Chapter 10 - Asami!!!

Korra groaned as she read the newspapers the next day. Her interview was on the front page, with pictures of her bent over the podium, her face in obvious ecstasy. There was an editorial criticizing her slutty talk, saying she was an embarrassment to Republic City and to the line of the Avatar, and an editorial saying she would obviously be biased against non-benders, and an editorial talking about how nice her tits were. There was also an interview with a sailor whose picture Korra recognized. He had been on the boat that had taken her to Republic City, and he agreed that the Avatar was a cock-hungry slut with a cunt that had been filled with more cocks than most women ever saw in their lives. In regards to how he would rate her pussy, he at least answered “5/5,” which was nice.

She heard Amon talking about her interview during a break during pro bending practice.

“All benders are whores,” he said. “Their constant fucking fucks our society. When they fuck, we are fucked. So let’s fuck them.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Mako told her. “We still need a sponsor for the tournament. Come to Hiroshi Sato’s house with me after practice. He might fund us if he meets you.”

So Korra went with Mako to the biggest, fanciest house she had ever seen. A butler greeted them at the door and let them into a room bigger and more expensive than most people’s houses. Soon after Asami came down the stairs in a red and black outfit with a skirt and boots that somehow managed to look practical and fashionable. Korra did her best to tear her eyes away and mostly failed as Asami bounded up to them excitedly. She wrapped Mako in a hug and kissed him, then smiled at Korra.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” she said, taking her hand. Asami’s skin was soft and smooth and pale, and just touching it felt electric. “You should come upstairs and meet Daddy.”

“Daddy?” Mako said as Asami led them up the stairs. “What are you, five years old?”

“Mako!” She slapped him playfully across the chest. “Korra doesn’t mind, right, Korra?”

Korra blinked, startled, she had been thinking about Asami slapping her across the chest. “Uh, yeah, my dad has me call him Daddy. Uh…only some of the time though.”

“Like what times?”

“Uh…say, is that your dad?”

“It is!” said the man, heavyset yet powerfully built with impressive facial hair and glasses. “My name is Hiroshi Sato. I’m Asami’s father, and also the owner of Future Industries.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Korra shook his hand. “You have a very pretty daughter.”

“I agree,” he said, while Asami coughed and blushed. “As the Avatar and a member of the pro bending team I might sponsor, I would like to get to know you a little better. Perhaps you could walk with me for a bit?”

“Sure,” Korra said.

“Have fun!” Asami said.

Sato led her down a long hallway. To her surprise, he didn’t pin her against a wall and start molesting her. Instead he actually wanted to talk, although he still glanced at her boobs every now and then like every guy in the world did. Except Tenzin, but he didn’t count.

“You see, I grew up poor and my parents died when I was young,” he explained as they walked along. “By working hard and innovating, I made a fortune in technology. So I admire the youthful spirits of you and your teammates working hard to achieve something great.”

“Thank you.”

“I am especially pleased to meet you, Avatar Korra, because the city is not right these days. Revolution, our women being violated in the streets…someone has to put a stop to it. I’m worried for my daughter, Asami…she is beautiful, and if something were to happen to her….” He removed his glasses seriously. “My wife…her mother, the love of my life, was raped to death by benders. Asami is her spitting image. I can’t let the same happen to her.”

“I’ll do my best,” Korra said. She didn’t want anything like that to happen to Asami either, but the Equalists frightened her.

“Thank you. Now, about how my company was formed….”

Korra only half-listened as they walked, growing increasingly curious about a single question. Hiroshi Sato was rich and famous. He should have been able to marry anyone he wanted, yet it seemed that after the death of his wife he had had no sex life at all.

“Don’t you get horny?” Korra blurted. “I mean, I know guys need relief every now and then.”

He looked at her in surprise, then coughed and stammered awkwardly. “Well, ever since my wife died, I haven’t really…I, uh….” He glanced at Korra’s breasts again. “I don’t really…do…that….”

“Your wife was really beautiful, huh?

He nodded.

“Then why don’t you fuck Asami?” Korra said curiously. “I bet she would if you asked.”

He jerked back in shock. “Well, she’s my daughter! Most fathers don’t have sex with their daughters.”

“They don’t?” Korra said in surprise.

“She is quite beautiful,” Sato admitted, looking flustered and suddenly out of breath. “But I haven’t…though she looks like her mother…such thoughts are quite inappropriate. Yes. Ahem. Moving on….”

“Do you think you’re going to sponsor us?” Korra asked.

He dabbed at his brow with a cloth. “Uh…oh, yes, we were discussing that. Business can wait, perhaps you should go play with Asami, we have a swimming pool, I just need to, uh, dry off. Excuse me.”

Korra shrugged and turned to find Mako and Asami. She finally heard slurping noises and followed them to a room where she saw Asami on her knees in front of Mako, her beautiful black hair around her shoulders and her perfect red lips around his cock. Korra felt an irrational wave of jealousy as Mako groaned and tensed, spurting inside her as Asami unmistakably swallowed his load.

“Uh, hey,” Korra said.

“Oh, hey Korra!” Asami jumped up, wiping off her mouth, her face faintly red with embarrassment. Mako looked to be dozing now, his head slumped against the wall. “Uh, Mako and I were just talking. What did Daddy say?”

Korra shrugged. “He’s still thinking it over. Said you guys had a pool or something.”

“Yeah, let’s go swimming,” Asami said. “Korra, do you have something to change into?” Korra shook her head. “Then you can come change with me.” 

Korra awkwardly followed Asami into her room and tried not to notice the extremely comfortable-looking bed behind her or Asami casually stripping off her clothes in front of her. Asami’s pink flesh and firm, round breasts absorbed her attention.

“Korra? Aren’t you going to change too?”

“Huh? Oh…yeah.” Korra removed her clothes uncomfortably. She was usually never embarrassed to be naked, but Asami made her feel exposed somehow.

Asami stood way too close to her, frowning at her large breasts. “I’m not sure I have something that fits you.”

Korra covered herself with her arms. “That’s all right, I can just watch.”

“Don’t be silly,” Asami laughed. “Here, I know.”

Korra gasped as Asami pulled her arms away from her body, exposing her once more. Asami’s judgmental, possessing gaze felt like heat on her naked skin.

“A-Asami,” Korra said nervously, “I think I should tell you, just so you know, I’m not a lesbian.”

“Oh?” Asami touched Korra’s sternum at the base of her neck, her fingers like fire on her skin. “Turn around and bend over.”

“W-What?”

“Turn around. And bend over.”

Korra found herself obeying before her mind fully registered. She turned around and placed her hands on the bed, bending over so her hips were in the air.

She shuddered with excitement as Asami’s fingers brushed her left butt cheek for a moment. “I have a way of finding out if you’re interested in women, Korra.”

“Uh, uh, what’s that?”

“Shh, shh.” Asami’s hands were on her hips, standing right behind her. If she were a guy Korra would be expecting to feel something hard penetrating her folds in a moment. 

“It’s very simple,” Asami said. “I’m going to feel down here to see if you’re wet.”

“N-Not with your fingers in?”

“Of course with my fingers in, silly. If you’re not wet, you’re not into women.”

“And if I am w-wet?”

Asami didn’t answer. Korra could feel her smile burning her back.

She stiffened suddenly. Asami’s fingers were pressed against her folds. Korra shivered and clutched the bedsheets, painfully aware of how wet she was.

“Hold on tight,” Asami giggled, and penetrated her. Korra gasped and shut her eyes, her hips wiggling reflexively as she felt Asami’s finger inside her. “Do you like this?”

Korra bit her lip and didn’t answer.

“Say, ‘I like this, Mistress Asami.’”

“I like this, Mistress Asami.”

“Good girl.”

The way she said it made Korra shiver in anticipation.

Then, all too soon, it was over. Asami pulled her fingers out with a wet noise. Face burning red, Korra turned and saw Asami grinning at her, evidence of Korra’s lust dripping down her fingers.

“You’re wet,” she announced.

“What happens now?” Korra mumbled.

“We go swimming, of course!”

Asami made Korra change into a one-piece blue swim suit that was far too tight around her chest. She waddled out to the swimming pool and quickly dived in, hiding her body beneath the water. Mako lounged in the deep end with Asami, who was wearing a red one-piece that showed off a voluptuous figure that made Korra’s face hot enough to boil the water.

They teased and splashed each other, though Korra noticed Asami looking her way every now and then with a hungry gaze. She kept to her own end and tried to keep her legs from rubbing together.

“Korra, come play with us!” Asami said suddenly, and swam over and grabbed Korra. She pushed her against the pool wall, her breasts squeezing against Korra’s. “I really liked watching you pro bend. Isn’t she good, Mako?”

“She’s okay,” Mako said.

“Was it hard getting fucked in front of everyone like that? I would have been soooo embarrassed!”

Korra tried not to melt into the water as Asami’s body squeezed against hers. “I-I’m p-pretty used to it, actually.”

“I saved all the pictures from the newspaper,” Asami said. “Do you want to see them? You looked really good being fucked on your knees. And when you had that cock in your mouth, I was really impressed!”

“Thanks, Asami.”

Asami smiled. She wrapped her hands around the back of Korra’s neck, her fingers in the Avatar’s dark hair. “You have very pretty hair, Korra.”

“T-Thanks.”

Asami looked at her for a moment, then giggled and pushed her head underwater playfully. Mako watched the two hot girls he fucked regularly wrestle and play in the water and casually shot a load into the pool.

When they were drying off, Asami leaned over to Korra and whispered, “Do you like cars?”

“Huh?”

“Cars. Do you want to ride in one?”

Korra shrugged. “Sure.”

Grinning, Asami took Korra by the wrist and led her to a long, shiny Satomobile. Inside the backseat was softly cushioned, and it smelled like leather and perfume.

“Don’t you have to be in the front to drive?” Korra said as Asami pushed her into the back and then followed in herself.

“You do,” Asami said as she scooted closer. “But I’m taking you for a ride.”

Korra’s protest was silenced by Asami’s lips on hers. Her lips were soft and slightly damp, the kiss itself electric. Korra found herself kissing back, her hips opening up. Asami leaned forward, rising up, one hand wrapping around the back of Korra’s neck and the other sliding down her arm.

“Guh,” Korra gasped when their lips parted, only for Asami to lunge forward again, their lips meeting, the tips of their tongues touching. Asami’s weight bore down on her, and Korra was gradually smushed against the backseat and car door. She awkwardly hooked one leg around Asami’s waist, and the other fell off the seat.

Asami dipped her tongue into Korra’s mouth, probing and licking the roof of her mouth. Their tongues twisted, coiled and pressed against each other. Korra swallowed Asami’s saliva with an audible gulp. They drew back from each other panting, Asami on top and Korra gazing up at her with lusty eyes.

“What are you doing?” Korra said throatily. 

Asami just giggled and peeled off Korra’s swimsuit. Korra wriggled out of it, and then watched in amazement as Asami stripped too, her perfect pale skin looked amazing against the dark leather seat.

“Come here,” Asami said, and pulled Korra into another kiss.

Their lips met, and then Asami dipped down to Korra’s chin, pecking it, then pressing her lips on her neck and trailing down to her shoulder in kisses that burned where her lips touched. She gnawed on Korra’s soft brown skin until she pinched her nipple between her teeth. She bit and pulled, and the Avatar groaned beneath her and thrust her chest out.

Korra gasped. Asami’s hands were on her hips, squaring them up with hers, and then they were running down her thighs, making her legs shake, and squeezing her knees. Korra lifted her legs up as Asami’s fingers danced up her body the opposite way they had come, tickling along her stomach and brushing past her breasts to squeeze her face in both hands and pull her into another kiss. 

Asami was on her neck, her lips, biting her earlobe and blowing hot air into her ear. Korra moaned and fell back against the seat, one leg hooking over the backrest. Her pussy was leaking and clenching greedily around nothing. She felt fingers touch her there and grabbed the seat, shifting her hips up and out to meet the pair of fingers sliding up her cunt. They pushed deep and curl inside her, Asami’s mouth around Korra’s left nipple, and Korra felt herself beginning to cum.

“Not so fast,” Asami said and withdrew her fingers. Korra whined, but Asami pressed her wet fingers into the Avatar’s mouth. Korra tasted her salty pussydrool and sucked it off obediently, staring at the sultry rich girl with wide eyes. Asami shimmied her hips on top of Korra’s. They both threw their heads back as their pussylips met, quivering and squelching against each other as Asami began to rub and grind on Korra.

It didn’t take long before the car was full of the sounds of two girls moaning together as their bodies, slick with sweat, rubbed over each other’s. Asami rode Korra, sliming their oozing pussies together and squeezing Korra’s breasts for grip as much as pleasure. Electricity shot through the slutty Avatar’s body every time their clits touched, making both of them shake with impending orgasms.

Korra came first. “Ohhhh fuck me, Asami!” she moaned as her hips spasmed. Her quivering pussy spurted onto Asami’s as the raven-haired beauty came as well. Their cunts rubbed together as the two girls shoved their hips together, then collapsed, Asami’s body sprawled on Korra’s over the backseat. They lay like that, pale flesh on brown, sweat mingling as they both recovered, panting for breath. Finally Asami chuckled and kissed Korra’s sweat-covered brow. “You’re a cute bottom, you know that?

Korra laughed and wrapped her arms around Asami’s back. Their legs slid and wrapped together. Minutes passed with them sighing and licking the sweat off each other’s bodies, until they heard the crunch of shoes on the ground coming toward them.

“Asami?” Sato’s voice said. “Honey, where are y—”

He pulled the door open and stared in shock at the sight of his naked daughter resting on the equally nude Avatar, an embarrassed smile on her face. He stuttered and stumbled over an apology, the words caught in his throat. Korra just giggled and reached and undid his pants upside-down. Sato stood frozen in paralyzed horror as the Avatar fished his hardening cock out. Both she and Asami stared at his erect tool. Sato shut his eyes in shame, and then groaned as he felt a soft, warm tongue drag along the underside of his cock. A moment later another tongue joined along the top o fhis shaft. He came groaning on his daughter’s face.


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Korra sucked Sato’s cock under the desk while Mako finalized the agreements. She could feel his balls twitching and cock throbbing. He was about to cum.

“All right, we’re done, thanks a lot, Mr. Sato,” Mako said, getting up to leave.

“Mm?” Korra plopped Sato’s cock out of her mouth and got out from under the desk. “Okay, I’m coming.” 

Sato groaned in frustration. “But…but….”

“Korra, come with me a minute, will you?” Asami said, following the Avatar out the room. Sato stared at his daughter’s tight butt swaying as she exited.

“No,” he told himself, slapping his face. “I need a cold shower.”