lived, but now there's all bullets, so the conditions have changed. It's up to you: Paint my brains all over the wallpaper the moment I cum, or knock me up like some cheap whore. Either's fine by me.”

After a moment of processing what she'd just told him, the man simply nodded, gripping the revolver properly. “Very well.”

“That's a good boy.” With an excited grin, Harley reached for his hand to pull it up until the revolver was at her face height, then closed her lips around the bulky barrel, taking it deep into her mouth until the cold metal almost made her gag as she resumed riding him. Closing her eyes to only feel the man's dick inside her and the barrel of the gun pressing against the roof of her mouth, the adrenaline quickly flooding Harley's body served to amplify all her sensations, both the danger, her heart racing at the prospect of her possibly impending death, and the pleasure, yet better than the times she'd tried this before.

After being introduced to Russian Roulette some time ago, Harley had immediately found playing with her life like this incredibly exhilarating …and arousing. After almost creaming her pants – without so much as touching herself – the first time she'd pulled the trigger and lived, she'd soon started to risk it again and again, both by herself and with partners, and every time, in expectation of that one literally mind-blowing bullet, she'd have the most mind-blowing orgasms. But eventually even that thrill had diminished, so she'd taken to adding more and more bullets, stacking the deck against her ever further to keep getting ever better orgasms as she survived again and again, until reaching this point.

The realisation that, regardless of the outcome, this would the final game she played, filled Harley's stomach with butterflies and she shivered in excitement, her pounding heart audible in her own ears, and a familiar heat and tension seeming to coil in her pussy that would only release itself in one way, a way that would decide her fate.

Speeding up her movements a little more to finally push herself towards the ultimate conclusion, Harley only took a few more seconds before she finally came, a muffled moan escaping her lips around the barrel of the gun as she felt the gun press into her mouth harder, opening her eyes expectantly only to see the man's finger curl around the trigger, her last thought the realisation that she'd totally forgotten to ever ask her killer's name-

The high-calibre gunshot easily blasted open the back of Harley's head, splattering a huge spray of blood, brains and white chunks of bone all over the wall and ceiling, killing her in an instant. Yet her body continued its orgasm, her pussy clenching around her killer's dick to make him follow suit just a moment later, shooting his load into her convulsing pussy. Her body's shudders soon turning into the spasms of her death throes, he quickly pulled out of Harley, laying her body on the bed as just a handful of moments later she soiled herself, her urine, along with a bit of his cum, staining the sheets.

Taking one last look at Harley, her face mostly undamaged save for a trickle of blood from her mouth, but her eyes completely vacant, her completely hard nipples visible through her shirt, and her wet – in more ways than one – pussy, the man thoroughly cleaned the gun to wipe off as much of his fingerprints as he could before placing it in Harley's own hand, loosely closing her finger around the trigger, then got dressed, silently and inconspicuously leaving the room. Harley's body was only found by the sleazy motel's staff several days later.