Hypno Hooters

Tumblr rescue, born of some strange Skype conversation. Something about wearing Hypno Scouts badges as pasties. Anyway, I don’t remember the specifics, but this is somehow bunbunlittleone's fault...?

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.

"Pull My Hair"

An old piece rescued from Tumblr, also published on MCStories. Probably the first piece of hypno-smut I ever wrote, and I'm still pretty proud of it!

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When I asked her to pull my hair, she’d looked momentarily confused, but then grinned—she was a switch after all—and happily, skillfully obliged. I responded like I always do, with a gasp-sigh of pleasure, melting into her grip, kissing her back forcefully.

“I can’t take you seriously as a top if I’m pulling your hair,” she told me laughingly when we came up for air.

I cocked an eyebrow at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me, you’re switchy as shit!”

“Well, right, from scene to scene.” Here she rolled on top of me and kissed me, and I didn’t much mind the interruption. “But tonight you are definitely topping me—”

“And doing a damn fine job of it,” I teased.

“Damn fine,” she agreed. “But: if you’re supposed to be topping”—another sound kiss—“how’m I supposed to take you seriously”—she threaded her fingers through my hair—“when you ask me to do this?” She gripped and pulled, and I sighed in pleasure. “And when you react like that,” she added as an afterthought, smiling cheekily at me.

I suddenly realized how much I was going to enjoy wiping that smile off her face.