Lip-Smacking

Things to do with a chocolate Easter Bunny:

1 – Eat it

Velma's list pretty much started and ended right then and there, but it was beginning to look like Mr. Robertson had other plans in mind.

"You'll never get away with this!" Velma said, trying to keep up a brave front.

Which was a little hard, considering her present condition. The basement storeroom was secluded and gloomy enough as it was, without her knowing that she and Robertson were now the only ones left in the department store. The "Easter Bunny Helper" costume she had been wearing for the last week lay on the floor in tatters, with only her heels and thigh-hi stockings remaining. The rope that encircled her lush and naked form not only pinned her tightly to the chair, but held her wide open and available.

"Please," Robertson sneered. "I've already gotten away with it! I'm walking out that door with fifty thousand dollars in my pocket, and by the time your meddling friends get back I'll be miles away!"

"What kind of man pretends to be the Easter Bunny to all those kids, just to rob the store?"

"In my case, a very rich man," Robertson said with a laugh. "Especially considering the fringe benefits that came along with this job."

Robertson's leer told Velma all she needed to know about just what those "fringe benefits" would be. Her tits had never felt bigger, no thanks to the halter rope that squeezed then into almost perfect nipple tipped globes. And with her knees up high and spread wide there really wasn't anything left to the imagination down below either. And of course Robertson had taken every opportunity to shamelessly grope her while he had cut her costume off. And now he approached her with a wicked gleam in his eye and a chocolate Easter Bunny in his hand...

Velma didn't know whether to beg, plead or just scream, and when she finally did open her mouth Robertson quickly shoved a foam Easter egg between her lips. It rapidly expanded, filling her mouth as a rather festive looking gag. Now she could only look wide-eyed in horror as Robertson brought the ears of the bunny to her spread pink lips.

"Ready?" he jokingly asked, and then didn't bother waiting for an answer.

Velma groaned as she felt the hard chocolate penetrate her. She felt the smooth surface of the bunny's ears slide between her lips. Robertson teased her for a moment, letting an inch or so of chocolate rest inside of her at first, and then he slowly began feeding more and more inside of her. Velma wailed behind the gag as she felt her pussy stretch around the candy. First the ears, then the head, then most of the body of the bunny vanished between her thighs.

What was even more of a shock was when he suddenly pulled the bunny out. Robertson held the chocolate aloft, letting Velma see how it had become coated with her moist juices. And then before her shocked eyes he slowly licked the surface of the ears clean.

"Ummm, lip-smacking good!" he declared.

Then just like that it was back inside of her, and Robertson began to truly fuck Velma with the Easter treat. Long slow strokes, quick hard thrusts, with a spin or two thrown in for good measure, the bunny began to work its magic on her. The hugely irregular shape stretched and prodded parts of her pussy in a way no cock had ever done. The aroma of rich chocolate, mixed with the musk of her arousal, added to the mix. And of course Robertson didn't neglect her tits, sucking on one and then the other. It was a relentless attack, and despite herself Velma found herself responding. Her breath in long slow pants and a blush spread across her heaving chest. Her hips gyrated within the limits of her bonds and she thrust her chest out toward Robertson's suckling mouth. She felt herself quickly approaching her limit and she surrendered to the power that started to build between her legs.

And then Robertson did an even more terrible thing.

He stopped.

Velma's eyes flew open in surprise. She watched horrified as Robertson slowly stood up, leaving the chocolate bunny buried deep inside of her. He wasn't... He couldn't...

"Sorry dear," Robertson said with a grin. "I'm usually not the type to screw and run, but – Besides, just maybe if you wiggle yourself around enough, you might be able to bring yourself off. Or you'll just have to wait for your friends to come find you. See you around!"

Velma wailed anew. She pleaded desperately with her eyes. She would have done just about anything he asked, if only he wouldn't leave her like this – so close to the release she needed. But heartless Robertson kissed her forehead, gave her stiff nipples a final twist –

And then just like that he was gone, walking out of the door in front of her.

Velma futilely struggled in her bonds, striving to achieve release of ANY kind. But the ropes were too well placed and too tight, leaving her firmly attached to the chair. And the chocolate bunny was cunningly placed – enough to give her pussy a feeling of fullness, yet no matter how hard she tried she could stimulate herself no further. She was stuck in an orgasmic limbo, her body trembling as she continuously rode the edge of "almost." Time seemed to stand still for Velma. Every second, every minute, was endless. She spent what seemed like an eternity in that chair before a sound slowly penetrated her haze. It was slight, a low clicking sound that was at once strange and familiar, coming from behind the door.

Velma's hopes soared as she peered at the door. The noise stopped, and for a heart stopping moment Velma thought she had imagined it. Then, slowly – the door began to open.

Velma sighed in relief as Scooby Doo's head slowly peered around the edge of the door. "Scooby! Save me!" she tried to cry, but of course with the gag it came out more as a tortured groan.

Scooby jumped at the strange sound, and for a second seemed about to run away. But then his eyes fell on Velma.

And then he saw the exposed piece of chocolate.

"Rocolate!" he barked as his eyes lit up.

"No! Nooooo!" Velma tried to cry around the gag as she watched Scooby rocket to her across the floor. But there was no stopping the Great Dane as he skidded to a stop in front of the chair. As she looked down between the swells of her tits saw him take a big bite out of the exposed chocolate.

As the vibrations flowing from the bite pushed her over the edge Velma looked up to see Daphne, Fred and Shaggy standing in the doorway, their faces masks of shock. She had one lucid moment of embarrassment to realize how the scene must look to them, but then her eyes closed as she finally succumbed to the climax she had waited for, for so long.