Xxx Fan Fiction - Kim Kardashian (erotic,sex,stories)
It had started like any other night at work.
But now here he was, in the backseat of a stretch limo, sodomizing Kim Kardashian as she screamed her approval.
"That's it, baby! That's it! Make me your fucking whore!"
Calvin could hardly believe it. It just wasn't possible. But as he leant forward to squeeze her infamously huge tits – all the while fucking her notoriously phat ass – he looked back over the night, thinking of how he'd come to be here.
The evening started with a call from Cal's boss telling him that the special guest DJ had called in sick for that night's set.
"You'd really be saving my ass if you could fill in for him." The boss said.
Of course Cal agreed. The pay on a Saturday night was over double what he got spinning discs during the week and the fact the boss asked him to fill in showed him that the owners had confidence in what he could do.
He showed up at the club at 10 and his set kicked off at 11. His booth was small and dark, but comfortable, and its position high above the dance floor allowed him full view of the crowd. He watched proudly as they reacted with excitement and joy whenever he dropped the next beat on them.
Living in LA and working at a nightclub, Cal had grown immune to being starstruck. He'd seen too many tween idols doing blow in the toilets and too many pint-size leading men picking fights to buy into the whole celebrity culture thing anymore.
A beautiful woman, however, is still a beautiful woman, and whenever a model or an actress or the latest 'it' girl came into party, Cal had to admit he'd sit up and take notice...not that they noticed him in return, sequestered as he was in the shadows of his booth.
Out of all the party girls, the rising stars, the celubtantes – or celubutards, depending on your opinion – there was one that stood above all the others.
Kim Kardashian.
And she was downstairs now, on the floor, dancing to Cal's beat.
Cal knew her well. How could anyone not in this modern culture? She was famous for the exact same reason Paris Hilton was. The generous answer was 'for nothing'. The less generous answer would be for being a rich girl who got caught fucking on camera.
She had parlayed an entire career from that indiscretion, using the opportunity in such a canny fashion that it highlighted the difference between her and her former BFF Paris. Kim was shrewd. 'Stupid like a fox', the saying went.
It didn't hurt that she looked the way she did. While Paris had a droopy eye and a strange nose and a blank look plastered all over her face, Kim had the kind of porn star dimensions that would drive any man wild, and just the smallest glint in her eye that she knew how to use them.
Not that any of this could be construed as admiration on Cal's part. If anything, he was dubious about her and all that she represented. If asked point-blank, he might only reluctantly admit a passing attraction to her, despite her obvious superficiality.
Looking down at her, however, as she moved beneath the lights and shook that much-lauded booty of hers, he knew such denials were pointless. In the flesh, she was twice as gorgeous, and his entire body stirred at the very thought of her.
And then, as if she could sense his attention, she glanced up at his booth. Her eyes connected with his. She smiled a knowing smile.
Cal's heart suddenly felt like a lightbulb at the moment of blowing out. It surged and burst. He looked away, strangely embarrassed, only to look back at her a second later. She was still staring up at him. Her eyes were teasing, her smile strangely intimate.
Another girl, presumably a friend of hers, tapped her on her shoulder, and just like that the connection was broken as Kim looked away. Cal let out a breath.
He focused on his decks and brushed the moment aside. With all the mirrored glass surrounding the booth, he wouldn't be surprised if she was offering a flirtatious smile to her own reflection. He laughed to himself. Yeah, that seemed right. That was exactly what was going on.
An hour passed by. He'd lost sight of Kim completely and, if anything, he was relieved to be free of the distraction. With her tight, low-cut dress she was far too hypnotic a sight. If he wanted to prove himself to his boss tonight, he needed as few diversions as possible.
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door.
Cal turned around. His lightbulb heart burst a second time.
Kim was standing in the doorway of the booth in her revealing purple cocktail dress, her fuck-me pumps adding to her already impressive height. She was staring at him with the same teasing smile she'd offered him before.
"Uh...hi." Cal said.
"Hi," she replied. She didn't wait for Cal to invite her in. Instead, she slinked into the booth and closed the door behind her. "I hope you don't mind that I came up."
"No, no...not at all. It's cool. How can I help you?" Cal said. He absentmindedly hit the play button on the next track. That should give him enough time to have whatever conversation Kim had in mind.
"Do you take requests?" She asked, a question almost all DJs reacted to with utter annoyance.
"Sorry, no. Not that kind of club." Cal said. Kim stepped forward, edging towards him, bringing that body of hers closer and closer to him.
She giggled.
"It's not a music request." She said. She drew so close to him that their lips were almost touching, then sidestepped him to stand next to him behind the decks.
"Then, uh...what kind of request is it?" Cal asked.
"It's my birthday tomorrow. Actually..." she said, raising her wrist to look at her watch. The few seconds it took her to focus her eyes told Cal she'd been drinking. "...it's after midnight...I'm officially a birthday girl."
She looked up at Cal and grinned. "Help me celebrate?"
"Well, that depends. What did you have in mind?" If his heart had burst before, the lightbulb had flashed back into life now and was burning very bright and very hot.
"Usually it'd involve popping a bottle of champagne. But I feel like popping something else tonight..." She said, her Californian lilt ending in a drunken slur.
With the ruffling of silk she slid in between Cal and the console. Her body was now pressed firmly against his. Her constrained breasts pushed against his chest, the warmth of her crotch pressed against the hardness of his. She smelt like perfume and cocktails.
"Tell me something." She said. Cal had to consciously ease the pounding of his heart to answer,
"Yeah?" He asked. For a moment, it seemed like she wasn't going to say anything else. Instead, she moaned lightly as she ran her hands up and down his torso and played at his belt.
Finally, she spoke.
"Tell me...can you perform under pressure?"
Her fingers latched onto his fly, unzipping them, allowing her to dip her hand into his jeans and feel the already fully erect member that pulsed within.
"Oh, God..." Cal whispered in an urgent hush.
"That doesn't answer my question." Kim said with a mocking grin. She squeezed him through his boxers as if to entice him into responding.
"Uh, yeah, yeah...I can handle a bit of pressure..." He said, which prompted him to hit play on the second track he had lined up. The crowd on the floor below didn't pause as their dancing matched the beat of the new song.
"That's what I like to hear." Kim said, pulling her hand free of his fly long enough to yank off his belt. She tugged his pants down and wrestled with his underwear, pulling his big, rubbery dick out to the sound of her moaning approval.
"Oh, yesss..." Kim murmured, running her hand up and down Cal's shaft to asses the full length of him. "This is exactly what I wanted."
She wrapped her hand around his dick, just below the ridge of the helmet, and squeezed tightly. Cal groaned, his hips jerking of their own accord.
"Just act like I'm not even here." She said, offering him one last look at her twinkling eyes and mischievous smile before she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Stars pulsed in front of Cal's eyes...or was that just the lights of the club? It was hard to tell. All he could think of was the incredible feeling of Kim Kardashian's mouth as she parted her lips and sucked him down.
He stared out at the crowd below. From where they were standing they wouldn't be able to see the raven-haired celebrity who was currently taking every inch of his cock and greedily wrapping her tongue around it. That thought alone sent another thrill racing through him.
"Jeeeeesus." Cal sighed as Kim's head bobbed on his shaft, her lips smacking and her cheeks slurping as she gave him the best blowjob he'd ever had.
She looked up at him, her chocolate brown eyes sparkling in the dark. She slipped his dick from her mouth, her fingers playing with the now slippery shaft.
"Don't miss the beat, Mr DJ." She said with a giggle, prompting Cal to grab his headphones. He had just enough time to line up another track, mixing the beat in with the song that was finishing.
Kim laughed at the slip. Obviously she loved how much of a distraction she'd proven to be.
"Very good!" She said, pumping his shaft with both hands as she slurped on the swollen head.
The excitement in Cal was building. It had been a while since he'd last been with a woman, let alone one was scorchingly hot – and sexually talented – as Kim. He tried focusing on the decks in front of him to keep from getting too excited too quickly.
Kim was tickling his balls and, feeling how tight they were, popped his shaft from her mouth to tease him.
"You gonna cum, Cal?" She asked. Like a playful cat, she rubbed her face against his hard, glistening cock, the engorged head running along her cheeks, over her nose, the underside of the shaft pressing against the entire left-side of her face. All the while, she cupped and squeezed his balls.
"N-no..." Cal said weakly, twisting knobs and pressing dials, desperately trying to ignore just how badly he wanted her, how much he hungered for his release.
"No?" Kim repeated with mock astonishment. "Are you saying I'm not a good cocksucker, Cal?"
"Not at all..." Cal breathed, hitting the play button on another song. He was starting to worry that she might have come to her senses and leave him blue-balled and embarrassed.
"So I'm a good cocksucker then?" Kim asked. She rubbed his cock against the other side of her face now, his balls pressing against her chin. She rolled her head back to flicker her tongue against the hole on his tight, purple helmet.
"Very good." Cal said, hoping that playing along and cajoling her would get her to finish what she started.
"The best?" She asked, now taunting him by skirting the tip of her tongue along the underside of his straining cockhead.
"The best!" He repeated desperately.
"That's right..." She moaned. "I'm the best fucking cocksucker you've ever met. And you're going to cum for me, aren't you?" She reached a hand up and squeezed his shaft hard, almost painfully. "Aren't you?"
"Yes!" Cal replied without hesitation.
"Then let's make you cum, hmm?" She said with a big grin, before slipping his shining shaft between her lips once again. She knelt in front of him, simply holding him there in her mouth, smiling around his cock.
Cal jabbed at a few buttons in front of him, keeping the beat going, adding some samples. He could feel Kim's hot mouth below the deck, sitting idly, content to do nothing more than envelope him.
He glanced down, curious as to why she wasn't moving. Kim's eyes smouldered back at him in a come-hither glance, his attention the cue she'd been waiting for to start corkscrewing her head, twisting her mouth around his member in an overwhelming tornado of sucking and licking.
Ssssllllrrpppp pppluuhhhpp ssqwlk Kim's mouth popped and squelched as her hair whipped left and right, her mouth a whirlwind on Cal's throbbing cock.
"Shhit!" Cal cursed, his ass clenching and his legs threatening to give out beneath him as Kim's mouth twisted free of his shaft, allowing her to start tongue-lashing the underside of the twitching head.
Kim encircled both her hands around Cal's cock and started jerking him off hard and fast, lathering his balls with her tongue.
"Give me your beautiful white load!" She hissed, his pubes tickling her nose. "I want to taste it! I want it on my tongue and slipping down my throat!"
Cal felt like the head of his shaft had never been so hard, never strained so tight. All his body was focused on this one moment, this one need. He knew. He knew he was at his limit.
Heat. Bubbling heat. It welled up from within him, streamed from his balls to explode in fat, milky fireworks from the tip of his cock.
"Fuuuuu---rrrgh! Fuuhh! Fuck!" He cried, his pelvis stabbing forward as he blasted hot and heavy into Kim Kardashian's waiting mouth, her throat glugging as she swallowed Every. Last. Drop.
"Mmmmmm!" She moaned approvingly, her eyelashes fluttering as she looked up at him, her cheeks hollowed around his thumping dick. "Uuuummmnnnh!"
She opened her mouth to show the sheeny wad she'd collected on her wide tongue, the last splash of Cal's jizz hitting her on her perfectly made-up lips and her eager tastebuds.
In her enthusiasm, she spilled a few drops of Cal's load, letting it drip into the alluring chasm of her cleavage. She giggled at the warm, tricking feel of it before closing her full mouth and swallowing deeply.
"So tasty!" She enthused, before raising an eyebrow. "But you might want to pay a bit more attention."
Cal was confused for a moment, overcome as he was by Kim's mouth and the joy of his release. Finally, it managed to penetrate his orgasmic fog that the beat playing in the background was slowly fading, leaving the crowd below with nothing to dance to.
Cal scrambled, hitting 'play' just as the club full of people started expressing confusion as to what had happened to the music.
Kim grinned, Cal's drizzling cock plopped on her cheek.
"I thought you said you could perform under pressure." She said, placing a lingering kiss on his shaft's burning head before she pulled his pants up, tucking him away again.
"You got your load, didn't you?" Cal said with a cocky grin.
Kim laughed, offering him her hand to pull her up.
"I can still feel it warming my throat." She whispered into his ear. Cal shuddered as she sucked the lobe before pulling away.
"Goodnight, Mr DJ," she said, strolling over to the door. "Thanks for the champagne."
"H-happy birthday!" Cal called after, unsure of what else to say.
She offered him a saucy wink, opening the door and slipping out of the booth, leaving Cal to wonder how the hell that had just happened. He was by no means unattractive, but he also wasn't the kind of guy who got sucked off by random celebrities in public places.
With his entire body still tingling, Cal returned his attention to the dancefloor. He kept an eye out for Kim but didn't see her again. Eventually he assumed she'd left the club.
'Damn. I should have asked for her phone number.' He thought to himself, his entire attitude to Kim Kardashian now dramatically altered.
By 3am Cal was wrapping up his set, the majority of the crowd having moved onto their various after-hours clubs. After he'd finished for the night, he tidied up, slung his bag over his shoulder and left out the backdoor, too tired to hang with the staff.
He usually took the backdoor to avoid the drunks that sometimes lingered outside the entrance. It was normally deserted except for a few of the employees' cars. Tonight, however, was the first time he'd walked out to find a limo sitting there, waiting.
The window of the backseat whirred down and Kim Kardashian's beautiful face materialised from the darkness within.
"Mr DJ!" She called with a smile, waving her hand to invite him over. "Want a lift?"
As Cal approached the limo, the door swung open. He looked left and right, checking to see if maybe there were some reality TV cameras or paparazzi hanging around or something, before he slid inside. The door slammed closed behind him.
He'd never been inside a limo before. There were two seats facing each other, both plush leather. Kim sat smiling warmly at him in the corner.
"Thanks," he said. "For the lift. And, uh...you know...for before, too. That was the best---"
Kim put her index finger, gesturing for silence. She leaned forward, raising her voice to address the chauffer who sat quietly in the front of the car.
"Drive." She told him before hitting the switch that rolled the privacy screen up. The car rumbled to life and pulled out of the alley, the lights of the streetlamps bouncing off its reflected windows.
"I don't think I introduced myself properly before," she said, returning her attention to Cal. "Kim Kardashian. And you are?"
She offered him her hand, which he took. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of it, the very picture of courtly decorum.
"Calvin," he said. "Call me Cal."
"Pleased to meet you, Calvin-call-me-Cal," Kim said with a bemused giggle, before turning her attention to the limo's mini-bar. "Would you like something to drink? Champagne, perhaps?"
She offered the last with a meaningful smile. Cal chuckled in return.
"Sounds good to me."
Kim poured two glasses of champagne.
"Cheers." She said, and they clinked their glasses together. As Cal sipped, he kept sight of Kim out of the corner of his eye. He wondered what exactly she had in mind.
"You know, Cal," she said after swallowing a small mouthful of champagne. "You really do have the most beautiful cock I've ever sucked."
Cal almost choked on his drink. He managed to avoid doing a spit-take only by gulping the champagne down. Kim grinned,
"It's true. So big and thick and tasty. But fair's fair, you know..."
"W-what do you mean?" Cal asked, his pulse racing for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
"I've seen yours," Kim said, parting her legs. "Now it's time for you to see mine."
As you'd expect of a celubtante – and as Cal had hoped for – she wasn't wearing any panties.
Her pubic hair was dark, of course, but fine. Wispy. It was obvious that she took meticulous care of it, shaped as it was in a perfect triangle pointing to her already wet pussy, the lips pink and moist.
Cal could feel a groan escaping from within his chest. Kim's teeth flashed in a smile of dirty delight.
"Mine's not like yours," she said, her smile shifting into a mock pout. "It's not big. It's small and tight and very, very wet."
She slipped a hand down, parting her pussylips open with her middle and forefingers. The beads of moisture sparkled as Kim ran her teasing fingers up and down her folds, skimming her clit and causing her thighs to tense.
"My tits, however," she said, her free hand reaching up to squeeze and fondle her left breast. "...Now they are big. Don't you agree?"
Cal nodded dumbly.
"Very big," he replied. "Though it's hard to say without getting a proper look."
Kim laughed.
"True!" She said, her thumb hooking into the strap of her dress, playing with it. "Would you like to see them?"
"Very, very much." Cal said. He sat staring at Kim without blinking or looking away. He wanted to record every second in his memory.
Her dazzling white smile shone at him again as she pulled the straps of her dress down, baring inch after inch of sloping breast flesh.
Eventually, so much was exposed that Cal guessed that she must have already removed her bra while she'd been waiting for him, if she'd even been wearing one to begin with...With a dramatic reveal, Kim pulled down the last of the material, letting her breasts fall free. They were, in a word, magnificent. The most incredible pair of tits Cal had ever seen in the flesh.
His expression must have shown that, as Kim giggled at his reaction.
"Like what you see?" She asked, wiggling from side to side and letting her breasts jiggle.
Cal nodded.
"They're perfect."
And they were; the full, plump contours, the soft texture, the heavy weight of them. If they were fake, as Cal had heard rumoured, there was no way he could tell.
Cal reached out tentatively to touch them, which Kim obliged him in by arching her back and leaning forward.
"They're so soft." He whispered as he squeezed and stroked them to Kim's moaning approval. She brought her mouth to his and kissed him in a sudden wave of passion, their lips and tongues rolling against one another as Cal continued to grope her breasts and pinch at her pebbly nipples.
Their kiss was having a dramatic effect on Kim. She moaned around Cal's mouth, pressing her body more fully against his, her kisses growing in intensity, in need.
Cal started to reach a hand down to her crotch, looking to touch the alluringly wet pussy he'd glimpsed only moments earlier, but Kim suddenly pulled away, confusing him.
"You want to taste me?" She asked warmly, but not without a hint of teasing.
"So much." Cal answered without hesitation.
"Then let me help you with that." She said, raising her glass of champagne and letting it hover in the air for a moment before she slowly started to tip it over, pouring the sparkling liquid down along her breasts and between her thighs.
"Tickles!" Kim giggled as champagne dripped from her nipples, her glossy tits rippling.
"Look at you – you're all wet now." Cal said, grinning.
"I was wet to start with." Kim laughed, placing her glass down and lowering her arms so that her now soaked breasts pressed together.
"Let me help you with that, hmm?" Cal said, pressing into her again, his tongue finding the side of her neck, her chest, lapping up beads of alcohol as he went.
Kim let out a carefree laugh as Cal worked his way down, his tongue soaking up every ounce of the champagne and running along the contour of her tits.
"Taste good?" She asked him. He mumbled an enthusiastic reply, to which Kim chuckled – a chuckle that was cut off by a gasp of pleasure and sharp intake of breath as Cal's mouth found Kim's nipple, his tongue running teasing circles around it.
He taunted her like that for several agonising seconds before opening his mouth wide and suckling in her titflesh, slurping up the champagne with thirsty desire.
"Mmmm...my breasts are soooo sensitive," she told him. "You're making them feel soooo goooood."
Kim gripped his head tightly, her fingers coiled in his hair, as he nuzzled in her cleavage a moment before returning to sucking on her perfect, plump tits, eagerly lapping up every drop of liquor he could find.
He inched further down, tonguing the underside of her boobs. Her dress, with the hem hiked up and the straps pulled down, now better resembled a belt that clung around her midsection like a dark purple sash.
"Lick me!" She hissed urgently, her hips writhing beneath the both of them. "Lick my fucking cunt! I need it so bad!"
Cal smiled – for all the power and control Kim had demonstrated so far, now it was his turn to do some teasing.
"How badly do you need it?" He asked, allowing two of his fingers to play in the puddle of champagne and pussy fluid that was slicking Kim's thighs. Her lap wriggled at the taunting, tiny contact.
"So badly," she breathed. "Please! Please, baby, lick my pussy..."
Her hands found her breasts to squeeze the mounds and pinch her nipples.
"Taste me!" She urged him again.
Cal smirked as he knelt on the car floor. He suckled at Kim's thighs like he was swallowing a ripe fruit, the champagne still gleaming on her olive skin.
He edged towards her pussy, stealing glimpses at it as he licked his way up her inner leg. The folds were swollen, her clit engorged and peeking out from beneath its hood.
She was already so aroused that he imagined her cumming with little provocation, but he was going to make this last as much as he could.
When his tongue finally found her slit, Kim yelped with the rushing pleasure of it, then moaned in oozing satisfaction.
"Ohhhhh shhhit! Baby!" She cried.
Cal mapped her pussy with the tip of his tongue, detailing every gentle wrinkle, every slippery fold. He circled the pearl of her clit and suckled at it, wracking Kim's body with shuddering sparks.
"Uunh! Oouugh!"
Cal used both his hands to gently pry open Kim's cunt, so pink and tender and shimmering inside. Using his whole tongue, he licked Kim from crack to clit.
Kim's eyes shuttered close, her head fell back, and she let out a loud, drawn-out moan. Her ass squeaked on the leather seat that was slickened by the champagne, her streaming cunt, and Cal's saliva.
"Uh unh!" She cried. "Ooh baby!"
She pushed her muff harder onto Cal's mouth, her clit grinding against his nose.
"Lick it, baby. Be a good boy and lick it!"
He lapped at her slit like a dog at a bowl of water as Kim's head thrashed from side to side, her breasts swaying from the motion.
"Thhhhhat's iiit!" She breathed.
Cal was lost in the fizz of the champagne, the tang of Kim's cunt. She was so wet her juices were dribbling down his chin, but he paid it no attention as he tonguefucked her furiously.
In a mad rush, he plunged his fingers into her pussy. Kim screamed.
"Oh fuck, baby! Fffff----uuuu----cckk mmmmm---eeeeee---eeee!"
Cal pulled his thick digits out of her just long enough to frig her clit as his tongue snaked up and down inside her.
"Shit!" Kim cursed. "Oh shit!" Her legs were parted wide, her high-heeled shoes dangling from her feet.
Cal jammed his fingers back inside her, sluicing them in and out of her steaming slit in a blur of motion.
Sqqqrlk! Sklik! Ppliggg! Kim's cunt squished in time to Cal's eager fingerfucking.
"Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Awwwwrrrgh!" Kim screamed. Cal could feel the hammering of her heart reverberating through her whole body, her pussy pulsing around his fingers. He knew she was on the brink of cumming.
That's why he was so shocked when Kim grabbed him, pulling his hand from her mound, and slammed him back on the passenger seat.
"Fuck this!" She growled, mashing her mouth against his, her tongue swirling past his lips. Her hands were on his pants and moving to the sounds of his belt unbuckling, his fly unzipping. His jeans were tossed aside without a second thought.
Kim kissed him ravenously, her hunger so deep now it was almost painful. Her eyes flashed him a predatory desire as she threw her hair back over her shoulders and turned around, hoisting herself up so that her legs were on either side of Cal's lap.
"I need your fucking cock so bad!" She murmured as she grabbed his shaft in one hand and, with her back to him, she lowered herself down, the cock of his head parting her pussylips and embedding itself deep in her tubes, all in one hard, squelching push.
"Oooouuuunnnnngh yyyyyyeeeessssssssss!" Kim moaned with heartfelt gratification, her tits wobbling as she arched her back.
"Oh my fucking God!" Cal swore, completely overwhelmed by finding himself suddenly balls deep in Kim Kardashian's red hot cunt.
Kim let out a series of moans and whimpering breaths as she started to raise and lower herself on his cock, her hands clamping to his knees to give herself better leverage. Her fingernails dug into his kneecaps and Cal groaned at the divine mix of pleasure and pain.
"So deep!" Kim said through a husky breath. "You're so fucking deep inside me, baby!"
Her ass smacked up and down on his crotch as he reached up to grab her breasts, the pendulous orbs heavy in his hands.
"Oh yes!" Cal said as he thrust his hips up to meet Kim's downward push. "Fuck yes!"
As Cal squeezed her nipples and stroked her breasts, Kim drifted a hand down to work at her clit, the little nub singing in ecstasy.
"Ggggod!" Kim grunted as she rubbed tight, tingling circles over her clitoris, hefting her big, sweet booty up and down on the quivering cock beneath her.
The city streets of LA flew by outside the car. Large, anonymous crowds shuffled through the night. Not a single one of them realised that, inside the long black limo that passed them by so quickly, Kim Kardashian was getting her brains absolutely fucked out.
"Huuunh! Hrrrh! Uhhh!" Kim cried with each stabbing push of Cal's cock, the delicate folds of her pussy gripping tight to his veiny shaft.
"I---I need it---I need it----harder! Harder!" She panted, straining to keep control of herself as she threw her body into fucking the stud beneath her.
Cal glanced to the side and, in the dark glass of the limo's windows, he could see the image of Kim reflected back, her brow knotted in sharp desire, her skin moist, her breasts bouncing in his firm grip. All he wanted to do was fuck her and fuck her and fuck her.
Overcome by the impulse, he grabbed her waist and pushed her forward onto the floor.
"Huhp!" Kim yelped in surprise, lost as she was to her own rhythm, but she moved in accordance with Cal as he repositioned her on her knees, her forearms resting on the second passenger seat that faced opposite the one they'd started on.
"Ooooooh!" Kim murmured her approval as Cal took control, holding her hips tight as he started fucking her doggystyle. "Oh yes, baby! Harder! Faster! Deeper!"
Wet slapping filled the limo's cabin as Cal ploughed his dick into the celebrity heiress' greedy cunt.
"Slap my ass!" Kim hissed through clenched teeth, her breasts swinging beneath her wildly. "Slap it!"
Cal obliged by swatting her gently on the left cheek to begin with, then harder and harder as Kim grew more desperate in her pleading.
"Fucking slap it!" She practically shouted. "Slap my ass! Make it hurt!"
Cal was soon slapping her on the ass as hard as he could, her cheek blushing a deep red as he fucked her from behind, her cries of delight punctuating the smacking of her flesh.
For the first time, Cal wondered if the driver could hear everything that was going on, but his concern vanished almost immediately when, in the midst of her moaning, Kim suddenly cried,
"Fuck my ass, baby! Fuck my ass!"
Cal stopped mid-thrust. Kim, sweaty and breathless, looked back at him.
"What's the matter?" She asked. "Don't want to?"
Cal glanced down at her butt. He'd never been much of an ass man but there was something so hypnotic about Kim's. It was so beautifully round. The perfect bubble butt.
"Yeah," he said, looking from her ass into her beautiful brown eyes. "I wanna fuck your ass."
Kim grinned almost triumphantly. Reaching over, she grabbed the champagne bottle.
"Soak me up first." She said as she offered Cal the bottle. He took it from her, mystified, but followed her lead by up-ending the champagne all over her ass. It hit her in a frothing wave, making her coo.
"Mmmmm!" She murmured, closing her eyes.
The champagne poured down her thighs and pooled in her crack. It bubbled even as Cal ran his index finger in circles around Kim's contracted asshole, gently pushing the tip in.
Kim's cunt pressed down on Cal's stiff dick as she reacted immediately to his touch.
"Ohhhhfffffff! Hhhrn! Hh!" She grunted, shoving her ass up in the air, pressing her cheek into the cool of the passenger seat.
Cal soaked his whole finger into Kim's thick ass, working it in and out of her, eventually adding a second finger when the pressure lightened enough.
"Ggg-gud! Oh, God!" Kim choked, her toned body trembling as Cal started to piston his cock in time with his hand, fingerfucking her ass as he thrust his shaft into her cunt.
Finally, the time came. With Kim's long hair hanging in her face, her entire body convulsing with need, Cal pulled his dripping dick out of her roasting cunt and positioned it half-an-inch higher, up against the little pink starfish of her asshole.
"Yes! Yes, baby! Do it! Buttfuck me! Pllleeeease!"
With Kim's pleading ringing in his ears, Cal pushed forward.
Kim let out a guttural moan as her lover crammed every bump and ridge of his throbbing cock into her thick, juicy ass.
"Ooouuuuuunnnggggh mmmmmmyyyyy nnnNGGGOOOODDDDDDDD!!" She screamed as he pushed unrelentingly forward, puncturing her succulent rump.
Cal came to rest with his dick lodged firmly in Kim's sphincter. They both knelt motionless, the bristles of his pubic hair brushing at her crack, her pussy leaking with her sizzling desire.
"Ohhh Jeeeezus..." Cal murmured as he rubbed and grasped Kim's round asscheeks. He'd never experienced anything so fucking tight. Every muscle in her ass was constricting around him, gripping him tightly.
"Unnnnhhhhfuck me, baby...fffuck mmmeeee..." She whispered, finding the words difficult to express through her dizzying pleasure.
Cal nodded, almost to himself, as he clutched onto Kim's hips and pulled himself back out of her asshole, before pushing forward again, wedging himself inside her.
"Uunh! Hah!" They both gasped.
"Oh God," Cal groaned. "S'like...s'like...concentrated sex! So fucking goddamn tight!"
"You're filling me up so good, baby! You're so deep inside me! I can feel the head...I can feel it throbbing in my stomach!" Kim replied, almost weeping from the excruciating intensity of it. "Oh fuck me baby! Stop teasing me and fuck my ass!"
Cal almost had to block out everything he was feeling and hearing as he started to move his hips back and forth. It was too much, too painfully hot. He felt like a volcano, surging with heat and the horrible need to simply explode.
But he pushed through that, and focused on the task of fucking Kim's meaty, magnificent ass.
"Uuuunnnnnfffffffck!" Kim moaned and hissed as she pushed her ass back at him.
"Sp-spank me!" She cried, now matching his thrusts with her own. "Fucking spank me!"
Using the opposite hand to the one he'd smacked her with before, Cal now slapped Kim's unblemished right cheek red raw.
"That's it, baby! That's it! Make me your fucking whore!" Kim spat as she built up speed, throwing herself into the overwhelming rhythm of their shared passion.
"My clit! Stroke my clit!" She cried out, and once again Cal obliged, reaching around her waist to finger the thumping button.
"Ffff! Hhhhunh!" Kim panted, her neck straining as she threw her head forward, burying her face in the plush leather seat to muffle her screams of joy.
"Huuuuuunnnhhh! Uuuuaaauuuh! Ggghhhuuggh!"
Cal, his muscles screeching at him, could feel the lava churning within him, seeking release. He doubled his efforts, determined to buttfuck Kim into oblivion. If he was close, she was closer. He knew it.
"More! More! More! Mmmmmmooooorrrreee!" Kim screamed with each and every thrust, the last cry coming as her eyes screwed shut, her body involuntarily hunkering down, clenching hard.
"Oh, baby! Oh, baby!---I'm---I'm cumming! I'm cuuuummmmmiiiiinnnngggg!"
Cal grabbed her big, melony tits again as he rode her over the edge of her orgasm, her pussy creaming as she came, her ass muscles constricting hard and tight. She was the first woman he'd ever known to ejaculate, her cunt spraying her thin, slippery fluids all over her thighs and matting in the carpet beneath them.
"FFFFFFFFF---Fuh!---Fuh!---ck! Fuck! Fuck!" Kim wailed as she came, lost to her release, before surprising Cal one last time before suddenly demanding. "Cum on me baby! Bathe me in it! Make me your filthy fucking cum slut!"
"Uuuuu!" Cal responded, his dick surging at her words.
It hit. Heart pounding, blood boiling, body convulsing, it hit. White hot and earthquaking, it erupted from him.
He pulled out just in time for the liquidy rush to burst from the head of his cock and rain down on Kim, splattering thick waves of cum on her ass, up her back, between her shoulders. Pearls of wet ecstasy landed in the dark curls of her hair, crowning her as his perverse queen.
"NnnnnnnGGGOOODDD!" Cal roared, his face and entire body contorted with exquisite release.
Kim moved quickly, spinning on her knees to catch the last of his spattering load on her lips, taking him directly from her ass into her mouth, moaning with deep satisfaction as she once again tasted his filthy spunk.
For the second time that night, his cum spilled out over her chin to drip onto her glorious breasts. It felt to Cal like he was signing his work. The thought made him laugh.
He collapsed backwards, his dick pulling loose from Kim's mouth as he fell. He sat and watched, completely spent, as Kim stared him down, licking all his salty jizz away until all she was coated in was the fine sheen of her own saliva, the coat of her own sweat.
Her hands and legs shaking, Kim coiled in beside Cal, her body humming like a tuning fork in her orgasmic daze.
"...I..." She said through tangled breaths. "I...have never...ever...been fucked like that before."
"Neither...neither have I..." Cal admitted, offering her the nook of his arm to rest in. They lay twisted around one another, easing down from the high they'd shared, the limo silently continuing its aimless journey.
Without speaking, Kim leant forward to grab at Cal's pile of clothes. She found what she was looking for in his jean pockets – his cell phone.
"This is my number," she said, adding her details into his address book under the name 'Kim xxo'. "You better call me."
"I dunno..." He said with a teasing laugh. "I told you I don't do requests."
"Good thing this isn't a request." She replied with a smirk and a raise of her eyebrows.
"Yes, ma'am." He smiled.
She asked him where he lived and he gave her the address. She hit the intercom and told the driver. The tone he replied with gave no hint as to whether or not he'd heard them fucking so intensely in the back of his car.
When they pulled up outside Cal's place, they were both fully dressed. Cal got out of the limo to find the night sky giving way to the morning, the first light of dawn already breaking. What a strange night it had been.
Kim leaned out the window, offering him the same quietly amused smile she'd had when she'd first stepped into his booth.
"Nice place." She said without even looking at the building.
"Thanks." Cal said, unsure of what else to say.
"I'm serious, you know. About calling me. That was so incredible...it'd be a shame to only experience it the one time. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Very much." Cal said with a nod.
"Good then," Kim said. "Nice meeting you, Cal. Make sure to call." She leant outside the window, her lips poised.
"Nice meeting you, Kim. And I will." He bent down, pressing his mouth to hers in a sweet, tantalising kiss.
"Sweet dreams." She said when they parted, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as the limo pulled away from the curve, the window rolling up as it went.
Cal shook his head. If he'd been told that just by showing up to work that night he'd end up experiencing everything he just had, he wouldn't have believed it at all. As the sun came up, that feeling of unreality only grew, as if everything had been only a dream.
He pulled out his phone. Kim's number shone back at him, signed with the promising 'xxo'.
He put his phone back in his pocket, wondering how soon would be too soon to call...
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