EDIT: Now with glorious gifs! Thank you to the inimitable bunbunlittleone for doing the heckin' sexy cosplay of this story! 😍
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I had just sat down and taken a glance at the menu when I heard a perky voice behind me say, “Welcome to Hypno Hooters.” I turned and looked up.
The waitress in front of me was gorgeous. Strawberry blonde hair in two buns at either side of head, already tall and leggy before you factored in her 4-inch stilettos, and she had amazing tits. I mean, everyone here did, but hers... Oh man. They were on the perky side, a little more than a handful each, and strained against her regulation spiral-patterned top. A sparkly name-tag somewhere on there declared her to be “Bunbun”, but let’s be honest, I wasn’t looking at her nametag.
She looked me up and down, then smiled shyly at me, anticipation in her eyes. “What can I do for you today?” she asked.
I grinned at her. “I’ll have the cotton candy milkshake please, and the breast combo.” No need to beat around the bush; I already knew what I wanted.
She made a note on her spiral-bound notepad, muttering my order back to herself. “Cotton candy shake... and… breasts. Got it.” She looked up at me. “And for your meal?”
Oh, right. “Buffalo wings and a side of coleslaw, please.”
She made another note and handed the pad off to a passing server. “Wonderful! Shall we get started?”
“Yes please!” And with that, I reached out to squeeze one of her amazing tits.
It felt just as good in my hand as i expected, and she let out a noise that was half giggle, half moan. “That feels amazing,” she purred. “Your hands on my tits make me so dumb and horny. I just want to shake them for you.” She slipped her top a bit lower, tantalizingly, and shimmied at me, still giggling. Her breasts bounced spectacularly. “And every time I shake them it makes me dumber and more hornier! Isn’t that wild?”
I was laughing along with her now. “Yes, totally wild,” I agreed, reaching forward to tug her top further down. Her breasts slipped fully out, contained now only by the barest of black lace cups.
She giggled again, took my hands and guided them to her tits. When I pinched her nipple through her bra, she gasped in pleasure and her eyes rolled back in her head. “Ooh God, that feels, like, so good, and it just makes me want to, to, oh fuck! Please suck my brain out through my tits!”
She tore the lacy bra from her bosom and thrust her bare breasts into my face, and eagerly I went to work. My tongue on her nipples made her moan and press into me, and as I worked my mouth up and down I heard her chanting quietly, something about “horny” and “bimbo” and “use me.”
I grinned around a mouthful of perfect tit: this was going to be a good evening.
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A week or so later, I showed up at Hypno Hooters again. The hostess smiled and seated me at the same table, and before long I saw a familiar figure weaving towards me through the restaurant, that same gorgeous waitress from the week before.
“Hello again,” she purred when she reached my table, leaning down so I had a full view of her ample cleavage. “How can I serve you tonight?”
This time though, I couldn’t manage answer right away. I looked down at my menu and stuttered a little bit. “I-i think I’m in the mood for something a little different today, something a little...”
“Oh!” She smiled recognition at me. “I see. In that case…” She tugged her top down just a bit, enough that I could see the lace of her bra peeking through, and smirked at me. “This is what you wanted, right? Me, in control, you, helpless against my tits? You can’t look away, can you?”
Mutely, I shook my head.
“So easy to get lost on my perfect tits, isn’t it?” She groped herself gently, and my eyes followed her breasts automatically as she moved them around and around. “Do you want to touch them? To feel them? To taste them?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered, as my eyes fluttered, “I want–”
She twined her fingers in my hair and pulled, hard, until I gasped with it. She was still talking, murmuring to me, but I couldn’t tell what she was saying, couldn’t focus on anything except her chest, how much I wanted to feel the lace of her bra under my fingertips, how I wanted my mouth on her breasts… And when she abruptly yanked me forward, burying my face in her tits, I surrendered willingly. My body tingled in anticipation as I let the fuzzy veil of trance claim me.
This was going to be a good evening.
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