Chapter 2 - House Call

Korra was dreading school the next day. 

“Is something wrong?” Mom asked, noticing that she wasn’t eating. 

“Just thinking about the tournament next month.”

“Don’t let it get to you.” Mom looked a lot like Korra, just a bit older and with wider hips. Otherwise, they both had the same thick brown hair, bright blue eyes, and fat honking tits. Korra made a face as Mom leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Have a good day at school.”

Delaying would only make it worse. Korra got dressed in her usual athletic gear, wearing tight athletic pants and a blue tank top with the school’s name emblazoned on the chest that she was able to get away with because she was on the wrestling team.

She was expecting stares and murmurs. But as she joined the flood of students through the doors into the school building, no one seemed to pay her much attention. Which was to say, more than a few boys—and girls—were staring, though not at her eyes, but she was used to that.

Korra knew she was attractive. She’d have to be blind to miss it, since people’s eyes were often glued to her at school and on the street like magnets to a refrigerator. A few inches taller than the average high school girl, her straight-backed posture and confident, athletic stance made her stand out. Her distinctive hairstyle, a ponytail tied up at the top and back with two more tails running through thin blue tubes coming down to her shoulders, stood out. And then there was her body. Korra was proud of it and didn’t mind the admiring looks, although she could have done without the lecherous ones. Her ass was round and tight and eminently squeezable, and her chest was a pair of gravity-defying water balloons: big, buoyant, and abundantly bouncy when she worked out.

So people were staring, but for the first time, Korra was especially self-conscious about it. That was because yesterday she’d made a video of herself pretending to fellate Chad, a fellow member of the wrestling team. Her eyes had been hidden, but the intention was that she’d still be recognizable, just with deniability. That way Asami, the cutest girl in school and who Korra was majorly crushing on, would think of her in a sexual light. For some reason, according to Chad, that meant pretending to suck dick. It would make her notorious, and then Asami would want to date her…supposedly.

Yet all was quiet enough as she got her books and went to her first class. Indeed, no one so much as glanced at her twice throughout the day, except for the typical double-takes most guys did when they saw her bust straining against her tight shirt. Korra saw Asami breezing through the halls a few times between classes and thought about saying something but couldn’t work up the courage. Asami only ever smiled briefly and said hello as she passed by.

All was quiet on the lesbian front. As the bell for the last period rang, Korra was feeling relaxed as she headed off to the gym for wrestling practice. Suddenly a firm hand clapped her on the ass.

“Hey!” she turned around, glaring up at Chad, her buttcheek stinging where he’d slapped. “What’s the big idea?”

Chad was a wrestler, and naturally he was big and strong, covered in muscles and quite tall. Korra knew a lot of girls were into him, though as a lesbian she thought he was arrogant and annoying. Still, he was a good wrestler, and more relevant to her interests, he knew how to get with girls.

“Just saying hi.” He threw his bulky arm around her shoulder, tugging her along toward the gym. “Did you have a nice day today, my fake little cocksucking slut?”

Korra’s ears burned. She glanced around to make sure no one was in earshot. “It was fine, actually. No one said anything to me. I think we’re safe.”

“Dumbass.” He gave her a shake, making her stumble. “You want people to notice. They need to think it’s you. As long as they can’t prove it, then you’re still good. Asami will be curious either way.”

“So you didn’t send it out?” That almost felt preferable at this point.

“Nah, I did.” He whipped out his phone and showed her the upload. Korra groaned at the sight of her simulated blowjob, hand up to block her eyes from the camera. It did look a lot like her…but no one could prove it. 

It also looked a lot like a blowjob. If she didn’t know better, then she’d have thought there was a cock between her lips.

There were already over a thousand views, and a few comments saying things like “Hot” and “Is it just me, or does she look familiar?”

“There are two problems,” Chad explained, putting his phone away. “First of all, you suck at sucking dick, no offense. You look like a baby bird choking on a hot dog, not a real slut getting down and dirty with a big fat dick.”

“Ugh.” Korra wasn’t sure whether to be offended by that or not. She was a lesbian, she didn’t want to be good at pretending to give blowjobs.

“Second, you’re just a splash in the ocean of pornography that is the Internet. We’ve got to do more to make you stand out.”

“Like what?” Korra scoffed.

“First of all, regular uploads. People need to get used to seeing you every day. Second, you need to get sluttier, nastier, dirtier.”

Korra cringed. “One was enough.”

“You want to get with Asami, right?”

“Yeah,” Korra muttered, face turning red.

“So get her the fuck interested in you, dumbass.”

“I want her to think I’m a lesbian, moron!”

“You want her thinking you’re hot as shit. She’s bi as fuck, I heard, so just get her turned on any way you can.”

“Whatever.” 

“See you at my place after practice.”

“Fuck no, I’m not going back to your gross-ass room.”

“Fine, I’ll meet you at your place.” He slapped her ass again and headed off to greet the rest of the team. Korra turned red, but he was already gone before she could think of anything to say in response.

Practice that day went by all too quickly. Korra was full of nervous energy, and she missed a lot of takedowns that she normally got. The coach chewed her out in front of everyone, and she was fuming by the time practice was over.

She’d totally forgotten about what Chad had said while she went home, only to be surprised by a knock on the door after she had changed and showered.

“I’ll get it,” Mom said. She was wearing a simple if form-fitting blue dress that she often wore around the house, one that hugged her hips and clung to her curves. Korra was fixing a snack in the kitchen and didn’t look up.

She heard a male voice rumbling from the doorway. Mom giggled something in return. “Korra!” she called. “One of your friends from school is here.”

Korra spun around. She saw Chad striding through the living room with Mom, who was all smiles. 

“Chad here says he’s on the wrestling team with you,” Mom said.

“Yeah,” Korra said, pretending to smile while giving Chad some serious side-eye. 

“Hey, Korra,” he said cheerfully. He held up a suspiciously large and bukly gym bag. The top zipper was open, showing a stack of papers. “I came over so we could study together like we said.”

“You never bring people over,” Mom said. “It’s better not to study alone all the time.”

“Yeah, great,” Korra muttered, sucking the peanut butter off the spoon she was using. “Fine, I’ll show you to my room.”

“Chad, honey, do you want a snack or anything?” Mom asked.

“No, thank you ma’am,” he smiled. “I just have to say, Korra never told me she has an older sister.”

Mom giggled way too much and touched his arm. “Oh, you flatterer. I’m Korra’s mom.”

“You don’t look like you’re out of your 20s. Is Korra’s dad around?”

“He’s away on a business trip, as usual,” Mom said. “So how long have you been on the wrestling team with Korra?”

“This isn’t a social call,” Korra growled. She grabbed Chad and pulled him into her room, slamming the door shut behind them. “Listen, you dick, you can’t just show up here unannounced.”

“I told you I was coming by. You do have homework, actually. I’m assigning you some.”

Korra folded her arms across her chest, hip cocked skeptically. “I don’t recall making you my teacher.”

“But you’ve got so much to learn.” He reached into the bag and took out something that made her lean back in shock, eyes wide. It was a long orange dildo, flopping slightly as he waved it in the air. “Say hello to your new boyfriend.”

Korra’s eyes widened. “What the fuck is that thing?”

“Keep your voice down, idiot. It’s a dildo. Haven’t you seen one before?”

“No,” Korra grumbled. “I don’t buy sex toys, you freak.”

“Damn, you really are a pent-up bitch.” He looked around at her room, making Korra feel self-conscious. Her bed wasn’t made, and the walls were covered with posters of female athletes. There was a trophy shelf from competitions she’d won, and a desk where she did her homework. There were also some weights by the wall where a full-length mirror was, along with a rolled-up yoga mat. “I thought every girl had a vibrator or something these days.”

“Nope,” said Korra hotly. “Not this one.”

“That’s why you don’t know how to talk to Asami. We’re going to get you in touch with your real sexuality.” He held out the dildo to her. She recoiled like he was offering her a live snake.

“Come on,” he said, rubbing it against her face. “Give it a kiss.”

“Fuck off!”

He grabbed the front of her shirt and yanked forward, stretching the tight fabric out and shoving the dildo down the opening, wedging it between her breasts. 

“There you go, just like this,” he said, placing both hands on her chest and pushing her boobs up and down the dildo through her shirt.

“Knock it off!” She shoved his hands away, glaring. “Don’t touch my breasts, asshole.” She fished the dildo out from between her breasts, holding it away at arm’s length.

“Don’t be rude,” he said. “Give your boyfriend a kiss.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Korra said angrily. “Is this your idea of a prank?”

“Believe it or not, I’m trying to help you.”

“As if.”

“What are you, shy?”

“No!”

“Then kiss it, you pussy.”

Korra rolled her eyes. She brought the tip of the dildo to her lips and gave it a quick smooch. “There. Now will you please fuck off?”

“Now imagine that it’s really your boyfriend. If you give him a kiss, he’s going to want his dick sucked.”

“Then it’s good that I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, Asami’s going to be really impressed by your amazing ability to not bring people to orgasm,” he said sarcastically. “We can’t make videos of you sucking dick if you don’t know how to suck dick.”

“As if I want to.”

“Scared?”

“Gay girls do not suck dick!”

“Oh, so you don’t know how to suck dick, I see.”

“Of course I do,” said Korra. Her face reddened. “I mean, mostly. It’s not like it’s complicated or anything.”

“Show me, you weirdo lesbian.”

“Ugh.”

“Pussy.”

“Shut up.” She held the tip of the dildo to her mouth, cheeks reddening further as she opened her lips, slid the dildo in over her tongue, and sucked, cheeks tightening in to squeeze around the shaft. She slid it back and forth awkwardly a few times, then drew it out of her mouth, spit shining on the end of it.

“Wow.” He pretended to clap. “That was the worst blowjob I’ve ever seen.”

“Let’s see you try then,” she said crossly.

“No, that’s gay.”

“Then why did I do it?”

“Because you’re a woman. How are you so bad at sucking dick?”

“Because I’m gay!”

“Quit using that as an excuse. It should come naturally to a girl with tits the size of yours.”

Korra crossed her arms across her chest awkwardly, cheeks reddening. “Will you stop sexualizing me?”

“The whole point is to sexualize you, dummy. Asami could bang anyone in the school. The point is to make her want to bang you.”

“Why would she want to go out with someone who sucks dick?”

“I would.”

“You’re not a girl.”

“If you can suck a dick, you can eat a pussy.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Shut up and wrap your lips around that thing. We’re never going to shoot another video if you keep talking instead of blowing.”

Korra looked at the dildo again. “Why does it have to be so thick?” she complained. “It’s hard to get my mouth around it.”

“So lick it, kiss it, tease it, throat it.”

Korra licked the side of the dildo, her tongue sliding up to the tip and flicking off of it. “And then it spurts?”

“This one doesn’t, it’s a dildo, not a cock. Also, considering your lackluster blowjob skills, you’d probably have to titfuck it, ride it, and call it Daddy to make it cum.”

“Like I’d do that,” Korra said, flustered. “Can we just shoot your dumb video and get this over with?”

“Fine, get on your knees, you dumb bitch.” He took out his phone. “Hork that thing down.”

Korra settled awkwardly onto her knees on the floor. She wasn’t sure why she was obeying him, except when his voice resonated with a commanding, assuming tone, her body just reacted accordingly. “Wait, you want me to just suck on it? What about my face?”

“Cover your eyes with your hand.”

“Then it’s hard to hold the dildo.

He rolled his eyes. “You bitch a lot for a virgin.” He grabbed the dildo out of her hand and stuck it to the wall. “Go suck on it like this and I’ll film you from behind.”

She scowled at him, but faced the wall while he got behind her. “This is weird,” she complained as she pressed her lips to the head. “How will anyone see?”

“Oh, now you want them to see? Do the fucking blowjob.”

“Shut up,” she muttered and pressed her lips to the head. He stood behind her and filmed as she started to move her head back and forth, her three ponytails beginning to bob in the air. 

“Cut, cut, cut,” he said after a minute. “This is terrible.”

She popped her lips off the end of the dildo and looked back at him. “What?”

“First of all, it looks terrible from behind. Maybe it would be better if you knew how to put your back into it, but watching you suck a dildo from this angle is like watching paint dry. With you kneeling like that, I can’t even zoom in on your ass.”

“Excuse me for not being a fucking pro at this!”

“Making you sexy is like teaching a dog to speak Spanish. Do you ever watch porn?”

“Not of blowjobs.”

“No wonder you’re so bad at it. All right,” he sighed, “get over here.” He sat down on her bed and patted the spot next to him. She tugged the dildo off the wall and sat next to him while he pulled a laptop out of his bag and went online. 

She scowled as she saw him load up a porn site. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t interrupt class,” he said. “You’re going to learn how real pros give head.”

She scoffed while he found a video and started playing it. Immediately the volume of a chick gagging on an enormous porn cock blasted out of the built-in speaker. 

“Turn that down!” she squawked, slamming the mute button on his keyboard.

“Sorry,” he smirked. “Forget I left the volume on.”

She slugged him in the arm. “Dick.”

“Ow.” He played the video. It showed a blonde girl with big tits and a skimpy outfit simpering in front of a man who was delivering an extra-large sausage pizza. It didn’t take long for the cheesy dialogue to lead to a situation where the blonde sank to her knees, unzipped his pants, and revealed a nine-inch cock thicker than her wrist. Her eyes went wider than saucer plates, and she immediately started stroking it with utter fascination.

“Oh, fuck, it’s so big,” the porn star moaned, slapping it up against her face. Finally she could resist it no longer. Korra grimaced as the actress opened her mouth wide and began bobbing on the cock like her life depended on it.

“Ew,” Korra said.

“Shut up and watch,” he said. “If you’re going to open your mouth, practice on the dildo. Do what she does.”

“Guys actually find this sexy?” Korra asked. The porn star was choking on the dick, drool flying everywhere.

“It’s pretty much the only sexy thing a girl can do with her mouth. Practice on the fucking dildo.”

Korra tried. But the porn star was jackhammering the cock down her throat like she was trying to win a dicksucking medal. Korra could barely fit the dildo halfway down her mouth before her jaw started to ache and her gag reflex tingled in her throat.

“Bleh,” she spat the dildo out onto her head. It was slimy with her spit around the head. 

“Giving up already? Come on, Korra, I thought you were tough.”

“That’s not real,” Korra complained, pointing at the porn star drooling over the cock like it was her god. “Girls don’t do that in real life.”

“You sure about that?” Smirking, he closed out the porn video and opened a folder on his desktop. It was marked “Bitches” and was full of subfolders with the names of girls from school. He clicked on one marked “Opal” and played a video within it.

As soon as it loaded up, Korra squawked. She knew Opal from the soccer team. Opal was a pretty, green-eyed girl with short dark hair that curled cutely under her ears. 

She’d never expected to see Opal on her knees, staring cross-eyed up at a big dick.

“Recognize it?” he asked.

“R-recognize what?”

“That’s my dick,” he smirked. “Thought you would know it by now.”

“I-is this real?” 

“Sure is. She looks innocent, but Opal knows her way around a cock.”

“I-I thought Opal has a boyfriend.”

He smirked again. “She does.”

Korra’s mouth hung open as she watched Opal mew and mince and plead, batting her eyes up at the camera. Finally Chad’s voice came out of the video giving Opal permission to suck his cock. Immediately the tan teenager lunged forward like his cock was the only popsicle around on a hot summer day. Korra studied closely as Opal’s tongue flicked out to rub the tip and lick down the shaft, the way her lips wrapped around his cock, cheeks squeezing in, the motion of her body as she began to slurp down the length of his cock and back up.

She was good at what she did, but Korra didn’t want to focus on the cock. She found herself getting lost in Opal’s eyes instead. Opal was so pretty…she could just imagine that tongue working between her legs instead….

“Fuck, I’m hard.” It wasn’t the Chad in the video speaking but the one sitting next to her. There was a stiff bulge in his shorts. “You don’t mind, do you?” Without waiting for an answer, he tugged his waistband down and let his dick out.

“Put that away!” she screeched, horrified at the sight of his thick, hard member in her bedroom.

“Chill, bitch, I’m watching porn.”

She tried to force him to pull his shorts up without actually touching him down there. In the ensuing tussle, he pinned her down on the bed while she snarled at him, growling. His cock was right above her face, which made it hard to push him off of her without rubbing her nose against it.

Korra knew a thing or two about grappling, but not while trying to keep a hard cock out of her face. She fought hard, but he mounted her, pinned her arms to the ground under his knees, and leaned over her with his cock right above her face, covering her in a dick-shaped shadow from chin to forehead. She glared up at him, breathing hard from the exertion. 

“Miss me?” he smirked, waving his cock up and down with one hand. “You’re going to suck something, and if it’s it not the dildo, then….”

Snarling, she rolled onto her back, slipping free for a moment, crawling toward the door. But he was on her a second later, his weight on her, cock wedged between her asscheeks with only the fabric of her trainers and panties for protection. She kept pulling herself forward anyway, until there came a knock at the door.

“Korra?” said Mom’s voice. “I heard some noise. Everything okay?”

Korra blanched, totally frozen. Chad leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Call her in. I’d love your hot-ass mom to see my big, hard cock.”

“We’re fine, Mom,” Korra said as normally as she could, her ears burning from embarrassment. 

“Chad, if you need anything, let me know.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Korra,” he smirked.

“Call me Senna!”

Korra waited until she heard Mom’s footsteps leaving. “Get the fuck off me,” she demanded.

He stood up and helped her up. “So you can’t wrestle and you can’t give head.”

“Shut up.”

“Sit down and watch some porn with me. Try to learn something.”

She groused. “You are such an asshole.”

“No, you’re bitchy,” he said sharply. “I’m taking time out of my busy day to help you. I could be railing Ginger or Opal right now instead of listening to you whine.”

His tone surprised her. She looked down, then away, because looking down meant staring at his cock. “Sorry,” she muttered.

They sat back down on her bed, leaning against the wall together, the laptop on the bed between them. The video of Opal sucking his cock resumed. She had such cute green eyes, and they were totally locked in on his dick. Her cheeks sucked in like a vacuum, and her hair bobbed around her ears as she worked back and forth on his rod like a paid cleaner. 

Korra tried to study her technique, but she was distracted by Chad stroking his dick in real life next to her. He was rock-hard and somehow bigger in real life than on the video. His dick pointed right at her ceiling, and he was pumping one hand up and down it like money was going to come out. 

Between the sounds of him grunting and the wet smacking noises Opal’s mouth made in the video, Korra’s ears were assaulted with the sounds of male pleasure. The air in her room felt really warm, and the sweaty smell coming from him was more jock than she could handle.

“It’s hot in here,” she complained. 

“Then take your shirt off.”

Korra kept her mouth shut. Opal did the opposite, opening her mouth wide. Just in time, as cum erupted from Chad’s cock in the video and painted her face white. Korra gagged. It looked nasty as Opal chewed his cum in her mouth and swirled it around with her tongue before swallowing.

“Think you can do that?” Chad grunted, his cock thick and hard right next to her.

“Ew, no,” Korra said. “I can’t believe you got her to do that.”

“I got lots of bitches to do that.” He closed the video, revealing that the “Opal” folder had thirty files in it. When he accessed the general folder, Korra saw rows upon rows of folders all named for the girls at their school in alphabetical order. Pretty much the only names missing were hers and Asami’s. 

“Is this for real?” Korra squeaked. “How many girls have you slept with?”

“Dunno, hundreds,” he said. “Who do you want to see?”

“Ugh. I’ve seen enough straight sex, thanks.”

“I’ve got tons of lesbo bitches here. Straight or not, women want to submit to dick. It’s in your genes.”

“Stop making shit up.”

“Speaking of which, once you’re banging her, get me some pics of Asami.”

Korra thought about dating Asami. Chad noticed. 

“Mind wandering?”

She punched his arm. “Shut up!”

He caught her wrist and tugged her hand toward his dick. She yanked it away. He laughed. “Want to watch more porn?”

“Not really.”

“Well, you’re not going to get better at sucking dick today. You have a homework assignment. Stick that dildo to your wall every morning and suck dick for five minutes every day before school.”

Korra made a face. “Ugh….”

“If you don’t do it, then don’t blame me when Asami gets laid by someone else.”

“Fine, whatever!”

He put the laptop away and stood up, cock towering over her. “Now, for today’s video, since you suck at giving head, we’re going to do something where the guy is in control. Turn around and get on your hands and knees on the bed.”

“W-why?”

“So I can hump you, idiot. We’ll pretend it’s full penetration. All you need to do is rock back and forth and moan. I’ll be doing the real work.”

“My pants stay on.”

He rolled his eyes. “You have no idea how sex works, do you? Pants come down, dummy. You can keep your panties on, I’ll act like I slid them to the side to penetrate you.”

“But…that’s heterosexual sex.”

“It’s not real,” he said impatiently.

“But Asami needs to know I’m gay!”

“They won’t know it’s you, they’ll just think it’s you. Asami will think you’re a sexy dumb slut who likes getting plowed, and she’ll be curious and want to know more. Then you can make your move on her. Up! Now! Hands and knees!”

Korra had a lot of objections to his plan, but when he barked instructions at her, she found herself up and moving, turning around on the bed to present her ass to him and getting on her hands and knees. 

“Good girl,” he said. He rummaged around with some stuff behind her. She turned and saw him setting up a camera on a tripod. He looked through it, adjusting the angle until he had it right. 

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Making sure they can’t see that my cock is actually in you. It’ll be between your legs, and your thick, juicy fucking thighs are going to be the shield of your cute, vulnerable virginity, not that the viewers will ever know.”

Korra fixed her face resolutely ahead, taking deep breaths. “Okay, just…get it over with.”

“This is just the beginning.” He stood behind her hand and grabbed her ponytail, yanking her head a little to make her back arch. “Your hair makes it kind of obvious who you are, but you still have deniability as long as your face is hidden. You can always tell people that it’s a common hairstyle among your fellow snow whores.”

“Don’t call us—”

“Turning the video on.”

Korra shut up immediately, not wanting her voice to be identifiable on the video. She felt his hard, naked cock on her ass, even through her pants, and squirmed. 

With the camera mounted on the tripod, Chad could focus entirely on Korra’s sweet body in front of him. He ran his hands along her hips up her sides to her head and shoved her face down into the bed, which raised her butt high into the air. Moving his hands back, he slapped her ass and groped it, then yanked her pants down, exposing a thin blue pair of panties along with two jiggling cheeks of fat brown fuckmeat. 

“Holy shit,” he said in genuine surprise. “Your ass is fucking incredible.”

Korra couldn’t respond lest she be heard, so she clenched her jaw angrily. If he took advantage of her, she was going to kill him. 

He drummed his hands and cock on her buttcheeks, then lowered his cock down between her thighs and tugged on her panties. He didn’t actually pull them aside, but he made it look like he did while thrusting forward. His cock ran along the front of her panties and the skin of her taut stomach, sliding under her shirt, completely hidden from view thanks to her thick meaty thighs in the way of the camera. 

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, pretending to be inside a tight, wet pussy. He started thrusting and smacked her ass with the flat of his hand. “Moan, bitch.”

Korra could feel his cock—a man’s hard fucking dick—rubbing against her skin and squeaked at the sudden spank, which stung her ass. Moan? She didn’t have a great frame of reference for what that even meant, but she could guess. She opened her mouth and let out a guttral cry, whining as his hips made her ass clap. “Uhn, uhn, uhn!” she moaned, not using words, but hoping her voice could make some noises without being obvious.

What the hell else was she supposed to do? She turned her face to one side against the bed, head away from the camera so it wouldn’t see her, glaring up at him with one eye. If he took one more liberty—

“EEK!” The next spank stung her ass hard. Korra shut her eyes and did her best to keep up the fake moans. His hands were holding her hips possessively, and she tried to think about Asami while he built up a rhythm of fake pounding.

A few minutes of intense frustration passed with him rubbing his hard cock along her crotch and stomach while spanking her ass and calling her names. Why did straight women let guys do this to them? Admittedly, she was letting a guy do this to her, but not because she liked it. This was closer than she had ever wanted to cum to being fucked by a cock.

Not too much longer, she told herself. Just bear with it and make sure he doesn’t try to take advantage of the situation to do anything untoward. 

The sign that things were coming to an end was when he grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head up. He pulled hard on her hair, forcing her back to arch to keep her eyes resolutely fixed on the wall in front of her, face just out of sight of the camera’s field of view.

“Going to cum in your tight fucking cunt!” he grunted.

Korra gripped the end of the bed hard as he rammed her. Even though his cock wasn’t inside of her, he was still intent on making her cheeks clap. Jaws clenched and teeth gritted, her moans were more like angry growls as he pretended to rut her. 

Keeping his grip on her ponytail, she felt his hand move down her hip to her stomach, pressing up against her shirt. It took her a moment to realize that he was stroking himself off. Oh, gross! It was one thing to work with him to make these videos, but another thing altogether to think that he was getting off with her body!

Korra was so focused on how nasty it was to have a hard cock rubbing her abs that she didn’t even think about the way her tits were bouncing. Each thrust of his hips against her bubbly buttcheeks sent kinetic energy crashing through her body.  With his hands holding her head and body in place, there was only one place for it to go: her boobs. They swung back and forth in the air, pulling on the tight fabric of her shirt. If anyone doubted that she was being fucked, they would simply have to look at her swaying chest to know that a man was taking her.

He withdrew. She felt his cock leave her stomach and his hand leave her hip, although he still gripped tightly to her hair. A moment later, she felt a warm, sticky fluid splatter her buttcheeks. He groaned, then shoved her face down onto the bed. Korra stayed there, her cum-stained ass in the air, steaming with rage, until she heard him turn off the camera.

“You fucking bastard,” she said. 

“What?” he chuckled. She heard the snap of a phone camera. “I had to make it look real.”

“Did you actually….”

“Did I cum on your ass? Hell yeah, it’s hot as fuck. Take a look.”

He showed her the picture on his phone. Korra saw white ropes of sticky seed clinging to her buttcheeks and gagged. “I can’t believe you—get me a fucking tissue right now!”

“What were you expecting? That’s how sex ends, cutie.” 

“I’m going to kill you. Get me something to clean this up.”

He responded by grabbing the waist of her pants and hiking them up to cover her ass. Korra squirmed and shivered as the cum squished against her.

“Dick,” she muttered.

“You know it,” he said, doing up his own pants and putting things away in his gym bag, leaving only the dildo for the “homework” he’d assigned her. “These videos will make you famous.”

Korra slid slowly off the bed, anger bubbling up inside of her like hot boiling water. “I can’t believe how much of a fucking asshole you are. We are never shooting another one of these fucking videos. I am going to beat your ass at practice tomorrow.”

He responded by grabbing her face with one hand, pinching her jaw and cheeks in his strong fingers, making her look up at him. “Don’t be such a fucking brat. I did you a favor. The least you can do is say thank you.”

“Fuck you,” she said, voice muffled by the face pinch. 

“Asami is going to talk to you after she sees this video. And then you’re going to say sorry to me.”

“Fuck you,” she repeated. He gave her face a little shake and released her. 

“All right, tits, I’d better be going.” He spanked her ass in a friendly way, which make a wet noise as the cum squished around. Korra followed him out of her room, face tinged red with frustration and embarrassment. Mom was in the living room and smiled when she looked up.

“Leaving so soon, Chad?” she pouted. “I didn’t even get to fix you a snack.”

“I’m sure I’ll be coming around more often,” he said as she got up to give him a hug that lingered far too long for Korra’s liking. “Korra is a really great study partner.”

He was all smiles as he left. Mom waved him goodbye, then turned to Korra. “He seems nice.”

“Uh huh,” Korra said sourly. “Don’t be nice to him.”

“But it sounds like he’ll be visiting often,” Mom said. “I heard some…noises coming from your room. That was some intense studying.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Korra said sourly. 

Mom sniffed the air. “Does something smell off to you?”

“No,” Korra said quickly, backing away. “I’m going to take a shower.”

She fled to the bathroom, ignoring her mom’s leering smile behind her.