Hypno Twerking 3: Beach Buns (Patreon)

This is a series I really like doing and come back to now and then whenever I get an idea for it. Big booty bratty roommate has hypnotic powers she uses by twerking her butt at you.

I feel like I made her a little bit softer in this one, but still kept her as mostly a bitch. She does kind of want to hang out and has some level of interest in the guy roommate, though I think it’s more of a “my favorite toy” thing. She finds him annoying and mean so she likes to take it out on him the most. Probably thinks he’s cute but hates his personality so she twists him around for payback into something she’s more interested in; a mindless slave for worshiping her ass.

We arrived at the beach with our stuff crammed under our arms. We had a nasty wind storm last night that knocked out our power. With the summer heat doing its worst and no AC, Hana bugged me into taking her to the nearby beach. She didn’t have a car herself, which meant I had to play chauffeur after… come to think of it, I can’t remember how she talked me into this. I would have rather just gone to the mall or even the pool than fight for parking and walk all the way across the sand.

I was still in my trunks and shirt as I dropped off our bags and towels. Hana was clearly delighted to be out on the sand. She had no reservations about her skin being exposed. She wore a baggy shirt just until she got to our spot, then threw it off to expose her revealing swimsuit. She always had a tan about her, and her bright red thong bikini showed the deepest edges of her tanlines. They were mainly around her chest and shoulders, given how the thong was stuffed deep between her massive ass cheeks. I had gotten used to staring when I could, as one of the few benefits of being the lazy brat’s roommate.

She stretched out on the spot, arching her back and wiggling her hips. Her fat ass jiggled around with hardly any provocation, and I spotted several people checking out her wide ass.

“Bunch of pervs out today, huh?” Haba asked, even as she picked at a wedgie from her thong.

“You’re just begging for attention. Try to have a little shame, at least,” I scolded her as I sat on the foldout beach chair.

“Shame is for ugly people,” the big booty brunette scoffed.

“Besides, I’ve got you around to protect me.”

“Protect you? I came out here as a favor because you whined and begged me to. I’m going to chill out here and browse on my phone most of the time.”

I reached into the mini cooler and took out a water bottle and shades, intent on doing that. I was never big on swimming. Getting hot so you can get cold then sandy into wet clothes was never fun for me. Hana looked offended.

“What!? That’s bullshit! Who comes to a beach and doesn’t swim?” she protested with a stomp in the sand.

Even with her facing me I could see her butt bounce from it.

“Ice cream vendors, that guy with the metal detector… lifeguards, if they can help it.”

Hana groaned and folded her arms grumpily, but I wasn’t about to be manipulated that easily. She dug into the bag and took out a black marker, of all things. She squatted down facing away from me and with a surprisingly practiced flourish, she drew two spiraling patterns. One on each of her bare tan buns. I had no idea why she’d bring a marker to the beach, or why she’d draw on her butt. She started bouncing on her toes, making her huge cheeks bounce and clap together rhythmically. Her hips wiggle side to side so that her expert twerking even got the spirals to twist around and around and around and around and around and around…

“You still with me, dude?” my mistress asked.

“Uhhh huh,” I droned mindlessly back.

I didn’t need a mind. The goddess with the perfect body could think and speak for me.

“Good boy! Now lotion me up. We’ve got lots of swimming to do.”

“Yes, Hana,” I muttered as the best I could voice for my the ass of Aphrodite.

The radiant Hana tossed me her tube of suntan lotion. I was honored by her giving me anything at all, so I hastily uncapped it and fell to my knees behind her. The object of my deepest obsession swayed around like mesmerizing jelly in front of me with its lovely patterns swirling around like the perfect piece of art. I drooled with my mouth agape, not even looking at the lotion as I squeezed it into my hand. Before I could even raise it to her mountainous cheeks, they came to me. Hana thrust her butt backward, the sun-warmed buns slapping right into my face. I gave a sluggish moan as they bumped into me.

“Ha! You know you wanted it, loser~!” she laughed.

I groaned and nodded agreeing with anything she said, which rubbed my nose up and down the crack of her ass. I was too busy soaking in the perfect feel and smell of her lazily twirling hips, already having me under her spell. I couldn’t possibly consider that anyone was watching me, let alone that I’d feel embarrassed or that they’d feel jealous.

I heard something muffled mumble outside of the realm of the hypnotic hips I was buried inside. I couldn’t care less about anything besides my goddess Hana and her glorious curves.

“Oh nahhh! It’s fine! My BOYFRIEND here just gets a little overexcited. Don’t you, sweetie~?” Hana answered the mysterious blob.

“Yea… yes I do,” I groaned, less concerned with what that meant than the fact that I was agreeing with the smartest, most powerful woman in the world while I kissed her plump ass cheek. It had the perfect amount of firmness to softness I could have ever imagined, making me just worship it more as I brought my oiled up hands across her skin.

“See? He just knows he can’t resist me~! Now move along so my lucky lucky boy can finish,” she told whoever else.

She shook her hips side to side, waving the wide butt in my face. The cheeks batted me left and right, helping smear the lotion over her behind. I cupped and lifted up her cheeks, taking care to get every crevice of her smooth skin around her hips.

“Say it,” Hana chimed as I slowly moved my hands up her back, her short legs and huge hips finally coated in lotion.

“Ittttt…” I gurgled breathily.

“Right. I forgot how stupid you get when you stare at me long enough.”

Hana giggled as she shifted herself down to her knees. She laid on her front, raising one leg daintily to run her toes under my chin. I rubbed her foot instinctively as she gave me another piece of her to massage as I stared at her coy smile and eternally-bouncing butt.

“Keep lotioning me. But I want you to say you’re my boyfriend,” Hana said a bit more carefully and clearly.

“I’m your boyfriend,” I panted breathlessly. “I love being your boyfriend.”

Hana giggled with delight, kicking her little feet up and down. Her laughter was like music from Heaven and I only wanted more. I rubbed down her back and arms, polishing up her smooth skin. I groggily did everything she could ask for and loved it.

I had lotioned up most of her ass and back when she lifted a leg, pushing me away gently by the chest. I gave a pathetic whine, hating to be parted from my goddess but obeying all the same.

“That’s enough, perv. You don’t want to ruin the best part.”

She shifted to lean forward on her knees, lifting her ass off the towel to make it easier for me to reach. The heavenly offering of her thick ass was almost blinding to behold, but that may have just been how much it filled my vision.

“Now get nice and deep in the middle. And this time, use your face instead of those dirty hands of yours.”

I immediately thrust my face into her ass, kissing against her crack and asshole through her tiny swimsuit. I could taste the sweat of her skin mixed with the faint smell of lotion, which immediately became an addiction to my feeble brain. It was a reward for doing my goddess’ duty, and that alone had me furiously erect. I moaned and pushed my face deeper into her ass cheeks, my nose tickling her crack while I rolled out my tongue for her. My licking and kissing pressed against her asshole through the fabric while teasing the edge of her pussy. Hana’s mocking giggles and occasional purr of pleasure were all I needed to keep going. Soon I was laying flat on my stomach, grinding my boner against the outspread towel.

“Okay, dummy. You proved your point. You’ll do absolutely annnything to get in this booty, right?”

“Mmmmhm!” I moaned passionately, nodding so hard that her big buns bounced around in my face. The goddess giggled again like a perfect symphony.

“There’s a good boy. Now let's go for a swim. And don’t take your eyes off the prize. This stuff’s waterproof anyway.”

I lurched up to my feet with a total lack of concern for the raging boner that I got from serving my mistress. I just watched her giddily trot towards the water, her mocking laughter as much of a siren song as everything else about her curvy perfection.

She waded into the waves and only slowed when she was waist deep in the water. Her enormous ass still stuck just above the surface like a buoy so I could stay fixated on the water-warped swirls. They were burned into the back of my eyelids now, blessing me with Hana’s guidance no matter where I looked. I stayed fixated on her perfect ass, completely uncaring of who saw us with her brilliant wisdom of claiming I was her boyfriend.

I watched her hips as she reached an isolated spot and peeled off her bikini bottoms. She turned to face me, presenting the watery outline of her smooth pussy ticked away between her thick thighs.

“Go under and lick until I say stop,” Hana commanded, making piercing eye contact.

I took a breath, held it, and did the only thing I could: obey the ass. I knelt under the water and pulled on her submerged thighs, bracing myself against her. I pushed my tongue inside her, the taste of the salty water mixing with her sweet pussy. With my eyes closed and the gentle rush of water around my head, I had nothing but my mistress’ pleasure to think about. I passionately sucked and worshiped her clit, adjusting the angle of my head to run as much of my tongue inside her at once as possible. I was deep enough in her to feel her subtle trembling when I behaved properly and pressed my salty tongue in the right places. I could feel her appreciative heat radiating off her like she had the vagina of a sun goddess.

Her hand rubbed my submerged back like a blessing from my goddess as my bubbling mouth did its work. I suddenly felt her pull up on my hair and tore me away from her sweet snatch.

“Breathe!” she ordered.

I did, after a coughing attempt. I had no idea how long I was under there for, not that it mattered. Mistress’ orgasm came before my breathing, naturally. She had to hold me up, lightheaded from her beauty and flavor as she turned around to present her spiral-patterned ass. Any hints of free will and conscious thought melted out my ears as her naked cheeks bounced around underwater, kicking up her own set of waves as she twerked and slashed them at me.

“Now get back in there. And quit screwing around,” she ordered.

I took another breath so I could return to worshiping her body like it was my actual reason for living. Her ass was more precious than air. I desperately sucked at her asshole, squirming my tongue around inside her as I rubbed down her thighs and pussy around the front. I explored her like a sunken relic, eating out her titanic ass so deeply that I couldn’t breathe even if I was above water. I rubbed her clit with a heated passion as her butt cheeks clapped and slapped at my face, rewarding me with their mockery and waves given by their tectonic shifting. My anal oral and lovingly sculpting my fingers around her clit clearly did their ordered duty well enough.  Her bare ass clenched around my face, rippling like she was in an earthquake as the thick warmth of her orgasm ran past my fingers. I felt like I would die happy, buried at sea within her cheeks when she pulled me back up by the hair again. I gasped wetly, coughing up some water. I craved more of my goddess and her hypnotic booty, left hanging in her grasp with my mind numb and dick ragingly hard. Hana sighed and slid back into her bottoms before she had to go any shallower, though the steady waves kicked up by her huge ass twerking around under the water may have tipped a few people off. At least I was hidden behind her wide hips so I didn’t give her away.

Hana sighed as she settled down from her public orgasm. She gave me a glance from the corner of her eye, and even her bored pity made me shudder with pleasure.

“Okay, fine. Just stop looking so fucking pathetic. When I snap my fingers, you’ll cum your tiny brains out. 3, 2, 1.”

My mind snapped along with her fingers. Purest pleasure came from my mistress’ mercy as the perfect sound came from between her fingernails. Her masterful hand drained my balls without even touching them. The sound echoed in my soul as my heart raced out of control. I collapsed face-first into her ass, groaning as my mouth bubbled against the water and my eyes rolled back into my head. Hana snorted a laugh at me as I jizzed on command.

“You are so fuckin’ dumb. I keep getting you so bad with this shit,” she teased as she patted me on the head. I just moaned and nuzzled my face against her rear like the grateful worshiper that I was.

“Now let's dry you off and lay down. You’re a fun boyfriend, but I always love how you fall for my tricks most of all.”

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There was a splash. I blinked back out of my cat nap to see Hana had tossed some of her water bottle at me. She must have had one hell of an aim, because she somehow managed to soak me head to toe with less than half her bottle. She snickered as I sputtered and wiped my face off.

“Oh, real mature. I was just daydreaming,” I snapped at her.

I went for my towel and found it already wet. She must have used it while I wasn’t looking. Though she sure was fast about it… I thought we’d only been here for a few minutes before I spaced out.

“Don’t be a baby! You gotta get wet if you’re coming to the beach.”

“Like that’s not an innuendo,” I grumbled, looking up at her in her slutty swimsuit.

“I don’t bother with them. When I want something, I ask for it,” she smirked, resting a hand on her hip.

She can be such a brat sometimes. I picked up my phone, letting her back to whatever she was up to. I had already driven her to the beach, so I wasn’t about to go doing every little thing she asked me to. I was surprised when she sat down next to me on her own towel.

“I thought you were swimming,” I muttered.

“I did. I’d rather sit here for now. I have the most fun when I’m with you.”

That took me by surprise. I wondered what she meant by that, but I had to fight back against the urge to blush. She smiled like she knew something I didn’t, laying on her stomach to start sunning her back and ass. I swallowed and averted my eyes. The way people were looking at us, they might start thinking we were dating.