This is a fanart for one of my favorite futa stories, Futazeroth by Zalanthe. There's just something about the idea of a futa waitresses pumping out a fresh load for a customer that I love! Here's an excerpt from chapter 4:
“Reaching down to her leggings, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and wriggled her hips, putting on a bit of a show for the two customers as she had each time before. She pulled outward and downward, several sticky strands of built-up precum connecting cloth and shaft, glistening even in the dim light of the bar. With a sigh, she tucked the waistband beneath her swollen balls, lifting her whole package up as though presenting it to the two elated customers.
”Half-and-half, mm?” she questioned the orc whose mug was only half full, and then without waiting for an answer reached down and wrapped her fingers around her cock. Her hooves dragged against the wooden flooring as she spread her thighs slightly and began to pump.
Leaning forward, she planted one hand on the table, fingers splayed as she fought to keep herself upright, her other hand sliding up and down her slick, precum-soaked length. This was the part that was always the most trouble, keeping control of herself during this particular display. She bit her lip as she tried to keep the head of her cock aimed directly at the half-full mug of milk. One of the first times she’d done this, she’d lost control of herself and splattered the customer instead. The blood elf had certainly been appreciative, but she’d spent an extra hour after closing time wiping down the walls and table. Careful now... steady...
In moments, her control was rewarded. With a soft gasp, a thick spurt of cum shot out from her cock straight into the half-full mug. Several more followed as she bowed her head and shuddered, her whole focus on keeping her aim true as she jerked herself off into the cup for the benefit of a paying customer. Each squirt of hot goo was strong enough to keep the contents inside sloshing, and in a few short seconds it was full. Releasing the hold on her shaft, she used her fingers to gather up the remainder of her cum still beading at the tip and carefully licked them clean before several sets of widened eyes. Such displays always attracted the attention of most in the bar, and a little showiness ensured repeat customers.
”Enjoy,” she murmured, nudging the mug towards the orc, who seemed only too happy to seize it and take a long sip, a moan of pleasure escaping as the thick mixture of cum and breast milk slid down her throat.”