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More Pizza Thot in the "golden buffet" series. Drake visits during Halloween when the crew makes a haunted maze out of the to floor, leaving him to navigate between the sexy spookiness.

Pizza Thot took any excuse to put on a special event. Considering they had put on National Pizza Day and a Father’s Day special (DILFs get half off), the major holidays were easy for them to come up with a gimmick. On Halloween, they always went all out with sexy costumes and decorating the place.

It was their first Halloween in their current location, and they wanted to make the most out of the extra space. They had converted the entire third floor that they usually reserved for their more private and unique performances into a haunted maze, mostly made up of some fog machines and some portable cubicle walls. Customers were let in a few at a time, free to wander through the halls trying to avoid (or find) the stalking sexworkers looking to get a hold of them.

“Okayyy… Drake?”

The redheaded woman named Pepper stood by the front of the maze’s entrance. She was dressed in a full body Bowser mascot costume, her head poking out of his mouth. She handled a clipboard in her fake claws as she scratched off the name.

Drake hopped up from his seat on the bench. Their steady customer raised his hand readily.

“Right here.”

“Alrighty, stud. You can go on ahead. Mind your step, cuz it’s a little dark in there and we don’t want you slippin’ on anybody’s cum.”

Drake entered the simple maze of short corridors. A shallow fog danced around just below his knees and some remix of spooky club music played through some tucked away speakers. The guest didn’t have anything particular to go on so he picked a path and started walking. Fake cobwebs dangled from the ceiling and the occasional cheeky decoration like a skeleton looking surprised with “Boner Alert” dotted the walls. He finally reached a dead end, but it certainly wasn’t empty. There was a large box waiting there, looking like a large, old piece of luggage. Manic writing on the wall behind it had arrows pointing at it with “WHAT’S IN THE BOX!?” scrawled out with too many question marks to be from a sane person. Between it being part of the show and his own curiosity, Drake approached and opened the chest.

As soon as it opened a crack, Tips burst out of it like a busty jack in the box. She had gray-blue facepaint on and had her bushy hair straightened and hanging loose. She wore a tattered, wet white shirt  that only went down to her belly, and her naturally fanged grin took Drake a moment to remember she didn’t need fake fangs to pull that off.

“BOOOOOOBS~!” Tips wailed as she flailed her long sleeves around.

“GYAHAHA! You’re activated the curse of Suckadikov! Prepare to be devoured!”

Tips crawled out of the box that seemed far too small for the curvy amazon. Drake spotted the hole in the back of it that they had lined up with another hole in the wall behind her that allowed her to fit. She stayed on her hands and knees as she clambered across the floor before grabbing the guest by the waist of his pants. She yanked them down and made her customer glad he didn’t wear a belt to the place. The spooky sexy thot dragged herself up his legs until his balls were resting on her huge jugs. She peered up at him with big excited eyes as she licked her lips.

“Oh no. A flesh-eating monster?” Drake encouraged her with some of his best forced acting.

Tips giggled appreciatively before she wolfed his cock down. She certainly went at it with a monstrous appetite, coating it with drool all the way down to the base. She pumped her head back and forth in a rapid sloppy sucking. The busty brunette’s tits bounced and squished as they bumped against his thighs like they were repeatedly failing to keep her away. Her drooling smile leaked over her freckled cleavage, making it glisten in the low light of their haunted restaurant.

Drake buried his dick in her mouth and his fingers in her hair, letting Tips relax her neck as he pumped her head around his shaft. Her long tongue coiled around his cock, flexing and stroking it from all sides. He breathed heavily as Tips seemed committed to sucking the soul straight out through his balls. She seemed to do a good job as he moaned and leaned on her head, pushing her harder down on his dick. He was experienced enough with the girls to have a grasp on what they liked and what they could stand, so he wasn’t surprised when his cockhead pushed in past her throat and it opened up to let him in without a hint of gagging.

Feeling her mouth and throat grasping around his erection, Drake was soon grunting and finished inside her. Tips took a big gulp of his cum, coating her tongue and throat with his hot cream. She tickled her tongue between his balls and up the length of his shaft, teasing out the last of it as she popped her lips away. She let the last, twitching burst of jizz splatter out over her tits as she giggled and withdrew him from her face.

“Oof… hope that didn’t ruin your costume,” Drake sighed as he released his grip on her hair.

“Oh nah! Our makeup’s crazy jizz-proof. And a little white never hurt lookin’ like a ghost~! GYAHAHA!

Tips winked at him and climbed back into her box to wait for the next passing customer. She started to wiggle back into the hidden hole when her eyes widened.

“Woop~! Feels like somebody found the other side of this hole. Gotta go!”

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Drake pulled his pants back on and kept exploring. It was surprisingly complex, but the decorations made it pretty easy to remember where he’d been. He recognized the pinned up skeleton at the crossroad, and had politely turned back around when he found the dead end where Pineapple in a Dracula cape and speedo was boning a blonde into the floor. He started getting deeper into the maze when a dark clown leapt out in front of him.

“BLAH~!” Honey blurted as she threw up her hands.

The already makeup-themed thot had gone overboard on her dark clown outfit for the holiday. She wore what resembled a skimpy, black leather jester’s outfit. A tiny bikini bottom was tucked tightly between her thighs and checkered leggings rose up to meet them. She had added some black triangles over the eyes of her already whitewashed face. The curvy black girl had a jingling black and purple jester hat pinned between her pink hair puffs and a tiny vest that matched the colors. The top was zippered up as best it could go without exploding, which meant it almost covered up her areolas at the peaks of her giant breasts.

“Ah!” Drake started before cracking a smile.

“Oh hey, Honey. Nice killer clown thing.”

Honey smirked at him and adjusted her hair, making her bell-tipped hat jingle around.

“Thanks, hon. People keep callin’ me that and I don’t know where they get that line from.”

Drake was surprised that she didn’t get the reference, but he also supposed that Honey wasn’t especially clownish in practice either. As far as he could tell, she just genuinely liked the look.

“But y’know you’re not gettin’ by without givin’ me a little somethin’, hon. So whatcha got for me?” Honey instructed in her light southern drawl.

“Well, is this enough to pay the toll?”

Drake undid and dropped his pants. Honey eyed his familiar cock and smiled before trailing her eyes back up at him.

“Guess there’s only one way to find out. Hook me up, hon.”

Honey turned around and pulled down her tiny bottoms, sticking out her own huge bottom towards him. She braced a hand against one of the walls and spanked her cheeks, getting both of them jiggling with their soft and doughy texture. Drake ran his hands over Honey’s buns, steadying their wobbling before giving them a firm squeeze. He had to force her thighs and ass cheeks apart to get a hint of where her pussy was. As soon as he found it, he thrust his way inside.

“OOH~! Yea, honey! Get up in there,” Honey purred as she planted herself on her toes.

She raised her big brown ass higher, offering it up and adding a bit of gravity to her bouncing hips coming down on him. Her cheeks clapped as she waggled her hips around in front of him, letting Drake pound her pussy from behind. Her puffy hair swayed along with his thrusts, making her jester’s cap jingly along with her jiggling. Drake moaned and ran his hands around her hips before reaching past them, cupping her breasts and squeezing them tightly. Honey moaned and her guest found the waving zipper swaying between her tits. He gave it a quick yank and the overworked seal gladly opened, letting her huge jugs flop out fully unleashed. Honey gave a deep moan.

“Thank ya, hon. I could barely breathe in that little thing,” Honey sighed as she started thumping her hips back into him.

Drake groaned and pumped her wet pussy with a passion, following the rhythmic slapping of flesh to keep his pace. Between her cheeks pushing hard against his lap and her swaying tits slapping against each other in his groping hands, he had plenty to go by. The thicc clown bit her pouty, painted lip as the loud, wet squishing of his cock ramming into her slit grew louder. She started a long, low moan as she felt his cock pulse inside her. She arched her head back, opening her mouth and rolling out her tongue in an open invitation. Drake locked lips with her, kissing her hard as he came even harder inside her. He moaned into her mouth as they swapped spit, firing off his load into her pussy. The thick nut coated her insides before it started to ooze out over her chubby thighs.

“Damn, boy. You been savin’ that one up for somethin’ special?” she purred.

Drake sighed and started to slide back out of her slick pussy, taking a second to catch his breath. He didn’t have long as a sudden, buzzing roar made him jump in surprise. It made his cock twitch and shoot another load of spunk into Honey as one of the walls gave way to a chainsaw-wielding maniac.

The fake wall tore cleanly in half as the prop chainsaw ripped straight down. A thin, blue-haired girl with a belly shirt and jean shorts, both torn to the point of barely being held in tact. She wore a cracked in half mask that resembled a porcelain doll with some fake stitching drawn on the exposed part of her face. It still wasn’t hard for Drake to recognize Cash after he got over his surprise. Honey still clenched her thighs, squeezing his dick before he could fully pull out.

“Damn, Cash! I was workin’ this corner!” she complained.

Cash lifted up the half-mask and blinked vacantly at them.

“Oh. I thought you were over by the west end for this part.”

“No! I’m the center circle!”

“You sure? Cuz this is the only tearaway wall I know about in this place.”

Cash casually picked up one of the wall halves and propped it back into place.

“I don’t know! But you almost scared golden boy’s cum back out of me!”

Cash snorted a little laugh and propped the plastic chainsaw against the wall.

“Alright, alright. Well lemme make it up to ya. On your back, bro.”

Cash snapped her fingers and pointed towards the floor of the maze. Drake didn’t hesitate to lay down and lean back on his elbows to watch the girls at work. Cash pulled on Honey’s elbow, getting her to kneel down by Drake’s still erect cock. The goth slasher girl leaned down and gave his dick a few firm licks, cleaning up his leftover cum. Honey let her get a head start before joining back in, catching the tip of his cock between her pouty lips. She sucked and smooched noisily, and the two costumed thots blowing him together quickly got his libido back to its peak.

With a parting smack of their lips, Cash and Honey turned away from each other. They squatted down on either side of him, Cash dropping her pants to show she was wearing nothing underneath her tattered shorts. They both started pushing their asses together with his dick right between them.

It was a surprisingly tight and comfortable fit. Cash was nowhere near as thick as Honey, but the big brown butt made a perfect cushion for the pale goth’s bubble butt to bump into her from the other side of Drake’s dick. She hotdogged him against her ass, rubbing his cock’s side against the edge of her asshole while alternately burying and bouncing it into Honey’s booty. The mix of tightness and softness made Drake groan in an instant, laying back and letting the girls rub him off with their double booty grind.

“Ya big dope. Getting laid in the middle of a haunted house? You’d be dead as shit in a real horror movie,” Cash teased him.

“Look, if I’m dyin’ from a monster, I’m at least havin’ a good time before I’m gone. Right, hon?”

Honey twerked a bit on her toes, making her ass cheeks clap in time with Cash’s thrusts. The goth would catch and grind his dick between her tight ass and pin it back against Honey’s bouncing booty. The firm rubbing and loose, fluid quaking made Drake’s eyes roll back as he thrust up between them. His cum shot up like a fountain, splattering down on their lower backs and ass cracks. It pooled and warmed around the base of his cockhead as the girls met his eye with cheeky smiles.

“That did the trick,” Cash purred as she stood back up.

“Looks like you scared the cum outta him too, hon,” Honey giggled.

The jester helped Drake back to his feet, nodding towards the halls ahead of them.

“I think that’s plenty paid up for the toll. You can go right ahead, hon.”

Drake nodded as he replaced his pants. He started to go ahead while Cash reclaimed her chainsaw and mask, but she caught him by the arm.

“Oh, right. Fair warning, but up ahead… left will take you to the exit. Right leads to Pan in a werewolf fuckboi costume.”

“Left it is, then,” Drake noted.