Chapter 1 - A very mature conversation

Korra stood in the doorway of the principal’s office of Four Elements Academy, hips cocked. “You wanted to see me, principal?”

“I sure did,” chuckled the fat, middle-aged man. He looked at her greedily as he beckoned her into his office. “We need to talk. Close the door and take a seat.”

Korra sat on the arm of a chair, her arms folded. As a senior, not to mention a star athlete, she was hardly intimidated by the principal. Graduating soon, there was nothing real he could do to her transcript, and she could suplex him one-on-one.

She had a good idea as to why he had called her in. The senior prank had gone a little far this year. What had started as an attempt to get the principal’s car onto the roof had gone awry and ended up with his car totaled and having to be towed out of the river. Still, he couldn’t actually prove she was there, and what was he going to do, give her detention?

“Have you given any thought to what you’ll do after graduation?” he asked.

“College,” she shrugged. “The Olympics. Whatever.”

His smile broadened into a leer. “A fine future ahead of you. Tell me, has the Olympic committee changed their rule on same-sex relationships?”

Her posture changed. “W-what rule?”

“The rule that athletes in same-sex relationships can’t compete. I didn’t hear anything about them updating that rule. If they found out that an athlete was in a same-sex relationship, they’d be disqualified and have any medals revoked.”

This was, of course, extremely untrue. On the other hand, he seriously doubted that Korra had ever cracked a book once in her four years at his high school. Of all the arrogant, careless girls who had passed through the esteemed halls of Four Elements Academy, Korra’s outsized level of disrespect was only matched by her disproportionately large knockers. Watching those gravity-defying chest balloons go past every day on her way to class or the gym or field had been pure torture. Add in the shapely hips, thick thighs, and round ass, and just being in the same room as Korra would have been enough to tempt a eunuch.

Not that he would ever have been tempted to make a move on one of his students. That would have been an abuse of his authority. So he tolerated her lip and her attitude and tried to keep his eyes from lingering too long on her tits whenever he saw her. And yeah, he jacked off furiously every morning and every night looking at pictures of her posing with her trophies or hanging out with her friends, but he had been jacking off to his students for years, that was nothing new, even if he came a lot harder thinking about Korra and needed to jerk off twice as often ever since she started attending his school.

But that was all before they’d dropped his car off the roof and left it in the river. The expenses were out of this world, and insurance wasn’t covering it because they said there was no clause for student pranks.

So yeah, he was a little upset. In fact, he was so stressed out that he hadn’t been able to jerk off since it happened over a week ago.

He slid a photo across his desk. Korra picked it up. He grinned as her jaw dropped and her face turned white. 

“Where did you get this?” she demanded.

He shrugged and leaned back in his chair. It was a copy of one of the pictures he had taken of her and Asami in the locker room together after school. This one happened to show Korra’s face in a rictus of pleasure with Asami’s face buried between her thighs. “It’s my job to know what goes on in my school. This hardly seems like appropriate behavior. Now, I’m a reasonable man, and I hardly intend to discipline you and Ms. Sato for your indiscretion. However, the Olympic committee may feel differently…if these photos were to fall into their hands.”

“Asshole.”

“Watch your mouth, Korra. I can still give you detention.”

“What do you want?”

He frowned, as if he had never considered wanting anything from her. “What do you mean?”

“You’re threatening to blackmail me.”

He chuckled. “I’m not threatening you at all. I’m telling you that I’m a very busy man, and sometimes I have trouble keeping track of all of my files. I have a lot of students, and I don’t always remember them all. If I happen to misplace something, who knows whose hands it’ll end up in?”

She got up and leaned over his desk, knuckles on the wood. “How about I knock the shit out of you?”

“Then I might be so dazed that I forget where the rest of the pictures are and where I shouldn’t be mailing them to.”

She glared at him for another minute. When he just grinned up at her, she sat back in a defeated huff. “I’m sorry about the car, okay?”

“And I believe you’re incredibly sincere about that,” he said. “But I’d like to make sure you’re sorry. Go out and tell my secretary I’m not to be disturbed for the rest of the day. Then get your ass back in here.”

She stared at him for a long moment, jaw clenched, then went out, did as she was told, and came back. He stood up, walked over to her, eyes roaming up and down her body, and placed his hands on her tits.

Her fists balled. “Nuh-uh,” he tutted. She glared at him, her face red and her eyes furious, but managed to hold her fists in check.

He squeezed her tits. Holy shit, they felt amazing, even through her shirt. They were firm and bounce and soft and yielding all at the same time. He dug his fingers in and squeezed them like water balloons. He squished them together with his palms. He rubbed them around in circles, bounced them up and down, and batted them back and forth like they were carnival toys.

“Had your fun yet?” she grimaced.

“Just getting started,” he said, moving down to the nipples, rubbing and squeezing and rolling them between his fingers. He noticed her body twitch. “Oh, you like this?”

“Just trying not to beat your head in.”

“You can beat me off later. Take your shirt off.”

The look she gave him could kill, but she took her top off. He gawked at the sight of her breasts heaving with anger, barely constrained even by the tight sports bra she wore. He lunged forward, shoving his face into her cleavage, licking and slurping like an animal.

“You’re disgusting!” She cringed at the feeling of his tongue sliding in between her breasts, leaving a coating of drool there. He ignored her, just slobbering like a starving dog. 

Finally he pulled away, sweaty-faced and panting. “Bra too,” he demanded. 

“Hell no—”

He ripped his bra off of her with both hands in a single powerful yank. She yelped and stumbled forward, her chest falling right into his hands. If he’d been an animal before, he was feral now as her naked tits spilled over in his hands and between his fingers. His tongue circled a nipple and drew it into his mouth, sucking hard, while his hands roamed all over her chest, marveling at the creamy brown skin and the way it wobbled and deformed between his fingers. He pulled both of her fat mocha-skinned udders up around his head, slobbering and covering them with drool. 

Korra couldn’t believe this was happening. She was about to graduate, it had been one mostly harmless prank, and she was gay, for crying out loud. How had she ended up in a situation where the principal was sucking on her tits like there was milk inside?

She couldn’t take the feeling of his hands and tongue squirming around on her breasts, nor the icky sensation of his drool soaking her skin and dribbling down her chest. She tried to pry him off of her, but he grabbed her wrists and forced them back before taking hold of her tits again and squeezing them so hard that she groaned. Despite being a pudgy older guy, his arms were thick with muscle under all that fat, his hairy forearms bulging, his grip like steel.

He finally pulled his face out from between her fuckmelons, still squeezing and bouncing them. Hard as a rock, he could feel his bulge pushing through his pants. “Get over here, slut,” he demanded, yanking her forward by the tits behind his desk. He sat in his chair. “Knees,” he ordered, unbuckling his pants and letting them drop to his ankles. His erect cock pointed up stiffly.

She stared at it like she had never seen one. “I-I’m not going to—”

“Graduate?” he interrupted. “Achieve anything in life? Talking back and questioning your superiors is part of what got you into this situation. The time to think through the consequences of your actions is past. Time to put your busty tits to work.”

“You can’t seriously expect me to wank you off with my tits!”

He grabbed her hair and yanked her forward so that her face was pressed up against the shaft of his cock, letting her feel just how hard it was. He’d never been more erect in his life. His cock was so hard that it hurt. “What should I expect you to wank me off with, whore? Your mouth? Your fat brown ass? I can bend you over this desk right now.”

She opened her mouth to say something. He slapped her. “Time’s a-wasting, slut. Your fuckpillows need to be on my cock right now.”

He stared down in amazement as she actually lifted her boobs up and settled them around his cock. Despite his six and a half inches, his shaft was swallowed up entirely as the firm, creamy flesh squished against his cock, folding smoothly around it like a pair of soft, dick-hugging beanbags. She stroked up once, and he groaned. Her tits were so firm that they were threatening to squeeze the cum right out of him, yet so warm and so soft that it was like being jerked off by a pair of freshly cleaned pillows. He watched the head of cock appear and disappear out of the top of her cleavage as she gave him the rubdown he had been dreaming of ever since she’d stepped into his school.

Hottest of all was the look on her face: resentment, impatience, and the sting of humiliation in her eyes. Just delicious. He was so looking forward to cumming all over her haughty expression.

Just the way her hands were clenched around her boobs was exciting. The Korra was finally on her knees, pleasuring his cock like she owed him money. 

Which she did.

“Lick the head,” he ordered. To his glee, she obeyed, extended her pink tongue sullenly and letting it lap the head of his cock every time it appeared out from under the warm fuck-blanket of her breasts. Her humiliated look nearly made him cum right then. He knew she was plotting to find out where the rest of the photos were and then beat the shit out of him. 

He had a plan too. “Say you love my cock.” She glared at him. “It’ll make me cum faster.”

“I love your cock,” she muttered, licking the tip.

“Go on,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. “I couldn’t wait to wrap my big fucking tits around your throbbing hard cock. I want to suck your cock and swallow your cum. I love jerking off random guys with my boobs.”

“Thank you, slut,” he said. He indicated the computer on his desk, the monitor up, a green light indicated on the top. “The webcam appreciated that as well.”

Her eyes widened. She shot him a furious look. “You—”

“Won’t be releasing a video of this if you do your job,” he smirked. “I don’t know, do you think millions of people watching you give a titjob on the Internet could interfere with your future?”

“Bastard!”

“Sir,” he corrected.

Oh, the look she gave him was sweet. “Sir,” she finally said.

“Good whore. Squeeze your tits around my cock some more.”

She did. He groaned at the warm, soft feeling of her firm titflesh squishing and squeezing against his cock. His cock was harder than steel, throbbing insistently between her boobs. “Stick your tongue out,” he ordered, “make a real slutty face.”

She stuck her tongue out hesitantly just as her boobs pressed tightly around him. He exploded all over her face, cum erupting out of his backed-up cock like a geyser. Korra shrieked in surprise as hot streaks of cum jetted over her face, landing in thick ropes on her cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, and tongue. “Gah!” she said, spitting at the taste in her mouth. He kept cumming, leaving thick globs of white spunk all over her face, strands of it in her hair, and thick puddles of nutslime all over her breasts. When he pulled out of the warm embrace of her tits to spray the finally few ropes directly onto her face, making her shut her eyes as cum splattered her eyelids, he noticed a thick layer of cum between her tits, marking the excellent job she had done.

“Towel,” she coughed, holding out her hand. He handed her her shirt off the floor. She wiped her face clean of cum, only to notice what she had used to do it. “Asshole!” she shouted, throwing the shirt at him. “What am I supposed to wear now?”

That didn’t seem like his problem. “You could get a free ride home if you go out topless.”

“Fuck you.” She looked down at the slime on and between her tits. “This is so gross! You’re disgusting. You look like a pig and you fuck like one too.”

“You talk like you want a dick in your ass.”

She glanced at him nervously. “W-whatever. We’re even now. Give me a jacket. I’m going home.”

“Even?” he frowned. “That car cost $50,000. A decent titjob from a whore is maybe $50, and you’re not even good at it.” He took a package of condoms out from the drawer in his desk and started rolling one over his cock.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“Getting my money’s worth. You’re not going home yet.” He grabbed her under her arms and yanked her up and slammed her forward onto the desk, her melon tits cushioning her fall.

“Get off of me, you bastard!” she snarled. He yanked her pants down, exposing her thick brown ass, and pinned her chest down against the wooden surface, gathering her arms up and folding them behind her back. He gripped her wrists together tightly in one hand, the other pressing her face down on the desk, squishing her cheek against it so that he could see her one furious eye glaring at him.

“Play nice and I’ll fuck your cunt instead of your ass,” he promised.

“Fuck you!”

“Ass it is.” He hit record again on the webcam. The green light blinked on. Still pinning her wrists down against the small of her back with one meaty hand, he slapped her ass hard with the other. She lifted her head to yell, and he grabbed the base of her ponytail, yanking her head into position to stare right into the webcam just as he shoved his cock inside her ass.

She screamed, but he was in heaven. Her ass was warm and tight and squeezing him. Hands on her wrists and hair, the dual grip let him slam into her, yanking her back tight against him with each thrust, pulling her back and forth like the cumdump she was. 

“Stop—UNGH!—fucking—EEK!—my—OOOGH!—ass—GUH!” she begged, each thrust driving the air out of her lungs and making her moan like a bitch.

He was inclined to do no such thing. Bitch owed him money. He slapped her ass again, then undid her ponytail, tangling his fingers in the thick brown mass of her hair. He yanked, making her back bend underneath him. He groaned, marveling at the way her ass jiggled with each thrust, his hips smacking them, balls pummeling her cunt and coming away wet. Hell yes. “You fuck pretty good for a dyke!

“NNGH! Shut GGNNH! up UGH!”

He fucked her ass for a few more minutes, feeling it squeeze around him, working on his shaft through the condom like a fucking heat press. “Tell the camera how much you love being my bitch.”

“FUCK NNGH YOUUU—”

With her mouth open, he reached both hands around to her face and hooked his index and middle fingers into her mouth, stretching her cheeks wide open. His thumbs meanwhile pressed against the outside corners of her eyes, pulling them out so that her eyes were wide-open and stupid looking.

“HLLLNGGH!” she roared furiously. He busted hard, spilling his cum into the condom, so much that she could feel the impact against the walls of her ass. He kept thrusting, staying buried deep inside of her until the condom was practically an inflated balloon inside her ass. When he pulled out, he had to grip the base and tug to make the semen-filled rubber exit her tight asshole.

Korra collapsed onto her knees on the ground as soon as he released her. She was breathing hard, her cheeks flushed and her hair a matted mess around her face. She’d never had her ass fucked before, and now her buttcheeks were quivering, her cunt aching from where his balls had smacked her repeatedly. She turned her head up to him. “You…piece of….”

Before she could finish, he upended the condom onto her head. A small waterfall of cum splashed onto the top of her head, soaking into her hair. While it oozed down to her scalp, he smeared it around in her hair with his hand until his fingers were slimy with goo and then slapped her across the face with his cum-sticky hand, rubbing his spermy palm and fingers all over her face in a second facial to replace the one she had wiped off with her own shirt.

Jaw clenched and gritting her teeth, she waited until he was done, blinking sullenly at him when he pulled his hand away and turned off the webcam. “We’re done here,” she said, though he noticed she didn’t quite dare to make eye contact with him. “You’ll keep those photos a secret and never say another word about the car.”

He chuckled. “Korra, that assfuck was worth $500 at the most. You’ll be paying off that car all summer. Now wash up, put your shirt back on, and get the fuck out of my office.” He had a video to upload to the Internet. Korra was going to make him the money back, one way or another.