Patron Reward: Pizza Thot's Golden Buffet (Patreon)

Another Pizza Thot reward fic as our returning customer Drake goes for as many girls as he can in one day. Trying to catch up on the month this weekend after a real busy start and holiday. This was a nice exercise in the open challenge to get as many sex scenes as I can into the usual reward short, and allowing sequels to keep building off the sexual marathon.

Drake had settled into his new job for just over a year. The company had sent him a grateful email and a yearly bonus, which was a nice enough gesture. A more pleasant surprise came shortly after in his personal email.

“Happy anniversary with Pizza Thot! Congrats on a full year of gold membership. As our way of thanking you, stop by anytime this month and redeem your Bottomless Booty Buffet. All the sex you can have for the price of one!”

That was all Drake needed to change his plans for the weekend. He knew the ins and outs of The Thot by now. He set his reservation over the app, selected his favorite girls for no particular order, checked in with the greeter, and was shown to the familiar VIP guest room on the top floor. It was set up like a minimalist but classy hotel room. He didn’t have to wait for long before Tips’ curvy silhouette blocked the door.

“Hey there, D! Happy Thotaversary! Gyahaha!”

Tips flashed Drake her fang-filled grin as she strutted inside. She was dressed in a tiny bikini top that failed to fully cover her nipples and a pair of shorts that fit her like a thong from how tightly they wedged up her ass cheeks. Her boobs, twintails, and just about everything else about her bounced around as she sat next to him on the bed. The big busty brunette always carried herself with the sexual aura of a fertility goddess, spreading erections wherever she went.

“Afternoon, Tips,” Drake greeted.

He promptly slid a hand behind her and grabbed her big pale booty. He gave it a squeeze, relishing the doughy softness. Tips gave an appreciative purr and wiggled her barely covered butt into his grasp.

“Hope you don’t mind if I get right to business. I’ve got the buffet pass, and I’m trying to set a personal record today.”

“You’re speakin’ my language! Besides, here at Pizza Thot, our business is your pleasure!”

Tips was happy to follow up on Drake’s initiative. She threw her arms around his neck and mashed her jugs against his chest. They ballooned up near his chin as she tackled him to the bed, pinning him beneath her sexy body. The honored guest matched her energy, hurrying to strip down underneath while Tips latched onto his mouth. Her thick tongue quickly slid between his lips, slurping and exploring him with a sloppy makeout session.

Drake finally ditched his pants, letting his hardon spring into action. It slapped against Tips’ crotch like it recognized her, rubbing over her hot and ready crotch through her mini shorts. The sexy waitress purred with excitement, vibrating her mouth against his tongue. She bit his lip teasingly, pricking it with her fangs and braces. Her hand strayed down between them, stroking his shaft lightly between her fingertips. Tips drew her mouth away from his with a hungry slurp, severing a string of saliva from between their lips.

“Ooh~! Somebody’s just as excited as I am for our little celebration,” she cooed.

She helped Drake finish taking off his shirt, tossing it aside. He returned the favor by pulling off her top, catching its middle with two fingers and tugging down so that her tits sprang out over the thin strip of fabric. The huge, freckled orbs raised and flopped down over his face, allowing him to get a big greedy mouthful of Tips’ flesh. His mouth watered over the juicy breast meat, biting around her areolas to urge her inverted nipples out of hiding for a good sucking.

The pizza amazon just giggled and squeezed her boobs together, squashing them both over his face until they were all he could see. In the freckled shadows of her cleavage, he could still feel her pinning body wriggling out of her shorts. His cock prodded at her neatly shaved pussy until she started to slide forward.

“I know you’re hungry for that anniversary cake,” Tips giggled, flashing him her sharp smile.

“You know it,” Drake grunted as he sat back against the headboard, grabbing her by the hips.

He pulled them back down towards himself, sliding his cock up between her cheeks. Tips mewled with excitement, pivoting around to sit in his lap facing away from him. Her pale and juicy ass plopped down, catching his cock between her cheeks. She winked over her shoulder as she gave it a spank, making her buns bounce on either side of his dick.

It was all the prompting he needed to thrust himself up her ass. Tips had come prepared, her ass already lubed up for him to slide right inside. He plowed in deep enough for his hips to clap against her thick cushion. She was a snug fit, but as the clap of his balls against her buns made her bowels tighten around him. She gave a happy hum as her asshole hugged his cock, subtly flexing to tug him deeper inside her.

He didn’t need to encourage Tips for her to start bouncing in place. Her big booty jiggled up and down as her hole jerked him off, milking him into quickly leaking precum. Drake reached around her to cup both of her breasts, squeezing them firmly and giving them rhythmic tugs to pull her

harder down with each of his thrusts. Their coordinated humping kept him pressing deep in her hot and hungry hole.

Drake grunted with effort. With his arousal peaking, he pulled on one of Tip’s twintails to bend her head over backward. Her eyes fluttered as her glasses fell right off her face from the rough tug, but she ignored them and opened wide for another thirsty kiss. Drake’s body tensed behind her as he stuffed himself as far as he could go into the waitress, spraying his seed up her juicy ass. Tips moaned and smiled, drooling over herself a little while her butt squeezed tight to keep his jizz inside her. She gyrated her hips, rubbing her soft booty over Drake’s cock and lap until her buns were overflowing on both sides.

“One hell of an appetizer,” Drake sighed as he finally let his body relax.

His dick was still plenty hard, clearly used to the location and expecting more than just a single session of heavy orgasms. Tips gave a few more light bounces of her butt, making sure she’d drained the full extent of his orgasm before she slid back off him.

“Awesome nut, my guy, but I gotta swap out! Best way to set that record, and you gotta get a clean plate each time you go to the buffet, right?”

Tips sat up and wiggled her hips for him, some of his jizz running down her thigh. She picked up her clothes, slinging them over her shoulder and picking up a tablet from the dresser.

“I’ll get your next girl comin’ so you can keep cummin’. GYAHAHA!”

Tips strode out of the room, not bothering to get dressed as she returned to the customers. She was only gone for a minute or so when Cash pushed the door open. The slim, punky girl was already topless, just wearing the tight black slacks of the Pizza Thot uniform. Her perky, pierced tits were in full view along with a variety of small tattoos chest and upper arms. Even topless, the blue-haired server was popping her gum and messing around on her phone.

“Sup, dude,” she greeted with a quick wave. “Happy annie, eh?”

“Always good to see you too, Cash. Up for something quick and casual?” Drake said with a smile.

Cash smirked back at him. She stepped up to the bed and took her gum out of her mouth, sticking it to the corner of the dresser.

“You’re speakin’ my language, D,” Cash chimed as she knelt in front of him.

She ran her hand under his balls, cradling his sac in her palm. She kept one hand free to keep tapping at her phone, glancing at it occasionally as she worked. She planted a few light kisses along its underside before licking fully up its length. She reached the top and fluidly wrapped her mouth around the head, quietly sucking and slurping as her tongue traced patterns around the tip. Drake palmed the back of her head, pushing her steadily deeper onto his cock.

Cash relaxed her jaw and shut her eyes, moaning as she let him move her head for her. She actually set her phone aside, tossing it onto the bed to give Drake her full attention. Her mouth squeezed around him while his hand roamed low to tease her hard, pierced nipples. Cash gave a short gasp before she needed to suck up her own drool, her saliva running over his cock as her mouth tightened with the fresh slurp. She drew her head back in a long run of her tight mouth and tongue over his dick before she popped back off him. She wiped some of her drool from her mouth and smacked her lips. She stroked her hand over his bulging hardon in the meantime, keeping Drake at his peak erection.

“Yep… tastes like Tips’ ass, alright. Fucked up that it’s a taste I can recognize,” she joked.

She licked her lips anyway and leaned in closer to Drake. She smirked as she cupped her tits together. They were fairly average sized, which made her relatively petite compared to a lot of the other thots, but they were still big enough to wrap around Drake’s cock. Her barbell-like studs clacked against each other as she started pumping her breasts up and down, titfucking her guest between her smooth skin. The edges of her piercings provided a faint tickle near the top of his prick. She lacked the curves and enthusiasm of Tips, but her casual and comfortable pace and gothy look always did it for Drake.

When she traced her tongue around the tip of his dick, lapping up the leaking precum, it was all he could take. Drake gratefully shot his load, splashing jizz over her face and tits. The cream splashed out over her pale skin, marking across the black ink of her tattoos. She gasped and caught some in her mouth, licking it up after a second thought.

“Not bad. You’re still good for more, right?” the brunette pried.

Drake breathed a satisfied sigh and nodded. Cash smirked again and gave him a pat on the leg.

“Hell yea. I’ll let ‘em know you’re ready for a refill.”

Cash updated the room’s tablet as she toweled herself off. She collected her things and wasn’t even done packing up when Boss stepped into the door. Drake had seen the half-pint manager plenty of times, but she was always a stunning sight. She had her arms folded over her nearly flat chest, dressed in a gold sling bikini with a thong back. The shortstack stepped in and gave Cash a quick swat on her ass.

“You slacking in here again?” Boss demanded curtly.

Cash didn’t even flinch from the light smack. She just kept texting on her phone.

“No way, Boss,” she reported back listlessly.

Boss cracked a smile and rolled her eyes.

“Obviously,” she said sarcastically.

Cash gave Drake a lazy wave goodbye and left the two of them alone. Boss turned her attention back to her customer and tugged on one of the straps to her sparkly swimsuit.

“Thought it felt fitting for one of our goldies,” the owner explained as she strutted up to him, hands planted on her childbearing hips.

“As long as it comes off easily, I’m all for it,” Drake agreed, leaning back in the bed to offer up his erection.

“And Tips says you’re going for a record. Always happy to see that kind of energy around here. Cuz with a few Sexlympians, you came to the right place.”

Boss hopped right on the bed, standing in front of him with her booty level on eye level with the sitting Drake. She bent over to thrust it right against his face, shaking her hips to jiggle her cheeks. They bounced around, lightly slapping the soft flesh against him back and forth. While she doubled over, she ran her hands over his cock to entice his erection back to its maximum girth.

“Wanna pull that bad boy out of the way for me? I think you’ll find it comes off plenty easy,” Boss invited.

Drake nodded, rubbing his face into her thick ass. He groped her cheeks and pulled aside the thin thong. He squeezed and bit at her meaty buns before tonguing her asshole, eating her out while she took his dick between her lips in return. She hummed and bobbed her head side to side, toggling his hardon around with her tongue before she finally slid forward. She went on all fours, raising her hips and arching her back to offer her warmed up ass.

Drake rose to the occasion and slid in behind her, stuffing himself between her cheeks. He hotdogged her buns briefly before lowering it enough to shove fully into her asshole. Boss groaned softly, making minor adjustments herself to keep them both at the most comfortable and exciting positions possible. She planted her knees and pumped herself back and forth, rocking in place to time her thrusts along with his. Their combined efforts shoved him balls deep into her bowels, pleasuring as much of them both as possible.

“Mmm, c’mon. Where’s that record breakin’ attitude?” she egged him on.

She’d clearly had far rougher sex, even with Drake himself. He picked up the pace, slapping Boss on one cheek as he kept pounding into her. His hands circled over her body, feeling up her breasts before gripping one of her hair buns. His other hand went between her legs, cupping and rubbing her pussy from underneath her. He pulled on them both, helping her throw that infamous ass back at him that much more intensely. For such a short woman, her ass was packed with enough thick padding that it truly felt bottomless. Boss panted and grunted as he gave her his all, their hips clapping together noisily. Even her bouncing butt cheeks clapped on their own as they kept rhythmically squeezing around his shaft.

The short manager was an expert who clearly knew what she was doing with that ass. She rocked it so it bounced rapidly against Drake’s lap, looking and feeling like one of the hottest things imaginable. Her asshole clenched and tugged on his erection tighter than any handjob, drawing him deep into her horny bowels. Drake was about to cum when he felt her body shudder. Boss moaned deeply as between his cock and fingers, her overstimulated clit throbbed and squirted an orgasm out beneath her. Her quaking body added the perfect vibration to push Drake over the edge, leaning into her hard enough that Boss went face down and ass up on the bed as he finished cumming inside her. The angle let his seed run deep up her ass, just to pull out and fire off a few aftershocks of jizz onto her presented ass.

“MMM… happy anniversary indeed,” Boss purred, relishing in their shared orgasm. She smirked over her shoulder at Drake.

“Tell me you’ve still got more in ya,” she pried.

“Plenty more where that came from. I’m just getting started,” Drake laughed.

“Perfect! Make the most out of your buffet while you can. And if we keep cycling in and out like this, we can keep this up all day.”

Boss got up and tapped the pad to summon another Thot to the celebration. She flashed him a knowing wink.

“Just pace yourself, alright? I wanna have enough left of you to circle back for another round.”