Big Booty Bitches Ch. 37
Starring: Khloe Kardashian, Kylie Jenner, Kourtney Kardashian, Kim Kardashian
Themes: Female Dominant, Cheating/Affairs, Love Triangle
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
Sorry to keep everyone waiting for a new chapter. It's a new year and a great time to bring this series back on pace. Thank you everyone for the love and support over the years. You have my love and I hope you all enjoy the journey ahead for us in this series.
Los Angeles, CaliforniaLight noise disturbed the silence as a fan was blowing from the corner of the bedroom. White wallpaper had faded into a creamy beige color, standing out from the black painted wooden furniture that decorated the room. It was not a choice for Steven Diaz to pick what was in his private apartment complex. Since taking the job to work in Kim Kardashian's personal army of bodyguards, he was living off the grid in L.A. Waking up early in the morning without her, he did not want to get out of bed. Laying there, he gazed up at the ceiling and thought about the past while studying the textures above. His old life was beginning to feel distant and far in the past. All of this had started out as something of a mid-life crisis, and every decision he made led him further away from the people who mattered the most.
It was difficult for him not to think about Tony or Antonio back in Miami. Steven had lost track of time from when he last spoke to his brother or nephew. Apart from them, there was also his son. He tried not to think about the women of his past. His last relationship that appeared to be going somewhere was with Jennifer Love Hewitt. It was hard to forget the last night with her before that one incident happened that caused this downward spiral. Vida Guerra was a woman who had kept him relatively sane for the past several years. Now Steven did not know how he truly felt. His affairs with Kim and her sisters had satisfied a lustful urge within him, but it was only temporary. On a morning like this, he longed for the companionship that came from a committed partner. Life was often full of regrets hard to ignore when you truly missed someone.
His forty-third birthday was coming up soon, and Steven had to wonder what he was doing with his life at this point. Here he was, living off the grid as a fixer for Kim and her sisters. Just another one of her bodyguards who wore the same kind of suits and drove the same vehicles. There had to be something in this that made it worth staying, apart from the wild nights. The only way he could hold back the thought of his family in Florida was to spend the weekends getting wasted from booze. Kim did not approve of one of her men drinking heavily. That was understandable from a business standpoint, but Steven tried to hide it. Sean had told him stories about bodyguards that had worked for the family in the past but who had to be 'taken out' due to their personal problems. His words served as a warning, if not a map of things in the future.
Sean did not trust Steven at all. They may have known each other for a while now and rubbed shoulders as work friends, but that was the extent of the relationship in his eyes. They were associates. Sean did not consider Steven to be a friend to invite over for dinner or something similar. For years, he had worked for Kim and tried to develop a real relationship with her. PR management and her celebrity image made relationships difficult, but that was not enough to make Sean give up. For years, he had been courting her while she cheated on her husband with him. Kim had many affairs over the years behind Kanye's back. She had the power to have any man she wanted. If she wanted a quick one-night stand or a romantic fling, she did it. Sean did not mind her fucking other guys on the side, since he was just another one who worked for her.
Deep down, he believed that one day she would tell him she loved him. It may not be today or tomorrow, but one day she would eventually accept him as her true man. Such a story would explode in headlines about Kim Kardashian choosing a bodyguard over a well-known man in the industry. Sean kept his head high in hopes that some day it may finally happen. From what he knew of Steven, he did not trust him for this reason. He knew that man had a history of womanizing famous women. His worst fear was that Steven could become an obstacle in the path of his romance with Kim. Sean had heard a rumor from another friend that Steven had an affair with Kim recently. He hoped it was not true, but he also knew how Kim enjoyed fucking her bodyguards. She used them for her own pleasure, often discarding them when they were not worth fucking.
Steven finally crawled out of bed after his phone went off with text notifications. Kim had sent him a series of texts, ordering him to drive over to a mansion for a meeting. She was always vague about such meetings, preferring that the discussion be face-to-face where it became up close and personal. After the shower, he shaved his face. That was the least he could do since he had yet to cut his hair, which had grown down to his shoulders. Graying hairs were visible as he was beginning to show his age. Once he was dressed in his suit, Steven grabbed the SIG-Sauer handgun he left on the nightstand. He slid the gun into his leather holster and adjusted it with his jacket. With his wallet, phone, and gun, it was time to leave the apartment and take a ride. The morning sun beamed down on him as he stepped out the door and hurried to his Cadillac Escalade parked on the street.
Little did Steven realize that, parked a few cars behind him, was another Escalade. A black man was sitting there, waiting for him to leave while sipping from a cup of coffee. With some free time off schedule, Sean sat outside the apartment building and watched for Steven to leave. Since he was suspecting the man of fucking Kim, it was ideal to keep tabs on him. Sean knew better than to ask his boss about her affairs, so it was up to him to do his own detective work. As Steven pulled off from the street, Sean sat back in his seat and watched the direction his vehicle went. He was unsure of where Steven was going, so he did not bother to tail him and follow. While sitting there in silence, he began brainstorming ways he could potentially cause problems for Kim and Steven. Sean grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contact list. Maybe it was time to give another Kardashian sister a call and see if they needed some heart-fixing business.
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2 HOURS LATER
Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Heels stomped loudly across the marble floor in the living room. Steven had arrived in time to see Kim. They exchanged greetings outside the mansion before she led him in. It was nice to walk behind her and watch her thick ass cheeks rub up against one another, step by step. Her outfit of choice today was a pair of black leggings that hugged every curve she had, complete with a white tank top exposing her stomach and heavy cleavage. Kim offered seductive smiles before leading him into the living room, where the real meeting awaited him. Steven was face-to-face with Khloe again. Her long blonde hair was fixed up in a high ponytail to reveal her golden hoop earrings. She wore a simple white T-shirt to go with a pair of denim blue jeans and a pair of silver high-heels. Within the first few minutes of this meeting, Steven realized that it was Khloe who truly desired to see him. Kim had simply made the arrangement.
The discussion began with simple questions that meant nothing. Steven doubted that Khloe truly cared about how he felt or what was going on in his personal life. She offered him lunch, eager to continue on. All Steven asked for was a bottle of water, which he drank quickly. As he sat on the couch, Khloe stopped beating around the bush with simple talk. She made her point clear when she told Steven that she was looking for a special someone to keep behind the scenes. He had not thought much of how the reality show and their businesses were run. Khloe had filled in the details about the PR image she maintained with the family. She wanted a committed relationship, but not in front of the cameras and in the spotlight. The conversation was more about the business side of things, rather than any potential romance, at least that was how Steven seen it.
"So you want to try a relationship, but we can't be seen out in public?"
His question made her roll her eyes. Khloe crossed her arms as she stood in front of him. The look on her face was enough to tell Steven that she was not amused by his questions.
"Did you not just listen to me? I told you, we do things like... different in this family. What you see in magazines and on TV is all fake. Do you really think Kim puts up with Kanye's fucking shit because she wants to?"
Steven laughed at her, shaking his head. Khloe continued to speak.
"I'm supposed to be hooked up with Tristan, like, right now. It's all for the reality show and ratings. But if you can prove to me that we have a real connection, I could work you into the show."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea right off the bat."
"Neither do I! We've got plenty of time to work to it. That should be your goal, Steven."
From the way Khloe was talking, they were already in a relationship. This utterly confused Steven. He sighed before replying.
"What do you mean? Do you want me on the show eventually?"
"If we can make it work, yes. I can get you fixed up with a new identity. Kim can call a few lawyers and other people who, like... know how to work this stuff out in paper. You'll have to sign a few NDAs, but I don't think that's a big deal."
So this was show business, Steven thought to himself. He did not know how to respond as he began to think about this odd situation he now found himself stuck in. None of it made any sense. He thought of his relationship with Khloe as something similar to friends with benefits. She was a good fuck, but there did not seem to be any emotional connection between them.
"I don't believe this. Why would you want me? You're a Kardashian. You can have any guy you want. Isn't there a bunch of basketball players wanting to date you?"
She dropped her lower lip, moving her tongue around on one side of her mouth to make her right cheek bulge. Khloe did not seem amused as she moved her hands to her hips and stared into his eyes.
"To be honest, I like sleeping with you. You're great at fucking, you know that?"
He chuckled, blushing as he smiled.
"I'm serious! You're like... really, really good. That's why I want you. I need a guy who can fuck me real good when I want it and when I need it."
Khloe leaned down, her face merely inches away from his. She spoke in a low, stern tone of voice.
"As of this day forward, you're mine, facts. I don't care which of my sisters want to fuck you on the side, the answer is no. Do you understand me?"
As she leaned up, Steven nodded at her.
"Loud and clear."
It was a lie, but who was he to tell her no? By this point, he had a preference for Kim when it came to the subject of fucking. Steven knew better than to tell Khloe that, but she was not going to stop him from still pursuing affairs with Kim. He watched her turn around, swinging that huge booty in his face. Khloe clapped her hands at him.
"Come on, I'm ready to let my inner slore out and get nasty with you."
Sometimes the 'Kardashian speak' would confuse Steven and other times annoy him. He never asked the meaning of such words or phrases they used. Rising up from the couch, Steven followed Khloe as her heels clicked and clacked across the floor. He was unsure if this was one of her mansions or one of the many that Kim had in her name for business reasons. Khloe led him up a spiral staircase as they went upstairs. The entire time, Steven focused his eyes on her phat ass moving around in the denim jeans she wore. Upstairs, Khloe took him down a narrow hallway and opened a door on her right. As she flicked the light switch, Steven's eyes were met with a reflection of them walking into the room.
"What the fuck?"
He stood in the doorway, gazing back at his own reflection as Khloe walked out in front of him. All four walls of the room were made up with giant mirrors covering everything. A small bed with white sheets and a blanket sat in the center of the room. The bed was made up of black steel frames. Khloe turned to face Steven and raised her hand, gesturing for him to enter.
"Come in and shut the door."
Her reflection moved across the four walls of the room. Steven glanced up and saw that mirrors had been installed on the ceiling. The only difference was that the floor was not covered in mirrors but instead with crimson red carpet. This strange room full of mirrors made him feel uneasy.
"I think my head is gonna spin. What the fuck is this room?"
"This is my room of mirrors. I like to watch myself fuck. I'd like to imagine someone like you would enjoy being reminded of how lucky you are from every corner of the room."
She spoke while unbuttoning her pants. Khloe kicked her heels off to allow herself to slide those pants off. Her giant booty plopped out. A white thong was sucked up between those massive cheeks. After stepping out of her pants, she pointed at Steven and spoke.
"Take off your clothes."
Khloe spoke like a woman in full control. Steven bent over and took his shoes off first, as she stood against the bed and watched him get undressed. When he untied his belt and began to push his pants down, Khloe pulled her shirt over her head. Steven tried not to be distracted by the mirror reflections from the corners of his eyes. He pushed his underwear down and stepped out of the heap of clothes that had accumulated on the carpet floor. Khloe waited to pull her bra off when Steven finally got his jacket and shirt off. She stepped closer and pressed her palms against his hairy chest. When their eyes met, she raised both hands behind her head and carefully untied her ponytail to let her blonde locks flow freely. Steven pressed his lips against hers to begin a tender kiss. He closed his eyes, feeling her erect nipples poke into his chest.
His hands slid down her curvaceous body, finding her thick booty cheeks from behind. Khloe moaned into his mouth as his hands squeezed her ass hard. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, dancing it against his as he squeezed those cheeks a second time. Khloe continued kissing him as she threw her arms around his neck. Steven slipped his hands through her thong and pulled it up to playfully slap her ass. That made her pull away from him. He studied her hazel eyes as Khloe curved her lips into a devious grin. She did not give him time to say anything as she shoved her thong down and stepped out of it. Now that they were completely naked together, Khloe pressed her fingertips on his sides. She raked her nails lightly across his skin as she lowered herself down until her knees hit the floor. Steven took a deep breath, still gazing into her heavenly eyes as she moved her hands to his cock.
"Your cock gives me life."
She grinned after speaking. Steven was somewhat confused by such a statement, but he did not object to her words. Khloe wanked his cock back and forth, helping him grow to full size. She parted her lips and began by licking the head. All Steven could do was stand there and watch his reflection from across the entire room. He gazed back into his own dark brown eyes, studying his face as Khloe licked the underside of his dick. She unwrapped her right hand fingers from it when she pushed the head beyond her puffy lips. Khloe closed her eyes as she began to bob her head up and down, devouring his cock as if she owned it.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah..."
As Steven looked forward, he caught his own gaze staring back at him from the mirrors. No matter where he turned his head, he saw himself and the back side of Khloe Kardashian on her knees, sucking his cock. She moaned in muffled tones, bobbing her head up and down. It was an amazing experience to look at her ass from the mirror reflections, but Steven still found himself disturbed by this. For the first time in so long, he reflected on his appearance. A haircut was needed, among other things, to fix his looks. Unable to stand the sight of his own reflection, he closed his eyes. Khloe continued sucking his cock at a slow pace. She extracted it from her mouth and spit on the head. Steven opened his eyes as she gripped his pole with her right hand. He opened his eyes when she began to smack his cock against her tongue. Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound echoed in the room.
Once his eyes were locked on hers again, Khloe shoved his cock back into her mouth. She held onto the base as she bobbed her head up and down like before. Khloe became more aggressive with each passing second, slobbering her way down his cock. Steven tried not to see the reflections of his figure from the corners of his eyes, focusing his eyes on her face as Khloe sucked his cock. He let out a loud moan, groaning and gazing up at the ceiling. He was met with the reflection of his own eyes gazing down at him. As he closed his eyes, Khloe removed her hand from the base of his cock. Steven watched as she pushed his cock further down her throat, gagging on his length. He bit his lower lip and grunted as she deep-throated his entire length. He groaned, feeling the head of his shaft touch the back of her throat. Khloe withdrew his cock from her mouth and cleared her throat to speak.
"I love sucking this fucking cock."
Khloe kissed the head as a string of drool broke from the left corner of her mouth.
"I love it when it's shoved up my ass."
She spit on it and then squeezed her fingers around it.
"And I like to ride it too."
With her dirty speech complete, Khloe locked her eyes on Steven and sucked only the head. When she pulled it from her mouth, a popping noise echoed. She began to rise up from the floor, standing to face him. Reflections of her curvy form ran across all sides of the room. Khloe bit her lower lip and patted the bed with her left hand, quietly gesturing for Steven to lie down. He did not utter a word as he followed her command. The bed sheets sent a cool breeze across his skin when he climbed onto the bed. His eyes gazed up at the mirrors above, reflecting down on him until Khloe climbed atop. Steven focused his sight on her curvy body as she bent her knees on both sides of him. Khloe hovered her wet cunt above his cock.
"Lay down for me, baby."
She spoke in a low voice, biting her lower lip and moaning. Steven focused his eyes on her hand gripping his cock. Khloe carefully lined herself up and then sank down on it. He moaned, closing his eyes at the warm, tight feeling of her cunt.
"This cock is mine now. I get to ride it whenever and wherever I want."
When he opened his eyes, Steven was met with the reflection of his own dark hues gazing down at him from the ceiling. He turned his head and saw the same gaze from the left side of the room. All the mirrors in the room were bothering him as he tried to focus entirely on Khloe and not the disturbing reflections. If it were Kim or another woman from his life, the situation may have been different. The mirrors had made this experience feel awkward, despite the pleasure Khloe could give. He reached for her tits. Khloe moaned as he squeezed them hard. She gazed into his eyes as she leaned forward and began to roll her hips to work his cock in and out of her tight cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh yeah!"
Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of her ass cheeks smacking his ball sack was heard loudly over the breathing and moans Steven made. He withdrew his hands and pinched her nipples while gazing into her eyes. Khloe gritted her teeth, not once breaking eye contact, as she began to ride his cock harder and faster.
"Oh, fuck! That's it!"
Impressed by her efforts, Steven drew his left hand back and slapped her ass after speaking. He finally had a reason to study the mirrors in hopes of seeing that big Kardashian booty.
"I'm gonna ride you until I cum."
Khloe bit her lower lip again, moaning loudly. She continued to roll her hips, pumping herself back and forth on his cock. Steven moved his hands to her hips, gripping them as she leaned up. The big golden hoop earrings shook and bounced as her hair moved into her face. She swiped the hair from her face and began to slam her pussy down harder and faster on his cock. Steven grunted as he watched Khloe raise her arms and flex her elbows as she placed her hands behind her head. With her eyes closed, she screamed at him.
"FUCK! FUCKKKK!! FUCKKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSS!!"
His hand slid from her hips back to her breasts. Steven squeezed those tits as Khloe opened her eyes, glaring down at his face as she screamed again.
"You like that? YOU LIKE HOW I FUCK YOU, STEVEN!?"
He did not reply in spoken words. Khloe's voice was so loud, it echoed throughout the small room. Steven responded in action by squeezing her tits harder. Khloe was not going to stop. Over and over, she pounded herself down on his cock, pumping it in her pussy. She leaned down, lowering her hands to press against his hairy chest. When she started groaning, that was a sign to Steven that she was close to reaching her climax. He gripped her hair with his left hand, pulling her down atop him to kiss her. His right hand spanked her booty hard. Khloe moaned into his mouth as Steven felt the warm rush of her juices flooding his cock from within. Her inner walls tightened around his cock. She knew he could hold himself back from exploding inside her. Maybe that was one of the reasons Khloe professed such strong admiration for his cock.
"That was fucking awesome."
She exhaled after speaking, swallowing her breath as she began to rise up. Sex was like clockwork with Khloe, similar to the experiences Steven had with Kim. One orgasm was not enough to stop her, as she was quick to switch positions. His eyes focused on watching his cock slide out of her pussy, drenched in her own juices. Khloe moved from the bed and then gripped his shiny cock with her right hand. Steven took a deep breath as he caught her eyes glaring at him again before she shoved the head into her mouth. He placed his right hand on the back of her head, running his fingers through her golden locks of hair to encourage her to suck his pole again. 'Mmmmmm', a muffled moan escaped her lips before she pushed his cock further down her throat.
"You love sucking cock, don't you, Khloe?"
Steven moved his hand out of her hair and watched as her puffy lips moved back to the head of his pole. She released it with a loud popping sound to reply to him.
"Fact! Like, yeah! I told you I love it!"
Laughing at her response, he tried not to be distracted by all the mirror reflections across the walls and ceiling. Once this was all over, Steven feared he would have a headache from the walls of this room. Khloe's eyes wandered as if she were looking at herself across one wall, watching the movement of her lips as she began to suck his cock. Slurping and slobbering noises became louder with each passing second. Khloe took her time, gorging herself on his length as she bobbed her lips up and down. It was an amazing feeling to watch most of his length disappear between her lips and pull back out. Khloe continued for a few more seconds, pulling her lips from the head with another pop. She spit on his cock before releasing it from her hand.
"I think you know where I want it next."
With a wink, Khloe bent over the bed. Steven realized what she was implying when he noticed her phat ass twerking on the reflective walls. He immediately got off the bed and walked behind her. Khloe glanced from across her right shoulder. A smug grin ran across her lips as she continued to twerk.
"Mmmmmmmm, you love this ass, don't you?"
"It's amazing."
She giggled at his words.
"Yeah, I know I've got a great ass. So what are you waiting for, Steven? Go ahead and ram your big fucking cock right up my ass. Give it to me!"
Clap. Clap. Clap. Those firm cheeks smacked together in a steady rhythm as Khloe did not stop twerking. Her eyes wandered again from across her shoulder, but Steven did not look in her direction. He saw her annoyed face reflecting across the mirrors. She rolled her eyes and began pouting. He waited until she was done twerking and then moved his hands to pull her ass cheeks apart. Steven enjoyed watching the length of his shaft push between those phat cheeks. He spanked the left side of her ass while guiding the head into her dark little hole. Khloe closed her hands. As she felt his cock push into her thick booty, she curled her fingers and gripped the bedsheets.
"Ohhhhhhh, yes. That's it, that's it. Got your cock right where I fucking want it. Now come on and ram me with it. Ram that cock right up my big ass!"
Her words were not enough to get her point across. Khloe shoved her ass back, forcing more of his cock into her ass. Steven planted his hands on her hips and began to drive his cock into that phat ass. Khloe moaned, gasping before speaking again in a higher pitch voice.
"Oh my god, yessssss. That's what I want to feel. Fuck my ass."
There was something about her voice that reminded him of Kim, but that thought was only temporary. Steven gazed forward, studying his own reflection across the wall. He noticed Khloe's eyes were fixated on herself, watching as he fucked her ass. Swallowing his breath, Steven began to buck his hips faster. He groaned at the tight feeling of her ass hole.
"Give it to me! Harder! Fuck my ass like you really mean it!"
Khloe shoved her ass back again, as if to begin pushing back to meet his thrusts. Steven reared his right hand back and slapped her booty hard. Khloe groaned at the touch of his hand and then stopped her movements, giving Steven the chance to thrust harder and faster. His balls began to smack against the undersides of her massive ass. Her breasts bounced and shook around from underneath. She moaned, seemingly satisfied at this faster pace now.
"That's it! Just like that, just like that! FUCK MY ASS!!"
She gritted her teeth, snarling after uttering her words. Steven grunted as he gave in to Khloe's demands. Over and over, he slammed his cock up her phat ass, giving her every last inch of his pole. Her fingers curled the bedsheets, gripping them as she kept her head raised. Steven had closed his eyes for a moment, not wanting to be disturbed by all the illusions cast across the room of mirrors. He eventually re-opened his eyes as he felt his orgasm drawing closer. Steven maintained his speed, still pounding her ass with his hard cock. Khloe was studying his facial expressions across the mirror wall facing her.
"Keep going, don't stop! DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING STOP!! I want your cum dripping out of my ass!"
Thrusting as fast as he possibly could, Steven grunted as he gritted his teeth. Khloe made her demands, and he had no intention of disobeying her order. He continued to slam his cock in and out of her ass.
"Fuck!! Ohhhh, god!!"
He groaned, eager to give that Kardashian booty the cum it deserved. No matter what he thought of the situation his mid-life crisis had put him in, getting to fuck some Kardashian asses was a great pleasure. Steven slowed down as he felt the rush of cum through his veins. With just two more thrusts, his cock finally erupted inside her ass. He raised his right hand and spanked the right side of her ass while groaning his words.
"Ohhhhhhh, FUCK!!"
His cock was still pushed into her ass. Steven gave it one last thrust, filling her ass with his creamy seed. Khloe grinned smugly. The look on her face in one of the mirrors told him that she was satisfied. She kept her eyes locked on the mirror, glancing up to see the look on his face. That was enough to make her flash her pearly white teeth in a full grin.
"You love fucking my ass, don't you? You can admit facts to me."
"Yeah, I think you know I do. At least I know you love having your ass pounded."
"Like, yeah! I know what my ass is built for!"
Stepping back, Steven pulled his cock out of her ass and then gripped her cheeks with both hands. He pulled them apart to watch his cum drip from her dark little hole. Khloe's eyes wandered to one of the mirrors to catch a glimpse of this wonderful sight. After a few seconds passed and she felt the cum dripping down her thighs, she turned around and glared at Steven.
"Just know, your cock is mine now. I fucking own it."
As she curved her lips into a grin, Khloe giggled. Her eyes never left his face as she spoke again.
"Maybe I should call that washed up whore you were dating in Miami and let her know that I own you now. I could even send her a photo like the one you took of me. I think she'd like that."
Steven tried to give a blank expression to hold back his anger as Khloe kept that same smug grin on her face from earlier. His heartbeat elevated as Khloe was referring to Vida and that incident with the photograph. He should have known that she would not forget or forgive such a thing. Now it all made sense to him why Khloe was so quick to 'claim' him as her own personal fuck toy with no relationship. One mistake from his past was still haunting him, but at least he could say he had past feelings for Vida. Steven knew beyond any doubt after those spoken words that he hated Khloe. Deep down, he would never be able to cultivate feelings of passion for this woman. Her true intentions had been made clear to him. If not for this situation working for Kim, he would hope this would be the last time he ever had to look at Khloe's smug face.
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5 HOURS LATER
After leaving the mansion, Steven needed some time to unwind and think about the situation he had found himself in. Khloe dismissed him, and now he was left with the memories of that disturbing room full of mirrors. The sensation of her sex had worn off since her last words to him. She was playing a twisted game with him, taking revenge over the photo incident that happened last year. Just knowing that he was now being used as a pawn by that woman had made him hate her deep down. On a day like this back in Miami, he could have jumped in his Cadillac and taken the time to cruise around the city. That was hard to do in Los Angeles since he did not know his way around the streets. It was worse to remind himself that the vehicle he was driving around in was not even his. He wore the right clothes demanded by Kim as well as using a phone given to her.
He thought of going back to the apartment, but even that was a reminder of his current situation. Steven wanted some time away to think about things and how he could possibly get out of this place. Leaving and heading back to Miami was not an easy task. He still did not want to be face-to-face with Tony and admit to the affair he had with Salma. They were broken up by now, and Steven could only guess what was going on back home. He thought of reaching out to Salma and contacting her. Maybe she would have the answers he was seeking. But on second thought, why call her from a phone Kim had given him? He began to feel paranoid that Kim may have a security team monitoring calls to numbers that were not programmed into the phone. Payphones were a thing of the past now, but Steven did not write her phone number down anywhere.
The Escalade sat parked in an abandoned parking lot behind a decaying building. It looked to have once been the home of a massive shopping mall that was now rotting away. The windows had long been busted out by vandals. Grass had grown through the cracks of concrete in the parking lot, covering up where white lines used to separate the parking areas for vehicles. Steven had been walking around the parking lot, gathering his thoughts while listening to the city ambience in the distance. There had to be a way out of this situation. Before today, Steven had ideas about climbing his way up the ranks and trying to manipulate the Kardashian women. He was unsure how to feel now, as he yearned to go back home and face his past. No matter how angry he had become at Vida, it was better to deal with her than Khloe or Kim. Somehow, some way, he had to figure out how to escape this town and go back home.
It would not be an easy task to turn around and walk away. The more Steven thought about leaving, the more he had to formulate some kind of plan to up and vanish. It would take more than a few days, possibly a month at minimum to have a coherent plan and cash ready to go back to Miami. He was starting to miss the club he used to manage. That was more fun than running errands for Kim and doing her dirty work. He had no friends in this town who could help. This was a job Steven was going to have to get out of alone. As he started walking back to the Escalade, his cellphone began vibrating inside his jacket. He pulled it out and checked the screen for a number that he did not recognize. Steven doubted it was someone calling for help. It was most likely a wrong number, but he decided to swipe the screen and answer it anyway.
"Hello?"
"Steven, is that you?"
"Who is this?"
The voice was hard for him to recognize despite sounding familiar."
"It's me, Kylie. You aren't busy right now, are you?"
"No."
"Good! I was calling to see if you wanted to drop in and help me with a little something."
"Help with what?"
"I'm looking for company. Let's just say I have a preference for an older man who knows about my secret with Kim. In other words, that's you."
Her words were enough to make him blush. Steven waited a moment before replying.
"How did you get my number? Did Kim give it to you?"
"Ummmm, no. Sean gave it to me."
That was an answer Steven did not expect. Knowing Sean would pass his number to her had almost made him feel uneasy.
"I asked him for it, if you really need to know. So do you wanna come over and see me or what?"
She was demanding in the way she spoke to him. Steven thought about Khloe for a moment, figuring this would be a way to get back at her. He was not supposed to mess with her sisters, but he had no intention of letting Khloe tell him what to do.
"I'd love to come over and do something with you."
"Mmmmm, just what I want to hear. I'm all by myself today. I'll text you where I'm at so you can come join me. Don't be later than an hour, please."
Before he could reply, the call was disconnected. A few seconds later, a text message was sent to his phone with the address. She must have truly been in need of company to text him her location so quickly. Steven walked back to his Escalade and opened the driver's side door before climbing in and slamming the door. He wondered if Kylie was aware of Khloe claiming him as one of her men. Maybe she was unaware of that arrangement from her older sister, or perhaps she wanted to sleep with him in spite of Khloe. He would not be mentioning it to her. Getting the chance to fuck Kylie only hours after pounding Khloe in the ass was one thing Steven was not going to pass up. He started the engine of the Escalade after fastening his seatbelt and prepared for another ride up Beverly Hills. Next stop, Kylie's mansion.
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2 HOURS LATER
The sunlight had begun to fade, with the sky turning from blue to orange as the evening hours progressed. Steven wasted no time driving through the open gates leading to Kylie's mansion. He expected her to have an army of bodyguards outside, since that was the case with any property owned by the Kardashian-Jenners. From the minute he pulled up to the empty driveway, something about this place had a strange feeling. There were no other vehicles near the garage at all. His feelings did not change after he was welcomed into the house. White walls covered every room with the interior design looking plain with empty spaces. The living room and foyer were devoid of any furniture. Kylie greeted Steven in a black bikini, hugging her curves. Her long, jet black hair was fixed up in wavy curls behind her shoulders, and her lipstick was a bright red color. She kissed his cheek and offered a hug before allowing him entry from the front door.
Steven could not help but ask why the mansion was so empty. Kylie told him the property was recently bought by one of Kim's companies. He expected her to ask him about Kim or Khloe, but she never mentioned her sisters. Kylie walked him around to the back of the mansion to show off the massive swimming pool. She went on to explain that the pool was part of the reason she and another sister had been coming to the mansion. Her home was undergoing maintenance on the water pipes, leaving her pool empty. It made sense to Steven, seeing as Kylie was only wearing a bikini. He took his time, glancing at her booty each time she was in front of him. Khloe's ass was spectacular, but so was Kylie's. She caught his wandering eyes and smirked at him more than once. Before they were ready to get down to business, Kylie offered him take out dinner at the choice of calling for pizza delivery.
He accepted her offer, citing that he had not eaten much through the day. Kylie offered wine to go along with the pizza. They sat together and enjoyed a quiet dinner after she slipped on a shiny silver robe to cover her bikini-clad body. By the time they were finished, the clock now read 6:40 p.m. Kylie said that she did not want to have to wait until later tonight to get fucked. Much like her sisters Kim and Khloe, Kylie did not bother teasing or playing it up. She was direct in her words, telling Steven straight out that he was there to fulfill her desires. He had already taken his shoes and jacket off. The holster of his gun was folded into the jacket, sitting on the kitchen table. Kylie dropped her robe and offered him her hand. At least she was willing to let him hold her hand as she walked him to the living room.
"I think we've waited long enough for this."
Kylie spoke as she stepped around a white leather couch. No curtains covered the wall of windows, exposing the dim sunlight into the white room. Steven began to unbutton his pants as he followed Kylie. His eyes wandered across the room when he noticed a surveillance camera mounted high on the window. It was black, with a clear lens reflecting downward. Steven pointed his right hand towards the camera before speaking.
"That's a strange place to put a camera."
"I know, right? The security company hasn't come and put all the fancy cameras in place yet, so I just have that one here to watch for burglars."
Her words made him relax slightly, but Steven still found the position of such a camera to be strange. Kylie walked in front of him and grabbed the front of his pants. Her big brown eyes locked on his face as she spoke again.
"Is the camera killing your vibe? We can do this upstairs if you want."
Steven shook his head at her.
"No, the camera isn't bothering me. Who's gonna see it?"
She curled her lips into a devious grin, flashing the front row of her teeth.
"Only me and you. Don't worry about it."
With a wink, Kylie unzipped his pants and began to slide them down. This was the second time today that he was getting undressed with a sister of this family. The camera had made him feel awkward, but not in the way the room full of mirrors had made him uncomfortable. Kylie's eyes never left his face as she fell to her knees. Steven stood in his underwear until she pushed them down. He stepped out of his pants and underwear as she wrapped both hands and fingers around his semi-erect shaft.
"I've been wanting to do this all day. You're lucky I've had you on my mind."
He chuckled at her remark while unbuttoning his shirt. As Steven pulled it off, Kylie twisted her hands around his cock. Exhaling deeply, he prepared himself for her lustful onslaught. If there was one thing he had learned about the Kardashian women so far, it was that they were sex addicts when the clothes came off. The look in her eyes was enough to tell him that she was hungry for a hard cock. Kylie pressed her ruby-red lips against the head of his cock and kissed it. She moved her hands away and parted her lips. Steven could feel her breath blowing across the length of his pole as she twirled her tongue around the head. Only when she closed her eyes did she finally sink his shaft between her lips. 'Mmmmmmm', a muffled moan was audible as he felt vibrations in his shaft. Kylie took her time, bobbing her head up and down at a slow pace as she sucked half of his rod by the inch.
Steven moaned as light slobbering noises were heard. Kylie opened her eyes, gazing up at him as she slid his dick deeper into her mouth. She pressed her hands over the bikini top, encasing her busty tits. Kylie took her time sucking as she began to pull the shoulder straps of her bra. Steven offered a helping hand, tugging the strap from her left shoulder. Kylie pulled her lips back to the head, moaning against his shaft again but not releasing it. Once the bra fell to the floor, she resumed sucking him. Her lips moved up and down, taking his cock deeper down her throat as she pressed her palms against her hardened nipples. Seeing her play with her breasts had reminded Steven that Khloe was not the type for tittyfucking. He knew what he wanted to do that he could not enjoy with the other sister. Kylie finally extracted his cock from her mouth to take a deep breath. Saliva strings dangled from her lips back to his shiny, drool-soaked shaft.
"Mmmmm, I'm just getting started."
She spit on his shaft and then wrapped her right hand around it. Steven took a deep breath as she began to stroke his cock. Her hand easily glided across the length thanks to the spit she used as lube. Kylie gazed up into his eyes, wanking his cock faster. Unlike Khloe, she did not talk much nor did she make any demands. Kylie was the type of woman who took what she wanted and asked questions later. Steven groaned when she shoved his cock back into her mouth. Her right hand slid down to the base, and she twisted it while bobbing her head up and down like before.
"Ohhhhh, yes. Suck it for as long as you want."
Closing her eyes, Kylie seemingly ignored his words. She removed her hand from the base and then pressed both of her palms into her breasts again. Steven braced himself as he felt his cock pushing further down her throat. Without warning, Kylie slammed his cock as far as she could take it, pushing the head to the back of her throat.
"Ohhhh, fuck.."
He groaned as Kylie devoured his cock. Her nose burrowed into his pubic hair as she took the entire length in her mouth. Steven did not expect this so soon, but he did not stop her from testing her own gag reflexes with his dick. Her lips slid back to the head, and then Kylie found a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down at a fast pace. Steven moaned as she slobbered her way up and down his shaft. Her hands were still pressing over her breasts. He watched her move her right hand slightly to pinch her own nipple. A string of drool dangled from underneath his cock before breaking and falling to the marble floor below. Kylie's deep brown eyes glared at him as she slowly pulled her lips to the head and released his cock with a pop noise. Without uttering any words, Kylie immediately pulled her breasts apart and squeezed them around his cock.
Steven moaned at the feeling of her big tits shoved around his cock. Only the head was visible, poking up from the front as she adjusted her hands to keep his shaft trapped between them. He was amazed that Kylie wanted to do this without him asking for it. She moaned while lowering her head and licking the head of his cock. Steven bucked his hips, feeling every inch of his cock pumping between her boobs. Kylie moaned again. When his cock pushed up between her tits, she spit on the head before raising her head back up. Her eyes shut as he continued to thrust his cock up and down between her boobs. Within seconds, they were both moaning at this wonderful feeling. Kylie did not speak much, but Steven could tell she was enjoying this pleasure as much as he was. He began to thrust faster between her boobs, moaning loudly.
"Ohhhh, man. I love fucking your tits, Kylie."
Those words made her smile as she opened her eyes and glared at him. Steven continued to pump his cock between her tits as she replied.
"I love this feeling. Come on and fuck my tits."
Kylie broke eye contact to lower her head and open her mouth. Each time Steven thrust his cock forward, she flicked her tongue across the head. After six licks, Steven slowed down almost to a complete halt. Kylie raised her head and moaned aloud. He was not done fucking her tits yet. As he began to thrust faster again, Steven moved his hands to cup her face. Kylie smirked at him.
"Keep fucking my tits. I know you love this."
"I do! Those tits are made for fucking."
"You can say the same thing about my ass."
She became the second woman to remind him of such a fact about her booty. Steven grunted as he continued to pump his cock between her tits. He moved his hands away from her face, and then Kylie glanced down to watch the head poke up between her tits. She opened her mouth wide in hopes of the head slipping between her lips. When Steven noticed this, he slowed down but made one last hard thrust. Kylie wrapped her lips around the head and sucked hard for a few seconds. She released it with a loud pop that echoed throughout the room. Steven watched her let go of her tits, freeing his cock. He offered her a hand to pull her up from her knees. Kylie gladly took his hand and began to rise from the floor. He thought of kissing her, but she did not seem like she wanted a taste of his lips.
"Do you want me to fuck your ass next?"
It was an easy guess from Steven based on her last remark. Kylie slid her thong down to reveal her shaved, wet cunt. She bit her lower lip and shook her head at Steven to answer his question while stepping her feet out of the thong. Not a word was spoken as Kylie turned to face the couch. Steven took a few steps around as he watched her bend over in the same position Khloe had taken earlier today. Kylie was bent over, head lowered, with her perfect ass raised. He took a moment to admire her booty on full display before stepping behind her. With the dim lighting, his shadow was cast across the couch. Kylie glanced across her right shoulder and curled her lips in a grin. Steven knew she was not going to say anything to him. He gripped his cock and guided it to her wet folds. Kylie raised her head and exhaled a deep breath as he rubbed the head of his shaft across her vulva lips.
This was not enough to get her to talk dirty to him. Steven considered using his free hand to spank her ass but chose not to. As he thrust his cock into her pussy, they moaned together in a chorus. Kylie kept her head raised as Steven's dick moved in and out of her at a slow pace. Only their cries of pleasure could be heard in this large, almost empty living room. He took his time, pumping his cock in a slow rhythm. Steven was relieved he did not have to see illusionary reflections from the corners of his eyes as he enjoyed Kylie's pussy. That made this experience much better than fucking Khloe. He focused his sights on her booty, watching those firm cheeks shake and bounce with each hard thrust. Kylie purred soft moans while biting her lower lip. When Steven began to thrust faster, her big tits bounced and jiggled from both sides.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhh yeah!"
Her voice finally broke the silence, but she was still not up for much talking. Steven was somewhat hoping that she would talk dirty like Kim did when they had that threesome. He continued to pump his cock in her pussy, watching her tits jiggle from each side. He leaned forward and roamed his hands from underneath her to squeeze her boobs. Kylie stood up a little higher, her body arched forward to allow him better access to her tits. Steven stopped for a moment and turned Kylie to face the window. The sunlight glared in his eyes, illuminating her body as he resumed thrusting his cock in her pussy.
"Oh my god! Ohhhhhh, god!!"
Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of his balls slapping the undersides of her massive booty was heard loudly through the room. Kylie pressed her hands onto her knees to sustain this arched position. She was now facing the security camera, glaring up at it while Steven breathed down the left side of her neck. He moved his hands from her breasts and wrapped them around her stomach. As he continued to thrust, her tits were now flapping up and down. He began kissing the side of her neck, moaning into her ear while Kylie kept her eyes locked on the camera lens.
"Mmmmmmm, don't stop. I want you to make me cum. Please fuck me until I cum."
"Ohhhh, what's that, Kylie? You begging me?"
Kylie whimpered as he came to a sudden halt. Steven caressed her skin as his hands rested on her hips.
"Yes, please. I want to cum all over your cock and lick it clean."
Taking a cue from her, Steven did not reply in words. He kissed her neck as he began to drive his cock into her pussy again. Kylie swallowed her breath, panting and crying out.
"That's it! That's it! YESSSSSS!!"
Her screams echoed throughout the large room. Had someone else been in the mansion, they would have definitely heard Kylie from down the hall. Steven groaned as his cock was still throbbing inside her juicy cunt. Over and over, he thrust into her as she screamed louder with each passing second.
"Oh my god! OHHHHH MY GOD!! OHHHHHH MYYYYY GODDDD!! YES!! YESSSS!! YESSSSSSSS!! THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT!! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEE!!"
There was that signature, high pitched 'Kardashian voice' if there was one. Steven had no desire to stop, as Kylie was now screaming loudly. He knew she was close to reaching the height of her pleasure. She bit her lower lip, pouting and crying out before gritting her teeth. Those big breasts were jiggling all over the place as her body rocked from his thrusts.
"YESSSSSS!! I'M ALMOST THERE!! OHHHH MY GODDD, YESSSSSSSS!!"
As soon as he felt her inner walls tighten around his cock, Steven stepped back and began to pull his shaft from her pussy. Kylie gripped her legs tightly, scratching her own skin with her fingernails as she squirted her love nectar. With his cock free, her juices splattered down on the marble floor. She was out of breath and needed some time to recover from such a hard orgasm. Steven walked around to face her. Their eyes met, and Kylie quietly fell to her knees. She wasted no time grabbing his cock and shoving it between her lips. Steven stood there as Kylie sucked her own juices from his shaft with slurping noises. 'Mmmmmm', she purred in a muffled moan before releasing his cock from her lips. With a quick swallow, Kylie lapped her tongue across the head. She then began to lick her way down his shaft from the left side.
Her big brown eyes gazed up at his face as she licked and slurped his shaft clean of her own juices. Steven watched her throat muscles move as Kylie swallowed. Her eyes never glanced away from his face as she trailed the tip of her tongue from the underside of his thick shaft up to the head. Her red lips enveloped around it before she bobbed her head up and down the first few inches again. Steven moaned. He patted her on the head with his right hand, showing her that he was pleased with her efforts. Kylie released his cock with a popping sound before spitting on it. She bit her lower lip while wrapping her sweaty fingers around his cock. Kylie raised her other hand and then used both hands to jerk him. All ten of her fingers twisted around his cock as her eyes gazed into her small hole at the head. For a moment, it appeared as if she were mesmerized by his cock or in some form of deep trance.
"Are you trying to get me to cum too?"
His words were enough to break Kylie's concentration. She shook her head at his question.
"No. You haven't fucked my ass yet. After you do that, I want you to cum all over my face."
"That won't be a problem. I'll gladly fulfill your wish."
"I knew you would say that."
She smirked after replying. Kylie got up from the floor and moved back to the couch. Instead of pressing her hands down, she leaned down far enough that the left side of her face was lying on the cushions. This elevated her ass slightly, making it easier for him. She spread her legs, splitting the crack of her booty. Steven slid his shaft up the crack and then found her dark little hole.
"I want your cock right up my ass. I've been wanting you to pound the shit out of me after watching you ram Kim's ass."
Steven blushed at her words. He tried to hold back his grin as he slowly pushed his cock into her ass. Kylie gasped at the feeling.
"That's it, ohhhhhh yes. Give it to me, please."
"You know, you don't have to beg for it."
Spank! He finally spanked her epic booty to catch her by surprise. Kylie was not startled by it. She let out a moan before closing her eyes. Steven's eyes focused on watching the length of his cock disappear into her ass from a full thrust. He squeezed her ass cheeks with both hands as he began to buck his hips and fuck her ass.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh yes..."
He spanked her ass again with his dominant hand. Kylie did not react to his touch. Her eyes were shut as she cried out in pleasure at the feeling of his cock pumping into her ass. She bit her lower lip, revealing the front row of her white teeth, as she started to purr soft moans.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, yes. Just like that. Give me every inch of that big fucking cock right up my ass."
Finally, Kylie was beginning to talk dirty to him. Steven began to thrust faster and harder. She kept her eyes shut but curved her lips into a smile.
"OH MY GOD, YES!! YESSSSSSS!! GIVE IT TO ME!! OHHHHH, YES!! RIGHT UP MY ASS!! RIGHT UP MY FUCKING ASS!! FUCK YESSSSS!!"
The excitement in her voice had only motivated Steven to thrust harder and faster. Sweat dripped down his forehead. He moved his hands to her hips, watching her phat ass jiggle and bounce with each full thrust he made.
"YES!! OHHHHH GOD, YESSSSS!! YESSSSSSSSSS!!"
Gritting his teeth, he grunted. Steven was unsure of how much longer he could last. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint her. Kylie was not like Khloe. This was a fun experience that did not leave a bitter taste in his mouth. Slowing down almost to a halt caused her to suddenly open her eyes. He rammed his cock into her ass with all his strength. That was the final thrust before he stepped back and carefully pulled his cock out of her ass. Kylie moved off the couch with speed, falling down to her knees to face his cock. As soon as he gripped his shaft, Kylie began to fix her hair behind her head. She straightened out several locks by running her fingers through the lines. Steven took a deep breath as he stroked his cock, aiming it directly at her face. Kylie did not speak as she parted her lips and slithered her tongue out.
"Ohhhh, yeah... You want this fucking cum, TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALL, OHHHHH FUCK!!"
Steven grunted his words out as his cock erupted within the grasp of his hand. The first string of cum splattered across her forehead and went into her hair. A thick wad followed, splattering onto her closed right eyelid. Kylie did not flinch at the feeling of his sticky seed covering her face. She wiggled her tongue, but Steven made sure his cum landed higher on her face. Her forehead was drenched with multiple strings of cum, some streaking into her hair and others dripping from her left temple. He was completely out of breath, panting from such a hard orgasm. It was hard for him to believe he had so much cum after filling Khloe's booty earlier today. Kylie opened her eyes, blinking as the wad in her right eyelid dripped like a tear. She licked her lips and blew a kiss at Steven.
"Thank you."
"Thank you? For what?"
"The cum. Or should I say the fuck? This is my vibe. I swear, one day I'm going to be better than Kim at fucking. If I can keep up with a guy like you, I know I'm getting better."
Kylie reached for his cock and kissed the head as Steven was lost in her words. From the way she talked, he could imagine Kim as her mentor. Just when he thought he had figured something out about this family, a new revelation twisted his mind. The cum oozed down her face as Kylie twirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Her big brown eyes were glaring at him, almost as if she were looking into his soul. Steven began thinking about Khloe and how he had just fucked one of her sisters hours after she 'claimed' him like a piece of property. This was the ultimate defiance to her, and he could not feel better after that deflated feeling from earlier today. He smiled at Kylie and finally nodded at her.
"Anytime, babe. Just call me, and we'll do this again. Any place, any time."
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1 DAY LATER
Pitch-black darkness was all anyone could see in the room. Steven had found himself laying in a bed, tucked between black blankets and sheets to match. As he lay there, he gazed up at the ceiling and moved his hands behind his head. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and reopened them to gaze through the darkness. He thought he saw a shimmer of gold light from the left side of the room. As he leaned up in the bed, he glanced around the room, but saw nothing in the black void. Laying back down in the bed, he extended his arms down to his legs. Glimmering sparkles of white light could be seen from the left corner of his eye. When he glanced in that direction, nothing was there again. He leaned up in the bed and glanced down at his hands, hoping he could see them in the dusk. Not even his fingers were visible. He shook his head before another glimmer of sparkling gold light caught his wandering eye.
"Steven. Oh, Steven... Look at you now."
A female voice called out in the room, echoing loudly and coherently. Whoever it was, the sound was familiar to him. His heart began to rise as he realized who that voice belonged to.
"Vida!"
"Steven..."
He closed his eyes for a moment and reopened them to see Vida Guerra standing across the room. She wore a white dress that hugged her curves. Her tanned skin and wavy brunette hair looked as they had the last time he had seen her. The look on her face was one of disappointment and sadness. He glanced to the left side of the room and then realized that mirrors covered all the walls. Illusions of Vida covered all four walls, as if she had been duplicated dozens of times.
"You should've known better than to get yourself in a situation like this."
Despite the many reflections of her, only one single voice could be heard. Steven let out a sigh. From the tone of her voice, he felt the urge to argue with her.
"You're the one that got me in this mess."
Her reflections chuckled at his remark.
"Me? Really?"
"Yeah! With that fucking photo you wanted!"
Vida rolled her eyes and shook her head. The reflections disappeared across the mirrors. Only one illusion about her remained visible from the wall he was gazing at. Vida placed her hands on her hips, still shaking her head as she replied.
"That doesn't matter anymore. You managed to get back at me. Remember what you did to me in Vegas? You humiliated me that night. You had already made up your mind to hook up with Jennifer."
Sighing at her words, he glanced down at the bed. The incident in Vegas had become lost in Steven's mind. His relationship with Jennifer Lopez was short and ended bitterly. He tried not to think about the heartbreak, but was now reminded of how that night went.
"Where is she now? I don't see anyone coming to help you get out of this room. You're in some serious shit now, honey."
With a sudden feeling of fear, he had to get away. As Steven tried to climb out of the bed, his arms were restrained. He glanced down to see metal cuffs locked around his wrists and a chain attached to the bed. In a panic, he threw his arms out, trying to wrestle free from the chains.
"You're not the man I fell in love with. That man would never allow himself to become a slave to a Kardashian whore."
Panting and groaning, he threw his arms out again. There was no way to break these chains, not from either wrist. Steven's face scrunched up in a desperate panic. How could he escape this bed? Vida had disappeared from the mirror, but he could still hear her voice.
"Look at you. That's what you are now, Steven. You're a slave to a hateful, Kardashian bitch."
"No! NOOO!! It's not true! I can get out of this, I know it!"
Vida's voice let out a sigh of disappointment. The chains clanked and rattled as he tried to pull himself free one last time.
"No you can't. Not this time, honey. You've managed to fuck up in such a way that you can't get yourself out of this one. I can't help you. No one can."
A phone was ringing in the distance. The room was still pitch black with glimmers of white dots sparkling from the mirrors. Steven gritted his teeth as he began to scream uncontrollably. A panic attack or nervous breakdown was beginning to unfold as Vida's voice echoed through the room.
"Ring, ring, ring! You better find a way out of that bed and go answer your new boss! You don't want to get in trouble with a Kardashian bitch, right? Right, Steven!?"
The ringing became louder with each passing second, echoing in the distance as Vida's voice faded away. Steven finally closed his eyes as he felt his heartbeat racing. The feeling overcame him to the point where he feared something terrible was about to happen to his body. A white light suddenly blinded him, and with a blink, Steven suddenly awakened from the nightmare within his mind in a cold sweat. He leaned up in the bed, realizing that he was not in that disturbing room of mirrors from yesterday. All of his surroundings revealed to him that he had fallen asleep in the bedroom of his private apartment. The ringing was indeed a cellphone going off. He was out of breath but still felt a strange adrenaline rush that made him climb out of bed and stomp his feet into the bathroom.
His right hand turned the sink faucet on, activating the cold water. Unable to catch his breath, Steven nearly fell to his knees before gripping the edge of the sink. The nightmare was over, but he could still feel the emotions in the depths of his brain. Deep down, Steven knew he was haunted by the guilt of poor decisions he had made in the past. One choice led to another, and he had created the environment that led him to this point. He took one look at the clear water in the toilet before discharging vomit. The horrible dream had made him sick to his stomach at the sound of Vida's voice. Once he caught his breath, he moved his head to the sink to wash out his mouth. In the bedroom, the phone had stopped ringing, leaving him alone with the sound of his own breathing.
It took him several minutes to catch his breath. So many emotions were running through his mind after that horrible dream. When Steven finally came to grips with reality, he gazed at his reflection in the mirror. He studied his own dark eyes while raising his right hand and touching the glass with his fingertips. For a moment, he studied his aging face and came to terms with the reality ahead of him. Somehow, some way, he had to get out of this city. He had to get away from this family and their dirty business. The guilt he felt over Vida was something else he needed to deal with if he could ever make it back to Miami. Whether he wanted to or not, he was going to have to play along with Khloe's game. Kim was still his true boss, the one who called the shots. Steven had to remind himself of that after stepping back into the bedroom and grabbing his phone. Four text messages were sent to him by Khloe. The last one got her point across better than any greeting could have.
"Don't be sus! Call me when you finally wake up.
Xoxo Khloe." ******************
3 HOURS LATER
Sunlight glared through the windows of Khloe's sprawling mansion. Unlike the places Steven found himself yesterday, a full house was in order with an army of bodyguards and other strangers. Khloe demanded Steven to arrive after explaining that she would be having a talk with Kim soon about moving him into her group of bodyguards. Soon, he would answer to a different sister, or at least that was what Khloe believed. Steven believed Kim was the true boss and would have the final say over where he would work. After a shower and shaving his face, Steven could not shake the awful nightmare he had woken up from. He began to wonder if he would forever be haunted by his poor decision to betray Vida last year. By the time he arrived at Khloe's place, she could sense that something was off in his body language.
She mentioned that he looked as if he had seen a ghost. Steven did not respond to that comment. Khloe was dressed in white leggings and a black shirt. Her long blonde hair was split down the middle, covering her shoulders. It took Steven some time to realize that Khloe was having some kind of party or social gathering. Her other bodyguards were there, taking their jackets off to relax with drinks in the kitchen and changing to go outside to swim. Two massive pools were outside, one reserved exclusively for the family and the other used by house guests. Steven had told Khloe he was not interested in swimming today, prompting another remark from her about how he seemed to have a 'weird vibe' compared to yesterday. He brushed off her comment as she soon had to depart from the mansion after receiving a phone call from her "momager," Kris.
Khloe left with two other bodyguards. Tall black men wearing the same style of suits Steven currently had on. No longer in her presence, Steven began to relax. He walked to the kitchen and asked the bartender there to serve him with two shots of whiskey. After the drinks, he began to wander around the mansion. He kept his jacket on for the sole reason that his gun holster was inside. Since he did not take it off, Steven had to roll up his sleeves as he ventured outside into the backyard. The sunlight glared into his eyes, leaving him to regret leaving a pair of shades back in the apartment. Steven was walking towards the private family pool when he saw a figure emerging from the water like a siren. Wet black hair was pushed behind her shoulders as the woman walked in a red two-piece bikini. Her big tits shook with each step, water splashing from her knees. Steven looked into the eyes of Kourtney Kardashian and smiled.
"Kourtney Kardashian, wow. You look great today."
Her lips curled into a smile as she stepped out of the pool.
"Thank you. I always look fab in a bikini!"
Something about the way she responded to him was enough to make him laugh. Kourtney seemed genuine as she laughed back at him. After stepping out of the pool, she turned her back to reveal her thick booty in nothing but a bikini thong. The strings on the side bounced with each step she took. Khloe walked over to a white chair and grabbed a blue towel. She glanced across her right shoulder, undoubtedly noticing Steven's eyes checking her out.
"You must be Steven Diaz."
"Yeah, that's me."
"I've heard all about you from Kim. You aren't like the other fancy-suited men she keeps around. You look like you've seen enough trouble for a hundred lifetimes."
Quite the statement to make Steven blush. He tried to hold back his smile as she wrapped the towel around her body, unsure of how to respond to such words.
"I guess you could say I have. Trouble certainly knows my name."
She offered a friendly smile as she stepped closer. The water trickled down her tanned skin. Steven could not take his eyes away from her. He had met Kim, Khloe, and Kylie so far. The older sister always seemed to be absent from the day-to-day workings of the family until now.
"How about I take you out and get a cup of coffee?"
"Really? You want to take me out?"
"Yes! You look like you haven't slept in months! Whatever my sister has you doing, I can see it ain't fun. Give me a few minutes to change clothes, and I'll take you out for coffee."
As she began walking to the back door, Kourtney turned around and pointed at him.
"Don't worry about the paparazzi either. I know just the place where they can't find us."
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2 HOURS LATER
Kourtney wasted no time drying her body and getting dressed in the house. She slipped on a white blouse to go with a pair of denim jean shorts, revealing her slender legs and a pair of high heels that revealed her feet. When she returned to Steven, she had curled her hair into a high ponytail and covered her eyes with a pair of dark sunglasses to go with a black leather purse. In the driveway was one of her many luxury cars. A silver Aston Martin stood out among the many black Cadillac Escalades. Kourtney wanted to drive, leaving Steven as her passenger as they pulled out of the mansion and took to the streets in style. Along the way, she explained that the coffee shop on the east side of town was a popular hangout for people wanting to evade the paparazzi's watchful cameras. Steven commented that he would be more worried about one of Khloe or Kim's other bodyguards seeing them together than any photographers.
Once they arrived at the coffee shop, Kourtney was eager to begin a discussion. Steven did not understand why she took such an interest in him. She was blunt in her words, telling Steven that every other sharp-dressed man working for Kim was black men. She had a preference and made that clear. His appearance made him stick out like a sore thumb, as Kourtney said. She went on to explain that she could tell from the look on his face that he was someone running away from trouble. That was enough to get Steven to begin spilling his guts out to someone. He was not religious enough to talk to a priest, but maybe Kourtney would understand. As they sat together in the café, they went through a long winding conversation over cup after cup of coffee.
"Wow. I can't believe you would leave your family and come all the way out here to work for Kim. I know all about the photo thing with Khloe and Vida. I wish someone could've told you that she never forgives for something like that."
"Well, it's a little too late now. I've gotten myself in some deep trouble, as you can see."
Her eyes gazed back at him after his reply. Steven had spent the past hour explaining how and why he had come to L.A. and started working for Kim. Kourtney made it clear early on that she was uninvolved with what she called the syndicate inside her family. Steven asked if their mother was aware of Kim's shady business. That was when she explained that Kris started it and put Kim in the driver's seat to take over some day. Kourtney seemed to be the good sister. Her smile was genuine enough that he believed she was kind-hearted. Steven had confessed to her about his affair with Salma Hayek, but not about murdering his own cousin. Killing Carlos was something in the past he did not want to revisit.
"Khloe is going to wrap you around her finger. She will punish you for the photo incident, no matter how long ago it was."
"Yeah, I know that. She told me she owned me."
Blinking at him, Kourtney sipped from her straw. She swallowed the coffee before replying.
"Khloe doesn't own anyone or anything. She thinks she's some big shot, but she isn't. Kim is the real boss. Khloe just follows behind her and wishes she could be like Kim."
He considered asking her about Kylie, but there was no point. Kourtney had a good impression of him. Steven did not want to sour her feelings if she were to learn that he also had affairs with Kylie.
"There's gotta be a way out of this. I don't want to cause any trouble, but I need to get back home eventually. I can't dedicate my life to Kim. I'm sorry, but I can't."
"You don't have to apologize to me. I'm not her. You look and sound like a guy going through a mid-life crisis."
Steven laughed.
"I guess that's the truth. You can see right through me."
She laughed, flashing her teeth at him.
"I've always been good at reading people. You don't have the vibe of the other men who follow Kim and Khloe around. I think deep down, you're a nice man who needs to go home and help your own family."
"Do you think you could help me get out of this town? If you can help me get back to Miami, I will pay you back anyway you want."
Her eyes locked on his face as Kourtney let out a sigh. She rested her right hand on the side of her face as she slowly nodded.
"I've helped other men get away from Kim. It's not easy, but I can help you. You'll just have to give me time. It all comes down to shuffling the men around."
"If it helps at all, just keep in mind I'm supposed to be working for Khloe in the next few days."
Kourtney shook her head.
"This is gonna take me more than a few days, honey. Give me two weeks."
"Two weeks?"
She nodded at him. Kourtney was done with her drink. Steven did not order another refill after the third one. Rising up from the table, Kourtney grabbed her sunglasses and placed them in her purse.
"Come on, let's get outta here."
He got up and followed her out of the shop. Back outside, Kourtney turned to Steven.
"You wanna drive?"
"Sure, I don't mind."
With a smile, she tossed him the keys. He had to lean down to barely catch them. Kourtney walked to the passenger side, leaving Steven to open the driver's door. This was better than driving the Escalade that did not belong to him. He got in the car with her and shut the door before putting on the seat belt.
"Wow, this thing is nice."
"It is, isn't it?"
Sliding the key into the ignition, Steven cranked the car. Kourtney's eyes never left his as she watched him shift gears and pull out from the street. Once they entered traffic, he spoke.
"Where are we going?"
"I figured you might want to go back to your apartment that you're staying in, or maybe..."
Her voice trailed off as Kourtney leaned over, biting her lower lip. She had a mischievous expression on her face, as if she were about to burst out laughing.
"Maybe what?"
"I'm thinking--maybe you'd like to go somewhere that you know my sisters don't know about. Some place where we could have a bit of fun."
Steven blushed. He did not expect Kourtney to come onto him so strong with flirting. He waited until he stopped the car at a red light to look in her direction and speak.
"I don't know my way around this town like I do back home. I can get back to the apartment."
"Don't wanna wait until then?"
She rested her left hand on his crotch after speaking. Steven took a deep breath as he felt an erection begin to grow in his pants. Kourtney seemed to have no care whatsoever that they were in traffic, and this kind of action could force him to drive recklessly.
"You've been stuck with Khloe. She doesn't know how to make love like I do. I can give you an experience you'll never forget."
"Right here, right now, in this car?"
"If that's what you want."
Her hand rubbed his crotch, making his cock grow in length. Steven swallowed his breath and navigated the car forward after the traffic light flashed green. He did not want to tell Kourtney to stop. Something about the risk of enjoying a sexual encounter while driving had made him feel more daring than he expected. Kourtney shoved her hand further up, pressing her palm against the bulge in his pants.
"Do you want to wait and go somewhere?"
Shaking his head at her question, he continued driving. Steven focused his eyes on the road. The Aston Martin was directly behind a yellow taxi car.
"No. I think I can handle it while driving."
She laughed at him before purring soft moans.
"I hope you're right. I'd hate to distract you and cause you to wreck someone."
Kourtney's voice had become low and seductive. She lowered her head into his lap, now rubbing her face over his crotch. Steven kept his eyes on the road, trying his best not to be distracted enough to glance down. The sound of a button popping was soon followed by the zipper sliding down. Kourtney shoved his pants and underwear down far enough that his cock was now visible.
"Mmmmmmm, what do we have here? One nice cock that needs to get hard."
He nearly jumped in his seat when he felt her fingers wrap around his pole. Steven's eyes were still on the road. The taxi had taken a right turn, allowing him to drive a little faster as Kourtney jerked his cock back and forth with her right hand.
"Oh my god!"
There was that signature, high pitched 'Kardashian voice' echoing in the car. Kourtney giggled as her hand was still pumping his shaft.
"It's like, so fucking hard."
Opening her mouth, she shoved his cock between her lips. "Mmmmm," the muffled moan almost took his attention away from the road. Steven gripped the steering wheel hard as he made a right turn and slowed down. Kourtney did not wait to begin bobbing her head up and down, feasting on his cock.
"Oh, fuck..."
With Kourtney busy sucking his cock, all Steven could think about was finding a secluded place to stop the car so they could make the most of this time. He sped past a green truck, moving into another lane to get ahead of them. It was a risky move, causing the driver to blare the horn at them. Kourtney did not raise her head. She closed her eyes and continued to bob her head up and down, slobbering on his shaft. She slid her right hand down to the front of her shorts and unbuttoned them. As she continued to suck his cock, she used her free hand to finger herself. Palm trees covered both sides of the streets since Steven had turned into a residential area. This was still not an ideal place to make a stop. He gritted his teeth, groaning at the feeling of his cock shoved into Kourtney's mouth.
"Damn it!"
Grunting again after moaning his words, Steven made another turn. His hands slid across the steering wheel as he became lost in this neighborhood. His eyes looked left and right, hoping to find a place where he could easily park the car and make this situation easier. Kourtney did not stop sucking. She continued at a slow pace, savoring the taste of his cock in her mouth. Her lips bobbed up and down as he moaned again. Slobbering and sucking noises were heard loudly in the car. Her fingers were hard at work between her legs, fingering her wet cunt. Kourtney eventually stopped, only to unfasten her seatbelt and give herself more room to move around. Steven gasped when he finally saw a place he could stop the car. Down the street sat a foreclosed, two-story house with an extended driveway leading to the front yard.
"Hang on, Kourt! Hang on, baby!!"
His words were uttered in desperation. The house had a large wooden fence on both sides, and a passing stranger would have to drive some distance into the long driveway to see them. Steven slowed down the car after passing through. Kourtney had finally stopped sucking his cock and raised her head after pulling it from her lips. She slid her hand from between her legs, now using both hands to slightly elevate herself off his lap. He patted her on the head as she looked out the driver's side window and then through the windshield.
"Oh my god! You really don't know where we're at, do you?"
"No, and I guess you could also say I don't care!"
Kourtney laughed loudly. She leaned up from his lap and reached over to unfasten his seatbelt. When their eyes met, she spoke again.
"We're in a neighborhood, but I guess that's obvious."
Snapping her fingers, she pointed down from his left hand side.
"Reach down there and adjust the seat. You can, like, push it back further and I can get on top."
"That should make things more convenient."
She laughed at his words. As Steven found the adjustment control and pushed his fingers down on it, Kourtney leaned back into the passenger seat. Steven watched her slide her denim shorts and a black thong down. A small strip of dark hair was visible above the pink folds of her wet pussy. Steven had moved the seat back far enough that Kourtney could easily move atop him. She wasted no time climbing over to the driver's seat, straddling him as she bent her knees into the seat. Her hands cupped his face before she pressed her lips to his. They traded short kisses until Steven slither his tongue into her mouth. Kourtney moaned as the kisses began to ignite flames of passion. Her fingers slid from his cheeks and rustled through his hair.
When the kiss broke, Kourtney leaned back from his lap. Steven sat there and watched her pull the blouse over her head to finally strip herself of all clothing. Her big tits bounced free until he moved his hands over them, caressing her skin. He could feel her hardened nipples pressing into his palms as Kourtney sat there taking deep breaths. No words disturbed the silence as Steven glanced down to see her wet pussy directly above his cock. Kourtney bit her lower lip, purring soft moans as she began to grind her pussy over his rod. Back and forth, her wet folds rubbed against his shaft, teasing him as the car was still running. He reached behind her with his right hand to turn the key, shutting off the engine while Kourtney used both hands to hold his cock upward. Kourtney rubbed the head across her clit before she moved it to her vulva lips.
"Just sit back and relax. I've got you, honey..."
Kourtney purred soft moans as she finally slid his cock into her pussy. Steven moved his hands to her hips so he could watch her big tits bounce and jiggle around. He made the initial thrust by bucking his hips. Kourtney took a deep breath before planting her hands on his shoulders. Her fingernails raked across his jacket as she began to roll her hips and pound herself down on his cock.
"Ohhhhh, yeah! That's it!"
Having to do this in such a small space has made things slightly difficult. Steven had not even taken his clothes off. His pants and underwear were pushed down his knees, while she was completely naked apart from the heels covering her feet. Kourtney moaned as she pounded her pussy down harder on his cock. Her big tits were shaking all around until Steven buried his face between them.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah! Suck on my titties! I love that!"
She moved her hands to the sides of her tits, smothering his face with them. Steven found her left nipple and began to suck on it. Kourtney continued to roll her hips, pumping his cock in and out of her cunt at a fast pace. Neither of them seemed to have a care in the world about a random stranger finding them in the driveway of this abandoned house. Kourtney concentrated entirely on her pleasure as she rocked her body up and down, riding his cock in the car seat.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh FUCK YEAH!!"
Her screeching voice echoed loudly, nearly deafening Steven as he released her nipple from his lips. He gripped her tits and squeezed them hard, causing Kourtney to bounce on his cock harder and faster. The car began to rock and shake as she screamed again.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!! OHHHHHHH GOD, YESSSSSSSS!!"
There was nothing that could stop Kourtney at this point. She was clearly not going to get off him until she experienced her own climax. Over and over, she slammed herself down on Steven's cock as he groaned and closed his eyes. Without any doubt in his mind, he knew Kourtney had no plans of stopping. She aggressively shoved him back in the seat, pressing her hands on his chest. The car was still shaking around as Kourtney closed her eyes and raked her fingernails across his shirt.
"YESSS, YESSSSS, YESSSSSS!! OHHHHH MY GOD, FUCKKKKK!!"
Gasping her breath, Kourtney finally stopped as her eyes opened wide. Steven groaned at the feeling of her inner walls leaking love nectar onto his cock from inside her.
"Oh god! Ohhhhhh, babe! So fucking good!"
He groaned his words as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Kourtney gasped again as her body shook. Just when he thought he could hold himself back from his own orgasm, Steven gave up as he cried out to her in an ecstasy of pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh, god! Yes, baby, yes!!"
As his cum filled her, Kourtney slowly curved her lips into a smile. She was still attempting to catch her breath as her eyes glared at him lovingly. A quick session in the most unlikely of places had given Steven quite the memory he would live with. There was something about this woman that gave him strong feelings of passion. Kourtney was not like her sisters. Beyond the name she had, she came off as genuine and kind. Steven leaned forward to kiss her one last time.
"That was something else. I don't know what to say, Kourt. I needed a miracle, and you really saved my day."
"Don't say that. I haven't saved your day just yet."
Looking into his eyes, Kourtney nodded and spoke again.
"You just have to give me some time, okay? You might be stuck with Khloe for a little longer, but if you're patient, I can get you out of town. Just give me some time to talk to Kim and square some things up."
Kourtney began to climb off of him. Steven watched as his cock slid out of her pussy and flopped down on his stomach. It was covered in her own juices mixed with his cum. She crawled into the passenger-side seat and grabbed her clothes from the floorboard.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to drive after I get dressed."
"I don't mind at all. I need to go pick up my Escalade at Khloe's place."
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8 HOURS LATER
The sun went down while a shape of the moon went up in the now blackened sky. After a day spent with Khloe and Kourtney, another sister called Steven through the night. Kim called Steven on the phone hours after he made it back to the apartment. She needed him to meet up at her place, telling him to prepare for a night out. The first thing Steven did after coming back to the apartment was take a shower and change clothes. He knew better than to walk around Kim with clothes smelling like sex. Under his pinstriped black jacket, he chose a light blue shirt. Just like any other day, he holstered his firearm before leaving the apartment. Kim was waiting for him with only one other bodyguard by her side. Steven had not seen Sean in a number of days. The two men exchanged greetings as Sean offered a friendly smile.
Something about this trip felt off. Steven was conflicted about Kim going out at night with only two men rather than an army of bodyguards. He tried to deny the slight sense of paranoia he had within. That was difficult after his meeting with Kourtney and with the strange nightmare still fresh in his mind. Something did not feel right about this. Kim had dressed herself to impress any paparazzi photographers who would see her tonight. A pair of red, skin-tight latex pants revealed her hourglass curves. The pants, combined with a small black crop top, showed off plenty of midriff to catch anyone's attention. The final piece of her outfit was a plain gray zip-up jacket. It was left unzipped for obvious reasons: she wanted to be the center of attention with her outfit alone. When the cameras flashed in the dark, it would reveal that no bra contained her big breasts underneath the top.
Kim looked as beautiful as ever with her black hair parted down the middle. The final piece of her outfit was a pair of gold heels, sparkling with diamonds encrusted in the straps. She climbed into the back of a black SUV, while Sean sat in the driver's seat and Steven was in the front passenger seat. No small talk was made between the three of them as they left her mansion and drove en route to Kim's nightclub of choice. By the time they arrived, a sea of paparazzi cameras was swarming outside. Kim stepped out of the SUV, ready for the cameras to flash at her. Sean made a brief comment to Steven about hurrying into the club behind her and not becoming distracted by the cameras. Flash after flash of the bright cameras had caused Steven's vision to blur slightly on the walk into the club. Voices were heard from the paparazzi, but it was of no concern once they stepped through the front doors leading into the dark club.
Hip-hop music blared from the speakers, with the bass booming to the point that no voices could be heard in the distance. Steven and Sean walked behind Kim, both of them gazing forward to give a look of intimidation as the tabloid legend made her entrance with her bodyguards. Kim brought nothing with her except a cellphone shoved into the outer pocket of her loose jacket. Upon stepping through the entrance of the club, several people immediately recognized her. Some made shocked facial expressions, others took out their phones and snapped quick photos. None of this seemed to bother Kim at all. She seemed to revel in being the center of attention in a public place like this. Lazer lights cast over the dance floor in the distance, illuminating the black walls of the club. Memories of Disco Fever and his old life flooded Steven's mind as Kim walked to the bar.
She claimed that she needed a drink before she was ready to 'shake that ass' on the floor. Steven laughed at her remark, but Sean did not show any emotional response to it at all. The behavior of the other man had made Steven feel as if something were off tonight. He did not shake this feeling after Sean smiled and laughed at one of Kim's remarks. A few minutes after having her first drink, Kim grabbed Steven's hand and pulled him from the bar. Sean followed behind them, but it was clear that Kim was favoring the other man for some reason. A spark was seen in her dark eyes as she gave him a lustful smile. Before Steven knew what to do, Kim had dragged him onto the dance floor to bump and grind. The songs had changed, but the music remained the same. Kim brushed her thick booty against his crotch while several people in the crowd noticed they were dancing shoulder-to-shoulder with the most photographed woman in the world.
The more eyes followed her, the happier Kim seemed. She smiled, radiating from the dance floor as she continued to grind on Steven and move with the music. All he did was mostly stand there and move a little bit. Kim eventually pulled out her phone and began to film herself, snapping a few selfie photos in the process. Within minutes, the dance floor stopped moving as most of the people circling Steven and Kim had noticed who she was. This did not stop Kim, as she continued to dance and eventually grabbed Steven's hand to pull him off the dance floor. Some people had taken out their phones to snap photos, all while Kim shoved her own phone back into the pocket of her jacket. She tried to make some remarks to Steven but could not hear her voice over the music. They walked back to Sean, who looked ready to leave after getting his drinks.
"Well, that was a lot of fun, huh? Look at how many people are staring at us!"
Kim spoke gleefully to Steven, giggling as she puckered her lips and waved at the dance floor. It was apparent to him that she was loving all this attention, but Steven could care less. With all the pictures snapped earlier and now inside the club, he was sure that rumors would soon spread that Kim Kardashian had a new man.
"Yeah, we've made quite a scene tonight."
Ignoring Steven, Kim snapped her fingers, motioning at Sean. He nodded and began to walk out of the club. Kim then pointed at Steven, gesturing for him to march behind Sean. Many people in the club were following behind Kim. Some may have been watching her ass move in the tight latex pants, others were star-struck at the sight of a celebrity in the room.
"Alright guys, let's get outta here. We gave 'em something to talk about."
Her high-pitched voice was heard loud and clear as Kim yelled at her bodyguards. Steven glanced behind his right shoulder to reply to Kim.
"Where are we going?"
"Back to my place! You and me!"
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1 HOUR LATER
The sound of spitting echoed in the room as Steven stood naked with Kim on her knees. Her big brown eyes were fixed on him as she wrapped her right hand fingers around the base of his cock. Outside the club, paparazzi snapped several photos of him and Sean climbing into the SUV before Kim. As she put it, they had given the media something to talk about. It was a short ride from the club back to a mansion in Beverly Hills. Sean had taken them to one of the many mansions Kim owned. It certainly was not the same one from yesterday or the main base of operations Steven knew. She ordered Sean to stay in the living room, leaving her to take Steven upstairs to help peel off her latex pants. He was just glad that she did not want to fuck in a room full of mirrors. This specific room was plain looking with white walls matching a bed and nightstand.
Whatever Kim or her family did with the many rooms of these mansions was of no concern to Steven. He focused on her deep brown eyes as she began to suck his cock. This was his second blowjob of the day, and he was fucking his fourth different sister. He placed his hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair as Kim slid his shaft deeper into her mouth. A muffled moan was heard as she shoved his cock to the back of her throat. Kim could take his entire length, demonstrating her expert cocksucking skills with Steven every chance she got. She closed her eyes as her lips and nose were buried in his pubic hair. As his balls were pressed against her chin, Kim wiggled the tip of her tongue out and licked them while his cock was pushed to the back of her throat. This was unexpected of her, causing Steven to groan and scream.
"Fuck! You're always full of surprises."
His words made Kim extract his shaft from her lips. Three saliva strings dangled back to her watery mouth from his gleaming, drool-soaked dick. She flicked her tongue, breaking the strings that were now dripping from her lips. Kim ignored him as she slurped up her own saliva and pressed her lips against his balls. The length of his rod extended across her forehead as Kim began to loudly slobber on his hairy nutsack. He gripped his cock and began jerking as Kim was busy with his balls. Steven groaned as he felt her shove one nut into her mouth and lap her tongue across it. Her cheeks inflated when she stuffed his entire nut sack into her mouth.
"Oh, fuck!"
Grunting at her, he stopped wanking when Kim moved her right hand over his fingers. She replaced his own hand with her fingers wrapping around his cock. While she sucked his balls, she pumped her hand up and down, jerking him at a slow pace. Kim let go of his cock and trailed her tongue from the underside after she had finished slobbering on his balls. Her head raised by the time her tongue reached the head, where she squeezed her lips around it and proceeded to suck again. With her eyes closed, Kim bobbed her head up and down at a slow pace. Steven exhaled, taking a deep breath before he placed both hands on the side of her head and took control. Kim opened her eyes wide, taken back for a moment before gazing up at his face.
"Suck it, just like that, baby."
Steven went slow, knowing better than to be aggressive with the woman he took orders from. Kim sucked inch after inch of his cock pumping into her mouth. She closed her eyes, purring soft moans over his length.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm..."
Her eyes opened after the last moan. Steven became distracted while studying her dark eyes. He made one last thrust into her mouth, just to see how far he could push his cock down her throat if she would gag. Kim did not choke on his length. Steven pushed his entire shaft down her throat. Once again, her nose was touching his ball hairs while those big brown eyes gazed up at him. Kim sucked with such force that it was as if she could suck the soul out of his cock. If she wanted to, she could force him to cum right here, right now. Steven let go of her hair and took a step back. Kim slowly pushed her lips up until she released his cock with a loud popping noise. She kissed the head before wrapping her right hand fingers around it again.
"Mmmmmm, yeah. I want you to fuck me, Steven. I want you to fuck me like you've been doing."
"I can't say no to that."
"Damn right, you can't! I'm the best fuck you've ever had!"
When it came to the Kardashian women, Steven could not argue with that point. Steven lusted for Kim, despite the impression Kourtney had made earlier in the day. He watched Kim rise from the floor, curving her lips into a devious smile. She shoved her big tits up against his chest as she threw her arms around him to begin kissing. They traded short kisses until Kim darted her tongue between his lips. After a passionate kiss, she pulled away and turned her back to him. Steven witnessed her mighty ass, cheeks trembling as Kim stomped her feet to the bed. She sat down on the bed and spread her legs out, inviting him to see her wet, shaved pussy.
"Come fuck me, Steven. Fuck me real good and I'll let you fuck the biggest ass you've ever had."
Kim remembered the remark he made about her ass from the threesome they shared with Kylie. Steven laughed as he stepped forward. She lay on her back, raising her legs in the air and bending her knees. The heels that had once covered her feet earlier tonight were taken off when they entered the mansion. Red paint covered all her toenails, but Steven's eyes were fixated on her vulva lips. As he stepped closer, he rubbed the head of his cock over her pink folds. Kim bit her lower lip, similar to the way her sisters acted during teasing.
"Mmmmmm, give me that cock. Fuck me, Steven."
"You don't want to have to beg, do you?"
"Do I look like some whore that begs to be fucked?"
He answered her question through action, sliding his cock into her pussy. Kim smiled widely, showing all her teeth, before glancing down to see his cock pushing inside her. Steven took a deep breath as he gazed at her perfect, voluptuous body. She moved her hands over her breasts, hiding her nipples from him as he began to thrust his cock into her pussy. Kim closed her eyes, moaning soft cries of pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah. That's it, fuck me. Fuck me, Steven!"
Spreading her legs out further, Kim kept her knees bent until Steven gripped her legs. He shifted them over his shoulders, causing her feet to stick up in the air. From the corners of his eyes, he noticed her toes curling up. He began to thrust harder and faster, pumping his cock into her as she kept her hands pressed down over her breasts. She began pinching her own nipples while gazing into his eyes. Steven continued to thrust into her, finding a rhythm in the slow pace.
"You like that? You like fucking me, Steven?"
"Yes I do!"
Snarling at him, she grinned with her teeth fully visible. Steven was unsure if she was trying to tease him with her facial expressions or by hiding her breasts. He gripped her legs from her ankles, still driving his cock in her tight pussy as Kim moaned again.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh yeah!!"
Her voice was rising to that signature high pitch that he knew from the other Kardashian sisters. Kim finally moved her hands away from her breasts and threw her arms behind her head, flexing out her elbows. She looked relaxed, as if she did not have a care in the world while one of her many men was fucking her. Steven grunted while slowing down. He moved Kim's legs off his shoulders and abruptly pulled his cock from her pussy.
"Turn around, I want you to get on all fours."
"You want to fuck me from behind?"
Nodding his head to answer her, he grinned. Kim let out a frustrated sigh. She probably did not want to change positions yet, but Steven wanted to be standing directly behind her when he had the chance to fuck her famous ass. As she began to turn around, he climbed onto the bed. Kim had moved around, facing the opposite end of the bed. A large flat-screen television hung on the wall across from her. She gazed up at the TV before glancing behind her right shoulder to make sure he was lined up behind her.
"This time, you better not pull out. I want you to fuck me until I cum. Then, and only then, will I let you pound me in the ass. Got that?"
"Not a problem, babe."
Kim winked before turning her head to face forward. Steven could not see her closing her eyes, but he heard the soft, purring moans she made. From where he stood, his feet sank down into the bed. Kim's giant booty was so mesmerizing. He caressed the left cheek with his free hand, eager to squeeze it while he guided his cock back into her pussy with his right hand.
"Mmmmmmmm, yeah."
As he began to thrust into her pussy again, Steven watched her epic ass cheeks bounce when their bodies smacked together. As the frame began to rattle and shake, Kim kept her head hunched and gripped the bed sheets below.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah! That's it, that's it! Fuck me! Fuck me good, Steven!"
A clanking sound was heard along with the serenade of moans and heavy breathing. Steven loved fucking Kim like this. He raised his right hand and slapped her ass hard.
"Do that again! Spank my big ass!"
Spank! His hand slapped her ass hard. The bed frame was clanking louder as it slammed against the wall. Kim's big tits shook and bounced from underneath as Steven continued to pump his cock in and out of her tight cunt. She lowered her head, taking a deep breath as she suddenly began screaming at him.
"FUCK ME!! OH MY GOD, YES!! YESSSSSSSSS!!"
Kim's voice elevated to that signature high pitch he had heard from her other sisters. She nearly deafened him as Steven began to thrust harder and faster. He wanted to push her into that sweet release as badly as she did. Nothing else mattered except shoving his cock up that phat ass next. Kim gripped the bed sheets beneath her, pulling at them as she curled her toes up. The bed was clanking loudly into the wall with banging noises that could undoubtedly be heard outside the room. As she closed her eyes, she yelled at him again.
"FUCK ME!! OHHHH GOD, YES! YESSSSSSS!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE!!"
Clank! Clank! Clank! The bed frame thrashed against the wall loudly as Steven did not slow down. Kim raised her head and pulled at the bed sheets as her climax commenced.
"OHHHHHHHH, FUCKKKKKKK!!"
With one step back, Steven snatched his cock free from her pussy. Kim's juices splattered across the bedsheets beneath her. She panted, desperately trying to catch her breath as she spoke.
"Oh my fucking god! That's the way I like to get fucked!"
Steven spanked her ass with his right hand. Kim flipped her hair as she glanced at him across her right shoulder. She smiled innocently as she shoved her thick booty back into him.
"This is the way you like to fuck my ass, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is."
She bit her lower lip, still rubbing her ass against him. Steven pulled her left ass cheek apart to split the crack and shove his cock between those firm cheeks. Kim moaned at the feeling of his shaft pushing up the crack of her huge booty. When his hand could no longer be felt touching her skin, she began to grind her hips and twerk on his dick.
"Ohhhhh, man..."
He moaned at the feeling of his cock rubbing up and down the crack. Kim was still twerking on his dick when he slapped the left cheek of her booty. That made her halt the movement and speak.
"I want you to pound my big ass real good. When you're done, I want to suck the cum out of your dick and swallow it down like a milkshake."
"Milkshake or cum-shake?"
"Fine, call it a cum shake if you want. Whatever you wanna say, Steven. Either way, I know I'm going to suck every last drop of cum out of your fucking cock and swallow it down."
"Only after I pound this booty real good."
"Yeah, only after that. Every last drop of your cum is going down my throat."
His hand slapped her ass harder. Kim moaned before giggling.
"Mmmmmm, that's right."
Done teasing her now, Steven finally pulled her ass cheeks apart and found her dark little hole. He carefully pushed the head of his cock inside, listening to her moan as he made the first hard thrusts. In a moment like this, he had to consider how many men were lucky to slide their cock into the ass of Kim Kardashian. This was not his first time fucking her ass, let alone remembering the experience he had with her sisters in the past two days. Steven glanced down, watching his cock disappear as he began to thrust into her booty. Kim bit her lower lip, purring soft moans.
"Mmmmmmmm, yeah. Fuck my ass, Steven. Get ready, cause you know, I like it better when you're pounding me real good. I can take it."
For those words, he rewarded her by spanking that booty again. His right palm was now stinging in pain as a small red mark formed on her right cheek. Kim sighed before she spoke again.
"Don't tell me you're going slow just cause you don't want to cum yet."
Pushing her hands down into the bed sheets, she wiggled her booty while glancing behind her right shoulder to tease him with a smirk.
"Or maybe you don't have the energy left to give my ass the pounding it deserves."
She was not teasing. Kim chose to taunt him with that statement. He did feel slightly fatigued after fucking Khloe and Kylie yesterday, then the quick romp with Kourtney earlier today. Kim had not mentioned her sisters tonight. When she turned her head, Steven gripped her hips and began to slam his cock into her ass with speed. Kim groaned, biting her lower lip again as she gripped the bedsheets again.
"That's it! Yeah, give it to me! Come on, fuck that ass! Give it to me!"
Gritting his teeth, Steven grunted as he found a rhythm, driving his cock in and out of her thick booty. Their bodies smacked together as her breasts began to bounce and shake from underneath her. Kim raised her head, closing her eyes, as she could feel every inch of his hard cock pounding her ass.
"Ohhhhhhh my god, yes! YESSSSS!! JUST LIKE THAT, STEVEN!! FUCK MY BIG ASS!! GIVE ME EVERY INCH OF THAT BIG FUCKING COCK!!"
The louder Kim screamed, the harder Steven thrust. Over and over, he pounded his cock into her ass. His eyes never glanced away from her giant booty, watching those cheeks bounce and sway around with every complete thrust he gave her.
"YES!! YESSSSS!! YESSSSSSSSSSSS!! FUCK MY ASS!! OHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK!! FUCK MY ASS!!"
His face scrunched up as Steven continued to pound his cock in her ass on borrowed time. His orgasm was merely seconds away at this rate, but he did not want to stop. Kim's booty was so great, easily the best ass of the sisters he had fucked. He slowed down and made one final hard thrust. Kim appeared to be eager for him to pull his cock out of her ass. She raised her head and flicked her hair around to glance behind her right shoulder. Groaning loudly, Steven pulled his cock out of her ass and yelled.
"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum! Kim, I can't hold back!"
She quickly turned around to face him. Kim adjusted herself, sitting on her knees, as she grabbed his cock with her right hand and wasted no time pushing it between her lips to go from ass to mouth. Steven grunted again, balling up his fingers into fists as he tried to hold back from the orgasm that had built up inside him. Kim did not give him an ounce of mercy as she pushed his cock half-way into her mouth. Her hand gripped it from the base, meeting her lips while her big brown eyes were locked on his face. She was so eager to taste his cum, and finally, she got her wish.
"FUCK!! OHHHHH, FUCK!!"
As Steven screamed, his cock exploded in Kim's mouth. His face was scrunched up with his eyes closed as she milked his cock dry. Wad after wad filled her mouth, and she swallowed it down, gulp after gulp. Steven was panting, groaning, and feeling as if he had finally reached a breaking point of exhaustion. All the fucking he had done in the past two days was finally catching up to him, as he felt weak in his knees from this hard orgasm. Kim released his cock from her mouth after sucking the final drops out. Steven opened his eyes to see her still on her knees, mouth open wide to show him the puddle of semen drenched across her tongue. Kim closed her mouth and swallowed the remainder of cum.
"Mmmmm, yummy."
Kim seemed satisfied now. She climbed off the bed, leaving Steven to collapse on his buttocks. While lying on his back in bed, he let out a sigh. Closing his eyes, he could hear Kim's feet stomping around the bed. She walked over to the nightstand where his clothes had been discarded in a pile.
"Hey, don't fall asleep on me now."
Letting out a sigh, Steven opened his eyes and glanced to the right side of the room. Kim was still naked, smiling at him. In her hands was a silky black robe. She tossed it at him.
"Here, put this on."
"Are we about to go somewhere?"
"Maybe, maybe not. I don't want a man walking around naked in this house swinging his dick everywhere."
He laughed at her remark while slipping the robe on. Steven did not notice that Kim had grabbed a second black robe from the nightstand. She slid it over her curvy body and quickly assembled four buttons at the waist.
"Look, I wanna show you something."
After pointing at the television, Kim bent over to grab something from the floor or from among his clothes. Steven was not paying attention to what she was doing. In her left hand, she held the remote for the television. She pressed the power button to activate the large, wide screen. No sound was heard as it began playing a black and white recording. It took Steven a moment to make out what the video was and the shadowy figures through the dark lighting. His eyes became enlarged as he took a deep breath upon realizing where this camera was pointed. It was a recording of his affair with Kylie from yesterday. She was facing the camera, with him directly behind her, bucking his hips to fuck her.
"Oh shit..."
"Oh shit is right!"
She screamed at him before lunging forward. Before Steven could turn his head, he felt a sharp pain jab into the left side of his neck.
"What the fuck are you doing!?"
Kim had stabbed a syringe into his neck. She pushed her thumb down to inject him with some kind of drug. Steven wailed his arms around in an attempt to fight back, but it was too late. She moved away after the drug had been shot into his veins.
"Do you really think I'm stupid? Khloe wanted you all for herself. You didn't even wait a day to go to Kylie's house and fuck her. I guess you didn't think I would find out."
Crying out in pain, Steven began panicking in fear that Kim had poisoned him. There was no telling what drug she had just pumped into his neck. All he knew was that a burning pain was coursing through his body at the moment.
"She invited me over!"
"Bull-fucking-shit! Don't you DARE try to blame her!"
Kim revealed Steven's own pistol in her right hand, pointed directly at his face. She had grabbed it from the holster when her back was turned to him. Now his own firearm was pointed in his face. She took a step back and moved her left hand to pull the safety on the gun. In a panic, Steven tried to sit up on the bed but fell to the floor. His knees slammed with a thundering sound as he then crawled forward.
"What the fuck, Kim!? Are you gonna kill me over this!?"
"Shut up! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"
She kicked him in the stomach as hard as she could. Steven moaned in agony and attempted to rise from the tiled floor. The drug in his system was starting to blur his vision, as he was seeing doubles. Kim clapped her hands and then raised two fingers to her mouth, loudly whistling for help.
"Sean! It's time!"
Just when Steven had managed to force himself up on his knees, the bedroom door opened. Sean stepped in to see Steven down on his knees, suffering from the drug. The black jacket he had once worn was taken off, as Sean had already rolled up the white sleeves of his shirt as if he were waiting for this moment. Kim was standing directly behind Steven, pointing the gun at the back of his head. All Sean could do was grin at this sight as he looked down at the friend he had betrayed.
"Don't worry, babe. We've got this completely under control. Don't we, buddy?"
After speaking, Sean raised his right foot and kicked Steven as hard as he could in the chest. He fell backwards until the man grabbed him by the front of the robe. Sean raised him up with one hand, then reared his right hand back to deliver a strong punch directly to the face. Sean's knuckles smashed into Steven's nose, busting it. A second punch caused blood to fly, and a third busted his mouth. Steven's vision had become pitch black from the effects of the drug and blunt trauma. Sean let go of him after three hard hits, allowing Steven's unconscious body to fall on the floor. Blood oozed from his mouth and both nose holes. Kim handed the gun to Sean as they both looked at each other and nodded. The last thing Steven remembered was seeing the footage of that tape with Kylie. His eyes did not deceive him yesterday. That camera had been placed in the living room for a reason.
TO BE CONTINUED
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