Gold Tier Story - Waffle House Footjobs (Patreon)

Being a friend wasn’t always easy. Being a friend meant doing the uncomfortable things, like helping someone move, or wading through the most convoluted puns (which Sherri was admittedly guilty of). In this case, being a friend meant picking up another friend from the local tavern at 2am who was drunk off their ass. It was the dead of night, in the darkest parts of the backwoods that Sherri had driven through empty streets. Devoid of populace the stoplights only offered a blinking red to convey the instructions to slow to a stop before proceeding onwards. The streets themselves idly dotted with dim streetlights that seemed to flicker as Sherri drove past. They were in Bay’s hometown, a visit for a trading card event that was close to where Bay had grown up.

Sherri wasn’t uncomfortable with leaving the city for the easternmost parts of the country, at least for a temporary visit, but the winding roads with oddly placed street lights and shops that closed their doors at 8pm was not something she was used to. In fact the only place that seemed to have any life to it was the idle tavern that looked like it had been established in the early 19th century, an all-wooden structure that looked like it could collapse at any minute if it wasn’t for the down home engineering ingenuity of duct tape and elbow grease. In truth if Sherri didn’t have to work in the morning she would have joined Bay in the festivities at the tavern, all manner of populace, varying in shapes and sizes, eager to take on available girls for a ride.

If only Bay hadn’t gotten so sloshed early on, he would have had the time of his life enjoying the cocks of various girls and men that had been eagerly eyeing him up and down, but the bartender was a long time friend, and one that knew a drunk boi needed to be taken home before the scene got too rowdy. That’s where Sherri came in, driving almost an hour to pick up her friend. Bay’s mouth reeked of alcohol, and he shuffled warily into the car.

“Waffle House.” Bay had said adamantly and drunkenly, his voice slurring. “Need.. Waffle House.”

And that’s how, at two in the morning, Sherri was sitting across from her friend in an empty waffle house save for a lone cook in the back and a calm snickering badger waitress with a down home hospitality charm. Sherri hadn’t ordered anything, although now as she watched Bay eat she was regretting it, she wasn’t hungry when she woke up to the phone call but now the smell of waffles, ham, hash browns, eggs, they all stuffed her nose and demanded.

“-Waffle house..” Bay had been speaking, not that Sherri noticed, her eyes focused on the syrup soaked waffle that he had been ignoring in favor of bites of ham and hash browns. Sherri eyed the crunchy waffle, curious about whether or not he’d notice if she stole a bite.. or three.

“Whussat..?” Sherri peeked up briefly watching him finally cut a bite of waffle which he happily plopped right between his teeth.

Covering a hand, he spoke again, “I knew this was the right play, I just freakin’ love Waffle House after a night like tonight.” He swallowed. “You know what though, I’m actually feeling a lot better.” He gave a self-confident nod, “I think I’m gonna hit up that bar after I sober up a little more, you should come with me, I bet we could take all those girls on!”

The look on Sherri’s face suddenly shifted, her fingers curling into the fur on her cheeks as her eyes turned into a slight glare. “..We have work in like, 6 hours Bay!”

“Yeah but,” He chewed and swallowed mid-conversation no less, “I’m so hyped up, I got all this energy, I bet I could go all night and work tomorrow. Don’t worry about that!”

Sherri rolled her eyes and watched him eat, scarfing bite after bite, snatching the syrup jar she gave a little smirk, slipping off her flats and letting her bare paws touch the night time air. The devious doggirl wasn’t about to let him scramble back off into the night only for her to be out of an employee for work tomorrow, and have to pick him up from that same tavern after being crammed full of milfcocks. Carefully she snuck away the jar of syrup, not that he’d notice with the way he was feasting over his late night post-drunken breakfast, her toes felt the slickness of warm syrup sliding upon them, sticky, enough so that there were strands of sugar sweetness that connected her pawtoes together under the table.

It took him a moment but mid-bite he suddenly felt a chill, Bay’s fluffy ringed tail bristling immediately as he looked over at Sherri, his cheeks flushing deeply. All the good boy manners he’d grown up with as a little lady of the south started to melt away, “Shrhri?” He said with a mouthful of waffle, his eyes widening as his question was immediately answered by another bit of pressure. His blue cock felt the tingling stickiness of syrup and the comforting squish of pawtoes, both of them, drenched with maple sweetness, stroking along his shaft in a way that made him bubble with excitement.

It took every ounce of himself to be able to swallow the bite he had in his mouth as his shoulders jolted upwards, Sherri’s toes smearing against his shaft, the tactile sensation of sticky syrup clinging to the width of his cock as Sherri smothered his length with her tainted pawtoes. The world seemed to move in slow motion for him, the entire room a blur around his senses as all he could think of was what angle her angel paws would stroke in next. She grew a grin on her lips, hand carefully resting her chin against her fingers as she so carelessly squeezed and toyed with his dick. Her toes splayed wide, grinding upwards against the underside of his penis and smearing the glans in a healthy serving of syrup that dripped from the tip of his length down onto her glossy shining pawtoes. Her digits found the crest of his cock, and between her cushioned padded pawtoes they gave a tender squeeze, gripping his cocktip and smearing the essence of breakfast sweetness against his cock before sliding downwards, his penis penetrating between her middle two toes as they dragged against the length of his member.

“What’s that, Bay?” Sherri said with a teasing smirk as her hand reached out to his half eaten waffle, greedily tearing off a piece and popping it between her lips as her paws worked in tandem. As one lifted, the other pushed down, flopping his drippling cock back and forth as his pre-cum drooled out mixing with the syrup and turning into a coagulated thick mess that only grew more dense as Sherri’s paws smeared the mixture together. Her pawtoes drowned in the musky thick scent of his cock as she chewed happily, rewarding herself with the treat of waffle and the visual sight of Bay’s squirming display. “You want more syrup on your waffle?”

His eyes crossed in between, his mouth gaping and then Sherri’s legs bent forwards, both of her paws stroking simultaneously along his shaft as she began to pour more syrup atop of his waffle. “Say when,” Sherri mused sweetly, her toes were now massaging against his balls, squishing and dragging against them, fumbling them against her pawtoes as the boy raccoon gripped at his fork so tightly it might bend, his other hand clutching against his open mouth as he teared up with ecstasy. Syrup messily poured, globbing and stacking on top of itself overflowing the waffle as Bay watched in dazed excitement, his cock throbbing and pulsating, Sherri’s paws squeezing as they pulled upwards, milking pre-cum from his cumslit that was just as thick and sticky as the syrup on Sherri’s toes, if not moreso! “Mm.. That’s a lot of syurp, Bay..”

His heart was racing, pounding, he could feel himself shifting and squirming as Sherri’s paws gripped his length and massaged back down his shaft. Her toes, they drummed against his dick, teasing him endlessly as tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, his cock was so often a second thought in his sexual exploits, he was far more used to his anus being stretched out and used and abused by girls who loved making him squirm and squeal with a delicious pegging or an even more firm fucking. Having his dick the main attraction was a pleasure that he so often forgot existed, Sherri working his cock, squishing against his balls as her paws slid down, god he knew he couldn’t stand it for another moment.. “When!” He cried out, his mouth gaping and fanged teeth on display as his cock suddenly throbbed and ejaculated.

His thick blue throbbing girth gave a sputtering twitch as cum surged from the tip, caught deliciously upon Sherri’s pawtoes the thick mess splattered and mingled with the syrupy glaze that now soaked Sherri’s feet. Her paws squishing against his cock, slathering themselves in his messy spunk and massaging his length as he continued to cum directly onto the soft furred extremities of Sherri’s legs. Her toes now wore a brilliant glaze of his pearly white cum that dotted the messy golden hue of Waffle House Syrup! His cock twitched, giving a final sputter of cum to drizzle on Sherri’s little French Toast Toes. Sherri caught his gaze as he stared at her in the midst of post orgasmic bliss, stealing another undampened piece of waffle and her body shifted, Bay gulped, wondering what she had in mind.

Her hand disappeared underneath the table as he swallowed harder, the waffle returned, now slathered in syrup and the essence of his boyjizz, Sherri held his gaze as he gave a longing whimper. Begging her to with the high pitched treble in his voice, and the bite of waffle disappeared between her lips with her eyes closing gently. A soothing moan escaping her lips in the form of a hum as she chewed, endlessly chewing, her fingers tracing over her neck, dragging against her shirt, she crooned and finally licked her lips a sign that the waffle.. soaked in his cum, syrup, and the flavor of his cock and the touch of her toes, the culminating treat of his fantasies, now a lurid memento that slid down Sherri’s throat.

Out of breath, panting, Bay slumped against his seat gripping tightly onto his fork without even thinking, his jaw agape and tongue slightly hanging free. “Y.. You know what, Sher..” Bay swallowed hard, his cock giving a small sputter as Sherri’s syrup soaked squishing toes gripped at his cocklength oh so sweetly. “I.. I think I’m ready for bed now.”

“You know, Bay, I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all night.” Sherri grinned and looked over to the Badger waitress that was idly sitting at one of the tables thumbscrolling through her phone. “Check please, ma’am!”