The Girls of Mooters: Titfuck Night (Patreon)

Didn’t have a plan when I put this one on the votes. Just wanted to revisit the sexy restaurant full of different cowgirl OCs. The idea of a titfuck contest eventually just turned into a showcase to get them to show off how everyone did their titfuck differently. I really do love the designs on these girls. Skim there was a last minute addition, and I have the lingering thought of what if a goth girl on the staff. The five or six I introduce aren’t the whole staff, by what I imagine and have implied in the fic, so I can always add more as I feel like. Then again, not sure if I have enough goth cowgirl in M.C. Kraken’s monstergirl mcdonalds.

Oh, and still based on the restaurant designed by https://twitter.com/kdubs_matt 

Just like most restaurants, Mooters had its share of theme nights and special occasions to draw in customers. It wasn’t that it needed help, being staffed by sexy and curvy cowgirls.

“Oh we’ve GOT to stop off here tonight,” one of the passing men insisted.

His friend looked up at the large, blue-lettered sign with a cow head forming the O’s in Mooters.

“The burger and shake place with all the tits? Why tonight? I thought we were eating at Redhead Robin.”

The first of the boys pointed at the sign in front of the restaurant. “Titfuck night tonight” was written out in chalk.

“Ohhhh. Hell yea.”

The two entered and found the place was pretty busy for the middle of the week. A wooden stage was set up on the  Plates clattered as servers hastily dropped off dishes and cups, all of them in the stretched white tank tops and blue shorts of the restaurant’s uniform. If that wasn’t enough of a giveaway, every one of them was a thick cowgirl of some variety. Some were shortstacks, amazons, bbw, milfs… but they all had some form of horns and there was hardly an empty bra on the entire team. At least those that bothered with a bra.

“Hey there. Welcome to Mooters. Sorry, I’ll be with you in a second!”

A rail thin girl in the staff uniform stood behind the front desk, hastily handing a customer back their credit card. She looked a bit frantic, eyes sharply focused behind her glasses and her long and thick brown hair hanging over her shoulders. She wore the smallest top the restaurant made, and it still hung loosely off her a-cup chest.

“Noooo rush?” one of the guys conceded politely.

“Okay! Hey. Ready! Uh, welcome to Mooters. My name’s Skim. I usually don’t work the front desk but I guess I’m weirdly good at it. So how many, and were you staying for the titfuck contest?”

“Yes,” one of them hastily replied.

Just the two of us,” his friend added.

“Okay, great. Right this way, I think there’s one or two more tables left… sorry if we’re a little shorthanded tonight. It’s all hands on dick… er, deck, but everybody with a pair’s getting ready for the show. I’m naturally not in there…”

The slim girl tugged on her loose top.

“They tell me I’ll grow into it in no time, but I have no idea what they mean by that. But it’s supposed to be more of a showcase than a contest. Each of ‘em grabs a customer and gives ‘em a uh… tittyfuck so people can pick who they want to go ahead with at their tables later. So if you got any food orders, I’d get them quick.”

“Yo, this shit’s lookin’ done as fuck!!”

Up on the stage, a tall, deeply tanned and clearly buff girl walked along with several chairs slung over each arm. She set them down in a crude line before dusting off her hands. The foul-mouthed cowgirl shook out her pink hair with the sides shaved down as she looked back at her team. Her manager waved back at her and Bibi looked back at the crowd.

“Alright, chucklefucks! I need one of ya! Uhhh that one!”

She pointed randomly at a nearby table.

“You! Hey, bro! Lookin’ to get your dick tittied!?”

The crowd cheered and whistled at the free show as a lean, bearded man eased his way onto the stage. The rest of the staff was making their way over as they wrapped up what deliveries and orders they could before they became busy with their casual competition. Bibi caught him by the arm and yanked him onto the stage with her before shoving him into the nearest chair.

“Aright! Pants off!” she barked, pointing impatiently at the floor.

His eyes widened as he broke into a smile. He started drawing them down but Bibi grabbed them and yanked them off, sending his shoes popping off in the strong and hasty pull. Kayla, one of the managers on staff for the night, came out with a microphone beside her.

“Just think of this as a sample for tonight. It’s half off titjobs, and we wanted to show you the styles we had to offer with each of your girls…”

“C’mon and gimme that pussy of a dick already!”

“Bibi’s obviously a bit more… aggressive for those who like that,” Kayla narrated.

The massively wide and curvy woman with the black and white-striped hair stepped aside to make sure everyone had a fine view of the action past her thick booty and hanging breasts. Bibi was already knelt in front of her guest, lifting her top just enough to fit his cock in under the bottom. It stuffed his dick up between her cleavage, poking up between her round plump jugs. Despite her assertive titfuck (or more likely because of it), the bearded man was moaning loudly as he thrust between her tits.

“Ya like that, punk? Not even usin’ my hands yet.”

Bibi raised and flexed her arms in proof, grinning at him widely as his thrusts and the tightness of her shirt were enough to stroke his dick between her milky jugs. She even flexed her pectoral muscles, bouncing them in place to add some more jerking to his shaft.

“Now quit wastin’ my time and nut already! Your weak-ass dick really gonna hold out the best udders in the goddamn country?!”

Bibi crossed her arms beneath her chest, puffing them up even higher and tighter together. She flexed her arms, making her biceps and thick forearms bounce the udders in short, hopping motions around her guest’s dick. The firm and heavy tugging motion left them slapping lightly against each other until she felt the hot jut of cum coat the space between her tits. A quick burst of jizz splattered out and over her cleavage.

“Ha! Fuck yea! What was my time on that!?” Bibi laughed, backing out from the customer’s lap. The jizz dribbled down between her tits and over her abs.

“We weren’t timing or anything. It’s more of a customer preference taste test than an actual contest,” Kayla explained.

“Ah, bullshit,” Bibi huffed.

She wiped a bit of the cum from her chest and sucked on the fingertip, shrugging as she left the stage to clean up. The more submissive and masochistic customers were already dying to place their orders for once she was done cleaning up after her last one.

The massively hefty, black and white-haired manager took center of the creaking stage again.

“Okay, next up, we’re bringing out the new meat. Our freshest recruit Coco is out for our next bit of milking!”

The new girl scooted out with a bashful blush on her face. She was fair-skinned and on the shorter side for how large the cowgirls tended to get. She had a slight but notable belly and some huge triple D cups, with dark curly hair grown to her shoulders around her wide and curved horns. Big green eyes and a cute button nose settled in between her dimpled cheeks.

“H-hey. Glad to be here,” Coco stammered.

She was barely out of training and still nervous around a lot of customers. They mostly found it adorable, so they just cheered her on especially hard when she came out. Kayla gave her a firm swat on the ass, getting Coco’s tail to stick straight up as she hopped the rest of the way to the next chair in line.

“I, uh… I guess youuuu? No, you! Sorry! Yea, you!” Coco rambled.

Coco pointed out a random fanboy in the front row and he gladly came on stage. Kayla gestured him over to the chair, ever the escorting big sister type of the restaurant. He sat down in front of the brunette who eyed him nervously, but her shiver made her udders bob around in a hypnotic pattern.

“So… I guess let’s take your thing out,” Coco managed to steel herself.

She knelt down and tugged on his pants, with his hardon popping out so firm and erect that she jumped in surprise as the thick and meaty cock slapped against her chest.

“Oh wow. So you’re actually excited for this… and a big guy, ain’t ya?” she laughed awkwardly.

“Hey, Kayla? Can I get some lube or something for this?”

Coco leaned away to flag down her boss. The big multicolored cowgirl tossed a small plastic packet from her tight-fitting shorts pocket. Coco barely caught it in her pawing hands, but she squeezed it tightly enough that it swelled up in her grip.

“Ok! Got it! Phew. Alright, let’s…”

She squeezed too tightly and her strongly clenched fist made the top pop off the lube tube. It spurted over all over her tits, soaking her shirt all the way through so that it was effectively transparent as it clung to her chest. She broke into a bright blush, even for a girl expecting to strip her top off in front of the crowd.

“Oh fuck! Uh, you may uh… here! Let’s just try this!”

Coco grabbed and stuffed the duck under her shirt, her hard nipples poking through her top. It slid in neatly with the abundance of sloppy lubricant making her soft flesh extra slippery. She palmed and pushed her boobs together, emitting a squish from her sloppy top as the cock poked out through the collar. She blushed at the leaking dick looked her right in the face, leaning in to buck her upper body while mashing her slippery boobs around the hardon.

“So is this any good or ACKPTHH!”

She sputtered in surprise as she looked cutely hopefully up at him, just for the hung guest to fire off his load. It splashed an even bigger mess over her tits and more burst into her face, horns and hair. She licked some of it off her lips before spitting it off to the seed.

“Oh gosh! Fuck, I’m sorry,” she rambled.

“Dooon’t mention it,” the man groaned, leaning back in his seat as his dick pushed fucker up her cleavage.

It smeared a last glob of jizz over her cheek before pulling gingerly back out of her top. Kayla passed Coco a towel to wipe herself off and wander back offstage.

“Well while she cleans up and comes out to help you boys out… cuz wow, a lot of you are really liking the show,” Kayla chuckled knowingly.

“Let’s get our next girl out here. Sara-Lynn! Let’s show them how you treat our guests!”

“Alright! You there! Get on up here!” Sara called out proudly.

The shortstack with small horns poking out from her red, ponytailed hair. She jiggled her way up the steps while pointing out a large and muscled man in the crowd. He climbed up as Sara-Lynn looked him over like a mountain to conquer, never afraid to bite off more than she could chew.

“Well? What are you waitin’ for? Sit down if you want me to reach anything. Or you expect me to jack off your knee?” the little redhead demanded.

Her stern tone got the guy to sit down as she demanded. The 3’6” cowgirl had to lean up on her toes to bump her warm bosom against his lap, resting them on his growing bulge. She tugged down her top, letting her boobs spill out over their overstuffed top around the neckline. Her soft and huge orbs plopped out onto his lap as the only big thing on her. It got the guy groaning in anticipation.

“Like what you see, huh? Well let’s get that tasty t-bone out and get you taken care of!”

The ambitious shorty unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was as big as the rest of him, making her smirk as she cradled his balls and lower dick on top of her cleavage. She bounced them to wag the rest of his cock around, but pursed her lips as she saw she couldn’t reach the head with their level of size difference.

“Just uh… fuck, alright. I got this.”

She planted her hands on his knees and boosted herself up, sitting in his lap with her thick legs spread to balance on his. His balls nestled between her thighs and belly while his cock pushed up between her tits, resting the head on top of her cleavage. She grabbed him by the edges of his shirt, tugging herself in and out to grind most of her body against his heft cock. Her tightly bouncing tits didn’t need her hands to keep them hugging his dick tight.

“There we go! Nothin’ too big for me!” the short cowgirl boasted.

She puffed up her chest, making her plump tits bob apart and clap together once again around his cockhead. It lightly pinched around the head of his drooling dick before drooping back away, the fluid motion of her flesh stroking it from to bottom. She peppered the head with kisses as she smirked up at him proudly. Squeezing her thighs around his massive cock got it to pulse up along her whole body and spurt out across her chest and chin, but Sara grinned proudly all the same. She threw up her fists in triumph.

“HOO! Yea, bitch! Bring on your biggest, boys, cuz I’ll milk ‘em all!” Sara bragged.

She hopped off the man’s lap, her bouncing boobs dripping the warm juices along after her. Kayla chuckled as she stepped aside to let her go rushing out to dish out more titjobs to the public.

“See? She’s a real treat, isn’t she? But all the girls here offer something special. And just so I’m not left talking about myself… Lulabelle! C’mon up and bring a couple friends with you.”

The white-haired amazon came trotting up to the stage. She wasn’t buff like Bibi, but the cowgirl was a towering seven feet tall. She had a slight belly poking out from under her top but it was less noticeable with her height and huge, spherical udders bouncing around above it. The big country bimbo beamed and waved to the crowd as she led a pair of friends up to the stage.

“Hey, everybody. Which one of ya’ll’s lookin’ to try some clean country tittyfuckin’?” she chimed in her bubbly voice, cupping her tits and bouncing them in a mock-juggling gesture.

Kayla just smiled and swung her hips, bumping the nearest boy down into the chair beside her. The chunky, blotchy-haired girl knelt down on her thick legs and tugged his pants down and her top up. She plopped her jugs down into the guest’s lap, easily wider than his entire torso. The soft flesh flooded out across his legs as she smiled up at him, flashing him a wink as she grabbed his cock.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you, hon,” she promised.

Her plump gut pushed up against his legs, molding as she leaned further into him. She tugged on his cock to give it a slow, warm lick. She nestled it between her big, pillowy jugs and tucked it in the rest of the way between her boobs. She smiled as she left it completely buried in titflesh, unable to breach past her hefty cleavage.

“Tada~! How do you like my little vanishing act?” she chimed cutely.

She smiled and shook her shoulders, letting her huge udders wobble around. He couldn’t even see what was happening but he could feel her fluid-like flesh rubbing him from all directions. His precum oozed out, just to fill in the cracks of her saggingly heavy tits to make the rubbing even smoother. He started to feel more wetness building as she toyed with her nipples, turning them in and oozing some milk to mix in with his pre. She hummed softly, making her chest vibrate softly so that it only added more to her soothing breast massage. He quickly bit his lip and thrust into her boobs, barely moving the big jugs as he finished squirting inside her rack. Kayla beamed and shifted back, her huge tits sticking together.

Lula had gotten her guest in a similar position, only the towering girl had trouble getting low enough to get her boobs around his cock. The tall bimbo hummed and puzzled it out for a bit, only able to bump her breasts into his chest or face. She gasped and beat a fist into her palm.

“Ooh! Got it!” she decided.

She grabbed the human guest around his hips and lifted him up, wrapping his legs around her waist. Lulabelle held his ass as she let her big tits drop into his lap, wrapping around his cock and jiggling as it wrapped around them.

“Bingo! Gotcha, pardner! Lemme know whenever you get hard, okay?” Lula chimed.

“I uh… I am hard,” the shorter guy muttered.

“Oh! Sorry, lil fellah! Didn’t notice,” Lulabelle giggled innocently.

She bounced him in her arms, making him hump her cleavage. The clear precum oozed out over her tits whenever they bounced low enough, the big bimbo beaming happily as she jiggled them until they were clapping noisily around his wet cock.

“Ohhhhh god. Fuck yea,” the guy moaned as her huge jugs rubbed around him.

He clutched at her tits, trying to steady himself as his legs got weak. He was surprised to hear her moan as he squeezed around her nipples, feeling a warm stream of milk run out past her fingers. Her painted up eyes fluttered as her mouth dropped open, gawking dreamily rather than her ditzy smile.

“Oh-em-gee… that’s the stuff. Ooooh, milk me, darlin~!” she moaned blissfully.

The guest blushed but kept pinching and pulling at her nipples. She started giving higher and more lusty moans as he kept milking her tits. It soon became clear that the country airhead had her nipples hard-wired straight to her pussy. Her long legs crossed as she bit her lip, eyes rolling up towards her horns as he humped her jugs. The jiggling just made them bounce and pull back at her nipples, adding one more outside force teasing her horny tits.

“That… oh yea~! That’s it! Give it to me good, parrrrr-YEEEHAW~!”

Lulabelle shuddered all over, cumming in her shorts as her guest twisted and pulled on her nipples. She squirted a matching spray of milk into the shorter man’s hands as he returned the favor with cream of his own. A slick mess formed beneath them as her round boobs trailed his jizz into a pool of her cum and milk on the stage.

“She can get sort of carried away,” Kayla said in a joking apology.

She patted the country bimbo amazon on the back and she nearly tumbled over on her shaky legs. Kayla made sure to catch and steady her as she turned back to the favorite.

“Well if this were a contest, I’d have to say it’s a tie!” she announced theatrically.

“So everyone feel free to pick your favorites as we come around for your orders. Or if you’re here for the milk, don’t forget we have our personal flavors of milkshake on ice for your enjoyment as well. After all, I think you can all see there’s never any shortage of cream down here at Mooters~!”