0 comments/ 105348 views/ 24 favorites Reaching for a Dream By: SmithPortinoi For as long as Victoria Archer could remember, she'd wanted to get into acting. But, she was constantly discouraged from pursuing it as a career. Coming from Midwest small town Kalamazoo, Michigan, people around her insisted that her dream wasn't really a job. The city was famous for its four popular local breweries and brewpubs producing a variety of beer styles, from light bodied wheat ales to stouts and barley wines. The brewery business has expanded from its original Kalamazoo location to a modern, state-of--the-art brewery facilities located in nearby Comstock. Family and friends often told her that she needed to invest her time in that area instead, if she ever wanted to make any money. But largely due to its college-town influence, Kalamazoo has always been notable as a center for the arts. Celebrating local artists, the city's Arts Council held an Art Hop every first Friday of the month, circulating among many local businesses in the downtown area. Big-name stars and groups often perform at the State Theatre, Miller Auditorium at Western Michigan University. Victoria was determined to follow that path, so she sent her resume to several of the local acting agencies and managed to schedule a few auditions. Although she was very happy when she learned she was given her first small role, she was a bit disappointed with the salary. As a matter of fact, the initial wage she was offered as an amateur actress was simply not enough to cover her expenses, including the Dramatic Art course she was attending. It forced her to look for another part-time job, in order to increase her income, but Victoria wasn't willing to postpone her professional endeavor. She got a job as a stage assistant at the local theater, and that actually helped her develop her acting technique. She was a fast learner and the opportunity to interact and watch experienced actors and actresses work was more than she could ever ask. Victoria was very talented, but that alone wasn't enough to catapult her career, so she worked hard to maintain a nice figure. Strict diets and exercise routines were part of her daily life. She knew she was shapely with 38C breasts and a firm, pear-shaped ass that looked great in tight jeans. Long reddish hair falling straight passed her shoulders, large green eyes, full pink lips just made for kissing, a thin waist which gave her a light hourglass figure, and a pair of smooth legs that seemed to reach on forever. Guy's were all over her. Four years later, at 24, she was armed with an impressive resume from the various projects she'd worked on. She felt more experienced and wanted to try something more challenging. It all started to change when she married her former college mate, Henry Archer, who was a local architect and freelance photographer. Henry was also fond of any type of art and, contrary to what Victoria was used to, always supported her desire to be an actress. Henry worked for a small but solid firm and made a good living. They were happy together and had decided to wait a few years before trying for a family. Two years after the wedding, now at 26, she had the most surprising news. Apparently, some big shot agent from LA heard that a redneck actress from Kalamazoo was getting highly regarded reviews for her acting and wanted to schedule a meeting. Victoria hated these protocolar meetings with a passion. She initially enjoyed the formalities and even worked hard to know how to use the best approach and what kind of role to play. But now, with a lot more background, she hated being politically correct and pretending to be someone she wasn't. Still, Victoria was overjoyed. She wasn't going to get an opportunity like that again anytime soon and she couldn't wait to visit Hollywood. Even though she was excited about her trip to California, she needed to talk to her husband about it first. When Henry told her it was something she couldn't miss and fully supported her to fly out and meet the agent, Victoria could hardly believe it. She had never been to California and Henry sounded like he really understood how she was feeling. He even asked Victoria to enhance her wardrobe by buying some stylish, sexy clothes there. Victoria was thrilled, their sex life was great and it was indeed a good chance to spice it up a bit further. She always tried to buy sexually provocative outfits to temp Henry; his request indicated that she was succeeding. The day of Victoria's flight she got up early to get ready. After her shower, Victoria pulled the pink thongs over her hips and slipped into the matching push-up bra. It was indeed Victoria's very own Secret. She modeled in front of the mirror and really liked the way the thin strip of cloth from the thongs disappeared between her shapely behind. Victoria pulled the pale, also pink button-up dress over her chest, then over her small waist and tight ass, leaving the top two buttons open. She once again checked herself at the mirror and appreciated the way the dress showed off her amazing figure, specially the tops of her breasts. For the final touch, she wore high heeled shoes with ankle straps. Satisfied with her outfit, she applied her makeup, accenting her gorgeous green eyes. Not that was something she needed, but she wanted to be sure to give a good impression. She also applied bright pink lipstick that matched her outfit. Before leaving, Victoria fixed her long, reddish hair into a loose bun on the back of her head. She just finished when her husband parked at the front of the house to take her to the airport. Henry commented on how great Victoria looked. She swelled with pride as they chatted away about future plans and the possibility of her becoming a star. When they finally arrived, Victoria realized she still had plenty of time, so she suggested they sat at a Starbucks Coffeeshop, for breakfast. By quarter to ten they had finished breakfast and wandered down the ramp to her gate just around the corner from the Starbucks. Other people seemed to have the same dilemma, as most were sitting around reading, quietly talking, or listening to music, and all of them had the same heart broken expression. Victoria kissed and hugged her husband dearly, and waved goodbye for a while as her husband watched her check in and walk down the long corridor of the boarding terminal through the check-in lounge's window. She boarded the plane and took her seat in business class next to the window. She couldn't believe that she was on a flight to LAX. Finally, the cabin door closed in preparation for the push back, and one of the stewardesses went to the front of the cabin for the safety demo. Victoria looked up, for the demo, but her eyes never made it there. She looked out the window, tears filled her eyes as the plane took off. The flight went surprisingly well and Victoria did manage to rest all the way to LA. At the airport's arrivals lounge, Victoria was aware of men staring at her as she walked by. She knew she looked inviting and she held her head high and thrust her chest outward displaying her breasts prominently. She walked purposefully relishing the stares; she could see the lust in their eyes. The thoughts of all the men wanting her caused Victoria's sexual desires to stir. She couldn't help but feel the moisture between her thighs in response to the attention from the men. Finally, she saw a man holding a board with her name written on it. Most people would be a bit surprised to see a high profile agent dressed as a tourist visiting Hawaii, but Victoria though he could be one of those eccentric guys who have their own alternative style. She introduced herself and he promptly led her to his waiting car. *** Following morning *** "Hello?" Henry picked up the phone, after a couple of rings. "Hi, baby! It's me Vicky!" Victoria greeted her husband. "Hi, honey! I was wondering when you would call. How are things back there?" He asked her. "Good. Sorry I didn't call you yesterday, had a really busy day." She apologized. "Don't worry about it. How did the meeting go?" Henry was curious. "I don't know. He certainly showed a lot of patience with me and told me he saw a lot of natural talent in my acting skills." Victoria replied, with a hesitant voice. "He gave me a script for the audition today, but I am not sure if I am suited for that kind of role" Last night, Victoria eagerly gobbled up the script. When she got a few pages into it, she couldn't help but be a bit shocked. The story was a romance, and the writers had included some pretty realistic, not to mention nude sex scenes between the couple it was about. She told Henry she didn't think she could go through with acting out a nude sex scene and that she wanted to give up and return to Kalamazoo. "I know you, honey. Being an actress was what you always wanted," he argued. "If you don't at least attend the audition, you'll always regret it." "Won't you be jealous?" Victoria asked, curious about his answer. "Of course I will," he laughed. "But I know it's not real, right? Isn't that what you're always reminding me of?" "Yes, baby." She assured him. "I don't know where I would be without you." She was willing to put aside her fears and give it a try. It was her dream, after all. "You are going to be a star, honey." Henry cheered her up. "I want to know all about it when I pick you up at the airport tomorrow, ok?" "Ok, baby. I love you." She softly spoke as she hung the phone. *** Following day, late night *** Henry was impatiently waiting for his wife at the airport's lounge. Her plane had to make an unscheduled connection which led to an inevitable four hour delay. He was glad when the digital board displaying her flight status finally changed from "delayed" to "now arriving". He promptly headed to the gate to meet Victoria; he missed her and was anxious to know how she performed at the audition. "Zack?" He was surprised when he saw another familiar face coming from the gate. "Hey, Henry!" Zack greeted Henry after he recognized him. "It's been a while, pal. Four years, at least?" Zack Houser was Henry's high school buddy. After graduation, he went to New York to study Cinema theory and photography. Zack was the one who introduced Henry to his hobby. "Feels like a lot more, my friend. You should have called me, do you need a ride?" Henry asked him. "Nah, I'm cool. I was planning on calling you. I'm staying for a while this time around; we have a lot of catching up to do!" Zack laughed. "The same old Zack!" Henry mocked him. "So where are you coming from?" "LA, I was on a small filming gig there." Zack answered. "Sounds nice! You probably came in my wife's flight." Henry concluded. "Oh, right, you are married now." Zack's tone was a bit more serious now. "I did not have the chance to meet your wife yet. Actually, I don't even remember her name, sorry." "You would have met her, if you attended our wedding, Zack" Henry reminded him, laughing. "I know, I am terribly sorry about that, man." Zack apologized. "But, I'll tell you what, as soon as I have a break on my new job, my girlfriend and I are taking you both to dinner. What do you say?" "That would be nice, Zack." Henry replied. "It's set, then. I am sorry, but I can't wait to meet your wife, Henry. I am very late already, my girlfriend will kill me." He laughed again. "No problem, Zack. We'll talk later." Henry shook his hand. Henry watched as Zack exited through the main sliding doors and took a cab. Couple of minutes later he saw his wife coming from the gate. "There you are!" Victoria hugged him tight. "Missed you, honey." Henry whispered in her ear. "I missed you too, baby." She smiled. "How was your flight?" Henry asked as he kissed Victoria on her pink lips. "A bit bumpy." Victoria kissed him back. "I just met with Zack! Can you believe you both took the same flight back?" He shared the coincidence. "Oh, too bad. You talk so much about him; I'd like to meet him." She looked a bit disappointed. "I will arrange that. Now tell me all about the trip." Henry told her as he grabbed her luggage and led her to their car. "It was a good experience, but I turned him down." Victoria stated. "Really?" Henry asked, incredulous. She seemed so excited; it's hard to believe that she rejected such an opportunity. "Yeah. I think he didn't appreciate me for my talent, if you know what I mean." She confirmed. "Did he do anything inappropriate?" He was clearly concerned. "Nothing to worry, baby. He did make some passes at me, but I turned him down. I told him our relation would be strictly professional." Victoria assured him. "Besides, he wasn't much of a threat, just an older, overweight and eccentric guy. People call him 'Big Joe', so you can probably imagine what he looks like." Victoria laughed. "Obviously, not something easy on the eyes!" It was his turn to laugh. "I am just gonna keep working on my career. I am sure I will have my big break soon." Victoria sounded confident. They entered the car and headed home. *** Two months later *** Henry couldn't believe what was happening, it was all so sudden. Victoria's face was in every billboard he came across, she starred several commercials and plays and was already confirmed for a full feature movie. His beautiful, but small town wife was now a local celebrity. He still didn't get used to the paparazzi and interview requests; it was still same old Kalamazoo after all. Their phone never stopped ringing. And her fame just kept growing and growing. Victoria, on the other hand, seemed to adapt just fine to her new condition. She did make clear that she owed everything she has achieved to his support and nothing would ever change the way she felt about him. Henry Archer had everything he could ever ask for: a beautiful, talented, caring wife, a new job as a senior associate at a growing architecture firm, and a nice house. He was living large and, although a bit overwhelmed, he was enjoying all the good things that happened during those past two months. "Honey? I'm home." Victoria announced. "How was the day of shooting, Vicky?" Henry rushed to hug her. "It was fun, but extremely tiresome. I'm all beat." Victoria kissed him. "It's Friday! Tomorrow you can sleep in." He smiled. "I shall hope so! But only if you are by my side." She winked at him. "By the way, your friend Zack left a message. He wanted to take us out to dinner tonight." "Maybe some other time, Vicky. I see you are tired and I am not really in the mood of going out tonight, anyway." Henry declined. "Don't be silly, honey. I know how much you want to catch up with your friend. You go ahead and have a guy's night. Just don't talk much about girls, ok?" Victoria laughed as she kissed him again and headed to their bedroom. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea. Zack still didn't know he was married to the newest celebrity in town and, as much as he hated to admit it, he did enjoy bragging about it. Not only that, of course, but now that his wife had contact with the filming industry, maybe she could introduce Zack to the right people. That was something he could do for him. So Henry called him and arranged a meeting at a bar close to his home. *** Forty five minutes later *** "Hey, Henry! Over here!" Zack waved as his friend entered the bar. "How is it going, Zack?" Henry shook his hand as he sat at the table. "Good, man. I'm glad you called, really needed to get wasted!" Zack offered him a beer and whooped. "Let's drink, then!" Henry made a toast. They drank and chatted for a couple of hours, bringing up memories almost faded, lost in time. They laughed at old stories and talked about their common interest in photography. "What do you think of that redhead goddess that is starring every ad nowadays?" The subject seemed to trigger something in Zack's mind. "About that..." Henry thought it was a good time to finally tell his friend about his wife. "I think her name is Victoria something... Isn't she from here?" Zack interrupted him. "Yeah, and..." Henry tried to resume his statement. "You won't believe what I gonna tell you about her!" Zack interrupted again. Henry was amused by Zack's commentary. He didn't know he was married to Victoria and was probably gonna tell him some tabloid crap that gets posted every now and then. Still, Henry decided to humor Zack and let him tell the surprising story. It would be fun to see his face when he learned she was his wife. "What about her?" Henry pretended he knew nothing about Victoria. "Do you know what that is?" Zack retrieved a pair of pink thongs from pocket of his shirt. Henry immediately recognized the item; it was similar, if not equal, to the panties Victoria used on her trip. A bizarre coincidence, no doubt about it. "Are you wearing those now, Zack? You should have picked a color to match your eyes." Henry mocked him. "Very funny, man. I am telling you, those are hers! I took it when I nailed her!" Zack took a deep breath at the crotch of the panties, inhaling the owner's womanly scent. "It... It can't be..." Henry refused to believe. "That is what everyone says, man. But I have proof!" Zack stated, full of himself. "What? How?" Henry asked Zack, incredulous. "How could he have proof of a lie?" He thought. "Ever heard of a guy called 'Fat Joe'?" Zack tried to prove his point. "Yeah. It's one of those big time, scum Hollywood agents. What does he have to do with anything?" Henry asked, confused. "Do you know why they call him 'Fat Joe'?" Zack continued. "Because he is way overweight, everyone knows that!" Henry replied, he was simply stating the obvious. "That too!" Zack laughed. "But mostly because he is reputed to have a very fat cock. And he is known to be quite the ladies man, despite his ugly looks." "Bullshit!" Henry shouted. "Remember that flight I came back from LA?" He started explaining. "What about it?" Henry clearly recalled. "It was supposed to be a non-stopping flight. I later learned that the air company made a connection just because he wanted to go on that specific plane!" Zack sounded like he admired the dishonest man. "The guy is very influential! He can manage to do pretty much anything he wants!" "So he was on that plane?" Henry's wife never told him that. "Yes, and that is only a part of it!" Zack seemed very excited, as if he was telling something quite revealing. "I am not sure I am following you." Henry was totally lost. "Let me tell you the story from the start." Zack began. "I was glad to return home after all that time away in LA. I had high hopes that the flight would be quick and painless. But my optimism was dashed a few minutes later. The captain told us through the speaker that they encountered a severe storm cell over Nevada that was affecting a number of flights going out of Los Angeles. He had been instructed to maintain a holding pattern which would delay the arrival by at least another 45 minutes. I'm sure you can appreciate the problem..." "Cut to the chase, Zack!" Henry yelled impatiently. "Ah, what the hell! Why don't you see it for yourself?" Zack finally gave in. "I had nothing else to do, so I started messing around with the pocket camera I had bought for my work." Zack retrieved a small liquid crystal display with an imbedded speaker and started playing back the video he had recorded. It showed the plane as it was ready to take-off. The sun was already down and it was dark. The lights, as they took to the sky, twinkled below them. Zack then focused the camera at Henry's wife; she was sitting at the front left row. The figure sited next to her was Fat Joe, no doubt about it. As the flight attendant walked by, she asked for a blanket. When the attendant came back and said they were out, Fat Joe offered to share his with her. She was chilled and figured it couldn't hurt. Reaching for a Dream Fat Joe moved over into the middle seat and tossed the blanket over both of them. In order to use it, Victoria had to cuddle up closer to him. He looked corpulent and his fat swayed as she rubbed up against him, settling her head on his shoulder. To make himself more comfortable, Fat Joe stretched his arm back around and over her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Lights in the plane were dim; the camera was almost in night vision mode. Victoria closed her eyes and tried to relax, ignoring the stranger she was suddenly so close to, and drifted off briefly. "This is where it starts getting interesting!" Zack told Henry. Fat Joe looked around and thought everyone else was sleeping; he didn't notice Zack filming the both of them. He pushed the blanket away, exposing the upper portion of her fit body, so he could better stare at her and his fingers slowly moved up and down her arm. His fingers would skim against the side of her breast every few strokes. Her breathing was slow and Henry couldn't tell if she was asleep or not. She had her eyes closed, and seemed to be savoring the feel of his fingers. After a minute or so, she shifted slightly. This caused Fat Joe's fingers to skim directly over her hardening nipple. Stifling a moan, she slowly pushed her breast up towards his fingers. Fat Joe must have known she was awake because his fingers spread and his hand was now stroking her breast. Her nipple was very hard. Placing his palm on the tip of her breast, Joe pressed and moved his hand in a circle. It was all she could do to keep from moaning out softly. "Do you like that? Does that feel good?" Fat Joe was whispering in her ear. She nodded and pressed her breast harder into his hand. So far, all the attention had been through her dress, the same one she was using earlier. Fat Joe's hand moved down her stomach slowly. She shivered, knowing where he was going. With a gentle tug, Fat Joe unbuttoned a few buttons, pushed his hand up under her dress and began the slow ascent up her bare stomach to her silk-clad breasts. His fingers again stroked against her nipple, this time through her thin pushup bra. When his fingers curved over the top of her cup and pulled it down, she opened her eyes as the tips of his fingers touched her bare breast. "So soft. Your tit feels so good, Vicky." She leaned her head harder against his shoulder as his thumb and forefinger squeezed her nipple. With a quick twist, he tugged and caressed her. It seemed like she was getting unbelievably wet. It took everything she had not to moan and scream out for him to touch her. Fat Joe's hand moved to her other breast where he pulled that cup down and turned his attentions to that hard nub. His fingers squeezed, twisted and stroked her breasts. He lifted his hand away from her briefly to bring his fingers to his mouth. Henry watched as he sucked on his fingers, making them wet. When his hand returned to her breasts, she arched up as his wet fingers circled over her nipple. The cool air in the plane made her nipples even harder than before. "I want to suck on those big tits of yours really bad. I bet you taste good." His whispered words were making her wetter. He slowly started to nibble at her ear. "You smell so good, baby," he told her softly, and slid both hands around to cup her breasts. Fat Joe was impressed with how firm her heavy breasts were. He slowly licked and sucked his way up and down her neck, enjoying his taste of Henry's wife. Victoria squeezed his arms and let out a small sigh as his warm wet tongue felt so good. He licked her ear lobe and continued onto her neck. He licked, sucked and kissed gently on her neck and up to her chin. As he made another trip to her chin, Fat Joe slowly started to kiss her, urging her lips to part and let his tongue inside. Victoria seemed so turned on by his seduction, she'd already forgotten where she was and why. She turned her head toward him as he slowly leaned in and lightly kissed her soft lips. They aggressively licked each other's tongue as blood surged to their loins. His hand reached under her skirt. She bit down on her lip again as his hand slid down inside her panties. His finger slipped against her wetness, making her stifle a moan. Fat Joe drew in a deep breath as the tip of his finger drifted up and down her creamy wet slit. "You're so fucking wet, Vicky." His finger slid inside her slowly. When he was in all the way to his hand, he curved his finger and rubbed her inner walls. Her body arched up. His other hand held her as his finger continued to squirm inside her. "That's it, Vicky. You're so tight. Wish it was my cock inside you instead of my fingers." She closed her eyes and grabbed his arm. She was trying to hold back her moans. Her hips were bouncing back and forth slowly, fucking his hand as his finger dove in and out of her. "Your pussy is tight around my finger, Vicky! Can't wait to get my cock up inside you, filling you up! You want my cock, don't you baby? You want ol' Fat Joe to take care of that tight little pussy, don't you?" Fat Joe whispered in her ear, keeping her hot and wet. "Gwad yeah, but I am married, Joe. I can't cheat on my husband." Victoria seemed uncomfortable talking about it. Fat Joe's finger was ramming into her faster and faster. Her legs were spread as far as she could get them under the blanket. Fat Joe's finger was drilling her, scooping deep inside her. Henry saw her muscles tighten. Her orgasm was near and she had to try and hold back the scream she wanted to let out. "Cum for me, Vicky! I can feel your pussy around my finger. Cum on my finger for me, do it! Now!" He ordered. That was all it took. Her body shook and an orgasm ripped through her, shaking her to the core. Fat Joe kept stroking her pussy and rubbing her clit. As her orgasm stopped, he kissed her temple and whispered in her ear that he loved watching her cum. One of his hands went to undo his fly as the first and second fingers of his other hand traced maddeningly down from her belly button, and then swiftly slid within her. Turning slightly in her seat, she laid her hand on his thigh. As her hand moved slowly up his thigh, his body braced. His fat muscles contracted, tightening beneath her palm. She felt her own anticipation rising as her hand neared his groin. "Why don't you do something for me, Vicky? I am sure I can turn you into a start." He promised. Under her hand, she could feel the stretching of his jeans. Finally, she cupped her hand over his groin and pressed down gently. Fat Joe moaned into her ear as her hand moved slowly up and down his bulge. He looked huge and hard, rock hard. With his help, she undid his jeans and slipped her hand down the front of his fly. When her hand met his hard cock, he shivered next to her. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she slowly stroked him. Pre-cum coated her fingers as they slid over the head of his cock. Fat Joe reached up and turned the overhead light off above them. Everyone around them was asleep. Her hand continued to stroke his meaty cock. Wrapping her hand around him again, it seemed to be very thick. Up and down she stroked him, twisting he hand slightly from left to right. Fat Joe whispered in her ear, "That feels so good, baby. Your hand is so soft against my hard cock." She squeezed tighter and made his cock jump. She looked curious to know how big he was. Sliding down a little in the seat, she moved to lay down, her head in his lap under the blanket. Fat Joe lifted the edge of the blanket so he could look down on her. His cock was huge, about 7 inches, but incredibly fat, almost 5 inches thick. Holding him in her hand, she slowly licked around the head of his cock. With cock in hand, she licked the head and then the underside. Slow, wet licks that let her taste him. When her tongue returned to the tip of his cock, she licked the pre-cum off before pushing her mouth down around him. Joe clutched her hair in his hand and pushed himself up. She sucked his cock slowly, using her teeth to graze against his skin. She sucked on only the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue around him. Her mouth closed around the head of his cock and pushed down, taking all him in. She slipped her mouth down as far as it would go, her nose pressed against his groin. She felt Fat Joe tremble as she held him deep throated in her mouth. When she couldn't breathe anymore, she slowly pulled up and off him. He reached down and brought her up out of his lap. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue pushing between her lips. "That was fucking amazing. I can't believe you took my fat cock all the way in." He kissed her again and her hand went down into his lap again. After a few more minutes of making out, she returned to slump down in his lap, taking his rigid cock back in her mouth. She sucked him harder and faster this time, trying to keep her sucking noises to a minimum. Fat Joe was pushing his hips up, meeting her mouth as she slid down his cock again and again, and sucking harder and faster. His hand was in her hair, holding on, pressing her mouth down over him. His cock was throbbing in her mouth. "Oh, Vicky! Here it cums! Ahhhh!" He held her head and jerked his hips hard, nearly choking the prick-sucking actress as she slurped noisily on his plump prick. Then the fat man's heavy load of hot, thick semen spewed up from his balls. His cum gushed onto the roof of Victoria's mouth, then spurted again and again across her tongue. "Ummmmpppffhhhh!" Victoria burbled, whimpering around Fat Joe's juice-shooting cock. Contentedly, she sucked and swallowed at the same time jacking feverishly on his erupting prick, trying to keep up with the spunk coming from his jerking cock-meat. Sucking faster, she twisted her hand around the base of his cock, jacking his cock as her mouth swallowed him. She felt him twitch and then her mouth was filling with his warm, boiling cum. She kept sucking him, swallowing as she took every last drop down her throat. Spurt after spurt of his hot spunk filled her mouth. She sucked him clean, holding him steady as she did. When she lifted her head from under the blanket, Fat Joe smiled at her and then lowered his mouth to hers. Gently, he laid her head against his shoulder again and told her to get some sleep. It wasn't difficult for her to drift off into a light doze, she seemed very relaxed. Twenty minutes later, the plane started to circle for landing. People were awake now. They casually chatted as the plane started its descent and eventually landed. Fat Joe and Victoria straightened their clothes and said goodbye to each other as he deboarded the plane. "See? That is how the redhead goddess from Kalamazoo got famous!" Zack laughed as he stopped the tape. Henry was shaking, clearly in denial. His head was spinning and he was heavily sweating. "Are you ok, Henry? You look you could use another beer!" Zack thought he was excited about what he had witnessed. He couldn't be further from the truth. "I need to go." That was Henry only reply. "Come on, man! I am about to show you the best part!" Zack wined. "What? There is more?" Henry asked, outraged. "Sure, how do you think I got her panties?" Zack continued. "I tried to ignore my attraction to the celebrity wannabe, but, eventually, I decided I wanted my cut on the deal. She was the image of my perfect woman. Tall and slim, but very voluptuous, and had long, reddish hair that seemed as natural as her pretty supermodel face. I was going to fuck her brains out if it was the last thing I did." Zack switched the memory card from the device with another one from his pocket. As he pressed play, Henry noticed that the plane was already in the air. The pocket camera was swaying as Zack slowly walked down the aisle towards Victoria. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here." He stated, as he sat next to her, his eyes locked onto her precious breasts, which filled out the front of her dress nicely. "Actually, I was trying to get some rest, sir. There are several empty rows; I think we would be both more comfortable if you moved to one of those, please." Victoria politely requested. "Were you comfortable when you had Fat Joe's cock down your throat?" Zack boldly asked. "That is not of your goddamn business, you creep!" Victoria angrily yelled. "I will make it everyone else's business, then!" Zack took the very same device from his pocket and started playing what he had recorded to her. "You don't understand, sir." Victoria's tone changed. "I have a husband! I just wanted a shot at showing how good I am!" She pleaded. "I am willing to give you that chance!" Zack assured her. "I do have a girlfriend, but I have to say she is no match to you. Hell, you are probably the hottest woman I've seen!" "Thank you, sir. I am sure she loves you dearly." Victoria replied to the bold compliment. "I am sure she does. Doesn't keep me from fucking you, though!" Zack harshly stated. "What? I am not gonna fuck you! I don't know you; I don't even know your name!" Victoria was infuriated. "It's up to you. You know how we have YouTube and the sorts, nowadays. You won't even need Fat Joe's help to become famous!" Zack laughed. "Let's say I... I fuck you. Will you give me the recording?" Victoria asked. "Of course!" He lied. Zack had no intention of getting rid of the recording. Even if he had, he was already making a brand new one. "I am sure we can work something out, sir." Victoria finally concluded. "Please follow me" She walked down the aisle to the restroom at the back of the plane and slid into the lavatory, dragging Zack in behind her. She only half-heartedly pushed the lock over, the gap on the door made it easy to see inside. As always the bathroom was small and very cramped. Airplane lavatories are made tiny on purpose, so you don't do what they intended. Victoria hiked her skirt up around her waist, shooting him a desperately glance as she placed her ass gingerly against the mini-sink and spread her legs. His eyes weren't on hers as she looked up, but between her legs as she showed him what he was hoping for. The sight of her panty covered, trimmed little pussy was too much for Zack. He rushed to unzip his pants and took his cock out. Victoria gasped, staring at his prick. His cock was enormous, every bit as thick as Fat Joe's but longer, about full nine inches. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. His long, throbbing prick was as hard as iron. The huge, rigid pole of flesh arching stiffly above his stomach like a rail-road spike, twitching and throbbing obscenely with his arousal. "Unbutton your dress!" Zack commanded. Victoria raised her hands slowly and unbuttoned her dress. Her trembling hands continued until the top portion of her dress was completely unbuttoned. Zack could clearly see her pink push-up bra. "Nice!" He commented as he squeezed both of her breasts. With that word, Victoria's bra was jerked down and pulled until her breasts were bare and the cups of the bra trapped underneath. Her breasts proudly stood on their own, without the aid of the cups of the bra resting underneath. She moaned as his mouth came down over her left nipple. His warm mouth and sharp teeth nibbled on her nipple. His other hand roughly grabbed her right breasts, squeezing and kneading it. She moaned. As his mouth devoured her nipple, his hands moved down and grabbed her ass. "Take off your panties," Zack ordered without giving any relief to Victoria's nipples. Victoria pulled the hem of her skirt higher above her ass and hooked her thumbs in the sides of the thongs. She slowly pushed the thong down over her ass, but could not go any further. Zack was content to leave Victoria's thongs bunched just below her ass cheeks while he turned his attentions to her right nipple. She looked down and her left one was swollen and a deep red. But, Victoria noted, it was also engorged and erect from the sucking. "Oh, ow," Victoria murmured reacting to his mouth. Finally, he released her nipple, but Victoria knew it was not over. Zack undid the laces of her panties and pushed them down around her ankles. Without waiting a second more, he dropped to his knees in front of her and buried his face between her legs. His tongue pushed between her lips, licking her. Zack lifted one of her legs and held it up, opening her wider. Victoria looked down and watched his head disappear between her legs again. Suddenly, he turned so his back was to her. He ducked his head back down under her and she moaned when she felt his tongue plunge deep inside her pussy. He was eating her with abandon. His tongue, his lips, his mouth, all over her pussy. The horny wife started humping her ass, forgetting everything except her own wild passion, fucking her wet pussy all over the stranger's face. She felt another orgasm reaching down inside her. She braced her hands on the door and cried out as her body shook. Cum literally gushed from her pussy into Zack's mouth. He swallowed it down and kept sucking on her clit. Another small orgasm shook her. Zack stood on his feet, his face wet and red. Turning her around, he braced her hands on the door and pulled her ass out. He almost hurt her as he roughly spread her creamy thighs wide apart, exposing her throbbing, dripping cunt to his lustful gaze. She heard his jeans falling to the floor and then felt the tip of his cock against her pussy. He rubbed the tip just over her cunt, getting the head wet with her juices. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard! I'm going to bury my cock deep in your pussy and fuck you senseless." He leaned into her and whispered in her ear. As he said it, he slid his cock inside her and pushed hard. She moaned and braced herself harder against the door. His hands grabbed her hips and held her as he plunged his cock in. His huge prick pierced her pussy, spreading Victoria's cunt-lips wide around the invading thickness of his cock-meat. Victoria closed her eyes tightly and tried to support her body as Zack started ramming his large cock in and out of her cunt. She gasped as he increased the speed of his pounding. His immense cock was stretching her; she felt an intense pressure and tried to stand on her tiptoes to endure the feeling. The wife shuddered and started humping immediately, panting and moaning as she pistoned her wet pussy onto the stiffness of the stranger fucking her. Zack slid his massive prick in deeper and deeper, until it was half way up Victoria's tight, gooey-wet fuck-tunnel. "That's it, you little slut! Don't you want to be famous? Take this cock! You want this cock fucking you, don't you? You want me to make you cum on this cock, don't you?" Zack taunted her. He wasn't wrong. She had to have his cock. She pushed back, pressing herself harder against him. His hands came round and played with her breasts as he fucked her faster and faster. Lifting her leg up, he stretched her wide, turning her slightly for a better angle. His cock was thrusting up inside her over and over again. Another orgasm rocked her, the muscles in her pussy tightened around his cock and he grunted. "Oh yeah! That's it. Take this cock. Cum on this cock." "Oh, my gawd!" Victoria moaned, delirious with fuck-lust. "Yes, you bastard, fuck my pussy now! Oh, please, I'm so horny! Fuck my cunt, sir! Fuck my juicy cunt!" "I'm really gonna fuck you now, slut! I'm gonna fuck you good and hard!" He announced. Zack hunched his slim muscular hips forwards, making his huge fuck-pole slam all the way into the redhead wife's pussy. Her hot, wet cunt was incredibly tight, Zack could see and mostly feel her cunt-walls sucking and spasming around his cock, welcoming his huge fuck-rod into her pussy as he hoped she would. Zack sprawled her flat, crushing her enormous tits against the wall, her ankles still spread wide apart. He savagely started drilling her wet, trimmed pussy, banging her ass as he pounded his rock-hard prick in and out of her receptive little cunt. Reaching for a Dream "Harder, harder, harder!" Victoria cried, grimacing, twisting her head wildly from side to side. "Fuck me, sir! Fuck me! Make me cum! Oh, fuck! Oh, please, make me cum all over your big, fucking prick!" Relentlessly, Zack fucked the redhead as hard and as deep as he could. He was oblivious to her own pleasure, thinking only of the painful stiffness of his hard cock as it slammed in and out of the wife's clinging, pouty-lipped cunt. Zack's long, thick prick was pleasuring Victoria every time he stroked it to the hilt in her pussy. His fuck-rod was getting stiffer and stiffer, and Victoria's cunt looked wetter and wetter. Victoria put her hands flat on the wall to keep from being smashed into it. She wiggled her ass, and then spread her legs as widely as she could, completely opening her tight fuck-hole for the skewering thrust of the stranger's big prick. Zack moved swiftly into a better position between her legs, nudging his bloated cock-head into her, little, gooey fuck-hole. Victoria shuddered with pleasure as she felt his hard cock plow into her pussy. Zack's stamina was incredible; he'd been fucking her for over 45 minutes now. "Oh, sir, your cock feels so huge!" She moaned. The fuck-crazed redhead started humping fast and hard, banging her ass against him, pumping her hot, clinging twat onto Zack's prick. "Unh! Unh! Uhhh, oh, gawd! What a fuck! I love your big cock, sir! Come on, fuck me really hard now! Ungghhh! Unh! Uhhhffff, fuck my slut pussy! Ram that huge cock into my horny cunt!" Zack fucked his enormous prick relentlessly into her pussy, until his cock was buried to the balls in her sucking, creamy cunt. Then, Henry's hung friend started fucking her fast and hard, just like she'd asked, reaming out her hot, wet cunthole with long, driving strokes of his blood-engorged prick. "Harder!" Victoria cried, humping tirelessly to meet his strokes, gasping every time his enormous prick sawed all the way up her cunt. "Oh, sir, I love your big cock! Love your big, fucking cock! Harder, now, lover, fuck my juicy pussy! Oh, yes! " Zack never missed a beat. He just rammed his hard, glistening cock back into her cunt again, and fucked her pussy from behind even faster than ever, his giant fuck-tool stabbing even deeper up the redhead wife's, juice-filled twat. "Keep fucking that big, fat prick into my juicy cunt!" She yelled. She dropped her shoulders low and spread her legs wide. His massive fuck-rod looked bigger and bigger up her pussy, stretching her trimmed cunt-slit to bursting. Victoria grimaced as she felt herself beginning to cum. "Fuck me, sir!" Victoria whipped up her ass up in a frenzy of desire, fucking the hung stranger as hard as she could. "Fuck me like a slut! Fuck my cunt! Ungghhhhh! I'm cumming! I love your big, fucking prick! Oh, gawd! Oh, fuck! I love it! I'm fucking cumming!" Her orgasm shot through her body like a wave of heat surging up from her cunt and through her brain. Victoria saw stars as he continued the pounding of her pussy and pulling her tits. She started rocking her hips backward to meet his dick as she continued to cum over and over again. "Here it cums, slut! Fuck, I'm cumming!" He yelled. "Pull out, sir! I am not protected and my husband is gonna fuck me tonight!" Victoria pleaded. Her pussy was spasming and spewing cunt-juice all over his hammering cock. Zack's cock started shooting off in mid-stroke, pumping his load of jism deep into the wife's ravished pussy. Victoria gasped as she felt the stranger's hot spunk squirt deep up into her pussy, soothing the wet, horny walls of her fuck-tunnel with a soothing tide of sperm. His cum blasted up her cunt in a torrent of jism, soothing the velvet walls of her cunt with a frothing load of cum. Wantonly, Victoria flexed her pussy muscles around Zack's spunk-squirting cock, helping him spurt out every drop of jism. "Oh, sir, that was so good!" she moaned. "You're such a good fucker! Such a good, good fucker!" Victoria looked like a mess: her makeup was streaked from the excitement; her hair at some point had fallen out of its bun; her skirt was still punched up around her waist. She could see her swollen cunt lips and feel the large globs of fluid rolling down the insides of her thighs. She saw drops of cum on the floor; her entire chest was beet red. She drew in a deep breath as she adjusted her bra gingerly over her tender breasts. Victoria looked around for her thongs, but they were nowhere to be found. Zack gave her a memory card and left the lavatory, never saying a word to her. That's when the recording ended. "I just gave her a busted memory card and left!" Zack laughed. "She probably thought it got broken as I fucked her, the stupid bitch!" Henry felt sick, his throat was closing, and he was taking quick shallow breaths. "Hey, man! Here, drink this!" Zack grabbed a glass of water from the passing waiter's platter and handed to Henry. Henry swallowed the water all at once, as if trying to drown. "Easy, Henry! Guess that story got your mind wandering, huh? But enough talking about those cheap whores, man! Let's talk about something serious for a change." Zack changed the subject. "When am I going to meet that lovely wife of yours?" Henry couldn't help but choke. *** Story based on the events reported by a female reader. Constructive feedback always appreciated, thanks for reading.