Series of short stories about being a real horny Uber driver
Episode 01: Khloe Kardashian
Waiting in my car for my next fare. Khloe K. I've always been more of a Kim K fan, but hey... Khloe's ass can grace the back seat of my car anytime. I might just sniff the seat after she gets out with that bomb ass of hers. Ha. And what an ass it is. Huge, bouncy, curvy, and badonkadonk fabulous. Maybe even nicer than Kim's.
I check it out as I watch Khloe walk outta the hotel all sexy. She turns away from me thankfully so I can get a good look. Fuck! I'm definitely in love with that ass. Real or not... it's fucking AWESOME!
I get out and open the door for Khloe. "Thanks." She smiles as she gets in.
We head out. Her, checking out her messages on her phone. Me, checking her out in the mirror.
"I hope u don't mind an obvious and real cheesy compliment, but damn you're fine." I smirk.
Khloe laughs, looking at her phone. "Thanks." She says with a sorta cocky grin, not looking at me.
I check her out. Black leather jacket over a loose, black sequined top that's open down to her waist. No bra obviously. Skin tight, black spandex pants and black and gold sequined pumps. That blonde hair looking real sharp too. Bitch is hot for sure.
I rub my dick where she can't see it. Thinking about ass fucking her silly in the back seat gets me real hard, real quick. Hello, Mr bulge. 7 inches of pure pussy... and ass... pounding power. God damn... Khloe's sexy. I can't stop thinking about ass fucking her. I'm in fucking ass fuck love for sure.
I decide to take a chance and whip my dick outta my black sweatpants. Buttons on the fly. Ahhhhhh. (Whipping it out)... There ya go. Nice and comfy. My big ass beer belly letting out too. Double the nice comfort.
I slowly stroke my dick as I drive, trying to keep it blocked from Khloe's view... assuming she ever looks up from her damn phone.
Well... that didn't take long.
"WHAT THE..." She leans up against the seat all huffy and puffy. "ARE YOU ACTUALLY PLAYING WITH YOURSELF, ASSHOLE???" She's a tad upset. Thankfully we stopped at a light so maybe I can calm her down.
"Well... it's a compliment. I mean... I'd only do it cause you're so fucking sexy."
"Khloe flops back on the back seat all angry. "I'm calling the cops!"
Think quick dude... Quicker than that... "You're even hotter than Kim!" I blurt out as Khloe dials the cops.
She pauses. I do too, hoping she doesn't complete that damn call. Deep breath...
Khloe hangs up her phone right as the voice on the other end comes on. She leans up against my seat again and pauses once more, still looking upset. My dick is still real hard though. Drama or not. The bitch is still super fine.
"Do you really think I'm hotter than my sister... or are you just trying to get outta trouble? BE HONEST! I CAN STILL CALL THE COPS!" Khloe holds her phone up to me, thumb on the keypad to emphatically make her point.
Survival mode kicks in. "I think you're hotter, baby." I remain cool, calm, and cock ready.
Khloe looks at me. My big head and gray with some dark brown hair mixed in probably not her typical kind of look she's in to.
"I don't believe you." She's cracking. She's still a little miffed, but she's calmer than she was. Pimp daddy takes over.
"I swear to you that I think you... Khloe Kardashian... are hotter than your sister Kim Kardashian. Scouts honor... and I was an eagle scout." That's a lie, but she sure doesn't have to know that.
"Yeah... sure. So... do you jerk off to me more than her???" Khloe is serious about this jealousy thing. I've got her. This is my chance.
"Absolutely. Way more. Your ass is way better than hers. I jerked off five times yesterday to pics of you and that ass alone. Twice earlier today when I knew I was picking you up. You're so fucking gorgeous I got hard the second I saw you just now, baby. No joke. Scouts honor... again."
One more pause by Khloe as we take off from the light. My dick is still up and thumping, banging against the steering wheel.