Victoria Beckham

It was the early 2000s. You were in Liverpool with some buddies to celebrate a friend's 19th birthday. First you wanted to see Liverpool FC beat their arch rivals Manchester United, and then you wanted to drink and party. Unfortunately, it didn't go so well: David Beckham, the superstar of England and Manchester United, had a great day and virtually single-handedly finished Liverpool off. Your mood was correspondingly bad when it came to the party mile, and then later you ran into her: Victoria Beckham a.k.a. Posh Spice from the Spice Girls, David's wife and at the time an even bigger world star than himself. God, she was so hot. Straight dyed blonde hair back then, about 5'4" tall, super thin with skinny legs, an insane wasp waist and 32DD silicone boobs. You and your buddies were drinking at night and talking about how awesome it would be to fuck her, to take out your frustrations about losing to her husband's team on her. But unfortunately, of course, that was just a fantasy that never came true....

Never? Almost 20 years have passed and now everything has changed. You have changed and now you have the possibility to change reality and the past and make the old fantasy come true.

You're back to that night in the early 2000s. Liverpool lost. You briefly considered turning the game into a win, but decided against it. After all, part of your fantasy is working off the frustration of losing by fucking Victoria Beckham as hard as possible. So you're out with your mates after the defeat. You're partying and drinking. And then she shows up, just like you remember: Victoria is wearing an ultra-short, grey-checkered miniskirt, a pair of hot leather ankle boots and a tight black top with spaghetti straps and a mega cleavage that is almost bursting with her ample DD breasts.

"Wow she's hot", Jeff comments on her appearance, even though she's gone again shortly afterwards.

"Oh man, I get a boner just looking at her," Mike agrees.

"I can't believe that lucky bastard David Beckham can screw such a hot piece of meat," Marc complains.

"Actually, we should nail her to get **** on him," grumbles Greg.

Originally you joined in this fantasising, but this time you just shut up and grin as everything unfolds as you already know it. Your buddies are dirtytalking about Victoria's ass, legs and breasts. You enjoy the memory for a moment, then rise: "Well, let's go. Let's get her..."

Your pals look at you in utter confusion, thinking you are joking, but your determined look speaks volumes. "What are you going to do?" they want to know.

"Well, what do you think. We're going to grab her and take her violently. Come on..." With that, you leave them and follow Victoria. Your companions exchange quick glances, then jump up and follow you.

A few minutes later, the five of you exit the lift on the top floor of a luxury hotel. No security guard has stopped you or even questioned you about what you are doing. You reach Victoria's hotel room unhindered.

"How did you get them to let us through?" Marc wants to know.

"And how do you know where she is?" asks Greg.

"Does it matter?" You just shrug. How are you be able to explain your chums, what's happening here. But in a few minutes they won't be asking any questions anyway.

You knock on the door and a moment Victoria opens it. There she stands in front of you: Still in the hot outfit, she looks at you and gives you a magnificent view into her open-hearted DD cleavage.