Patron Reward: Pizza Thot Buffet (The Boy Is Back In Town) (Patreon)

A returning patron to both the patreon and Pizza Thot! Technically part of a series but it's not required reading. Just recommended because it's much of the same sexiness. 

Writing Honey and Tips made me remember an old fic for Gats I did where they teamed up as party clowns. They're just a real fun duo because they're both quirky dopes who just wanna have fun in their own ways. Also still no reason why Honey wears clown makeup. I feel like it's those bits in One Piece where someone asks "Why is this guy 9 feet tall and spherical?" and Oda has a half-ass answer like "Because he ate lots of pears." She just does.

Drake had set his regular visits to Pizza Thot aside for a while now. He had been focusing on college and finally graduated from Queen’s Beach University. His degree had landed him a decent job, and that meant he had some steady income. He couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate than catching up at the sex restaurant.

He was glad to see the place was still busy. It wasn’t like blowjobs and pizza were going out of style any time soon. He went up to the front desk once he’d dug his gold membership card out of his wallet. He was delighted to see Tips standing there at the counter. The frizzy-haired hotty  hadn’t changed from the last time he saw her, unless she’d somehow gotten even bustier.

“Hey, Drake! Been a while!” Tips welcomed happily.

It took Drake a moment to realize she had remembered his name personally. It wasn’t written on his card and she hadn’t even scanned it yet.

“Hey. I’m surprised you remember me,” he admitted as Tips scanned his gold card.

“I remember lots of people!” she noted cheerily.

“So why wouldn’t I remember a gold member? So what can I getcha today?”

“I was thinking of a double order today,” Drake thought out loud.

“Ooh, two pizzas? Kind of a lotta cheese, isn’t it?”

“… I meant the sex, Tips. Like with two other people.”

“GYAHAHA! That makes a lot more sense!”

Drake smiled at the familiar He looked to the mounted screen where small portraits of the employees cycled past, serving as a menu for the fuckable staff themselves.

He recognized the unmistakable face of Honey listed among them. Poofy pink hair, clown facepaint and a round black nose made her stand out as the only goth clown on the staff (if not the entire city). He looked towards the restaurant itself where Honey was walking by, her tight black pants and top tied up under her breasts making her thick curves bounce like bowlfuls of jelly.

“How about you and Honey for some private time?”

“Sounds great!” Tips enthusiastically agreed, typing away at her tablet.

Drake saw Honey get the ping as she checked her own device. She looked at the front desk and winked a painted eye at him knowingly. Tips set down her tablet with a satisfied and shark-toothed smile.

“Alrighty! You’re all set! Hey, Meatballs! Cover the front desk for a while, kay!?”

—-

Drake was happy to follow the girls. The two thickly bouncing booties in front of him were a siren call filling him with dirty thoughts. They took him to the top floor where the more exclusive, raunchy and specific sexiness went down. He mostly just used their private booths up there so he hadn’t seen much of the specialty items and bigger events that went on. He’d gotten alerts about bondage nights and all you could eat ass buffets before he’d needed to mute them to focus on his studies.

“Come on in, hon,” Honey welcomed.

The VIP rooms were just like he remembered them. Neat and tidy little living spaces like a small but classy hotel room. A spacious bed was set up next to a dresser thay was subtly stocked with all the lube, sex toys and towels one could need inside the soundproofed room.

Honey entered right after Tips, swinging her hips to clap her thick buns against her coworker’s. The professional flirts had clearly picked up on him staring at their asses on the way up the stairs and were all but rubbing it in his face.

“So you want us to rub ‘em in your face or what?” Tips asked him bluntly.

“Not wastin’ any time at all, eh, honey?” Honey chuckled, dropping her verbal tic of a pet name once again.

“You read my mind, really,” Drake admitted with a smile.

The two extra thicc thots made it hard for him to think of anything but their butts (except for maybe their similarly massive tits). Honey smirked with her pouty lips as she gestured towards the bed and Drake gladly sat down on the edge. The girls knew what they were doing and clearly knew what he wanted. He really had missed this place.

The ladies started to wiggle out of their pants, taking their time as their big hips swayed along with the jiggle-inducing tugs. They stripped the pants off to leave just their thongs on below the belt. Tips wore a dark blue one while Honey’s had a colorful polka dot pattern over her pussy.

“Greedy boy. Couldn’t have just one, could ya, hon?”

Honey folded her arms up behind her head, giving Drake a clear view of her curvy clown body. The makeup was clearly just around her face, leaving her naturally dark skin exposed on the rest of her. Tips skipped over to Drake and twirled around on one foot before thrusting her butt back into his face. The pale and freckled cheeks were a welcome feeling as he buried his fingers into the waitress’ buns.

“Well don’t go hoggin’ him all to yourself now, hon,” Honey scolded playfully.

She strolled over to Drake’s other side, just to swing her hips to the side. Her booty slapped against his cheek, smushing his face further into Tips’ butt and trapping him between them. The girls bumped their booties against each other until Drake couldn’t see much else beyond their meaty, contrasting cheeks in his face.

“You must be feelin’ like a hamburger between all those buns! Gyahaha!” Tips cackled.

“Hon, between these earmuffs and all the booty on his mind, I don’t think he can year you,” Honey chuckled back at her.

Drake just moaned appreciatively as they ground their booties in his face. He pawed at their meaty asses and kissed their cheeks before his hands roamed over their thighs and groins. The ladies hummed and giggled at the returned attention that had left him such a well-known guest before his break.

“Alright, that’s enough teasin’,” Honey decided.

The girls backed away to give Drake some fresh air. Tips climbed onto the bed and went on her knees, bending over to offer up her big freckled butt. The thin thong barely covered her asshole as she smiled over her shoulder at the hungrily staring customer. Honey made it even more appetizing as she straddled Tips’ back, plopping her extra wide buns on top of her like a double decker booty sandwich.

“So here’s your menu, hon. Whatcha cravin’ first?”

Drake’s cock was hard enough that it was starting to ache, so he quickly stripped down. His hardon popped out just as eager as he was to spend more time with the ladies. Each time one wiggled their hips, they both wobbled around temptingly.

“They’re both too good to decide,” Drake confessed, cupping one of each server’s ass cheeks in his hands.

He moved up to his knees, rubbing his shaft between all four of their plump cheeks. It slid between the tightly packed buns, brushing past their enticing cracks.

“Sounds like somebody’s ordering the hotdog~!” Tips giggled.

Honey picked up on her playful cue and they both rose up. The thicc clowngirl pressed her hands firmly but harmlessly against Drake’s chest until he let himself fall to his back. His hardon kept pointing straight up as the girls surrounded him again, this time centered around his shaft.

Tips and Honey started bumping their buns together, clapping them softly with his cock caught in the middle. Drake moaned and gripped the bedsheets as the steady jiggling tickled his shaft before coming back in for more. Tips reached back to catch Honey, hooking their arms together to hold them both as tightly together as they could. Their gently rising and grinding butts massaged his cock between their cheeks. Drake felt like his dick was stuck inside a warm waterbed, moaning as he ran his hands over their thighs.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Drake sighed as he lightly thrust between their booties.

His instinct was to hump as he felt this good but he also didn’t want to interrupt what they were doing to him. The girls smiled confidently.

“Don’t need a dick to see that,” Tips snickered.

“And we’re still just gettin’ warmed up. Ready to turn up the heat, hon?”

“Oh yea,” Drake confirmed.

“Oh yea!” Tips agreed simultaneously.

“I meant the other hon, hon… nevermind,” Honey sighed.

So long as they were all onboard, Honey flexed her legs and broke into an all-out twerk. Tips was right behind her, sending their thick booties shaking like they were in an earthquake as they went grinding all over Drake’s dick. He let out a husky grunt as he thrust up between them, giving them access to as much of his member as they wanted. Their combined asses ate it up, rubbing it down with warm flesh faster than his mind could process. He was wound up tight and already leaking precum, so when they set their booting bouncing on high he couldn’t last for long. His pent up load fired off in a few thick bursts, plopping back down atop their ass cheeks. The warm cream ran down their curves, tracing an outline along their squeezable booties.

“Aww! It missed us,” Tips giggled, flashing her sharp grin.

“I think it hit us plenty,” Honey joked right back.

She winked towards Drake while pinching her clown nose, making it give a high-pitched honk. She sat up and turned towards Tips’ back, helping pull off her thong. She leaned in close and met Drake’s eye as she ran her tongue along the pale freckled ass, gladly licking up the cum he’d left plastered over her backside. She gave it as much of a tongue bath as she could, putting on a show that kept Drake’s pulsing dick hard and ready. Honey patted Tips’ ass approvingly before the spectacled girl bumped her butt back against her face, honking her nose with one of her cheeks.

Tips returned the favor, taking Honey by the hips and turning her around. Tips greedily lapped up Drake’s cum, licking and sucking it up before yanking down Honey’s thong. She ran her tongue deep into her crack, rolling it around as she lingered inside. Honey moaned and braced her hands against the wall as she let Tips eagerly eat her ass.

“Mmmm, easy back there, hon. Let’s leave some room for seconds,” Honey cooed, catching Drake’s eye once again.

Drake laid back as the girls returned their attention to him. Tips went to all fours in between his legs, licking and deeply sucking on his shaft. At first it seemed like she was just cleaning up the cum he’d dripped over himself, but she was actually lubing him up. She popped her lips off his dick and squatted over Drake’s lap, lowering her big pale butt onto his erection. She gave a mix of a squeal with a moan as her thick ass easily swallowed up his cock, starting to bounce firmly up and down. Her cheeks kept clapping as she’d stop herself just short of his lap, letting her meaty cheeks connect with each other.

Honey spent that time crawling up to Drake’s head, lifting it up just enough to rest on her bare thighs. The chocolate-colored flesh pillows let him focus on the view of Tips slobbering over his cock before she started riding it.

“Can’t let her have all the fun. Right, hon?” Honey cooed.

She shifted her weight forward, lowering Drake so her hips loomed over his head. The eclipsing ass took up his entire vision, barely able to see the extra thick clown’s smirk looking down at him beyond it.

“What kinda clown doesn’t bring a cake to the party?”

With that, Drake’s face was covered by her dropping booty. She wiggled her hips to grind her ass and pussy against him, humming to herself as she got comfortable. She’d clearly sat on her share of faces, knowing just where to place herself so that she left Drake room to breathe while still pinning him with her weight. All he had to do was open his mouth for his tongue to roll out and meet her asshole, starting to lick it with increasing enthusiasm.

Drake let himself become buried in booty. Honey moaned and humped back against his face while Tips rode his cock. Her asshole clapped and clenched tightly around his erection, almost jerking it off with her greedy bowels. Drake just gave in to the pleasure, pressing his tongue as deep as he could go while thrusting in time with Tips’ bouncing buns. Their horny moans finally started to drown out the sound of clapping cheeks as they adjusted their angles to make the most of his pinned attention.

With one particularly deep lick, Honey broke into a long, quivering cry. Her thighs clenched together as she gushed a quick burst of her clear, creamy cum onto Drake’s face. He was almost surprised it wasn’t seltzer water from how hard she squirted on him. He lapped it up from her taints to ass in a mindlessly worshiping gesture before he emptied his balls up Tips’ ass. Honey’s orgasm caused a chain reaction as his hot seed filled Tips up and the surge of wet heat against the back of her clit made her squeal with delight. She leaned forward, arching her back as her hips bucked rapidly, riding him into her own gushing orgasm that splashed over his lap.

The girls relaxed and let their weight sag into him. Tips rode him with a few more light thrusts, grinding through the echoes of her orgasm before she slid the rest of the way off him.

“Phew! Guess you weren’t the only one that was gettin’ backed up! I don’t think I’ve cum in like… a couple hours!” Tips noted cheerily.

“Poor girl,” Honey said, rolling her eyes just for Drake to see.

The curvy clown ruffled his hair as a timer gently beeped nearby, indicating their session was over. Honey slid off the bed and onto her shaky legs to grab each of them a towel. She tossed one over Drake’s lap, making him wince as his still tender cock overreacted.

“Hope this was a warm enough welcome back, hon.”