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Maid to Serve	By : GrayNeko Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This work is a parody. I do not own Avatar: The Legend of Korra or any of the characters that belong to the series. No money was made from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Help Wanted
- 2-Probationary Period
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“Is this the place?” Korra asked as she looked at the massive gate barricading a path that led up to an even more massive mansion.
“I think so,” Bolin said beside her, pulling out the section of newspaper with the wanted ad that had caught their attention. “Pretty sure, since this is the only building on this whole street for a couple of blocks.”
“Well, here goes nothing then,” Korra said as she pushed a buzzer to an intercom on the gate.
They waited for several seconds before a tinny voice responded, “Who is calling?”
“Um, hi, we’re responding to an ad in the paper. Two able bodied adults, man and woman, for servant positions?” Korra said, trying not to sound nervous or ashamed. Bolin’s hand gently landed on her shoulder reassuringly and she flashed him a grateful smile.
The intercom buzzed and the gate swung open automatically before the tinny voice called out again, “Stay to the path and wait at the front door, else the trained bat-wolves will be released.”
Korra and Bolin shared an alarmed look and nearly bailed, but as they glanced at each of their threadbare outfits and the small packs on their backs, they knew they had no other choice. The path took them through what seemed like a well maintained private park that just happened to double as the front lawn of this estate.
“Getting a little worried that someone this rich has trouble keeping servants,” Korra said as she looked around, spotting statues and fountains amongst all the growth.
“We don’t know if that’s the case,” Bolin argued, always trying to keep a positive spin on things. “Maybe…maybe they just want something different from a stuffy, mustachioed butler with a monocle and a fussy, gray haired nanny.”
Korra remained dubious as they continued on their way to the set of double doors that they kept catching glimpses of through the trees. Upon arriving at the front door, Korra nearly got vertigo as she craned her head back to try and take in the scale of the building. Bolin grabbed her shoulder to bring her focus back to the doors as one began to slowly swing open.
A rail thin, gray haired, impressively mustachioed man with a monocle greeted them and Korra had to punch Bolin as discreetly as possible to keep him from bursting into laughter.
“Come in,” he said as he drew the door open wider. “The Lady of the House will see you shortly. First, however, you must be appropriately attired.”
The butler gestured over to a wardrobe in the atrium.
“Ok, uh, where do we change?” Bolin asked, noticing that there were no doors near the wardrobe.
“Right here,” the butler answered, making Bolin and Korra stop in their tracks and stare at him incredulously. “I will leave to allow you your privacy, but do not dally, or else the trained bat-wolves will be released. Ring the bell in the wardrobe once you are done.”
With that, the butler turned and walked further into the mansion, rounding a corner and disappearing from sight.
“‘Maybe they just want something different’,” Korra muttered in a mocking imitation of Bolin as she stalked towards the wardrobe. “Maybe they just want to wear our SKIN!”
“Ok, so there are some red flags,” Bolin agreed as he hurried to join her. “We can still bail whenever we want and I doubt that old dude is much of a threat to a couple of Fire Ferrets.”
Bolin nearly bit his tongue as the words left his mouth and Korra stiffened beside him before her gaze fell to the floor and her hands balled into fists. Bolin stood awkwardly next to her, starting and stopping to reach for her several times as his mouth opened and closed uselessly.
“Let’s just get this over with,” Korra finally muttered, lunging forward to grab the handles of the wardrobe and violently yanking the doors open.
“What. The. Fuck.”
Bolin leaned over Korra’s shoulder to look into the closet space of the wardrobe and blinked several times at what he saw.
“Is it just me or are there some pieces missing?” Bolin asked as he scratched at his chin. Korra wheeled around and started for the door only to be stopped as Bolin caught her wrist.
“Let go of me, Bolin!” Korra hissed as she rounded on him. “I’m out! I don’t care how much this job pays, I’m not wearing that!”
“You think mine is any better?” Bolin asked as he gestured back to the wardrobe. “Korra, I know I said we could bail, but the truth is,” Bolin swallowed heavily as he finally faced facts. “We’re out of options. We’ve got no money, no home, and after a few more days on the streets, the clothes on our backs are going to disintegrate. We knew this wasn’t going to be ideal, so let’s just get this over with.”
Bolin let go of Korra and turned back to the wardrobe, taking out the items that were clearly meant for him. He set them down on the gleaming marble floor and kept his back to Korra as he began to take off the dingy clothes he wore.
Korra seemed rooted to the ground as indecision tore at her. The urge to leave still had a grip on her but she couldn’t leave Bolin and she knew he wouldn’t get the job without her. She glanced at him and blushed guiltily as her eyes trailed over his bare, broad shoulders and the mountains of his back muscles.
As his hands went to his hips and began to push his pants down, she looked away panickedly as her heart began to race. Her feet felt like lead as she slowly shambled back to the wardrobe. She lifted her outfit from the hook it hung on, frowning at the outfit and wondering if it would even fit properly.
A cough from behind her nearly made her turn until the image of Bolin taking his pants off flashed in her mind and then she froze.
“Uhm, I’m done,” Bolin called out, clearly still keeping his back to her. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
“Ok,” Korra said softly. It hurt taking off the ripped and tattered remains of her traditional Southern Water tribe furs. There were so many wonderful memories attached to these clothes, and some horribly painful ones too, but somehow it hurt more as it felt like she was discarding far more than fabric.
Slipping on the dress was awkward, Korra had never worn anything like it and the shoulder straps felt like they would slip off at the slightest movement, causing her breasts to spill free. The dress’s skirt was a frilly nonsense thing that she desperately wanted to tug down because she knew that even with the layers making it puff outward, it would leave her ass fully exposed if she wasn’t careful. As terrible as that was, the heels were worse. Korra despised high heels, she was an athlete and before today, wouldn’t have been caught dead in the impractical footwear.
“Done,” Korra grumbled as she struggled to keep her balance and not twist an ankle.
Bolin turned slowly and his eyes nearly fell out of his head even as he tried not to stare. Korra would have yelled at him but she was experiencing a similar struggle. Bolin had always been broad framed but wearing nothing above the waist but a bowtie, collar, and cufflinks really put his muscular body on display.
The fact that his pants were tight, black leather that made his well developed calves readily apparent only amplified just how physically fit he was, though Korra had to admit her eyes had strayed toward the bulge of his crotch before she ripped her gaze away in search of the bell.
They stood awkwardly after the bell fell silent and eventually the butler’s footsteps could be heard echoing ahead of his approach.
“Very good,” he said as he rounded the corner and spotted them. “I had nearly released the trained bat-wolves. This way, please.”
Bolin followed easily enough but Korra struggled in her heels. Bolin tried to slow down to keep pace with her but that just made her panic at the idea that he might fall behind her and get a look at her bare ass. She didn’t mean to glare at him but couldn’t think of any other way to get him to stiffly turn away and focus on following the butler.
Korra breathed a sigh of relief as they passed several staircases and finally came to a room that felt like an office, if a very lavish one. A woman sat behind a large desk looking over a report of some kind, which she set aside as the butler stepped inside the room and gestured back to Bolin and Korra.
“Two applicants for the job posting, Miss Sato,” he said with a bow.
“Thank you, Huo. I’ll talk with them alone,” the woman said dismissively.
The butler nodded and waited until Bolin and Korra had entered the room before stepping out. A moment of silence stretched out as she studied the two of them before smiling. Korra had thought her a very striking woman, with her flowing black hair, sparkling green eyes and immaculate makeup, but that smile lit up her face and made her truly breathtaking.
“Pleased to meet you both, I’m Asami Sato,” she said as she rose and offered her hand to each of them.
Bolin seemed just as stunned as Korra and started before reaching forward to shake Asami’s hand.
“I’m Bolin and this is my friend, Korra,” Bolin said as he stepped back and Korra reached her hand out.
“Friend? Not wife or girlfriend?” Asami asked as she turned Korra’s hand in a quick inspection for a ring.
Korra started and nearly ripped her hand away like Asami’s hand was a hot iron while Bolin coughed like he was choking. “No, nothing like that, just…good friends. Why? Is that a problem?” Korra tried not to sound completely dejected as it seemed like they had just failed the interview.
“No, not at all, just…unexpected,” Asami said as she finally let go of Korra’s hand and sat back down. Korra noticed that despite Asami’s smiles and welcoming attitude, she didn’t offer for Bolin or herself to take a seat. “I hope you don’t mind me saying that it seems a bit of a shame, you two seem like you would make an excellent couple.”
Korra’s face flushed and she didn’t have to glance at Bolin to know he was likely as red as her.
“Korra was my brother’s girl, Miss Sato,” Bolin said tursely, almost through his teeth. Korra’s head snapped in his direction and she was surprised to see Bolin standing very tensely, veins standing out along his neck as he stared flintily at Asami.
“And yet the two of you are here,” Asami said calmly, either oblivious to Bolin’s anger or ignoring it out of hand. “I find that curious.”
“It’s because he’s dead,” Korra said softly as she reached out to grab Bolin’s wrist before he did something foolishly chivalrous. She could feel the tension drain out of Bolin as her words smothered his anger with grief. It was all she could do to keep tears from welling up in her eyes as she went on, “Everything fell apart after…after Mako died, and we don’t have anything left. We need these jobs, Miss Sato.”
Asami’s features softened and she looked truly regretful for her callous comment, “I’m so sorry for your loss, truly. Perhaps it will please you both to know that you two have made it further than anyone else to have applied for the positions so far. Do you have any questions about the positions?”
“Um, are these….really what we have to wear?” Korra asked as she let go of Bolin and gestured to their outfits.
Asami smiled as she glanced between them, “Consider them a test of your dedication to working here. I only take on people I know I can count on. Your loyalty to each other is another admirable quality I look for in hiring.”
Korra nodded, relief flooding her. The idea of having to wear an outfit that seemed better suited for the brothels all the time had not been a comforting one.
Asami stood again and walked over to a table further in the room, beckoning them to follow. It had a variety of documents on it and Asami picked those up to reveal floor plans of a massive building.
“This is Sato Mansion, and we are here,” Asami said as she pointed to a small room on the ground floor, one of dozens. “I have plenty of groundskeepers to tend the outside and surrounding buildings but I find myself in need of people I can trust to look after the few places that require frequent use while also making sure that any room we need to make use of can be made ready quickly. Huo is my major domo and will oversee your training, but afterwards, you two will serve under me directly.
“I’ll warn you both right now, this won’t be easy work, but I think you’ll find it ultimately rewarding,” Asami said as her eyes roamed over both Korra and Bolin in a way that had them both shifting in place. “So what do you say, do you want the jobs?”
Korra and Bolin exchanged glances, their times as teammates allowing them to communicate wordlessly. There were still some red flags but they felt confident having each other’s backs. They nodded in unison and Asami clapped her hands together excitedly.
“Excellent! In that case, we’ll get you two measured for some proper uniforms and then you can join me for dinner as my guests tonight. The job will start tomorrow,” Asami said as she strolled back to her desk and picked up the rotary phone on it.
“I hope we don’t end up regretting this,” Korra whispered to Bolin as Asami rang up Huo. “Pissing off someone as rich and powerful as her will have us wishing we were still starving on the streets.”
“Stop being such a sour otter-puss,” Bolin shot back just as quietly. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

***

Korra, freshly showered, collapsed into the bed, sighing as she sunk into the soft mattress. The rest of the evening had been amazing, too amazing for her to feel truly relaxed. Perhaps her time on the streets with Bolin had left her too on guard, always expecting to be jumped or to fight for every little thing.
Asami seemed like a nice person, but the number of times Korra had caught her hungrily eyeing either Bolin or herself during dinner left a lump of ice in Korra’s gut. She wished she could talk with Bolin about it but he had been shown to his own room. Asami had explained that if they had been a couple then of course they would have been roomed together, but otherwise it would be far too improper.
Neither of them wanted to explain they had spent most nights sleeping back to back to keep each other safe. Korra wondered if she’d actually be able to get to sleep without Bolin’s comforting presence. It truly hit her then, just how much she had come to rely on him. She curled up into a ball, hugging a pillow to her as she tried to will herself to sleep so she didn’t have to actively think about Bolin or the guilt she felt that thinking about him always brought on.
Korra’s eyes snapped awake, sensing a presence in the room. Years of training kicked in and Korra’s hand swung out in a mighty backhand hammer blow. The blow was deftly blocked and two hands gripped her wrist and elbow.
“Korra.”
Korra froze, “Asami? I mean, Miss Sato?”
Asami let go of Korra’s arm and Korra sat up, just barely able to make out the other woman’s features in the darkness of the room.
“What are you doing here?” Korra asked as she shifted back a little and noticed the sheer, deep red, lacey nightie that Asami was wearing that nearly looked black in the dark until moonlight shone through the window of Korra’s room.
“I wanted to talk to you…privately,” Asami said as she crawled onto the bed.
“Uhm, about what?” Korra asked, her body tense as a coiled spring.
“About a part of the job that I didn’t feel comfortable discussing in front of Bolin, especially after his reaction when we first spoke,” Asami said, batting her eyelashes at Korra but not moving any closer as she sensed Korra’s unease.
“Let me be honest, running this company doesn’t leave me a lot of time for a social life regardless of how many parties or soirees I host,” Asami said as she inched closer without Korra’s notice.
“I find myself stressed and lonely, afraid to attempt a real relationship because people might only see me as a means to my wealth.” Asami’s head dropped at the admission while she continued her approach.
“You may think less of me for what I’m about to ask you, but know that I did not put the ad out for the sole intent of seeking companionship,” Asami said as her fingers brushed Korra’s hand, making Korra start as she realized how close Asami had gotten.
“But it was still part of your intent,” Korra stated more than asked, but the question was still there.
“Yes, and I couldn’t have had better luck than with the two of you,” Asami said, dropping any pretense of vulnerability at Korra’s shrewd observation. “But if you aren’t willing, perhaps I should try my hand at Bolin. He looked absolutely delectable in those pants earlier.”
“Wait,” Korra said as Asami began to shift off the bed. Korra knew Bolin would agree just to try to protect her, and she nearly said as much but caught herself at the last moment. “If I agree to this, then Bolin can’t know about us.”
Asami smiled, and in the darkness, it seemed far more wicked to Korra.
“I promise I won’t say a thing about it to him,” Asami promised.
Korra’s brow furrowed as something about Asami’s phrasing left her uneasy but any chance to ponder it vanished as Asami leaned forward and kissed Korra. Korra was stunned at first, this was the first she had ever kissed another woman and the first kiss she had had since Mako died.
Part of Korra wanted to pull away because of that, but was unable to as Asami’s hand came up and caressed the back of her neck. Asami’s other hand caressed Korra’s thigh, slowly pushing up the simple white nightgown that had been left for Korra to change into. Korra’s hand caught Asami’s wrist at her thigh, feeling like this was all happening too fast, and Asami’s hand on Korra’s neck slipped up to tightly grab Korra’s hair.
Korra gasped as her head was pulled back and Asami’s tongue invaded her mouth. Korra let out a surprised whimper as it only served to remind her of Mako more. Asami’s hand broke free of Korra’s grasp and came up to grab a handful of Korra’s breast through her shift, making Korra whimper more as her hardening nipple was tweaked and mashed.
“You’re breathtaking, you know that?” Asami whispered as she pulled away. “I want to ravish you until you can’t walk. I want to see you bent over that table in my office and screaming your lungs out.”
Korra’s breath hitched at the intensity of Asami’s words. No one had ever spoken about her like that and despite her desire to resist, she found her pulse quickening at the thought of Asami doing all those things. When Asami leaned in to kiss her deeply again, Korra timidly returned the kiss, eliciting an eager growl from Asami.
“Finally getting into the mood are we, my little Water Tribe treat?” Asami breathed before backing off. “Then let’s see you bare it all.”
Korra blushed as she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shift, slowly working the fabric up. As it obscured her vision, she felt Asami stroke both her legs and tried to close them, only to have Asami’s nails dig into her skin, just shy of truly painfully.
“Don’t make me mar such pretty skin,” Asami warned and Korra allowed her legs to be spread open as she finished taking off her nightgown and tossed it aside.
Korra stared at the bed for several moments before finally glancing up to meet Asami’s eyes. From all of Asami’s aggressiveness, the last thing Korra expected to find in that brilliant emerald gaze was adoration, but there was no mistaking the look on Asami’s face.
Wordlessly, Asami leaned in again and kissed Korra. It was far more tender and when Asami pulled away, she began trailing kisses down Korra’s body. As she reached Korra’s heavy breasts, she stopped to tease Korra’s sandalwood colored nipples, flicking them with her tongue and nipping one teasingly to make Korra jump. That made Asami chuckle before she continued her descent.
“Ahh!” Korra cried out, jumping again as Asami tongued her navel. Asami shot her an amused look before kissing around Korra’s bellybutton and then shifting lower again.
“Enjoy this sight, Korra,” Asami said as she laid herself out on her stomach and urged Korra to recline a little. “I rarely prostrate myself before anyone.”
Korra gasped as Asami’s tongue teased her pussy, gliding along the edges before parting her folds and prodding at her entrance tauntingly. Korra’s hands clutched at the sheets as they balled into fists at Asami’s tantalizing tongue play. She couldn’t look away from the sight of the beautiful woman between her legs as Asami also watched her face, drinking in the image of Korra biting her lip to keep back further cries.
“Don’t hold back on my account,” Asami said, pulling back just as her tongue was about to brush over Korra’s clit. “I want to hear you scream. No one else will,” Asami said before lowering her lips once more to Korra’s pussy.
Korra’s moan as Asami’s tongue swirled around her clit filled the room. She hated that it felt so good, it felt like a betrayal, and not just of Mako. She couldn’t understand why her guilt included Bolin, they were only friends after all, but despite the shame she felt, she wouldn’t have stopped Asami. It had been so long since she had felt like this, she hadn’t realized how badly she had missed it until Asami had her drowning in pleasure.
“Ah, Miss Sato!” Korra cried out as Asami shifted to bring her fingers to Korra’s pussy, slipping her index and middle finger in alongside her tongue.
“When we’re in private, you may call me Mistress, or Asami, whichever you prefer,” Asami said before she pulled back and began kissing her way back up Korra’s body. Asami’s thumb took over toying Korra’s clit, working harder and faster than her tongue had. Korra’s hands went from clutching sheets to the headboard behind her as her body bucked with spasms.
“F-fuuCK!” Korra shouted as Asami relentlessly worked her pussy while returning to Korra’s breasts to catch a nipple between her teeth.
“Mmm,” Asami moaned into Korra as she writhed and her cries devolved into gibberish. Asami curled her fingers inside Korra while her thumb dug almost painfully into Korra’s clit.
Korra screamed as her body didn’t just spasm, it arched and nearly threw Asami from the bed as she came explosively. Asami clung to her, a look of exaltation on her face as if she were experiencing Korra’s climax herself. Korra finally slumped back down, a panting, sweaty mess and found Asami crawling up her body.
“Wha-?” was all Korra managed to get out before Asami kissed her, stealing what little breath she had left. Asami held herself to Korra until the waterbender’s body began to struggle for air.
“Very good,” Asami panted as she pulled away. “I think you will do very well here, Korra. I’ll leave you to get some rest. You’ll be needing it. Sleep well.”
Korra stared at the ceiling as Asami slipped out of the room as quietly as she had entered, left with a turmoil of thoughts and feelings that promised she would get little sleep at all.

***

Bolin was fast asleep. He’d always been accused of sleeping like a rock and not even his and Korra’s time on the streets had changed that fact. His dreams were often based on what he’d been dealing with in life recently so this night’s batch were a little odder than usual.
Korra popped up alot in them, which wasn’t unusual, but the situations were…provocative to say the least. Bolin hated that he often thought about Korra like that, especially given their complicated history, but in a dream it bothered him far less, especially when it felt so good.
Their lips and bodies were pressed together and Korra’s hand was massaging his crotch. Bolin moaned and then realized he could feel weight actually pressing against him. His transition from dreaming to consciousness was slow and left him sluggish.
“Kwah?” he mumbled.
A girlish giggle snapped him awake, and for a moment, he thought he’d actually find Korra in bed with him.
“I thought you’d never wake up. You actually had me concerned.”
Asami’s voice filled Bolin with panic even as he froze at the same time. What was going on? Why was she in his bed?
“Confused?” Asami whispered as she leaned over him, her hair cascading down to either side, hiding her face in shadows.
“Very much so,” Bolin said softly. He was sure he could lift her off him with ease, but thoughts of him and Korra being tossed back onto the streets held him back.
“Bolin, I know we had a few…issues during the interview, and I take full responsibility for making inappropriate assumptions, but what if I told you there was another aspect of the job I had been afraid to broach in mixed company?” Asami asked as she continued to press her body against his, making Bolin very aware that she was not wearing anything.
“Miss Sato…” Bolin tried to say, only to realize he had no idea what to say to that.
“I’ve been very lonely for a while now and need someone who will be there for me when I need them, but also be someone I can be discreet with. I still need to maintain a public image. Do you think you could be that person for me?” Asami asked, leaning in close until her lips were just shy of brushing his.
Bolin swallowed heavily as he weighed his options, not that there was much to weigh. He was also aware that she was still massaging the length of his shaft through his underwear.
“Still hesitating?” Asami asked with a pout. “Maybe Korra would be more open to my proposition,” she said as she made to push off of him.
Bolin’s hands moved almost before he realized it and he gripped Asami’s shoulders as he rolled the both of them, pinning her beneath him.
“You won’t touch her!” Bolin growled before it dawned on him what he had just done and his hands sprang away from her as he sat back awkwardly, his shoulders slumped. “I mean, please leave her out of this and I’ll do whatever you want.”
Asami seemed to be considering him in a new light as she sat up. She reached out to cup his chin and raise his head.
“If you do a good job, then it’ll be right back to my own bed after this, I promise. And by good job, I don’t mean your whole nervous and awkward act, the REAL you that I saw earlier, the one that you keep deep down inside. Do you think my family’s company was built without ever being…forceful?”
Bolin blinked in surprise. He knew how strong he was, that was part of what had made him a good pro-bender, and it was why he was always so careful. He had never encountered someone who wanted him to let loose like that, not even among the more forward fangirls he had been with. His hands opened and closed as he struggled with the idea. It didn’t help that he now had a good look at Asami’s naked body and just how jaw-droppingly beautiful she was.
“Do you need a little inspiration, Bolin?” Asami asked as she crawled closer. “I think I have an idea. I look forward to seeing Korra bent over the table in my office, howling with pleasure as she rakes claw marks in the wood like a fucking whor-.”
Asami gasped in surprise as Bolin lunged forward, one hand grabbing her by the neck and driving her down. His other hand gripped her hair as he loomed over her. Rather than be terrified, Asami smiled up at him.
“That’s right. If you want me to forget all about her then you better fuck the thought of that delicious looking Water Tribe treat right out of my head,” Asami whispered aggressively.
Bolin’s heart was pounding and his body felt like it was moving on its own as he reached down and shoved his underwear down. His cock slapped Asami’s stomach as it was freed and she twitched at the force of it.
“Mmm, you’ll make such an excellent stud,” Asami said appreciatively as her eyes took in the full scale of his dick.
Bolin didn’t have room in his head for words as anger and instinct began to take over. He forced Asami’s head back as his other hand traveled down her body and gripped the back of her thigh to force her legs apart. He didn’t bother checking to see if she was ready for his cock as he shifted to align it with her entrance but the wild moan that escaped her as he thrust forward said she was ready enough.
Bolin’s hands went to Asami’s hips and her head came up in time to see veins stand out along his arms as his grip tightened and he yanked her onto his cock. Asami’s eyes shrank to pinpricks at the force of his fucking but her mouth was twisted in an ecstatic smile.
“OH YES! FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT, BOLIN! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!” Asami howled as Bolin bent over her and began to fuck her with a ferocity even he didn’t know he possessed.
The room filled with his grunts and Asami’s wanton cries. Any time Bolin started to lag it was merely a prelude to him forcing her into a new position and remounting her. Asami may have underestimated him as he pumped load after load into her without any sign of stopping.
“Ahh ahn YES!” Asami continuously moaned into his pillow as she lay prone face down and he savagely pounded her into the mattress. He yanked her head up by her hair, letting her exhausted cries ring out as he once more flooded her womb with his seed. He let go as he finished and her head fell forward as she panted.
As Bolin clambered off her, she very nearly passed out from exhaustion; only the fact that she could not allow herself to be found like that in the morning kept her from succumbing. Just as she was going to push herself up, Bolin’s hand took hold of her and flipped her onto her back as he pulled her so her head hung off the edge of his bed.
“Where you going, Miss Sato?” Bolin said as his cock towered over her face, coated in a mix of cum and her juices that dripped onto her cheek. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
Asami didn’t know whether to smile or cry. She had found a diamond in the rough or rather, a rough diamond. Instead she opened her mouth invitingly.
“Who’s the whore now?” Bolin said as he tipped his cock towards her mouth and slid his glans past her lips.
“Mmmmmmmmph,” Asami moaned at the amazing mixture of flavors sliding across her tongue and then Bolin’s hands closed around her neck, not enough to truly cut off her air, but enough to allow him to resume his wild thrusting.
“Glk, glk, glk, guk!” Her choking gurgles only spurred him on as he carved her throat into the shape of his cock.
Bolin grunted with the effort of cramming more and more of his cock down her throat. As he finally hilted himself, his grunts turned into a long, low moan as he came again, nearly drowning her in a deluge of cum.
Asami choked and sputtered until cum shot from her nose and only then did Bolin begin to pull back. Asami desperately rolled onto her stomach, coughing hard and wiping at her face.
Bolin slumped to the floor, resting one arm on a raised knee as he met Asami’s eyes.
“Is that a ‘good job’, Miss Sato?” Bolin asked, an edge to his voice even as sweat dripped from every inch of him.
“You know, I break wild ostrich horses in my free time,” Asami said as she slowly picked herself up. Bolin’s eyes followed her as she stood up and made her way to the door, still naked. She paused at the door, looking back at him, “I think you will prove a far more interesting challenge. Good night, Bolin.”
With that she slipped out of his room, leaving Bolin spent and wondering what the next day would bring.

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