STORY - Pizza Thot: Big Honey Hustlas (Patreon)

Welcome to another Story Sunday! In this tale by Sandcastles, we follow Honey & Tips as they celebrate in style. Whose style? Well, it's our 100th story, so it seems that something special is in order...

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“Hey, hon.”

Honey walked back to the locker room, toying with her cellphone. The dark-skinned thot was strolling around in her underwear as she caught up on texts, not quite ready to commit to putting on her uniform. She glanced up to nod at Tips with a small smile.

“Oh hey, Hon!” Tips beamed back as she yanked her long-sleeved shirt off.

“Whatcha up to?”

“Gettin’ ready for a day of gettin’ naked,” Honey smiled back.

“You look at your schedule yet this week, hon?”

“Ooh! Almost forgot!”

“Kinda figured,” Honey admitted as Tips dug her phone out of her messy locker.

“Just askin’ because we’ve got the same assignment on Saturday. Some lucky boy’s 18th birthday party for six.”

“Oh nice! I love parties!” Tips gushed excitedly.

“They always give a big tip on those!”

“Uh huh.”

Honey nodded patiently as Tips flipped through her account, looking for any other surprises on her schedule.

“So what were you planning to do for it?”

Tips looked back at her quizzically.

“What do ya mean? I give ‘em the old Tips special. Some lapdances, let them feel me up, a few titfucks, then we take a break for mozzarella sticks and then boom! Back in for a gangbang! GYAHAHA!”

Tips was surprised to see Honey shake her head with a frown.

“That’s it? The usual stuff for the first birthday this kid’s gonna see when he’s becoming a real adult? Honey, you gotta make this somethin’ special for him to really remember.”

“Wow. I didn’t think of it that way,” Tips admitted, tapping a finger on her lip.

“Then what do YOU think? Did you do anything special at Thong Wings for birthdays?”

“Well it wasn’t so much a Wings thing as it was a Honey thing… but, hon, did I make them special. Birthdays were sort of my specialty.”

Honey winked and tapped her nose secretively, getting a few soft honks from the round black orb on her nose. Her thick curves got her plenty of attention around the restaurant, but her naughty clown act left some customers especially interested in her.

“Oh yea? You must have made a mean birthday cake or something!” Tips said happily.

Honey frowned back at her again, folding her arms under her breasts.

“Clown, Tips. It’s because I dress like a clown.”

“Ohhhh.”

“So I was thinkin’ let’s give this guy the best of both worlds. Let him be a grownup and a kid at the same time. Cake and presents with that special Pizza Thot spice, you know? And all the best kids’ parties got a clown or two, right, hon?”

Honey smirked as she saw Tips’ eyes light up, starting to catch up to her plan. Tips grabbed her by the shoulders as the pieces finally fit together in her brain.

“Honey!” she gasped excitedly.

“Can you give me a sexy clown makeover!?”

Honey pursed her pouty lips before jumping up and down on the spot, squealing with glee like a ready teapot.

“Honey, you have NO IDEA how long I’ve been waiting for somebody to ask me that!!!”

The girls grabbed each other’s hands and bounced in place with unbridled excitement. Their piercing squeal was enough that Cash stopped halfway into the locker room and turned sharply around, deciding to take her break somewhere else.

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“Hey there, hon!? Who here is down to CLOWN!?” Honey demanded as she kicked in the door to one of the private party rooms.

The initial party was already set up, the teenage boys (all properly carded at the front door as usual) eagerly nibbled on their pizza and soda. Their eyes locked onto the pair of extra curvy clowns that entered, looking nearly as excited to be there as the guests.

“Hope you’re all ready to PARTAY! Cuz here comes Honey and Tipsy, the funnest thots around! GYAHAHA~!”

Tips had gone all out on her new look. She wore a puffy pink wig with the classic white clown makeup with red lips and a round red nose. Bright red circles covered most of her cheeks’ freckles and she wore a skintight polka dot bodysuit that rode high between her cheeks and thighs. She wore some silky white gloves and dark right sneakers after finding that the big floppy shoes didn’t go over well with Tips’ already clumsy and careless nature.

“Now which one of you cute little honeys is Roy the birthday boy? Cuz we got a real special present for you,” Honey chimed, grinning as the girls kept up their energy.

One of the teens raised his hand wrapped in the colored wristband that marked anyone under 21 at the restaurant. He was a scrawny kid with dark hair and fair skin, and judging by the big grin on his face, he had been waiting to actually visit the rumored Pizza Thot for quite some time. For all the rumors floating around high schools, the restaurant got a surprising amount of freshly 18 visitors who couldn’t wait to find out if they were true. They usually were.

“There’s our boy! C’mere and get your birthday hugs! GYAHAHA!”

Tips and Honey encircled the boy in his chair, squeezing him a tight hug. It had the expected result of burying his face between their cleavage as the girls shamelessly motorboated him.

What surprised Roy and got the other kids to laugh was the rapid honking noises that came with it. Honey had provided Tips with some squeaky pads to slip into their bras, getting the comical honks to sound off every time their tits pressed hard enough against something. Tips stood back up and folded her arms around her chest, making her breasts stick out even further.

“What’s wrong? Never seen a pair of big honkin’ tits like these up close, have ya?”

Roy smiled and curiously groped one of Tips’ breasts, giving it a firm squeeze and making them let out another squeaky honk. He blushed but kept on grinning as Honey ruffled his hair from behind.

“You’re gonna get the royal treatment today, hon,” the darker clown thot assured him.

“And what’s a king without his jesters?”

“So for now, enjoy the show and enjoy our big tops!” Tips declared.

She gave her boobs another squeeze, honking them once more for her own amusement as much as the young men’s.

Honey strode onto the low stage at one side of the room, strutting with her thick hips wiggling and breasts swaying. She tapped a remote to start up what sounded like a club remix of some carnival music before she turned away from her audience. She swung her hips to the rapid rhythm, bouncing her ass for their amusement as she slid down her slacks. The boys shouted and cheered appreciatively as the pink-haired thot slowly stripped down to her thong with “Birthday cake” written across the top.

Once they were through appreciating her ass, she reached up to start unbuttoning her top. She turned back to face them and leaned over, cupping and honking her boobs before reaching into her cleavage. She pulled out a colorful handkerchief, tied to another and another. It was technically less of a magic trick and more of her showing off just how much she could fit in between her plump tits. With one last flourish, she pulled out the last of the cloth to show her bra tied to the end. She flashed them a painted wink as she twirled it around and tossed it into Roy’s lap.

“Don’t you guys worry! I got enough party favors for everybody!” Tips declared as she strode into the audience.

She let Honey handle the main spotlight while she sat in a random boy’s lap, bouncing her booty into his lap. The tight leotard rode up her ass cheeks, letting her pale, bare flesh twerk around on his bulge. She giggled gleefully as she reached out and fondled the neighboring boys’ bulges.

“Ooh, you’re a big bunch! GYAHAHA! I wonder if it’s like a clown car and even bigger when you let it out!”

Tips pulled their cocks out with masterful ease, getting off three of her guests at once as they groped her or watched Honey’s show. Between the stripshow and the colorful Tips manipulating their dicks, the overwhelmed boys gladly shot their loads over her hands and hips.

Honey stripped down to just her thong as she whipped out a lengthy balloon. She stretched it out between her hand and teeth before smoothly blowing it up to its full size. The clown thot gave a suggestive lick and kiss with her pouty lips, and as the boys giggled or moaned over the suggestive motion, she decided it wasn’t phallic enough. With a few twists and folds, Honey knotted it into the balloon animal equivalent of a full set of cock and balls, complete with a swollen head.

There were some genuinely impressed laughs and shouts from the crowd as she stroked it between her breasts before tracing it down to her thighs. She ground against it lustily before she ultimately squeezed her thick thighs together, popping it with a firm squeeze against her crotch to accentuate the end of the song.

“Tipsy” had moved onto the next row of kids, jerking off one heavyset boy with her silky glove while she sucked off another. Her head bobbed rapidly, making her round nose squeak once or twice a second when it pushed against his lower belly. The wig stayed firmly clipped to her hair as the cotton candy-looking hair swayed in the guest’s lap, with Tips’ eagerly watching eyes staring up at him.

The colorful blowjob left the boy cumming down Tips’ throat, catching it all neatly inside her mouth before she gulped it down.

“Hey, Tipsy! Don’t go filling up on snacks just yet! It’s time for cake” Honey called out to her.

“Ooh! Good idea!” Tips declared.

She hopped back to her feet and ran over to Honey, dropping to her knees and burying her freckled face in between her cheeks. She happily shook her head around, motorboating herself into her jiggling buns while swinging her fake pink hair around.

“Hey, knucklehead!” Honey scolded theatrically.

“I mean the real cake! Not that kinda cake!”

“Woopsy! My b!”

Honey rolled her eyes and shoved her hips back, butt-bumping Tips so that she comically flopped onto her back and landed spread eagle. The kids chuckled over the horny slapstick as Honey stepped out of the room. She returned a few seconds later with the small, frosted cake in hand.

“Tada~! Hope we got your appetites going, hon, it ain’t a real birthday until you’ve got cake and clowns.”

“Well set it on the table already!” Tips prompted in exaggerated impatience.

“I’d wanted a creampie myself, but then Honey had to tell me that’s a real kind of pie! GYAHA-”

“WhoooOOAH~!”

Honey suddenly tripped over nothing in particular, the topless thot stumbling and staggering wildly before she went flopping over to her knees. With a wet plop, the cake smacked into Tips’ crotch and smeared cake and icing all over her belly and thighs. The teens all groaned or chuckled at the sight based on how well they read into their acting.

“EEP!” Tips squeaked.

“Cake was the LAST thing I thought I’d get in my coochie today!”

“Oh, honey! I’m sorry!” Honey gushed with a dramatic gasp.

“Lemme get that for you, hon!”

Honey tried to stand back up, just to whoop and slip on the spilled frosting. She fell ass first on the remains of the cake, flattening it further and standing up with a wincing expression. The same sweet mess was smeared all over her cheeks. She tugged at her thong while Tips pulled at the crotch of her leotard, letting some crumbs fall out from the inside.

“Well damn… don’t worry! It’s alright,” Honey assured everyone with a wave of her hands.

“We’ve got a backup, so there’s still cake for everyone in the kitchen.”

“Yea, but stillll,” Tips pondered, tapping her chin.

She scooped a bit of icing from her crotch and sucked on her finger.

“It’s still perfectly good cake. It’d be a shame to waste it, right?”

The sticky Tips and Honey fixed their gaze on Roy, raising their eyebrows as they broke into grins. Tips slipped her leotard down her shoulders, stripping down while managing to rub more of the messy cake into her bare pussy.

“Happy birthday!” Tips shouted gleefully as she quickly stepped up to his chair.

The tall girl slung her leg over the back of his seat, grinding her sweetened pussy into his face. Roy gave a long, euphoric moan as he opened his mouth, sucking and licking up the mix of cake and crotch. Tips started to gasp and hump a bit faster, smearing her excited juices and cake frosting over his face.

“Don’t forget about me, hon,” Honey butted in.

“I thought everyone loves some sticky buns.”

She planted a foot on the seat of the chair, swinging her hips to bump Tips aside. She pulled down her thong to shove her icing-coated ass into his face, bouncing and grinding over Roy’s nose and mouth. He moaned and let his tongue continue exploring his sexy servers as he licked and sucked Honey’s cheeks and asshole.

“Looks like he’s pitching a circus tent of his own! GYAHAHA!”

Tips started to poke at Roy’s erection that was swollen to the point of threatening to burst out of his pants.

“Aww, poor honey,” Honey cooed.

“How about you pull one of your magic tricks and make that disappear for him? Think you’d like that, hon?”

Honey slid her butt off his face and turned to cup his cheeks. She planted a firm kiss on his mouth with her tongue and pillowy lips, licking some frosting from the corner of his mouth. Roy just nodded rapidly in reply.

“Then come on over! We’ve got just the birthday bang for you!”

Tips and Honey each took a hand and dragged Roy over to the bed in the corner of the room. They slowly undressed the birthday boy, exposing this thick erection before laying him back and climbing on top of him.

Honey straddled his face, planting her knees on either side of him as she gave long gyrations. She ground her pussy and ass over him, doing most of the work so that the horny boy only had to moan and hold out his tongue to taste her sweetened privates.

Tips went right to business and did what she did best by jumping onto his cock. Her thick thighs closed around his, bracing herself to start bouncing up and down on his hardon. Her boobs bounced around like a pair of balloons let loose.

“Now THAT’S a big top! GYAHAHA!” Tips cackled as she went on riding and enjoying the barely legal cock inside her.

Roy’s hands roamed over both women, caressing whatever he could from the nearly blinding view of Honey’s ass in his face. The birthday boy could barely hump with the two curvy thots sitting on him, but they were grinding more than hard enough to get him off. His skinny body shuddered underneath them, moaning loudly into Honey’s slit as he shot a heavy nut into Tips’. The taller thot gave a delighted gasp as his pent up load flooded her pussy, oozing the pulpy cream out as he flooded her womanhood.

“Ooh! You got it bad, hon,” Hon purred, tracing her fingertips over Roy’s chest.

“Which means we were doing good!” Tips added, running her hand over her crotch to trace more of his cum around her thighs.

She flashed a fanged grin at Honey and nodded towards the breathless birthday boy’s lap. Honey nodded with a smile of her own as the clowns eased themselves off of Roy. They slid down to the foot of the bed where they both leaned in around his cock, still thick and twitching as it shot another aftershock of cum to splat onto his belly.

“Need us to clean that up for you, hon?” Honey offered as she gently took his cock in her hand.

Roy shuddered, still sensitive from his first orgasm but already eager for more.

“Yea, please,” he answered wearily.

“It’d be our pleasure,” she chuckled.

“Long as you don’t mind it bein’ a little messy,” Tips giggled as they both started to lick and kiss around his cock.

Roy leaned back and moaned, letting the girls loudly and wetly savor his cock. They stroked here and there, but were mainly using their lips as the clown girls blew him together. Their lips met for the occasional kiss with his cock in the center of their intertwining tongues, creating the strangely erotic scene of two clowns making out on top of him.

Honey leaned down to start softly kissing his balls with her plush lips as Tips opened wide. She swallowed up his cock, slowly sliding her mouth down further until he felt the inviting entrance to her throat. Tips moaned giddily and pressed her head in deeper, rubbing her face into his lap for a moment before pulling back. She left a thick, dark red ring of lipstick at the base of his shaft while Honey was making a point to grind a bit of her facepaint into his sack for a few smudgy white lip marks.

Roy groaned as he gripped Tips’ hair, holding her deep on his dick to let her tongue lap over a sweet spot. He tugged on one of Honey’s pompom-like tufts of hair, just to get a soft moan from her.

“Careful, honey. Mine’s not a wig,” she warned gently.

The sight of the clowns’ sexual markings combined with their incredible oral skills sucked another orgasm out of the boy, shooting another thick load between their pale faces. The potent cream blended in nicely with their face paint. The jizz drooled down their cheeks and lips before they licked it off each other’s faces.

Roy was laid out, exhausted and panting as the naked clowns sat up on the bed. The other boys were watching intently if not already masturbating, so the girls exchanged some quick glances.

“Maybe the actual cake can wait,” Honey decided.

“What do you think?”

“Hell yea! We got all the sweetness you could want right here!”

Tips was clearly fired up as she leapt to her feet before rushing towards the rest of the guests.

“So I’m declaring today EVERYbody’s birthday! Now line up for your presents!”