Mr. Miyagi and the Hot Tub Bikini Warriors

SUMMARY: 

Mr. Miyagi, after drinking his morning cup of LSD tea, decides his new life’s mission is to kill Bruce Lee. With the help of his sidekick, Kermit the frog, the two set out to build a team of bikini warriors who will assist in the time travel assassination. 
*Explicit Adult Content*

Sample:

Chapter 1

“Oh, wax on… wax off.”

Mr. Miyagi laid in his hammock. The backyard was a paradise, of which he built day by day with his kung fu skills.

He carefully moved the margarita towards his mouth. Don’t want to spill this sugary treat.

His lips reached for the colorful crazy straw.

Slurp! That sugar cocktail rolled down his throat.

Life was good.

Yeah it is. I have my home. My health, and Daniel Son. Oh, Daniel Son; I can’t wait for him to return from vacation.

He thought about his Daniel Son photo calendar hanging in his bedroom.

Oh yeah, March!

Daniel Son, for the March picture, wore a little red banana hammock. His Krane-kick-cock pressed against the silky fabric.

Mr. Miyagi’s lips missed that squishy marshmallow cock.

He became aroused.

Luckily, he wore loose shorts and was free ballin’ those oriental boys.

He licked his lips. Hmm, my paradise could use a hot tub.

The flying arrow tore him from his fantasy of consumerist nirvana.

ZING! That sharp thing rocketed by.

Mr. Miyagi turned his head.

The arrow sailed close to his face. It moved the hair on the side of his head.

The hammock wobbled and dumped the old man onto the grass.

He looked up.

A beautiful woman stood there. She was lean and toned with a Victoria Secret type of look. The woman wore a tight red uni-tard, which was cut high-up on her hips. The outfit also covered her neck but had a cutout for her exquisite cleavage to peek out of.

The woman, in fabric so tight that Mr. Miyagi could see her entire nipples, pulled out two swords.

“Why are you back, Electra?” Mr. Miyagi asked.

He got to his sandaled feet, which went well with his open Hawaiian shirt.

“This time I’m going to be victorious,” the Jennifer Garner Electra said, “And I am here to castrate you!”

Mr. Miyagi with no expression on his face asked, “Why? Why do you keep coming back?”

Electra took an attack stance.

“The writer of this doesn’t know, but the readers aren’t here for clever turns of plot; no, they want action,” she said. “Oh, and tits, lots of them. So, her are mine!!!”

Jennifer Gardner pulled down the zipper that ran between her cow tits.

Magic sparkles and little fairies of sexual delight radiated from her bare chest.

Mr. Miyagi shrugged his shoulder, “Eh, like I told you last time, they are nice, but I’ve seen better.”

Electra stood up straight and let her swords fall at her sides. But, I’ve been oiling them for days.

“Better? What? My tits are the greatest. You lie old man. Just look at them.”

“Eh,” he said and shrugged. His oriental cock didn’t move.

Electra snarled. “Fine, here, take a better look.”

She marched forward.

“See,” she said and pressed them together in front of the ‘ol man’s face.

He looked at those Hollywood birthday cakes.

They were stunning- beautiful and full. So spectacular, that some choose them as idols to worship, (cough) but I’m not talking about me (shifts eyes). Phew, I think I fooled them.

Electra jiggled them titties around with her hands.

Mr. Miyagi locked eyes with her.

She saw disapproval.

“Well…” Electra was mystified. “Take a look at my ass. You’ve never seen one this fuckable.”

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