Hypno Twerking 2: Payback's A Bitch (Patreon)

More of the hypnotizing twerking of a hypnotist’s daughter combining her dad’s stage magic and her mom’s killer booty to mess with her roommate. I’d been wanting to do this one for a long time but it only ever came to me in fragments. I really liked the opening premise, but where it went without just retreading the first story was trickier and came to me over time. Then again, I’m sure there’s people out there who wouldn’t mind if I wrote the exact same stuff over and over, but I’d just sort of space out and do it less.

It does sort of boil down to me writing an ASMR dirty talk thing by the end, which I guess I'm ok with.

“Hey, fucko!”

Hana came storming into the living room. Long and straight dark hair hung down to her middle back, acting like a constant arrow pointing down at her massively wide booty. She was thick enough that even as she stood face to face with me, I could see her cheeks jutting out from the sides. She was dressed for a day of slacking in some tight sweats and a belly shirt with a flirty cartoon rabbit on it. It left a lot of bare skin around the midriff, and the edges of her g-string were visible at the edges of her low-hanging bottoms. Her cute tan face was tensed into a scowl.

“What’s up?” I asked, looking up from my phone.

Hana pursed her lips and held out a post-it note with “WIDE LOAD” written on it in sharpie. So she’d finally found it.

“You know what’s up, ya shit! Why did I find this on my ass?!”

I snickered at how effective the prank was in pissing her off. She covered her rent but she was a lazy brat in general. I had every right to jab back at her once in a while.

“Because you took over the whole shower! I have one shampoo bottle and I don’t have room for it!”

“I’ve gotta look my best. Not my fault I actually need to look good while you’re some regular scrub.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. She was always so weirdly smug about being the daughter of some famous stage magician. It’s not like she just inherited his skills or fame or anything.

“If you take such good care of yourself, then how did I get three of those posti-ts on that big butt of yours  before you noticed?”

Hana blushed and fumed, but she also reached back and felt around until she found the two she’d missed. She crushed them up in her fist and went storming over to the computer table. She dug around a drawer while I just smiled, confident this was some half-assed payback. She came back with a marker in hand and… she dropped her pants.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.

I sounded way more confused than mad about it. It’s not like seeing her dump truck ass in her g-string wasn’t one of the perks of living with her. She ignored me long enough to uncap the marker.

“Paying you back for this bullshit.”

She reached behind herself and with a surprisingly practiced-looking flourish, she drew a spiral across her ass cheek. She did the same with the other one and bent over in front of me, gripping her ankles. I had no idea what she was up to as she started bobbing on her toes, making her ass cheeks bounce and shake as she started twerking. Her booty bobbed around, the dense fat behind each cheek swaying to its own pace. It made the scribbled spirals swirl around with her booty shaking until-

Her gloriously golden buttocks wavered in my face like my lifelong dream was in motion before me. My eyes wavered, trying to follow their every graceful ripple and failing. I felt like I might have wept with joy but my mind was so pleasantly numb. It was like I was waiting to be told how to feel.

“Looks like you’re back to thinking straight, loser,” Hana huffed.

She sounded more satisfied to see that I was under her spell. Even her insults were amazing to hear.

“Good! Then get over here and start worshiping like the gooning booty simp you are.”

I was speechless at the permission to do exactly what she said. I crawled over and buried my face between her buns. They radiated warmth to the touch and her ass smelled and tasted like her fresh, sweet sweat. I moaned as I groped each side of her booty to press more and more of the fleshy cheeks around my nose and lips. Mistress shook her hips lazily side to side, making the buns bob around. Their booty slaps were warm, gentle blessings caressing me and rewarding me for my praising kisses.

“You like that, you sorry little ass kisser?” Hana demanded.

“Yeff, mistif!” I moaned, unwilling to take my face away from her blessed buns.

“Good little butt bitch,” my short queen scoffed.

She rocked her hips away from me and thrust it back again, hitting me like a fleshy boxing glove. Even Hana’s ass attacking me felt heavenly as it pushed me off my knees. Her thickness overpowered me, putting me on my back at her feet. Staring up at her hips eclipsing part of the overhead lights, I knew this was my destiny. For some reason, I found myself grateful to see that the spirals were still in place on her ass. It made the thick and heavy curves stand out that much more, somehow improving on her perfection.

Her butt dropped down on me and I moaned as her warm flesh consumed me as my queen’s living throne. Mistress Hana wiggled her hips, slipping out of her g-string. It exposed the full radiance of her perfect booty to her grateful subject and dropped it heavily onto my face. I was consumed by the warm and wonderful flesh like I was a sorry substitute for her underwear. I took it as high praise to be buried in her perfect cake and treated as one of her possessions.

“You really love that, don’t ya bitch? Go ahead and tell me you’re my proud little ass slut,” Hana purred.

She slapped her ass just short of my face, but it may as well have been me. Her huge wobbly booty quivered in an echo of her spank, her cheeks thick enough that they felt like the well-deserved scolding slaps.

“I love being your proud little ass slut!” I praised obediently.

My words were choked out by the bounty of booty flesh that shifted to fill my mouth, but I gladly accepted it. I’m sure my passionate worship sent powerful enough vibrations through her to make my intent clear to my goddess. I sucked on the sweaty flesh like the finest candy as my tongue rubbed down the bittersweet core of her asshole. Her laughter at my expense and appreciative moans were music to my ears. I gave her buns appreciative massages, spreading them to dig in deeper. She kept shaking her hips in my grasp, helping me rub them down while watching the gorgeous spirals shake right before my eyes.

“That’s a good loser. If you’re so proud of it, why don’t you prove it?”

Hana reached into her discarded pants and took out her cellphone. She opened her camera app and held it behind her where I could see.

“Snap a little selfie so I can always remember you’re my favorite butt-sucker boytoy.”

Her favorite! I couldn’t believe my ears! It certainly wasn’t because her crazy thick ass was crushing my head and I misheard. My eyes watered with joy as I gladly grabbed the phone and set it up as best I could to catch myself buried between her buns. I snapped one that showed both well enough, my lower face buried in her crack while I stared up at the camera. Hana giggled as I fulfilled my obligations to her swaying hips.

“Good boy. In fact, why don’t you make a reaction video for me? Kiss my ass while you tell me how hot your magical mistress of mesmerism makes you!”

As if her words weren’t compelling enough, The Amazing Hana started pulling down my shorts. She lifted her hips enough for me to breathe as she started caressing my dick. I struggled to hold the camera steady as I gasped from her casual touch. Being able to do the mistress’ bidding was so fulfilling already that I shivered and leaked precum onto her perfect fingers.

“I’m… ah… I love my mistress Hana so much! She’s so perfect! She owns me! I love her and her amazing ass so much! Nothing makes me hotter! Mmm~!”

I broke from my rant, unable to keep my mouth away from her ass for that long. I peppered it with kisses and licked up the warm cheeks until they shone like polished gems. Hana laughed mockingly as she sat back, dropping her wet booty on my face like a quick smack from a boxing glove. I gasped but struggled to keep going between the ass slap and the mind-numbing pity handjob. I didn’t deserve any of the pleasures, but my mistress couldn’t be wrong! I kissed the same ass that had just smacked me like I was thankful for it, because any touch from my mistress was a blessing. I nuzzled and worshiped her ass more than ever.

“I love my mistress! I love her perfect ass! I’m gonna… I love it so… I’m about to…”

I could see my face in the camera, warping into a drunken expression of raw pleasure. I was about to burst when Hana clicked her tongue lightly.

“You should ask your mistress before you’re allowed to cum…” she mused as she casually checked her nails.

I was preparing to cum but I suddenly found myself robbed of the ability. I winced as my body fought its own pleasure for her, crying out thick globs of precum.

“PLEASE let me cum!” I gasped desperately, adding some more kisses and frustrated bites to her booty hovering over my face.

“Fine. You can finish. Cum for me, bitch,” she said with a casual sigh, teasing a finger over my shaft like she was toying with a strand of her hair.

The word was all  I needed. I grunted and thrust up, cumming all over her hand in the perfect release. My body bucked, pushing my face into her ass cheeks. I moaned as I emptied my balls for my mistress, obeying her command as hard as I possibly could. I nuzzled and licked her ass like I was addicted to her sweat and skin, finally collapsing breathless and cumless.

“Damn. You’re a sorry little loser to cum just from that, aren’t you?” Hana giggled.

“I’m a sorry little loser,” I automatically agreed with her.

“Fine. Then now we’re even. I am gonna love watching this one,” she said smugly, skimming through her phone to make sure my video saved for her own amusement.

She stopped shaking her ass for me, but put a thoughtful finger to her lips.

“You know what? Actually… wait right here! And gimme me your phone for a couple minutes.”

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I sort of spaced out during Hana’s lecture about the post-its prank. I guess she blew off enough steam to just let it go, because she seemed to calm down VERY suddenly. Probably not enough that I’d pull it on her again, but I’d be smiling over that trick for a while.

I went about my day browsing online and playing a few computer games. I ended up having to look up some old texts when a friend asked about how much they owed me, which led me down a weird rabbithole. I saw a file saved in my Videos folder that I didn’t remember. It was titled “From Hana.”

“From Hana? What’s this?” I mused as I opened up the mysterious video.

It showed my bratty bitch of a roommate, of course. She was turned away from me wearing a thong, which no matter what I think of her, it looks damn good on a fat ass like hers. She had what looked like a weird smiley face… no, actually. They were spiraling swirls drawn onto each ass cheek. It was a weird look, but she started shaking her ass for me in a way that send them twirling in this weird, dumb… beautiful way…

“Heyyy loser. Remember that prank you pulled on me? Well consider this payback!”

My eyes fluttered and my mind went numb as her shaking cheeks waved their spirals in front of me. I stared gawking and drooling at the sight of my twerking roommate like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. It was like her clapping cheeks were the beat to the best song in the world.

“Now make sure you’re alone. You good? Now hands on your dick. Start stroking in time with me. Come on. Keep up, sleepy nuts. You know you want to cum for this ass like the slut you are. Nothing gets you hotter than this dick-crushing booty. Say it. Admit I’m half the reason you jerk off at all!”

I nodded, already stroking like she said.

“You’re the reason I jerk off,” I mumbled.

“Good boy,” she said like she knew I’d respond.

“You know I love it when you give up like the loser you are. When you let that stupid pea brain of yours cave to my bouncy hypno booty. When you obey like the dum horny pet you are. You stroking? Nice and fast now. You better be ready because you’ll cum when I snap my fingers, and it’ll be the biggest orgasm of your life. In three… two… one!”

The second her snapping hit my ears, I shuddered and came all over myself. I felt light headed with pleasure as I collapsed back onto my bed, eyes still fixated on my phone and my mesmerizing mistress.

“Theeere you go! Good boy. What a good ass-worshiping loser. Now I want you to clean yourself up and forget all of this happened. Oh, and make sure you close this video but keep it saved to your phone. Consider it a present to go with your payback whenever you stumble across it.”

I blinked out of my stupor, waking up with cum suddenly on my hands. The post-nut clarity of… whatever I’d just cum to? I couldn’t remember. But it must have been dirty enough to forget about it in a hurry, so I didn’t feel like going through my browsing history. I went and cleaned up in the bathroom, satisfied for now that I’d just had a quick jerk to kill some time. I picked my phone back up and hit a button by mistake with my thumb that opened up my Videos folder.

“From Hana? What’s this?” I mused as I opened up the mysterious video…