Velma Dinkley: Slut, Inc. Chapter One: The Janitor's Packing!

CHAPTER ONE: The Janitor's Packing!

So far, the latest mystery with me and the gang hasn’t been going the best. It started out same old, same old, random monster, maybe a few deaths, but something felt different. This time it feels personal.

So, when we get to the culprit’s lair, Fred and Daphne split up together, as usual. That leaves me with two options; either go by myself, or join the dynamic duo of Shaggy and Scooby-Doo. Seeing as it’s late at night and that I don't exactly want to branch off by myself in an old, decrepit house, I tag along with Shaggy and Scooby.

One thing leads to another, and Shaggy and Scooby fall through a couple of rotted floor boards. While I frantically search for a way to get my friends out of the hole they now stood in, the culprit appears behind me. I hear Shaggy yelling, demanding that I get out of there before I get hurt; I comply.

I'll be the first to admit, I'm not really physically fit by any means. As I try my best to run, I trip and fall onto my chest, sending my glasses flying off my face and onto the floor. Everything literally becomes a blur, and I feel myself being dragged by my ankles to a place I’m thankful that I can't see. I scream and I thrash, scratching myself against the wooden floor. When we hit the carpet, however, my elbows begin to burn, as did my stomach.

The attacker turns me on my back, my eyes still blurry. I thrash and scream still, but the man puts my glasses back on. When he puts them back on, I stop squirming, and blink a few times, trying to figure out my surroundings.

“Wait, why’d you put my glasses back on?” I say, my voice hoarse from the screaming. Standing over me, is a tall man. He wears a Frankenstein Mask, and a muscle shirt, but his muscular body is visible. His chest pushes tightly against his muscle shirt, and his arms, veiny and massive in girth, are tucked tightly behind his back. His biceps are huge, his ebony skin glistening with sweat. His baggy black pants hang loosely at his waist, showcasing his dark boxers. There seems to be a massive bulge coming from the front of his pants. I squint at him, trying to figure out what it is.

“Because I wanted you to see the man who’s gonna change yo life.” The masked assailant slips his mask off, and under the mask is the face of the extremely attractive, and mysterious janitor, Mr. Winchester. He’s the janitor for Coolsville High!

“You! I knew it,” I grin, proud of myself. “Now let me go!” I squirm some more, but the janitor’s legs squeeze my tiny waist more as to not let me escape. He bends down towards me, his chain dangling above my face.

“Baby, when I’m done with you, you’re gonna thank god I didn’t let you go.” The janitor’s ripped chest is visible through the collarbone of his shirt. I look on for a moment too long, but quickly look away soon after.

“Nothing you could say or do could make me enjoy whatever you’re going to do to me, so don’t waste your time!” I reply defiantly. I squirm some more. He slowly reaches down to my lips, and with his index finger only, caresses my lips.

“Shhhh, don’t be silly. You’re gonna love it, I promise.” The janitor grins again, and stands straight up again.

“Love what…” The janitor slowly lowers his shorts. I can see, from the top of his boxers, the thick spirals of his pubic hair slowly appearing. When the base of his cock starts to appear, I’m struck by its thickness and the sight of his scrotum appearing on both sides of it. The lower he pulls, the more his dick and sack go on. He finally clears the head and I realise the massive, snake-like bulge at the front of his pants was his dick. It’s bigger than I expected, seeing as his flaccid cock hangs 6 inches. It looks massive against his slim hips. His scrotum hangs 4 inches - as long as the longest flaccid penis I’ve ever seen. Fuck, I’ve seen full erections that are smaller than his member at relaxation.

“Jinkies,” I moan, unexpectedly. “I mean, it isn’t THAT big.” Mr. Winchester grins, and starts to slip off his muscle shirt. His abs and pecs stretch as he moves his biceps to take off his shirt.

“Jinkies is right, baby mama. I’ve been waiting a LONG time for you.” The janitor purrs at me. I can slowly feel my skirt clinging to my pussy lips as I make them damp with my woman juices.

“So, baby, whatchu gon’ do wit dis dick, huh? You can do whatever you like, because I see you’re enjoying yoself.” A small grin creeps across my face.

I want this. I want him. Oh my god, what’s wrong with me? But… I can’t resist him. I can’t resist his massive cock. I think to myself. My tongue laps across my upper and lower lip, and I slowly bite my bottom lip.

“Fine, you got me. Let me at you, big boy.” I grin bigger as he loosens up on me. I slowly get to my feet, and stare up into his eyes. I lean into him, smelling old spice and sweat, and kiss him. He kisses me back, and that’s not all. He slowly reaches his firm, loving hands, and pushes them up my back, under my sweater. I hear myself moan as he continues to kiss me, and pull my sweater off of me.

“I guess we gotta take dis off, am I right?” He grins as I slip it off.

“Oh yeah we do.” I grin mischievously at him, and take his lips in mine once more. I can feel my above-average breasts, still wrapped in my bra, push up against his warm and chiselled chest. He reaches around me again, and quickly unclips my bra, I hear it fall to the floor. His massive member slowly raises between my thighs, and I now know what I must do.

“I know something way more fun than this.” I grin, biting my lip, and crouch down to his member. It slaps me in the face when I stop in front of it. I gasp, but smile, excited up at the janitor. I now gaze lovingly back at his cock. My hands knead into his thighs; my fingers are inches from his balls. He lets out a glad exhale as my nails brush up against his balls. Quickly, I aggressively push him onto the sofa behind us, and dig into his thighs a bit with my nails. I grab a pillow from the sofa to put under my knees so I can be comfortable.

I roughly spread his legs far apart. The wider the guy's legs are spread, the easier it is for me to access the cock and balls. I spend some time kissing his thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls as I do this. I make sure he can hear the kissing noises, loudly smacking my lips to affect his sense of hearing with erotic sounds.
He lets out a loud moan when I put one of his balls into my mouth. I swish it around inside my mouth, then I switch to the other one; I’m also stroking his thighs with my hands. He starts breathing hard when I manage to put both his balls into my mouth at once. I tenderly lick his balls while warming them up with my hot mouth. I use my tongue to move them all around; my lips are completely enveloping his entire sack, up to the root of his cock. My hands begin to stroke his cock.

I remove his balls from my mouth and lick his shaft with the tip of my tongue. I drench his lap with my saliva. Starting at the root, I work my way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head. I give that area some licks, and then tease him a bit with some long slow licks up and down the shaft. I now notice that he really needs some more direct stimulation, so I finally put my lips around the whole head of his cock and start to gently suck him off. Fondling his balls with my hand, I slowly lower my mouth over his entire organ, getting it deep inside my mouth.

I slowly bob my head up and down on his lap, getting my hands under him and squeezing his ass. I can hear his breathing getting heavier; I know he’s deeply enjoying it. But so am I.

His big black cock tastes amazing... I could get used to this. I think to myself as I gag on his member.

He begins to buck his hips up and down; I stroke the root of his cock with my hands and swallow his shaft again. Swirling my tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock, I drive him mad with desire. He’s sweating; I can feel it on his thighs, brushing against my face. He keeps groaning and moaning with pleasure as I become more firm with my sucking. I drool and slobber all over his lap, trying to make the blowjob as wet and messy as possible.

I hated to remove his cock from my mouth for even a second, but I stop to look up at him, both of us breathing heavily.

“Yeah, you like that?” I say, almost breathless. “You like it when I suck your nigger cock?”

He grins again, and nods quickly.

“Hell yeah I do, you slut.” I smile, proud of my total control over him.

“Good.” I say, feeling cocky. I return to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I make sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching porn has taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women.

It’s hard to really say anything verbal with my mouth filled up. I swish his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I’m practically buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My eyelashes brush up against his pubic hair.

“DAMN, BITCH, YOU GON’ SUCK THE SOUL OUTTA A BROTHA,” He moans loudly.

I firmly grab his dick with strong suction from my mouth as I fondle his heavy balls. His balls begin to draw closer to his thighs, a sign that his orgasm is imminent. I intend to milk him dry; I suck and lick him lovingly, while stroking his balls. I look up; his eyes are tightly shut, and his hands are by his side on the sofa. I reach his hands and place them on my tits, letting him have something soft and pleasant to hold onto while he cums.

His moans grow louder, seeing my effect on him, I start to suck him faster and make moaning noises as I prepare to finish him off. My pace and intensity grows with each trip up and down his organ; I make loud slurping and sucking sounds with my mouth. His cock is rock hard and throbbing; I can feel it shaking. I visualise the hot white cum loaded up in his balls getting ready to squirt hard.

I focus the muscles of my mouth and tongue intently on the head of his dick while tightening my grip around his balls. I feel the pre-cum that I’ve been tasting all throughout the blowjob start to drip out even more. Then the explosion comes.

The intensity and amount of cum is difficult to handle. I bob my head up and down and force myself to quickly swallow it up, not wanting to lose a drop. He grabs my boobs tightly; normally I don't like having them held so tightly, but I don't mind, I know his orgasm’s really intense and he needs something to grip onto.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum shoots down my throat. I’m able to gulp most of it down quickly, but some of it fills my cheeks. His own cum mixes with my saliva as I lick the tip of his shaft, valiantly swallowing it all down. I struggle to breath through my nose, which is buried in his pubic hair, as I finish him off, milking even more cum out of his balls with my hands. Just when I think it’s over, his cock quivers with some involuntary aftershocks, and yet more creamy juice trickles down my throat. I keep his rock hard erection in my mouth after the main part of the orgasm ends; there’s drop after drop of cum still dripping out of the head of his dick even though the huge spurting phase has ended.

He completely collapses, head on the top of the couch, spent and drained. I lovingly stroke his thighs; his cock’s still in my mouth, but I have stopped stimulating him as I know his cock will be very sensitive. I slowly let him withdraw, and give the head of his cock a soft little kiss, licking off the last remaining drops of fluid.

“Did you… like that?” I moan loudly, out of breath. He sits back up, ready for more.

"Of course I did, babes. What's next?" I grin and bite my lower lip, marvelling at all of the possibilities.

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