Patron Reward: Pizza Thot Buffet (Patreon)

A new patron's pick for a first time guest at Pizza Thot. I don't think I need to remind you by now, but for formality's sake it's based on https://twitter.com/acgats and their horny pizza restaurant that I wrote for on many occasions (official, commission and fan stuff). I gloss over a bunch of characters through the story as little nods, setting the scene before getting to the fucking, so I felt like dropping some random Thot ideas in there to fill in how the place has grown.

Drake waited for another Mytube video to load. Like most people, he checked out whenever that happened. It was an easy time to get a drink or check his phone while he ignored the ads that played before the actual video. To his surprise, one actually caught his attention.

“Great pizza! Great service! Great asses! Stop by Pizza Thot where the only thing hotter and tastier than the food are the servers!”

“What the hell’s a Pizza Thought?” Drake asked as he turned back to the computer.

He nearly choked on his drink to find his screen displaying two womens’ huge asses bouncing on either side of the screen. A busty brunette with freckles smiled for the camera as she squeezed her breasts together. A whole sausage stuck between them was suggestively rubbed around before it went shooting out from between her boobs. The look of surprise on her face indicated that might not have been a scripted occurrence.

“All this week we’re doing buffett style. All you can eat pizza and all the hot babes and studs you can stuff in you (or the other way around). Download the Thot Bubble app for details, coupons and more!”

A cartoon peacock with a pizza for their tail waved at the camera as the ad trailed off. Drake took a moment to take all this in. How could some tiny restaurant afford Mytube ads for a one-week promotion? Plus maintaining their own app and offering all you can eat sex and pizza, they must be pretty desperate to be making moves like this. He guessed it had something to do with supply and demand, but he couldn’t be sure. He had only turned 18 last month, which might explain why he was suddenly seeing these ads.

Drake was shocked when he looked the place up online. It had amazing reviews for both the food and the sexy staff. It was three-stories tall and had apparently been around for a couple years where it was practically a Queen’s Beach landmark among college students. There was no shortage of photos, both on social media and their app that had galleries of flirty pictures of the waitresses (and some spicier ones behind paywalls). Drake hadn’t realized what he was missing and hurried to reserve a table as fast as he could.

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The restaurant was even busier than he had expected. A broad man with a mean look to his eyes and a thick scarf despite the California heat carded him on the way in but once he was inside, he was hit by the appetizing scent of quality cooking for a place that advertised itself with big jiggling asses. He looked around at a variety of sexy servers dressed in the red shirts and black slacks that seemed to be their uniform, but they were simply delivering food and drink like any other restaurant.

“Hey there, honey.”

Drake found himself doing a double take at the greeter. A dark-skinned woman with clown makeup and puffy pink hair flashed him a pouty-lipped smile.

“We got a bit of a wait goin’ on. Table for one, hon?”

“Oh. I had a reservation for Drake. Made it last night?” he offered, trying to overcome his shock.

The pink-haired woman went skimming through a tablet.

“Sorry, but… are you a clown? Or is this part of a theme night or something?” Drake had to ask.

The greeter glanced up to flash him an almost pitying look.

“New guy, huh? Honey, they are gonna eat you alive in there. But don’t worry. You’re gonna love it.”

The woman thumbed her nose. It honked.

“We’ll be havin’ you on the second floor then. Right this way, hon.”

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The colorful woman led him to a small table, and it was clear that the second floor was where things got wild. People on the first floor got a bite to eat and a bit of flirty eye-candy. The higher up customers clearly got a lot more than that. Men and women of all sizes were in all states of undress. A tall and muscular woman sat on a shorter man’s lap, grinding his exposed cock between her powerful thighs. A customer blew a hung femboy while a short tan girl was rapidly fucekd on both ends bent over the table beside him.

“So you’ve got the buffet deal. A new server will come by every ten minutes and rotate around the room. What’s your preference, hon?” his curvy clown guide explained as she fiddled with her tablet.

“On the fuckin’, I mean. The infinite pizza’s plain or pepperoni.”

“Oh. Just the girls, please. Anyone who’s not…”

Drake pondered the words, but his guide smirked knowingly.

“A clown?”

“No! I just meant not too rough. I’m not looking for like…”

He jerked a thumb at the muscular girl he saw coming in. She currently had her guest in a headlock.

“Ah. Gotcha covered, honey. Enjoy your pizza and your pussy. If ya need anythin’ or got any questions, you can ask for Honey.”

Of course it was her name. He’d read something about how they use cute nicknames around the restaurant.

A pleasant chiming noise went off from the overhead speakers. The servers took a few seconds to wrap up what they were doing and check their phones. It apparently told them where to go next as they wove around each other, heading to another assigned table. Drake watched eagerly to see who would end up with him next.

“Tabllllle seven,” a droning voice noted.

A girl with short, dyed blue hair and a lazy punk look about her arrived at his table. She had her shirt tied up above her midriff and her lips smacked as she chewed on a piece of gum. She gave him a fairly expressionless look over.

“Sup? I’m Cash. I’m here for your thing.”

She waved her phone indicatively before stuffing it into her pants pocket.

“So what can I get for you?”

Drake thought he recognized her from some of the group photos on the app. Likely a veteran who was more than used to her duties around the restaurant.

“Well I’d love a blowjob, if that’s alright,” Drake offered.

“Whatever, dude.”

The slim goth shrugged like he’d asked her for a refill. She went to her knees beside him and unzipped his fly with a calm but practiced hand. She yanked down his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She guided it to her mouth, brushing her lips and tongue around the tip. Watching Cash work her magic mouth around his dick while still giving him such disinterested glances just seemed to add to Drake’s arousal. He felt an exciting rush from her dismissive love while still popping his shaft fully into her mouth.

Cash’s head bobbed monotonously, cupping Drake’s balls between her dark-nailed fingers. She curled and caressed them, keeping them massaged and pulsing in her warm palm. She dipped her head further down each time, slowly working herself down to the base of Drake’s dick. She rolled her tongue and guided it along her cheek before teasing its tip against the back of her throat.

Her casually hungry blowjob wasn’t what Drake was expecting but it was really hitting the spot. He just moaned and leaned back into the seat, giving her plenty of space to work on his cock. He found himself gripping the edge of his seat, unsure what else to do with his hands. Cash just took him by both hands, leading them with a harmless firmness. One she brought up to her chest, encouraging him to feel up what felt like a hard, pierced nipple. The other she led to her head, letting him bury his fingers into her short blue hair and letting his light weight press her head down deeper.

It left Drake shuddering as that finished him off. He gave a few jerky thrusts as he nutted into her mouth, the thick load of cream flooding her mouth. Cash’s cheeks shifted and closed around his cock, slurping up his frothing cum like it was a fleshy straw. It felt like she was sucking the cum right out of  his balls before sweeping her head back, giving a quick, wet pop as the vacuum-sealed lips released his wet cock. She swept a thumb across her lips to clean up a few drops of spit and cum from her lips. n

Cash slid her phone from her pocket and glanced down at it.

“Annnd that’s time,” she mused just before another chime went off overhead.

Drake had thought he imagined the noise with how his head was spinning in his post-nut haze. He didn’t even notice the pinkish glob on the head of his cock. Cash spotted it and leaned down, lapping it back up.

“Sorry. Almost forgot my gum,” she noted, popping it against her tongue.

“Enjoy your stay, I guess. Or don’t. No skin off my ass. Your next girl will be right over.”

Cash gave a small upward nod towards Drake before she strolled off. He found himself watching her tight ass sway as she walked away, and he was surprised to find another woman’s face slip into view in front of it. She was half the size of most of the other girls with short, light brown hair bound up in a pair of buns. She wasn’t as chesty as Cash but she was very bottomheavy, bearing some incredibly thick hips and thighs. She wore a slightly more professional white shirt and had a slightly stern expression but was nowhere as indifferent as the first server. She seemed a bit more approachable, but maybe it was because she was entirely pantsless. She was in nothing but her thong from the waist down.

“Hey there, bud. I’m Boss and I’ll be your next spicy dish. Any special orders I can help you with?”

She flashed Drake a knowing smirk. Clearly her smaller tits didn’t come with a lack of confidence. His eyes roamed over her body but lingered on that thick lower half of hers.

“Any specials you’d recommend?” Drake asked, half because he was still a little lightheaded from his orgasm.

“I got you covered,” Boss said with a wink.

She climbed right into Drake’s lap, happy to take the lead on this one. She leaned towards the table, making her ass stick out so that it rubbed up against his crotch. He moaned as he was physically reminded that he still had his dick out, grinding it between his stomach and her ass cheeks. The way it bounced and wobbled, subtly juggling his cock between them.

“Half the customers looking for me are looking for some Boss booty,” she noted proudly, smirking at him over her shoulder.

She could already see that Drake was melting at her lapdance. His dick twitched and let a clear trickle of precum run down her back and between her buns. She smiled wider as she lifted her hips, quickly peeling off her thong. She twirled it playfully around one finger as she sat back down, hotdogging his dick between her buns.

“I think it’s plain to see why we get so many return customers,” she boasted, lifting her thick ass up from his lap.

Boss bent over the table and tossed him what appeared to be a ketchup packet. The clear plastic on one side showed it was actually full of a clear lubricant in an amusing little pouch.

“Wanna rub me down real quick? Make sure you get it nice and deep in there too,” Boss requested, bending over far enough to offer up her ass.

“Gladly,” Drake sighed as he tore it open and spilled its thick, jelly-like contents over her round cheeks.

He relished the meaty handfuls of flesh, rubbing and massaging it all over her until her cheeks shone. He ran his thumb between her crack, even rubbing it over and into her asshole. Boss hummed in soft appreciation before she suddenly plopped her ass back down into his lap. Her lubed up ass swallowed up his cock with a single deep thrust, swallowed up with a wet squelching sound.

It was Drake’s turn to moan as she started bouncing her ass in firm, rapid pumps. The heavy ass for such a small woman hammered on his dick, the thick cheeks clapping whenever they connected with his lap. Her ass wasn’t just big; she knew exactly how to use it.

The slick asshole still clenched around his cock, smoothly milking it with every stroke. He wasn’t surprised when he found himself cumming again before the ten minutes were up. Boss’ bowels clenched as his creamy seed flooded her, oozing out to fill any crevices left around his cock.

“Feels like another satisfied customer to me,” Boss mused, gyrating her ass a little more to tug at his cock.

Drake was happy to let it rest inside her, building up another erection when the chime went off again. Boss wiggled herself off his dick and reclaimed her thong from the table. A bit of his cum ran out of her ass and down her thigh.

“Not bad at all. Now go have some fun with whoever you’ve got next.”

“GAHAHA! Now where’s that table seven again?” another voice cackled from somewhere across the restaurant. Boss rolled her eyes, looking slightly annoyed.

“Yup. You’ll have plenty of fun,” Boss muttered.

She walked off to her next customer when his new server arrived. She was very tall with some curly black hair hanging in twintails. She wore large glasses and wore a constant grin that showed off a set of sharp teeth. She had thick hips of her own and some massive tits bigger than Drake’s head. His cock found no trouble perking up as she raced over in just a thong. A mix of pizza sauce and countless other fluids were streaked on her pale, freckled skin.

“THERE you are! Just in time! I’m tryin’ to break my nightly record and I’m closing in! I’ve got a lot of anal so I could use a little extra sauce on my pizza pocket! GYAHAHA! Oh, and I’m Tips by the way!”

Tips pounced onto his lap, not even bothering to let Drake get a word in. He couldn’t have imagined anything he’d enjoy more anyway as she tugged aside the front of her thong, settling in on his cock. Her pussy was already soaking wet and swallowed him up with an audible wet squish. Drake moaned deeply, but Tips being seated facing him meant her big tits were mashed right into his face to muffle his noises.

“Oooh yea~! That really hits the spot! Scratches the ol’ Tips itch for sure,” Tips squealed excitedly.

She was surprisingly enthusiastic about her job (which was apparently riding her cock like a cowgirl possessed), especially after going through Cash and Boss. Tips couldn’t stop jiggling from top to bottom, even her pigtails bouncing around with her horny grinding. Drake was already spurting shots of precum to mix in with her pussy juice. Tips just hummed in pleasure, leaning in closer as she threw her arms around his shoulders. She hugged him between her sweaty tits, purring noisily as she angled her thrusts to keep his cock grinding against her clit.

The big brunette’s thighs clamped around his legs, pulling herself hard into him. Tips gave a long, happy squeal as she squirted over his lap, coating his dick and thighs in a messy wave of clear cum. She hugged Drake even tighter, making her big soft breasts mold around his face. The extra shot of wetness only made their humping go smoother than before, letting her ride him even rougher.

With a long, low moan of his own, shooting off inside Tips’ pussy. She gave a shrill, delighted giggle as their mixed cum overflowed from her pussy, gushing out in thick, pulsing waves. The cram poured out of her snug pussy as Tips finally tilted his face up from her cleavage, planting a big, deep kiss on his lips. Her long tongue rolled around in his mouth until the chime went off again.

“Mmm~! Thanks a bunch, buddy! Nothin’ like gettin’ paid to cum, am I right? GAHAHA! Hope to see you again!”

Tips eased her way off him and waved to the exhausted Drake. He slumped back into his seat as the big freckled butt went bouncing off for her next customer. Another waitress arrived in the usual uniform, a short and busty girl with dark skin who barely stood taller than the table. She seemed much shyer than the experienced ladies he’d just gone through.

“Hey, um… Oregano. I’m Oregano. I’m kind of new here. Did you want some uh… sex or dancing or…”

Drake was still slumped back in his seat. His brain cells finally seemed to find one another as he managed to shake his head, feeling like he’d just remembered how to blink.

“I could use a breather, actually. Can I get a coke and some pizza?” he muttered.

Oregano smiled and sighed in relief. She produced a small sign that she left on his table to tell the other girls he was effectively out of the loop.

“Happy to, sir! You’d be surprised how many people come for the sex and stay for the food,” she assured him as she wove between the other naked servers to head to the kitchen.

Drake was relieved to wait for the food to refuel before dipping back into the varied staff.