Patron Reward: Pizza Thot; Last Bite of the Buffet (Patreon)

A bit of semi-closure for the Golden Buffet storyline for Pizza Thot. A last minute mix of the favorites closes out the sex marathon for Drake for the time being. Also got to bring in PB, who's always an underappreciated treat. 

Drake had cum more times that day than he ever had at once. He had gone a whole week without orgasming this many times, but the girls of Pizza Thot were an inspiration in terms of finding reasons to keep going with his sexual buffet. They certainly didn’t seem to mind the sheer amount of booty he was going through with his VIP ticket.

“You’ve been getting a lot of use out of this ass, you know!” Boss reminded him teasingly.

The latest inspiration for Drake’s erection pressed her hands gently but firmly into his stomach, urging him to sit back in one of the solid chairs set up in his private room. She had led him over for a change of pace, having been in the same bed with a slew of servers. He sat back down, his pants still down and cock still up and waiting for more. Boss was in a tiny bikini top with the logo on one of the breasts and an even smaller g-string that highlighted more than it covered her ass and privates.

The shortstack manager planted a foot on the edge of the chair and turned away from Drake, raising her ass up near his face. She gave one cheek a smack, setting the rest of it off in a fit of jiggles.

“Why don’t you make it up to it with a little kiss?” Boss teased.

Drake was immediately convinced, leaning in and planting a firm kiss on one cheek. He groped the other one before giving it a smooch to match, adding a tempted nibble in its wake. He cupped both buns, pressing them apart for a long, warm lick up her asshole. Boss moaned deeply as he went between her crack. She pushed her hips back to trap his face between her buns, grinding on him to let him dig deeper into her hole. Clenching around his tongue, she withdrew from his face to sit on his lap instead. The center of her g-string was already slung over one cheek, so she barely had to move her hips to hotdog Drake’s cock between her cheeks. They shared a deep, satisfied sigh as she eased his dick inside her spit-slicked asshole. Drake had been in there enough times today that they felt pleasantly familiar together, her ass cheeks squashing out over his thighs as she sat on him. His dick pulsed in her ass and her insides clenched back in a small echo of the gesture.

“Can’t help but keep comin’ back for more, eh?” Boss teased as she bounced her weight off the ground with her toes.

It made her ass bob up and down while the densely soft cheeks bounced around in front of him. She wiggled her hips in a small gyrating dance, her clenching asshole tugging his cock around after her. Her buns twerked up and down, shifting one after the other as Drake slowly pumped inside her, providing a steady rhythm for her to ride on without interrupting her.

“Tell me,” Drake moaned as he rubbed over her cheeks, just to watch them flow and flop back into place when he let go.

“How many times a day do you hear about somebody else’s boss being this anal?”

Boss snorted a short, high laugh. Drake tensed up and had to squeeze around her waist at the surprising shiver of pleasure that sent through his cock from having her whole body twitch like that. It squeezed out a trickle of precum on the spot.

“Oh, like you wouldn’t believe. You base your restaurant off a pun and suddenly everyone’s a comedian,” Boss sighed.

She shifted gears as she upped her game, leaning further onto her feet as they danged off Drake’s lap. She raised her hips enough that Drake could see her anus pinched around the base of his cockhead, just to bring them slamming back down. Her ass swallowed his dick back up, followed by a husky grunt from them both as he was fully sheathed inside her. Her booty wobbled to a stop, rubbing up against his balls in the process. She kept up a slow but steady bounce, bringing her thick force of nature of an ass rising and falling on his cock. Drake grunted with each hard thrust, pumping up to meet her and pressing firmly against the back of her g-spot.

“Ooh yea… not every guy can handle an ass like that,” Boss purred as she kept up her hard-thumping lapdance.

Drake reached around her, rubbing over her small but tender tits. Boss bit her lip and sat back against him, rapidly jiggling her hips in place after her last landing. Drake breathed heavily in her ear as he started to reach his peak from the vibrating ass consuming his cock.

Her horny guest pinched and pulled at one of her hard nipples before he gripped one of her famous hair buns. Drake tipped her head back enough to kiss her on the mouth, firing off a muffled moan down her throat as he finished inside her. The VIP’s sticky seed shot deep up her ass, tickling her insides with the hot mess. Her bowels tightened, catching most of his jizz inside her while a few white globs oozed out of her asshole, assuring him that she’d received his latest deposit. Boss shivered with delight, enough that her head pulled away from Drake’s grip enough to make one of her hair buns tumble down in a thick, curly strand.

“Mm… not a lot who can go through this many girls and keep it coming, either,” she noted.

Drake gave her booty a smack, letting his hand linger and squeezing one of Boss’ cheeks to let his fingers dig into the softness.

“Keep ‘em coming,” he said, taking a few steadying deep breaths.

Boss raised an eyebrow with a smirk and slid off his lap. Her wiggling ass gave his dick a few parting tugs along the way.

“If you say so. Are we talking ‘party all day long’ keep ‘em comin’, or am I paying overtime on this one?”

“I got a few more in me,” Drake assured her.

“You got it, chief. Comin’ right up.”

Boss updated something on the tablet she’d left on the dresser. Cash entered a few seconds later, tossing her phone onto the dresser. She was already topless, her pierced tits on display with a snug pair of black panties with a skull on the crotch around her hips.

“I got next shift covered,” Cash noted as she strode towards the bed.

“What? Were you freakin’ lurking out there?” Boss asked as she redid her hair buns.

“Just getting a head start on my break,” Cash excused.

“Whatever. Tag in,” the miniature manager said with a nod towards their guest.

Boss left the room, leaving Cash and Drake alone. Cash gave him a smirk as she chewed on her gum.

“I got to talking with Milk while I was out there and got me thinking about what we were up to with her. Thought I’d give it another go.”

The thin goth climbed into bed, planting herself on all fours. The black silky underwear hugged her perky ass even tighter.

“So your order’s up, dude,” Cash offered, patting one of her ass cheeks.

Drake gladly moved in behind her, sliding her panties down her hips and around her knees. He cupped her ass, running his palms down to trace the curves down between her juicy thighs. He rubbed lightly over Cash’s pussy, finding her cleaned up from last time but still wet with arousal. The punky waitress shivered with excitement, and Drake’s pulsing erection did much of the same.

He took Cash by the hips and nuzzled his cockhead against her asshole. It twitched briefly before loosening up, allowing him to ease his way inside. Cash gave a husky groan as his hardon pushed firmly through her tight ass, relaxing just enough to let him go even deeper. Cash bit her lip as she shuddered with arousal, making her bowels clutch around Drake’s cock.

“Oh fuck… that’s the spot,” she gasped as she started to rock back and forth on her knees.

Her ass flexed and pulled on Drake’s dick as he kept thrusting into her. Cash knew just how to move to match his humping, keeping him progressively more aroused while rubbing right around her sweet spot. Her mouth gawked open in a long, low moan as his manhood rubbed against the back of her clit. Drake let himself pump harder and faster, keeping the arousal coming harder and faster as well.

His dick pulsed inside the blue-haired girl until Cash could feel its every vein at work, and after a few minutes the horny goth broke into a passionate wail. Her whole body clenched, squeezing Drake’s dick as she came from the anal arousal. Her arms gave out as she dropped forward, face down and ass up as she trembled and leaked her cum down her thighs. The sexy sights and sounds made Drake give her a few more hard thrusts, her peaking lust letting him get a bit rougher with her in the throes of passion. By the time she was cooling off from her orgasm, Drake pumped a fresh load of jizz into her ass. Her cheeks clenched and tightened her asshole around the base of his cock, milking his shaft deep inside her.

Cash breathed out a long sigh before she reached out. She took and drank some of Drake’s soda without asking and without taking his cock out of her ass.

“Mm! Knew I could count on you for that in a tight spot,” Cash mused.

“Very tight,” Drake agreed as he slid back out of her.

He was working up a sweat by now, quietly admitting to himself that he was finally near his limit. Cash got back up, a little unsteady as she went back to the tablet. She checked a few things before waving back at Drake.

“Frankly, you’re running a few of us ragged, so we got you a fresh piece of ass. I thought you could use something a little spicier so I’m calling in PB.”

Drake was surprised by the suggestion. He had never found his way to sleeping with her. PB (pr Peabea, depending who you asked) was a bit of a mystery and a wild card at Pizza Thot. The quiet woman worked strange hours and spent some of her hours in a mascot costume, so it was hard to get a read on her. She was still plenty sexy from her pictures (even if her face was out of frame in half of them, for some reason).

“Sounds great. Send her my way,” Drake happily agreed.

He caught his breath and took a drink before PB let herself into his room. She had an hourglass figure and smooth, tan-colored skin, dressed in a Pizza Thot tank top and some thigh-high pink stockings. She was otherwise bottomless, her thick ass and smoothly shaved pussy exposed and up for the taking. She gave him a blank glance and a brief wave, barely reacting in the slightest despite her sexy attire and the bright purple makeup. She had her black hair in a ponytail with large purple spot dyed into its tip to match her eyebrows

“Hey,” she greeted him casually as she went over to the bed.

PB bent over it, leaning her upper body on the bedspread. She raised her hips, shaking her bare ass back and forth in a wordless invitation. Her arms folded in front of her, loosely cradling her round boobs. They weren’t as big as Tips or Milk’s, but they were big enough to plump up and overflow past her arms.

“Right to business. I’m down for that,” Drake responded.

He sat up and got behind her and cupped her ass. It was full and firm, likely from riding around as one of their best delivery girls. Drake always liked to leave a good impression with the ladies of the restaurant, so he kneaded and spread out her cheeks. He leaned in and slid his tongue up her asshole, licking the intimate crevice. He buried his face between her buns, tonguing deeper into her to warm and wet her hole. He let his hands roam over her lower half, rubbing up her thighs and lightly fingering her pussy as he focused on the cute birthmark on her booty. Even eating her ass out, PB only acknowledged it with the occasional sigh or huff. She either wasn’t very expressive or she was hard to impress. She still rolled her hips, grinding back against his face. Drake withdrew his face with a smack of his lips.

“Alright. I’m heading out back,” he said to give her fair warning.

“Go for it,” PB said, even more dry and casual than Cash.

She glanced back at him, batting her eyes as she regarded him patiently. Since she gave it the okay, he stood up and lined up his dick between her cheeks. Rubbing up against the tight ass got his heart racing, even under her expectant gaze. He finally popped his dick into her asshole, plugging it up with his shaft.

Drake gave a tentative thrust or two, easing his way into her ass. That was all it took for PB to suddenly lash her legs out behind her, curling them upward and back to hook them around Drake’s lower back. She flexed her thighs to grip him tightly and reeled them back in, slamming his pelvis into her hard enough that her thick ass rippled from the impact. PB only blinked at him quietly.

“No need to be gentle,” she assured him.

Peabea leaned her chin into her palm like she was still waiting for him to enter rather than slamming him into her ass. She pumped her hips and flexed her thighs, repeatedly drawing him into her. Her legs worked like thick and sexy clockwork, taking over his hips to ram his dick up her hole. Her eyes fluttered now and then but her full, purple-painted lips barely even twitched. Drake was immediately overwhelmed by the feeling. Being forced to pump into her at full force felt incredible, making his balls pulse readily in a shockingly short amount of time.

“Oof… ohhh fuck. I’m gonna blow. Easy now… ahh!”

Drake grunted hard and leaned over PB’s hips. His cock throbbed and shot thick streaks of cum up her bowels. Not a drop leaked out past her tight ass hugging around his swollen cock. PB’s tugging legs slowed slightly, bringing him with longer, steadier thrusts that clapped his balls against her thighs. Drake had been fucking his way through a gauntlet of asses throughout the day, but his head spun at the intense and sudden fucking of the mysterious beauty. He leaned a hand on her back, running his fingers through the purple streak that tipped her ponytail like a wet paintbrush.

“Ohhh my god. That was…” Drake groaned. His dick throbbed, making him consider calling it quits at the moment.

He didn’t have the breath to finish his thought fast enough. PB kept staring at him as she twisted her hips to one side. Her legs remained locked around his waist, dragging him along with her with the powerful limbs. It tossed him onto the bed, spinning along with Drake to land with her still straddling his cock. She gave a flippant toss of her ponytail as she looked back at him.

“We’re not done,” she noted dryly as she started bouncing, rapidly clapping her ass against his lap.

Drake’s head spun as she rode him fast and hard like she was on a runaway horse. There was talk of her being a motorcyclist in her free time, and the way her thighs locked around him and her precise slamming and shifting of her hips certainly convinced Drake. He started to clutch at her hips, hoping for some time to recover, but PB was ruthless in her anal smackdown. Even his hands went limp as he fell back on the bed, succumbing to her bouncing booty. Even watching her cheeks shake and wobble felt mesmerizing as he spaced out for the next few minutes, mindlessly trusting PB to milk him good. He lost track of time before he felt the last of his cum drained from his balls, shooting his second load on short notice up her ass. Her cheeks clenched around him, anally jerking him to sap any hot seed he had left to give her. PB only slowed her dick riding when Drake fell limply back to the bed. His dick softened inside her enough to slip back out at the next roll of his hips.

“You done?” PB pried, giving him another vacant look over her shoulder.

“Yea,” Drake squeaked out. He was well and truly tapped, having gotten all the mileage he could imagine out of the all-day pass.

“Good. I’m glad you liked it too.”

Drake vacantly noted she’d said “too.” So she had enjoyed it on some level. The violet-haired woman stepped off the bed and went to the tablet. She checked off his order as “complete” before she fiddled around with something else. The stone-faced beauty turned it around and held up the tablet, showing Drake his profile for the restaurant. It tracked his visits, preferences and the like. PB pointed a purple-painted fingernail at the Favorites section.

“Would you want to add me? This was fun,” she said with all the emotive energy of if she’d asked him “Would you like fries with that?”

Drake blinked at her in surprise before he finally tapped the screen with his weary hand, marking her as one of his regulars. PB checked it and nodded.

“Cool. I’ll let them know you’ll need a break and a shower, so no hurry on seeing yourself out. Let us know if you need any refills before you go and have a thot-tacular day.”