An Unforgettable Flight

Gabriella smiled brightly as she was ready for her first parentless airplane ride. It took 18 years, but she was free. The only downside was that her high school boyfriend and soon-to-be lover for life, Max, got cheap on her with the tickets and decided it wasn't important that they were next to each other. Something she was annoyed about the entire time at the airport, no matter how many times the other recent graduate assured her that he was sorry and had them together for the return flight a week from now.

The girl sighed, taking out a tiny mirror from her bag to finish getting herself together. Her distinct bright green eyes, red hair, and freckles were something she always cherished. Applying one more layer of pink lipstick and straightening her hair lightly with her hand, she was ready to get on the line to leave.

Once she made her way onto the plane, one arm was busy putting her carry-on in the compartment above her as the other held her phone to her ear.

"Yes. Of course, I bought it. I know, Mom. Don't worry. Alright. I'll call you when I get off. I will. Thank you. Bye."

Her eyes rolled, as she slid into her chair towards the window towards the back. Her boyfriend waved at her much further in the front, but Gabby turned her head with a sigh. She looked out the window, waiting to leave the ground. "At least the graduation trip will get better once I land.." she thought to herself, preparing to sleep by blinking her done-up eyelashes frequently.

"Well fuck me..." She heard someone say before a large frame sat down next to her in the twin row. Just one motion filled her lungs with a strong, sexual stench mixed with unwashed sweat. The redhead strongly considered turning around to see what was going on, but ultimately kept her face turned away. That was when the sound of sniffing her could be heard from behind her. Something she didn't think about until she felt a nose against her freshly shampooed hair deeply. Her heart raced until the girl finally turned herself around with her pupils wider.

The man was looking into his bag, looking for a book to take out. He appeared to be much more gross than she could imagine. He must've been triple her weight, although that said more about her being frail and "bite-sized," as her boyfriend liked to call her. His shirt was covered in sweat with a few moth-bitten holes in it, while his ripped-up jeans had a few good stains on them. Gabby wished she hadn't looked at his jeans as then she could see the huge hard-on she had between his legs. It made her sick to think about it. Yet she couldn't look away. Not when his heavy pheromones guided her curiosity toward his crotch.

"Um..can I help you?" He asks with a glare. His black hair and seemingly yellow eyes made him impossible to forget. Even when it belonged to someone with a double chin.

"O-Oh...um...no.... sorry.." She says with a smile on her face.

He turned his body in the opposite direction, quietly speaking to himself. "Airsluts are real after all. I guess I owe Steven now..."

Just that one comment from the poor attempt to murmur had her also look away and back to the window, breathing heavily. He was just an asshole. Yeah, she wore a black choker and a croc top with some rather shapely jeans, but only because her boyfriend wanted her in them. Her mind kept racing the longer he remained there. Gabby didn't notice until the plane began to move that the man was putting a hand on her crotch. Even when she did, the ginger took some time to think of her response.

"U-Um..excuse me..." She asks shyly blushing.

"What?" He asks in annoyance when turning around and moving his hand from on top of her. His tired face froze to listen to the girl a generation and a half younger than him.

"Um..nothing...my bad..."

He balled up one of his hands into a fist as he took his time to check her out. "No. Go on and tell me. What is it?"

"Your hand was on my...you know..." She says sheepishly.

"It wasn't." He answered back immediately ending the conversation with rotating his head straight and going back to reading a book.

Gabby kept looking at him. His potbelly, body, and bulge hair were more apparent the longer she stared. Her mouth remained open to say something.

"What?" He asks after some time.

"I-I didn't say anything.."

"You're not serious. What do you want? Don't bullshit me."

"....I...."

"I what? If you're going to hit on me, just do it."

"!!!!!" Gabby's heart skipped a beat at the comment.

"You're not good at this."

"I-I have a boyfriend..." she slipped out.

"Obvious you don't care about him."

"I-I am not...trying to hit on you.."

The hefty slob finally gave her attention by tossing to the side and staring once again. "Say that to me with a straight face and no hiccups."

Gabby took a deep breath and took a second close her eyelids to concentrate.

"I am not hitting on-" his large hands snatched her auburn strands to pull her in for a kiss full on the lips. Gabby tried and quickly failed to pull away as he only took more of her thin, smaller lips into his larger ones. The disgusting older fuck was a lot of things, but a bad kisser wasn't one of them.

Finally pulling away, her cheeks remained bright red, too afraid to say anything.

"Now try again. No pauses this time."

"W-Why are you doing this?" She asks the stranger, knowing she needs to stand up for herself or get a flight attendant to help her.

"Why were you looking at my cock?"

"Ugh..just forget it...D-Don't kiss me without my permission again..." She says feeling deeply embarrassed.

"You could have stopped me."

"I-I...I....I tried.."

"Right. Just like you tried to say you weren't hitting on me and tried not to look at my cock. Got it." He says, refusing to turn even if Gabby wishes he did.

"Shut up."

"I'll try to."

Gabby tried adjusting herself to enjoy the clouds, but a stronger, calloused hand grabbed her wrist and brought her palm to his crotch. The girl felt that huge, throbbing bulge for herself for some time, only turning back around later to see him grinning.

"What are you doing..?" She asks softly.

"..."

"Y-You may talk.."

"Seeing how you react to feeling a stranger's shaft." He says. Her's hand yanked away at the moment.

"Do I need to call over an attendant or my boyfriend?"

"Mm, let's go with your boyfriend. Maybe he should see what a slut you are." He says in his usual calm tone.

Gabriella was hesitant to take out her phone, feeling like she was walking into some kind of trap. She reached down into her purse for no more than five seconds only for her to look back and see his huge, veiny shaft out of his pants. It throbbed so openly and made his already powerful smell impossible to escape. Her eyes looked at it for some time, memorizing every vein she could see on the sweat-coated girth. She was able to escape looking for some time to unlock her phone. At that moment, he grabbed her hair again and brought her down to push the rod into her mouth, having her bob her head right in public.

Gabriella knew he didn't deserve a moment like this, yet he still was free to press her down further and have the mushroom tip push back her throat to gag on some. So far, only one other passenger seemed to be looking, as the others either seemed uninterested, weren't looking, or were asleep.

There were few more embarrassing moments in her life than this moment. A second hand came out and took her unlocked phone to snap several pictures of her like this. Finding the nickname "Tyler-Future Husband/4ever Bae" wasn't difficult. The bully sent them all to him including one of them where she was looking up.

Bringing her face down balls deep, he grunted in need with his eyelids flickering heavily. Only then did he let go of her hair. Gabby rose back up, struggling to look at the man directly into his eyes afterward. Her tongue still had his potent taste in his mouth, and at this point, his musk was more normal than oxygen.

"I-I need a moment..can you please.." she says meekly.

"Oh, sure." He tells Gabby, at the same time pulling his wider legs back to allow his slut to stand up, move to pass the man and his lipstick-stained dick, to walk down the the rest of the aisle with her facial makeup slightly ruined and to make her way toward the restroom. She bit her lip looking at all of the judging stares on the way.

Rushing inside, she looked at the state of herself. Her makeup smeared some, but her body looked normal even if she felt troubled. Her mind raced to think of what she was going to say to her boyfriend, that fucker had her phone and full control over the narrative until they landed. Maybe a heartfelt sorry would go a long way as there was no way she could pretend like those pictures were fake. Especially when her breath smelled slightly like the filthy cock she sucked on.

Gabby continued looking at herself, searching for an answer, until they heard the door opening. The redhead knew she forgot to lock the door. "S-Someone's in here!" She says with her face turning red.

"I know." A familiar voice answered back barging inside with her. His large, sloppy body struggled to fit both of them inside the tiny restroom, but once in, he slammed the door shut and locked it. "Our time alone is over." He says quickly, turning the slim, petite redhead back towards the mirror and pulling down her jeans.

"H-Hey stop..someone is going to hear us...or might need to use the restroom....MPH!!!!!" she tries to explain to the man, but once her panties were brought down, her mouth was covered as she felt a familiar throbbing shaft slamming inside of her defenseless cunt. The initial thrust inside of her body stretched her tight pussy walls wide. That feeling was when it became clear that her relationship with Max was finished. She could see the look on her face as that oversized fuckpole defiled her more precious spot. Her eyebrows tightened, and her eyelids flickered on their own.

He didn't waste any time to slamfuck the sense out of his prey, going as hard as he liked into the soaked cunt. Gabby screamed in heavy moans out, but all of it was muffled by his hand. His vile musk took over her restroom and kept the redhead in a trance-like state. Her eyelids lowered halfway when looking in front, watching her brains getting fucked out from thanks to the pervert behind her thrusting in constantly. The pound session was loud and fast but it seemed like the opposite as everything slowed down. It felt like she was on some sort of drug that kept everything hazy. The only time the world sped up again was when she felt herself climaxing on his shaft every so often. It wasn't much longer before her bright green pupils crossed. Something that never happened on its own before. His cock pressed in hard again the cervix wall until it finally caved in and let the bastard's fuckpole enter inside the womb.

He let go of her mouth only because of incoherent, weak moans of pleasure left at this point. The rhythmic clapping noise rang in her ears, becoming its another addiction that she likely would never break free from either. The man held himself inside balls deep causing Gabby to claw at the sink and tighten up herself, milking at the shaft. Finally, he unloaded countless hot and fresh strings directly inside her cunt. The sticky ropes took over, overwhelming the girl leaving her to consider if she just became a mother at 18, not even a month after graduating high school. Giving one last thrust, he ensured he got everything inside his prize before slipping out and spanking her ass.

"Thank you, Sir.." she says, remembering his name was still unknown.

"No, thank you, Honey." With a smile on his face, he helped to slip her clothing back on even if his nut was still leaking out her cunt. Putting his pants back on, he exhaled in satisfaction before helping Gabby out of the restroom and back to her seat.

For nearly the rest of the ride, the girl spent it face down between the legs of her new partner, making sure his tasty cock was nice and polished.

The plane landed after some time, waking up Gabby who still had his cock in her mouth. Embarrassed at herself, she pulled away and stood up with her fucker to leave.

Waiting for her outside the gate was her ex-boyfriend who was tight-lipped and sweating waiting.

Max watched as she walked out with his bastard holding her tight.

"Enjoy your vacation, kid. We'll be busy." That potbelly pig told her boyfriend, handing him 150 in cash and walking away. Max turned red, but he couldn't say anything or muster up the will to run after his girl. Perhaps things were better this way.