Velma's investigation. (Patreon)

Steam poured from the door as you opened it to face the cold air outside, Freshly showered, you wore nothing but a towel as you made your way down the hall to your room. That's funny, the door was open. You could have sworn you shut it behind you...

You proceeded with caution. You turned the corner to see that your drawers and bedsheets had been rifled through. Someone was here. You had a lockbox full of some other valuables in the closet; instinctively, you reach out to open the door to check on it. Inside was not what you were expecting. 

Inside, was a curvaceous woman in an orange sweater and thick-framed glasses with a short brown haircut. The kind of girl who looked like she would squeak at her own shadow.

But instead, her response was almost the opposite. 

"You!" She immediately launched into a volley of questions. 

"What's your name? How long have you been in town? Where were you on the night of the 13th?" She began. That's when it clicked. She was part of that crew that's been around town for a while, solving mysteries and stuff. They'd been in the news and stuff a lot lately for catching a bunch of real estate fraudsters or something. Velma, that was her name, right. She continued her barrage of questions for some time before you managed to but in. 

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave, miss," you interjected, trying to sound tough. "You don't have a warrant and you're not even a cop, you have no right to be here. 

"Yes, but you're a suspect in the Phantom Flasher case!" She retorted as if that would make a difference. 

"Phantom Flasher?" you asked reflexively. It was something you hadn't heard of. 

"You haven't heard, have you?" She raised an eyebrow. "There's a guy in a mask and cloak running around, exposing himself to women." She explained.

"And you think he might be me!?" You ask, incredulously. 

"Right." She stated matter-of-factly. "And if you aren't him, then you have nothing to fear by letting me look around, right?"

You rolled your eyes. Oldest defense in the book for sketchy behavior. But before you could vocalize your objections, Velma's expression shifted to one of pondering, then one of enlightenment. 

Without a word, she snatched away the one thing that kept you modest. Your towel fell to the floor, exposing your wet, unimpressive package, all shriveled up from the cold. Your uninvited guest almost chokes on her laughter as she falls into a fit of chortles. 

"Bhahaha! Oh jinkies... " She took a deep breath to compose herself. "I guess this means you're off the hook. All the eyewitnesses report the Phantom Flasher had a dick that hung down almost to his knees. You... definitely don't match that description."

Aggravated, you turn to head for the phone. But you've barely taken a step before you feel her grab your arm.

"Wait a moment." She instructed. "Please don't call the cops. If you let this go, I can make it worth your while." 

You furrowed your brow. "Worth my while how?"

"Well, my keen detective skills would suggest that based on the evidence presented... snrk,... you probably don't get a lot of action from the ladies, right?"

No one had ever made you feel both insulted and intrigued at the same time. "Go on..." 

Without another word, your uninvited guest lifts of the frumpy orange sweater that encased her, taking with it her brassiere. To your surprise, a pair of magnificent, enormous breasts flopped out, the tops of which were dotted with cute freckles. 

You blinked a few times, and your still-bare, still-shrunken cock began twitching to life. 

"That sure got your attention. She said. At least you think so. Her breasts were so hypnotic that you couldn't really hear anything she said for certain. Their spell was broken however when their owner got down on her knees.

"I bet this guy hasn't had a good mouth to cum inside in forever!" She said in a faux-sexy tone. Then she inspected it more closely. "Or considering his size, likely ever..." She cruelly corrected herself. 

Velma licked repeatedly at the underside of your now fully-erect schlong, sending a tremor through your whole body. 

"Just warn me before you, um, finish," she instructed before quickly popping your erection between her lips. The contrast of her warm mouth on your cold wet skin made you shiver with delight. She expertly sucked and swirled her tongue around your vulnerable tip. The violent suction noises ring out like magic as your knees tremble with orgasmic delight, a telltale feeling. 

"I- I'm gonna..." you struggle to speak. Fortunately, it's enough for Velma, apparently a cocksucking expert. She pulls back just in time; you thankfully don't misfire in her mouth, but a few ropes of semen splatter across her face, over the lenses of her glasses. 

"Ugh, gross!" She recoils, wiping them off as she stands back up. 

"Well, I think we're square here." She explains, pulling her top back down as she turns to leave.

"Uh, hey wait." You say to stop her. "Any chance I could get a little...more?" You ask hesitantly." 

"More?" She chortles. "I already gave you an expert blowjob and you want more?" She sarcastically asked. "Besides, with a dick that tiny, you could never-" She stops mid-sentence to grin and turned to reach into her bag. What was she doing in there?

You didn't have to wait long to see what it was. She produced a massive black strap-on dildo. 

"Your little prick might not be up to the task, but this little friend of mine sure is..." She explained with a grin as she held up the object that was easily triple your length. This is NOT what you had in mind.

(Stay tuned for Part II eventually)