Patron Reward: Pizza Thot Gold Member (Patreon)

A continuation off a past story of Drake moving his membership up the ranks. He finally gets to "gold member" at Pizza Thot and reaps the rewards with a foursome between him and his favorite servers. 

Drake couldn’t be happier. With the manager’s official approval, he had a certified gold membership at PIzza Thot. There were a lot of little rewards for being such a valued customer (free drinks, free access to the arcade, early invitations/alerts to special events), but it just felt good to be that important at a place as popular as that. He still had to save up between trips but the members discount and the VIP booking options made it much easier for him to arrange.

He would have struggled to find a spot when Cash, Milk and Boss were all available for a private session, but the pass made it a breeze. A quick reservation a week ahead of time was all it took to secure his spot with three of the hottest girls he knew.

When he arrived at the kinky restaurant, a slim girl with a shaved head and tattoos led him right upstairs. He found himself in the familiar guest room reserved for such private visits. It had that subtly sweet scent that was used to cover up the smell of almost constant sex. This time, he was given one of the suites. It was roomier and with a bigger bed. Some heavily suggestive artwork was set around the room and a decorative bowl held assorted condoms, sex toys and lube.

His hostesses arrived shortly after he did. The three ladies were in dark red bathrobes, preserving their inevitable nudity behind the portable curtains. They were just open enough to tease at the promise of their flesh while containing it for their honored guest.

“How nice to see you again,” Boss chimed, laying the charm on thick.

“Hey, dude. Welcome to the big leagues,” Cash said as she popped her gum.

“Great to have ya back,” Milk greeted cheerily l, pairing her welcome with a big hug.

Even through the robe, her strong but soft build was impossible not to notice. She stepped back to be near the rest of the girls before they all slid off their robes. Each of them wore nothing but some dark red thongs that barely covered their pussies. They tossed the robes aside, calmly shifting their hips or caressing their curves like they were in an unspoken competition to grab the most of his attention. Between Boss’ pear-shaped shortstack figure, Milk’s massive BBW bod, and Cash’s goth medley of piercings, tats and hair dye, Drake was glad he’d ordered all three rather than force himself to choose.

“Feelin’ worth it about now?” Boss asked as the girls closed in on Drake.

“Worth every second,” he sighed as they joined him on the bed.

Cash and Milk settled on either side, pressing their topless bodies against him. Milk’s bigger pair molded around his arm while Cash’s pierced nipples rubbed cooly against his skin. Boss just sat right in Drake's lap, planting her thick, thong-consuming booty where it rubbed right against his erection.

“You’re looking pretty hot there, sweetie. You need something to drink?”

Milkbar’s offer came with her cupping and lifting up one of her big brown breasts. She kissed one of her own nipples invitingly.

“Dying for one!” Drake sighed.

Milk gently turned him around to face her before she shoved her tits in his face. Drake opened wide and took in as much titty as he could fit. She always had more to spare as he sucked and licked her nipples, drawing out the first drops of her sweet milk.

Boss and Cash let him busy himself with Milk’s boobs while they gathered around his legs. They led a coordinated attack on his pants, undoing his belt and undressing him until they had full access to his cock. The slimmer girls started planting light nuzzles and kisses around Drake’s excited shaft which twitched in response. The kisses upgraded to licks as their tongues stroked along its length, bumping it gently between their faces.

When Drake started humping needily between their mouths, they descended on his cock properly. Boss went right for the head, popping it into her mouth and bobbing in place to slowly take in more and more of the tip. Cash maneuvered her head just below her manager’s, firmly sucking around where Drake’s cock met his balls.

“They’re good, aren’t they?” Milk cooed to him.

She cupped her breasts, making them wobble gently against his face. The soft mounds of flesh patted lightly against themselves as if cuing Drake to nod along. He happily did so.

“Dude’s got us all over his dick. He’d agree to anything right now,” Cash chuckled between her crotch-based kisses.

She angled herself to catch one of his balls in her mouth, sucking audibly on it with gentle wet slurps. She moaned and tightened her lips around them as if trying to drain the cum straight through them. Drake took a few heavy breaths as he gripped Milkbar’s breasts tighter, not that she seemed to mind in the slightest. He shuddered and shot his load past Boss’ lips, coating her throat with a hot, creamy mouthful. She drank it down with a hungry efficiency. Drake felt a warm trickle run down the front of his cock as a mix of cum and drool slipped loose. Cash just as readily licked up the leftovers, stroking Drake’s cock as it went to encourage every last drop out of him.

Drake sighed as he slumped into Milk’s cleavage, resting in the chubby woman’s softness for a moment. Between his visits and his own personal “training,” he was glad he had built himself up to keep going through several orgasms.

“Glad you liked the warmup,” Milk purred as the ladies started to slide back away from him to regroup.

“Of course, that’s just the warmup,” Cash added.

She cracked her neck before she crawled up to Drake on all fours. She kissed him lightly on the lips, teasing him right back into a raging erection before she climbed into his lap. The blue-haired goth wrapped her arms around his neck, smirking coyly as she met his gaze. Cash planted her knees on either side of his, which helped her start to grind rhythmically against his crotch.

“Ready for the real deal, tiger?” she all but challenged her guest.

“Hell yes,” Drake sighed, starting to grind his hips back at her.

They quickly found their rhythm and met somewhere in the middle. The long and slow strokes of her hips rubbed her thong-covered mound against his dick, still damp from her recent oral. Drake could smell his musk on her breath as she started to moan softly, peeling her thong aside. Her bared pussy acted as an open invitation as Drake adjusted his thrust, pushing his cock upward and inward.

Cash bit her lip and let out a low grunt as he stuffed himself into her pussy. Her hands squeezed a bit tighter behind him, lightly digging her fingernails into his back. The light sting spurred him on to thrust harder, feeling the subtle tease of her vaginal piercing against his shaft. Drake reached around her middle, squeezing her tight ass to pull her in time with his humping. Her long, smooth rolls of her hips rode his cock perfectly as she started breathing heavier. She pressed her lips into his, and her tongue followed suit as she reached the peak of her wild ride.

Drake finished inside her, grunting as his semen filled her up. Her legs squeezed around his tightly, holding him deep inside her. The punky server shuddered herself as she came, letting a wet warmth wash over Drake’s dick.

“Damn… good shit, man,” Cash sighed.

She slowly peeled herself off his lap, sitting back on the bed. Milk and Boss had been watching and waiting, and as Milk went to help Cash clean up, Boss moved in on Drake. He saw the big cowgirl lower her face between Cash’s legs before the short manager demanded his attention. Boss moved to her knees, sliding out of her thong and planting her ass right on his lap. She packed a ridiculously big and juicy ass for somebody who was small everywhere else.

“You ordered the three pack, so I’m not gonna leave you waiting,” Boss mused as she scooted further back into Drake’s lap.

Her thick ass pushed against his cock, trapping it between her cheeks and his stomach. Boss gave him a calm glance over her shoulder. She casually wiggled her hips, bobbing her cheeks  like she was a cat getting settled into her favorite spot. That, of course, left his dick being hotdogged between her buns. Drake just leaned back and enjoyed it at first, letting Boss bounce around as she pleased. The cheeks bounced around too temptingly, and he soon caved. He brought a hand clapping against one of her cheeks. The spank barely budged her meaty ass.

“Don’t be shy now. Gotta have a matching set, dontcha?”

Boss encouraged him to continue as she leaned forward. Drake gladly took the invitation and slapped her other ass cheek a bit harder. The tight but big booty wobbled slightly but no more than her intentional bouncing.

While she was already leaning forward, Boss pressed her weight into her knees and started rapidly, lightly bouncing on them. She kicked her bootylicious lapdance up a notch as her cheeks bobbed faster, breaking into an all out twerk on his cock. Her buns clapped together in a pleasant little shockwave against his dick, briefly grinding it in deeper before they went into another cycle of fluid motion.

Drake returned to just sitting back and letting Boss work her magic. He didn’t dare interrupt her flow as she expertly worked her ass up against his dick. She did all the heavy lifting for him as she ground up against him, her ass slapping and rubbing him down. All while Cash slowly writhed at the mercy of Milk’s cunnilingus like an extra bonus show.

Drake got lost in the miniature tidal wave of booty until he surrendered to it. He gave a few hard pumps of his hips, grinding between Boss’ buns until his cum shot onto her lower back. The thick cream trickled over her crack and cheeks like his own personalized tramp stamp (if they looked like a cummy rorschach test).

“Piece of cake,” Boss chuckled.

She reached behind her back and rubbed some of Drake’s cum into her ass cheeks.

“Yea… and that’s one big cake,” Drake agreed.

He caught his breath as he gripped and squeezed a big handful of Boss’ booty. She just chuckled and shook her ass in his hand, waiting for his grip to ease up before she sat back up. Milkbar got up to her knees, licking her lips as she shuffled in front of Drake. She didn’t mount him like the others did, choosing to slide down on all fours in front of him instead. Her wide load of a butt, thick thighs and tits so big that Drake could see their edges even when she faced away from him were all presented to him at once. Even after three orgasms, he couldn’t have been more thrilled.

“Ready to saddle up, cowboy?” Milk offered, letting a hint of an accent slip into her teasing little line.

Drake couldn’t be bothered with finding the words to agree with her. He threw himself on her, mounting the big beauty and grinding against her hips. He let his probing cock explore her plump thighs and teased across her pussy before it settled on her meaty ass. Drake fondled the generous handfuls of flesh before easing them apart. The semisolid head bumped against her asshole, making sure she was alright with it before he thrust inside her bowels.

The big brown cheeks clapped shut around him like they were trying to trap him inside Milk’s booty. Between all the cum and drool left over on his shaft, it was surprisingly well lubricated. Milk’s slowly bumping hips and Drake’s passionate thrusts were plenty to keep it pumping in and out of her. The brunette hummed graciously with every exhale, her various curves clapping together as an echo of his every thrust.

“Ooh, that’s it… mmmmoo, baby,” Milk gasped softly.

Drake kept pounding away at her ass and the beefy girl clearly had no problem taking it. His hands roamed over her body, riding the curve of her hips before reaching further and groping her hefty breasts. A warm trickle of milk passed his fingers every now and then when she seemed especially in the mood.

The other girls were clearly eager to join back in. Boss crawled up to meet Drake, caressing her hand across Milk’s body as she went. She had to lean up to reach him as she kissed him firmly on the mouth, forcing him to split his attention further. Drake his his eyes and opened his mouth, meeting Boss’ lips and tongue to bridge what little space there was between them. He ran a hand over her petite chest, playing with her tiny breasts while he continued to slam against Milk’s booty. His balls slapped against her thick curves as she kept moaning and mooing softly in front of him.

Cash saw to that as she went to Milk’s front half. She ran her hands over the big brunette’s chest, stroking Drake’s hands along with them. She bent over and kissed Milk deeply, clearly making an exaggerated show of it. She let her tongue roll out past her mouth and smear over her gawking lips and face. It seemed to tease and excite her in equal measure as she started breathing heavier and thrusting harder back into Drake’s cock.

Milk trembled with a guttural noise that shifted between mooing and mewling. She came hard, shaking as she squirted over the roomy bed. Her heavy hips slammed rapidly against Drake in her horny frenzy, jerking his dick with her clenching asshole. The excessively erotic sight pushed him over the edge as the pressure finally released from his cock and balls, pouring all of the hot building into Milk’s ass. Her big bottom swallowed up all the jizz it could, flooding her ass with his warm juices until some squished out past his tightly gripped dick. He moaned and leaned against the stocky girl before he eased his way back out with a soft, wet squish. The girls let him flop back onto the bed, his dick giving a final, exhausted squirt as he was forced to let himself recover.

“So? How you like the gold member treatment?” Boss asked with a knowing smirk on her face.

“It’s good to be the king,” Drake laughed wearily.

The horny servers chuckled for a moment before the door was kicked in. There was Tips, wearing a clingy bunnygirl corset and balancing a tray of glasses on one hand.

“Hey there, gold members! Anybody need one of those free drinks?!” she offered excitedly.

“Tips, I know you have tables to work,” Boss warned with a harmless scowl.

“But whatya say, buddy?”

Drake glanced up at the clock. He didn’t have much longer left on his visit, which was fine with his exhausted body, but he was definitely going to need to get some of his fluids back if he was walking out of the restaurant on his won two feet.

“I could definitely use a refuel right here,” he said, weakly raising an arm for Tips to bolster him.

The tall freckled girl trotted over and passed him an icy cold water that felt like a glass of heaven right about now.

“While I’m here, didja want to reschedule your next visit?” she offered.

Drake took a few deep gulps of water, but he nodded vigorously. He had put all this time, effort and money into getting his gold member status. It was all he ever hoped for, and he was damn well going to use it.