Kinky Tokyo Bunny Girl
by J.D. Savanyu
Hisa Yamada adjusted the red sash on her sailor schoolgirl outfit, gazing dreamily out a third floor window at Takeshita University. She was an art major who was only taking this math class because it was required to earn an MA degree in her chosen field. The trendy Harajuku district of Tokyo was just five blocks away, and there were only twenty minutes left in her last class of the day. She couldn't wait to walk over to her night job at ใใณใฏใฉใใใใญใฃใใฏใฉ (The Pink Rabbit Hostess Club.) Serving cocktails and flirting with sleazy businessmen in a pink Playboy-style unitard with pink bunny ears and a fluffy white tail.
"Miss Yamada, can you tell me the four methods of solving quadratic equations?" asked Professor Kimura, jolting Hisa out of her reverie. He gave his prettiest student a sly grin, seeing that her mind was clearly elsewhere.
"Yes, sir. Factoring, completing the square, using quadratic formula, and taking the square root."
"Very good," he beamed. "And always remember to assign each factor equal to zero."
She was a hot babe, but she was also whip-smart. The complete package. That bratty college slut tossed her pink pigtails while smirking at her ruggedly handsome forty-something teacher. Professor Kimura's class was half women and half men. She was the only one who wore a sailor schoolgirl outfit, with blue stockings, a blue dress, and a white blouse with a blue striped collar and a red bow-tie sash. Those vintage feminine uniforms weren't required in college like they were at her private high school, but she loved how sexy it made her feel. And how
empowered
it made her feel, like an ensign in the Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force.
Everyone was jotting down math-related notes except for Hisa. Her gaze drifted from the window to Ichiro Shimizu in the second row of desks, with a shock of spiky dark hair and various tattoos lurking beneath his blue blazer. She had a kinky tryst with Ichiro last week at his apartment near the Oji Shrine. Tying that bad boy to a steel gym rack, whipping his dick raw with her rolled-up skirt, and fucking him hard while hanging from the pull-up bar with her legs wrapped around his waist.
But she was already moving on from Ichiro. Eager to find a new kinky playmate. Older men turned her on much more than college guys. Hisa loved flirting with big-shot businessmen at The Pink Rabbit Hostess Club. A bunch of high rollers from all over the world with a fetish for young japanese females; inspired by all those absurd anime chicks with giant eyeballs and lightning for hair. She flirted with many corporate clowns, and had wild sex with some of them in nearby hotel rooms. That was against the club rules, but she was good at keeping secrets.
Mister Kimura yammered on about quadratic equations while drawing lots of numbers and symbols on the blackboard. Hisa surreptitiously turned twenty pages forward in her textbook, where a BDSM hentai manga was carefully concealed.
Kinky Kokorro #1
by Riku Date. A standard isekai story about a medieval Japanese courtesan who timewarps to 2023 Tokyo and becomes the private sex slave of an otaku manga artist.
Hisa tilted her textbook at a fifty degree angle so the professor couldn't see what she was really "reading." Opening to page twelve, she saw Kokorro Ejiri in all her amazing naked glory in an Edo dungeon in the year 1600. Getting chained and locked to a steel bondage rack by her samurai master, Denji Tanaka. Her face was painted like a medieval geisha, with her long black hair elaborately woven atop her head, fastened with bamboo twigs and yellow ribbons that symbolized the sun. Huge tits, flat belly, wide hips, and a shaved pussy that dripped with erotic anticipation.
Kokorro got nicely dominated over the next five manga panels. Denji grabbed a long leather riding crop and whipped her tits nice and hard, leaving several pink marks on her pale asian flesh. Denji's dick swelled to a full six inches as he kept swinging that crop downward, soon reaching her hairy pussy. A naughty grin broke through Hisa's studious poker face, recalling her own real-life kinky adventures. Kokorro's face crinkled with masochistic pleasure as her master whipped her wet twat over and over and over, until she cried out her two safe words: ้งใฎๆป (misty waterfall.) Hisa got real horny looking at all the tiny swirling pencil lines that gave the illusion of movement. She could almost hear and feel the fleshy smacking sound of Denji's leather crop striking the heart-shaped ass of his slave.
Over the next few issues of the hentai, Kokorro would get kidnapped by grand wizard Abe no Seimei, who would use the magic power of the cosmic white fox during a solar eclipse to open a time portal. Banishing her from 1600 to serve a new geeky otaku master in 2023, long after the city of Edo changed its name to Tokyo. Culture clash humor at its finest, with lots of public sex. Tying her up and knocking her up in every location imaginable, but somehow never getting arrested.
Hisa was submissive most of the time with her kinky sex partners, but on the few occasions when she roleplayed a dominatrix, she went all out. Making those macho alpha males cry for their mommies. She had a big crush on Professor Kimura too, and he obviously had one on her, sneaking many peeks at her cute girlish face and big womanly tits during his math lessons. She pictured him naked as he drew more equations on the blackboard; using a meter-long ruler to make a graph of the complex roots of
y = ax
2
+ bx + c.
Then she pictured herself naked, down on her knees on the linoleum floor, sucking his cock with her usual gusto. Her pussy buzzed intensely. She slouched down on her desk chair and licked her lips, flushed with overpowering arousal. Her imagination tended to run away with her, far too often.
Mister Kimura noticed her big change in demeanor, and he kept his eyes locked on her face while discussing Cartesian planes. Hisa slowly spread her legs until her pink panties were on full display to her math teacher. He stuttered awkwardly. She batted her long false eyelashes and bit her pink-painted fingernails with clear eroticism.
"Ahem. As I was saying, the resulting parabola is rotated 180
o
around the vertex, and its
x
-intercepts are..."
The next ten minutes crawled by painfully slow. She fantasized about fucking him in the reverse cowgirl position on top of his desk. Her panties got wetter and wetter while picturing him tying her to the legs of his desk and whipping her nice and hard on the floor with a riding crop, at least twenty times. She'd done a lot of crazy slutty shit ever since her eighteenth birthday, but she hadn't gone crazy enough to go to jail or get someone fired from their job. Her parents raised her to be a good girl, and that was the only thing holding her back.
The more she fantasized, the more she had to make it happen. One last crazy fling before she graduated and faced the harsh reality of the "real world" with a meager art degree.
The class finally ended. The other students eagerly stuffed their textbooks back in their knapsacks, racing out of Takeshita College to savor a perfect spring evening in trendy Tokyo. Hisa remained seated at her desk until only Professor Kimura remained, wiping all that quadratic mumbo-jumbo off the blackboard. She licked her lips eagerly while packing her knapsack, plucking up plenty of courage. He turned around and noticed her smiling at him. He returned her naughty grin with interest. She slowly ambled toward his desk, swaying her hips, ruffling her blue dress, and tossing her pink pigtails.
"Hey there, Professor," she uttered girlishly.
"Hey there, Miss Yamada," he replied with a sly grin. "Do you have a question about today's lesson?"
"No. I wasn't really paying attention today. I was daydreaming about my night job as a hostess at ใใณใฏใฉใใใใญใฃใใฏใฉ, and reading a dirty hentai."
His eyes grew wide with keen interest. "A dirty hentai, eh?"
"Uh-
huh.
Wanna see it?"
"Sure, I love reading those too. A harmless guilty pleasure."
Hisa loved using the element of surprise; quickly disarming men with her spontaneous pseudo-punk charms. She pulled ๅคๆ ใณใณใญout of her knapsack, opened it to the part where Kokorro got nipple and pussy-clamped while bound and gagged on a circular hamster wheel-type platform, and showed it to her math professor. Pleasant arousal was quite evident on his ruggedly handsome middle-aged face as he browsed through several pages.
"Oooh. Ah, yes.
Kinky Kokorro
is really well-drawn, with clever dialogue. You have good taste, Hisa."
Calling his student by her first name sent a delightful flare of desire racing between her legs. "I sure do... Professor Kimura," she replied, not knowing his first name.
"You're a pretty good artist yourself. I've seen your drawings and paintings posted on the walls in the art department, and your, uh...
other
stuff on the internet."
"Thanks. I'm good at lots of other genres besides hentai. But that's what I'll do to pay the bills after I graduate from here."
"Good luck. The porn industry is really crowded."
"Hey, I've got some brand new sketches in my knapsack. Wanna see 'em?"
"Of course. I always love a sneak preview."
Hisa giggled naughtily as she pulled out a manila folder full of XXX BDSM colored pencil sketches. The first one that she put on his desk depicted a blue-haired female boot camp recruit in the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force. She was stripped nude, ball-gagged, and tied to a cherry tree in full blossom. Eight male recruits surrounded the tree in camouflage uniforms, holding bullwhips and flogging canes, laughing at her demeaning state of bondage.
"Wow, that's hot," Mister Kimura murmured pleasantly. "Much better than the slapdash junk they publish in Taboo Illustrated."
"Thanks. But it gets a lot hotter than that."
She put four more pieces of paper on his desk. The first one featured that same woman as a full-on dominatrix, wearing a skimpy leather strap harness that left her DDD tits and Brazilian-waxed pussy fully exposed. She stood next to a naked man who was fastened by metal clamps to a horizontal bondage platform; whipping his erect foot-long penis with a leather riding crop.
The second paper showed the same dominatrix fucking the same bound submissive man in the cowgirl position; working her clit with one hand and holding a pink dildo inside her mouth with the other. Chugging a fake dick while pounding a real one.
The third paper returned that lady to her submissive boot camp role, with her ankles tied together and her arms tied above her head to a cherry tree branch. Those macho male recruits whipped and flogged the shit out of her, as she shouted: "ใใ,ใใใ ใญ! ้ปๆๆฆใๅใใใฎใๅคงๅฅฝใใงใ!" (Oh god, yes! I love getting the blitzkrieg treatment from burly Japanese soldiers!)
In the final paper, she was down on her knees with her hands tied to her ankles behind her back. Her nude body was riddled with cane and whip marks. Eight soldiers gathered around her in a standard circle-jerk formation, blasting her face and tits with military-grade cum. A hot bukkake in the country that invented bukkakes. One of the soldiers remarked: "้ปๆๆฆใชใใฆใฉใใ ใใใฎใตใใ ใใชๅ ค้ฒ๏ผ(How's
that
for a blitzkrieg, you slutty boot camp dyke!)
"Awww
damn,
Hisa. You're getting me so horny with this kinky shit."
"I never thought a teacher would say that to me," Hisa giggled. She picked up the pages and put them back in her knapsack, noticing a big erection pushing against his blue pants.
"I love the body piercings on that busty hentai lady. So many girls have piercings and tattoos nowadays. That used to be a symbol of rebellion, but now it's just like, 'whatever.'"
"I've got those same piercings and tatts beneath this sailor girl outfit."
She was going mad with desire. She simply
had
to have him. Right here, right now, no matter how high the risk. She took a deep throaty breath and took a few steps closer to him, tossing her pink pigtails and batting her long false eyelashes.
"Wanna see 'em?" she uttered seductively, pointing at her tits and pussy, below that cute Sailor Moon outfit.
Mister Kimura laughed incredulously, slumping back in his chair in disbelief, but clearly interested. "Holy fucking shit."
"I know you
want
to. You've been eye-fucking me every day in here."
"So has everyone else."
"But you're the one I want, baby. Right
now."
He laughed louder, craning his head toward the fluorescent ceiling lights. "Can I trust you, Hisa? Or are you one of those anti-men #MeToo bitches who set up traps to get guys fired from their jobs?"
"Hell no, I'm not one of those bitches with an 'agenda
