Commission - Velma's Wild Side (Patreon)

Here's another commission to unabashedly pad out my numbers and give you guys something to read lol. This time it's about Scooby Doo (or rather Velma from Scooby Doo) and honestly seemed perfect for y'all considering what's been picked in the past! Plus it's always fun to write the first erotic story about something I loved as a kid.

As the Mystery Machine sputtered to a halt on the side of the highway everyone heaved a collective sigh. Fred unsuccessfully tried restarting it a few times while Shaggy and Scooby did their best not to think about the misty shadows curling around their now useless van. Velma and Daphne looked at one another and shrugged, neither one familiar enough with cars to guess what might be wrong now. After exhausting every option he could inside the car Fred stepped out to pop the hood. The gang watched as a plume of smoke, steam, or exhaust billowed out from the engine the moment he did so. He closed the hood as quickly as he'd opened it and shook his head at the rest of them. They all exchanged slightly amused and exasperated looks before climbing out of the Mystery Machine to join him on the side of the road.

“We passed a building a few miles back.” Velma remarked, “Maybe they can help us.”

“Or at least have a phone so we can call a tow truck.” Daphne agreed.

“I guess that's our only option now.” Fred said, “Guess we're walking gang.”

Looking at the foreboding path back towards civilization Shaggy and Scooby vehemently shook their heads, “Like, I think we'll stay and watch the van!” Shaggy exclaimed.

“Reah!” Scooby nodded.

“All right,” Fred shrugged, popping open the drive side door to retrieve a flashlight, “If you think sitting out here all alone won't be too much for you . . .”

“They'll be fine Fred,” Velma added, “We're only going to be an hour or so away.”

“Yeah,” Daphne chimed in, “They can always meet us there if they get bored!”

Velma and Daphne smiled at one another while Shaggy swallowed nervously and said, “O-on second thought I think I'll go with you guys!”

With the entire gang in tow Fred led everyone down the empty, moonlight road towards the only building they'd passed in hours. From the outside it looked to be completely run down and even abandoned. Were it not for the dozens of motorcycles parked out front and the loud rock music filtering our through the many holes and cracks in the establishment. It certainly wasn't the most inviting place but compared to some of the other locations they'd been it was downright inviting. Even Shaggy and Scooby weren't particularly afraid to go in. At least not outwardly so. Upon entering the gang quickly discovered the place was far more than the biker bar they'd assumed it to be. Judging by the multiple stages on the far wall, the poles sitting in the middle, and the abundance of scantily clad women walking around they'd somehow found themselves at a strip club. If the music had been quieter they might have even heard the telltale moaning and fleshy smacks that hinted at a whole different angle as well.

“Hey!” One of the many tough, scary looking bikers suddenly shouted, “You don't belong in here!”

“That's for sure!” Daphne exclaimed.

“Our van broke down a few miles up the road!” Fred explained, “We were hoping you could lend us some tools to fix it?!”

Several of the bigger, tattooed men rose up to follow the first as he approached. Suddenly the music was lowered and attention turned towards the two groups, “We might be able to help,” The leader remarked, “If you do somethin for us in return.”

“Like, what could we do for you?” Shaggy asked.

The biker looked over the group, his gaze lingering on Daphne's svelt frame and Velma's undeniable curvaceous body, “Some of our girls got pinched by the feds. We're a little short on entertainment. If one of you filled in we might be able to come to an arrangement . . .”

“No way you creep!” Daphne exclaimed, “I'm not some whore for your amusem—”

“I'll do it!” Velma interrupted.

The whole gang looked to her in surprise, “Velma we can—” Fred started to say.

“Pipe down pretty boy,” The biker leader interrupted, “It ain't your call. You think you can handle it little lady?”

“Of course!”

“Great! Then head on backstage. You do a good enough job we'll lend you the tools ya need!”

Despite outwardly not looking at all like the other women in the place as Velma weaved between the seats and tables she was greeted with more catcalls and cheers than many of the regulars. Her baggy orange sweater and dark red skirt were the perfect combination to hide her best attributes while the bright orange stockings and her exposed thighs showed off just enough to really get their imaginations going. A few even smacked her ass as she walked by and nobody was more surprised than her friends to see Velma's face light up with delight at each unasked for spanking. By the time she disappeared into the backrooms her butt had seen at least four different hands. Nearly every biker in the place was looking at the center stage where all the lights had been pointed. Their leader flashed the rest of the gang a grin and moved back to his seat near the front. There was no telling how long they'd have to wait for her to reappear. Fred, Daphne, Shaggy, and Scooby all silently hoped she would come to her senses and leave without going through with anything. When the inky black curtain that made up the wall behind the stage started to shift they knew their hopes had been dashed. When they actually saw what their shy little bookworm friend looked like their jaws nearly hit the floor.

Gone was her conservative, nerdy outfit and in it's place was something that put the other strippers present to shame. The tiniest little orange bikini top 'covered' her massive tits, the strings keeping the little strips of cloth in place looking fit to snap. Most of her large pink areolas were visible around the pointless triangular patches. While her shoulders and stomach lay completely bare a pair of fishnet gloves, also in orange, covered her hands and forearms. Across her her hips was fastened the tiniest, most revealing thong any of her friends had ever seen. It's cords were almost invisible at the distance she was standing and the bit of fabric covering her pussy might as well as been see through. A thick tuft of reddish brown hair protruded from the top as if to draw attention to itself while the plump outer lips of her pussy were eagerly trying to gobble up the rest of her bikini bottoms as well. When she turned to show it off a little more it became clear that the backside was even more revealing than the front. Two fishnet stockings to match her gloves stretched all the way up her legs just past her knees and a pair of orange stilettos rounded out the look quite nicely. Only her relatively modest bob cut and glasses remained as evidence of what she used to look like. Almost every inch of her surprisingly curvy, thick in all the right places body was laid bare and nobody lover it more than Velma herself.

As her friends looked on with dumbfounded shock Velma launched into an unexpectedly complex dance. It became immediately clear that she was no stranger to a stripper pole, to the delight of all the bikers in the bar. She twirled, grinded, and swayed around it like a professional while her ass and tits jiddle in the perfect way to accentuate her movements. Before long one hand was gripping the pole while the other rubbed and groped her own body. Squeezing both of her tits, smacking her ass, and even sliding across her half naked pussy there wasn't any part of her own form Velma didn't caress for their amusement. Her enjoyment was evident in the smile lighting up her face and both only seemed to grow the rowdier her audience grew. From the almost breakneck pace at which she was descending into a pure slut there was no doubt in her friend's minds that she'd be completely naked within minutes. Yet just like her willingness to debase herself there was apparently more surprises in store for Daphne, Fred, Shaggy, and Scooby. They'd certainly heard the roar of the crowd and the many vulgar, uncouth things being shouted at her but none of them had been able to look away from Velma's voluptuous body. That quickly changed when one of the bikers climbed onto the stage, his fat, throbbing dick already out.

Rather than push him away and come to her senses as the rest of the gang hoped Velma gasped at the sight of his turgid dick and fell to her knees. She swallowed his entire length so fast and so effortlessly she could've made a fantastic career as a pornstar. The rest of the bikers went wild at the sight of her lips around his dick and the lucky man in question instantly grabbed her head. With a roughness that would break most women he slammed into her throat like a madman. His cock plunged balls deep inside her esophagus then pulled all the way back out to twitch in the open air for a moment. He repeated the motion with more force each time and soon the wet slaps and gurgles emerging from her throat echoed throughout the entire room. Thick cords of spit and precum trailed down Velma's cheeks or dripped onto her heaving breasts. Several strands remained connected ot his shaft each time it was pulled out, bridging the gap between his prick and her perpetually smiling lips. In response to his violent treatment of her face Velma started playing with her own tits, casually pulling aside her top to fully reveal her pert nipples as she did so.

They remained locked in that position until another enterprising biker decided he too was tired of simply watching. After joining the two on the stage he rather unceremoniously grabbed Velma's legs out from under her and lifted her bodily off the ground. The guy she was blowing held her head in place on his dick and she grabbed his waist to support herself. A moment later her g string was yanked aside and a juciy cock was shoved into her pussy. She moaned as loudly as she could around the shaft buried in her throat as everyone cheered. Some bikers had started fucking the other women in the club but most were still watching her with rapt attention. With her body suspended between them and all control taken away completely Velma was free to revel in the wild, bestial fucking she received from both men. Like some sort of toy she was bounced between them at an almost frantic pace, her heavy tits swaying constantly beneath her as a constant reminder of how hard they were fucking. She didn't have a moment to breath, think about what was happening, or even meaningfully add to their little threesome. It took all of her self control not to simply go limp as her masochistic fantasies were finally fulfilled. 

Out of the corner of her eyes she could see her friends continuing to watch despite the obvious discomfort on their faces. There was a time she might have cared about what they thought of her or wanted to break such a big kink to them a little more gently. But after years of playing the shy introvert it was time to let her inner slut reign supreme. If they didn't like it than so be it. She was gonna get her rocks off either way. And it was increasingly likely that every man in the place save Shaggy and Fred were going to as well. The mere thought of being used by so many strangers who clearly didn't give a shit about her pleasure rather ironically turned her on to the point of almost cumming immediately. Her throat and pussy clamped down tremendously around the first cocks to enter her and both bikers groaned in satisfaction. 

They didn't last much longer, within thirty seconds each one was blowing his load inside her tight holes. Velma shivered as she was given her first taste of cum, literally and figuratively, for the night. A fair amount of it oozed out of her quivering pussy the moment the second man's cock was withdrawn but she made sure to swallow every last drop pumped into her mouth. She was none to gently left on the stage in a sweaty heap to await the next wave of bikers. Before anyone could take up the charge and sample her body for themselves she rolled onto her back and slid off the stage to join them. Daphne audibly gasped as a several hair men converged on her at once and Fred tried to rush to her side. He was instantly blocked by one of the nearest bikers and, like the others, relegated to passivity as Velma was surrounded by cocks. More dicks than she'd ever dreamed of were suddenly within her reach and just like the first two none of their owners were the least bit shy about using them. She was lifted like a rag doll and spread across the nearest table for the most convenient use almost the second her feet touched the floor.

Another shaft was buried in her mouth in the blink of an eye and the one sliding between her legs found her as of yet unused asshole. The new pair continued the trend started by the first with gusto. They fucked Velma's tight little body like she'd personally wronged each one of them. Their cocks pounded her hard enough to make the table screech along the floor. Her body was a tool for their amusement and nothing more, every single motion they made only reinforcing this fact. The one using her ass started slapping her tits to make them bounce even more and the one using her mouth actually grabbed her throat to tighten it's hold on his shaft. Another pair of dicks eventually found their way into her empty hands. It was the only time she had a modicum of control over the situation but Velma knew full well if she didn't do what they wanted her biker friends wouldn't have any issue getting it one way or another. Her hands were a blur up and down their poles as she worked them as enthusiastically as the other two worked her body. Surprisingly they were the first to blow their wads, hot cum splashing across her tits and belly in thick, gooey waves. Her initial partners lasted only a few moments longer and once more she was given a lovely pair of creampies to enjoy. Of course all of them were replaced in seconds, before the jizz on and inside her had even started to settle.

For nearly an hour she was passed around the bar like a bong at a frat house. Her body was contorted and pushed into almost every position imaginable to facilitate their pleasure. At first she was merely being double stuffed by an increasingly horny selection of men but as time wore on and patience wore thin they started getting creative. The first time she took a dick in her ass and pussy Velma actually came, messy torrents of juices squirting all over the two intruding members while she gasped for air around a third. Her apparent enjoyment seemed to egg them on more than every. Her holes were fucked without pause as if each one of the bikers was fresh out prison. Soon enough even that was enough for those watching her get fucked. A third dick started to push it's way into her ass and she was utterly helpless to stop him. It blasted inside her freshly stretched hole like a cannon going off and Velma squealed like a stuck pig for almost a full minute in response. Her body was finding it harder to catch a breath between the ever expanding roster of men using her lower holes and the ones determined to suffocate her with their dicks.

As if with that in mind mere seconds after she brought the current man she was sucking off to climax two more approached. Seemingly unconcerned with her only having one mouth they shoved both their dicks into her throat at the same time. While unable to get as deep inside her when going at it alone neither one seemed to care so long as some part of them was inside her wet little body. It was a sentiment they all shared apparently as her triple stuffed asshole was pushed almost to the breaking point and basted in more cum than a human body could conceivably take. Huge loads of cum were sprayed all over her inner walls with much of it gushing right back out of her the moment even one dick left her ass. One by one each man came and added his own volume to her hole. For a brief moment she was free to contemplate the mess that was her backdoor. Until the same treatment was given to her pussy mere seconds later. More than used to having either one filled to the brim thanks to her many kinks Velma scarcely batted an eye as three new shafts slid into her slack pussy. Naturally of all of that was accompanied by a constant series of spanks, grunts, and groping on any part of her body that might allow it. Her tits were handled like a pair of udders on a busy farm day and her ass saw more hand prints than a scanner in a spy movie. Through it all she persevered with a remarkable skill. Or more accurately she survived their onslaught and came more times than she could count.

Velma didn't finish her routine until every biker in the place had a chance to fuck some part of her body. The harder they were the more she moaned and encouraged them. Many were so turned on by her endless whorishness they came within moments of entering her. Some were even coming back for seconds when she finally returned to the stage. Her already horrified and confused friends couldn't believe what they were seeing as she climbed back up to the pole. The once skin tight gogo outfit she'd started with hung so loosely around her body it was basically useless. Just about every inch of her bore the marks of the biker gang: cum stained her face, dripped off her massive tits, clung to her taut belly, and dripped from both holes. Red marks from where she'd been groped and passed around covered anywhere the semen didn't. What little makeup she wore around her eyes was streaking down her cheeks in as thick a quantity as the jizz and her glasses were knocked askew. She adjusted them as she looked out across the crowd, spinning around the pole once more to show off the mess they'd made. The few grunts of disapproval at her departure turned into catcalls almost immediately. 

She ended her little flourish looking back over her shoulder at the rowdy bikers, her well spanked ass and long legs perfectly illuminated by the spotlights. Well aware of her positioning and eager to give them one final image to remember her by Velma languidly bent forward. She pushed her buttocks even closer towards everyone. With both hands she grabbed her plump cheeks and pulled them apart. A chorus of cheers drowned out the gasps uttered by her friends as they saw the real effects of Velma's gangbang fun. Even after being apart from the many, many dicks she was serving for almost a full minute by that point both her asshole and pussy were still gaping as wide as if they'd only been vacated a moment ago. Cum dribbled out of each in a steady stream and in just the first few seconds she showed it off her two holes winked and trembled like made. Sliding her legs apart even further she bent down far enough to look out across the club between her own thighs. Her face lit up in a mischievous smile. 

Concentration shrouded her expression for a moment and the crowd quieted down. Her asshole clenched and quivered harder than ever, slowly shrinking back to what it had looked like before they started. But at the same time it was also distending outwards as though she was trying to push something out. Little by little it continued the give and take: winking shut and then protruding until finally a jet of creamy white spunk erupted from her hole. She didn't have enough force to push it more than a few inches out of her ass but the effect was the same nonetheless. Uproarious cheers and catcalls filled the air as she debased herself one last time for their amusement. Though certainly not much more than a fraction of what was actually inside her it was still enough to recoat her thighs and splatter the stage with an assorted cocktail of twenty different men's loads. Velma paused to let the initial spurt dribble out then pushed once more. Another gooey stream poured out as thick as the first. Her fingers slid a little deeper between her buttocks until they were almost framing her leaking hole. 

As she geared up for another go Fred, Daphne, Shaggy, and Scooby's attention was mercifully pulled away by the leader of the biker gang lumbering up to them. “I'd say you kept your end of the bargain!” He rumbled, “Tell me what you need and my boys 'll get it for ya!”

The walk back to the Mystery Machine was far more subdued than the walk to the bar. While Velma clearly had nothing to say about what had just transpired the rest of the gang was filled with questions about it. But none of them could quite find a way to voice them. Likely because they were still trying to reconcile the woman they knew with the one they'd just watched pleasuring an entire room full of bikers. Not to mention no matter where they looked or what they did the smell of cum and sweat radiated off her body in a cloud that obfuscated all other senses. It certainly didn't help that she'd elected to wear her stage outfit and completely leave behind her sweater and skirt. After all the wear and tear it'd seen her 'clothes' barely counted as such anymore.

Stepping away from the rest of the group when they finally arrived Fred started working on the Mystery Machine with the bag of tools the bikers had left them. The rest of the gang minus Velma milled around the sides of van for want of anything better to do. Velma herself watched his progress with the same inquisitive look she always had. It was marred somewhat by the crusted semen clinging to her face and the steady drip of fresh, wet spunk oozing from between her legs. He finished as fast as he could without looking at her, asking Daphne to try starting the engine. She hopped into the driver seat and their vehicle roared to life. Fred shut the lid and packed up the tools as everyone else climbed in. They drove back to the strip club to return the tools, Velma electing to do the honors upon seeing leader standing outside with another scantily clad bimbo. She strutted towards the bearded man and offered the bag with one daintily outstretched hand. He took and said something the rest of the gang couldn't hear. Velma laughed and took a scrap of paper from him. 

When she returned the van once more curiosity finally got the better of one of them, “What did he give you?” Daphne asked.

“His contact information.”

“What for?” Fred wondered.

“My new night job!”