VELVET DESIRES: An Erotic Anthology

MY SISTER'S HUSBAND #2

I tried to compose myself as best as I could, quickly cleaning the toy and folding it in my palm before stepping out of the bathroom on shaky legs. My thighs were still slick, my p***y throbbing from the intense orgasm. I scanned the cabin nervously, searching for the man in the tailored suit, but he was nowhere to be seen.

It was like he had vanished like I’d just been devoured by a ghost.

When I finally reached my seat, I froze. The elderly woman was still fast asleep but on my seat lay the small black remote I'd been searching for earlier.

How the hell did it get there?

My face burned with humiliation as I sank into my seat, the rest of the flight passed in a haze no matter how hard I tried to focus on anything else, my mind kept replaying what happened in that cramped bathroom his strong hands, his wicked tongue, the way he made me come so hard I nearly screamed.

By the time the plane landed, I was still wet.

I checked into a hotel near the venue, planning to surprise my sister at her wedding tomorrow. But even as I showered and tried to rest, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The arrogant jerk in the tailored suit, the way he had owned my body without saying a single word.

I tried doing a couple of things to get my mind off him squats, reading, playing mobile games but none was able to numb between my legs.

How can I be this restless over a man I don't know?

You know what, I actually blame myself for letting him into the stall in the first place.

Those thoughts are what accompanied me till I was enveloped by sleep.

In the dream, I was back in that cramped airplane bathroom.

“Mmmm… yes, right there,” I moaned shamelessly as his hot, wet tongue dragged slowly from my dripping entrance all the way up to my swollen c**t.

My back was against the sink, dress rucked up around my waist, legs spread wide for him.

He groaned against my p***y like he was starving, his strong hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading me open as he buried his face deeper. His tongue circled my c**t with precision before sucking it hard into his mouth. I threw my head back, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure.

Suddenly, he thrust two thick fingers deep inside my aching cunt, curling them perfectly against my G-spot while his tongue continued its ruthless assault. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of my soaked p***y filled the tiny stall.

He finger-f****d me faster and harder, his tongue flicking rapidly over my c**t. My juices coated his chin and dripped down my thighs, I grabbed fistfuls of his hair, grinding desperately against his face as the pressure built unbearably in my core.

My toes curled, eyes rolled back, my walls clenched violently around his fingers.

“Oh f**k… I’m gonna c*m__”

The orgasm hit me like a train. My entire body convulsed as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through me. My p***y gushed around his fingers, thighs shaking uncontrollably as I rode his face and hand through every pulsing spasm. I couldn’t hold back the loud moan that tore from my throat.

Suddenly I was bent over the sink, trembling from the powerful orgasm he’d just forced out of me.

But he wasn’t done.

He rose behind me and I heard the sound of his belt and zipper, then felt the thick, heavy head of his c**k nudge against my soaked entrance.

He rubbed it up and down my dripping folds, coating himself in my wetness, teasing my sensitive c**t until I was whimpering before slipping in.

With one long stroke he buried his thick c**k to the hilt inside my pulsing cunt. I gasped sharply at the stretch he was so big, filling me completely, pressing against every sensitive spot. My walls clenched around him as he groaned deeply.

“f**k… ,” he growled against my ear.

Then he started f*****g me harder and deeper that made my t**s bounced and my palms slide against the sink as I tried to grasp it. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoed loudly in the tiny stall.

Every thrust pushed me forward, my hard n*****s brushing against the cold sink, my juices coated his shaft and dripped down my thighs with every wet plunge. He reached around and rubbed my swollen c**t in fast circles while his c**k dragged against that perfect spot inside me.

I watched in the mirror as he railed me his strong hand gripping my hip, the other tangled in my hair, pulling my head back so I had to watch myself getting f****d. My face was flushed, mouth open, eyes glassy with pleasure.

He pounded into me faster, harder, his balls slapping against my c**t. The pressure built again, even stronger than before.

“f**k…. I’m gonna…..” I cried out.

He slammed into me deeper against my G-spot as my p***y spasmed violently around his c**k. A gush of wetness flooded out of me as I came hard, shaking uncontrollably, moaning loud enough for the entire plane to hear. But I couldn't care less.

A sharp ringing sound suddenly cut through the stall. My eyes snapped open and I was back in the hotel room, drenched in sweat, my chest heaving. My thighs were slick and my p***y still throbbing from the intense dream orgasm as I tried to catch my breath.

The ringing continued and I turned to the side, it was my phone.

“s**t!”

I had missed the first alarm by over an hour, I was going to be late for my sister’s wedding.

When I finally arrived at the venue, the ceremony had just ended.

Well that's just great.

The moment my sister spotted me she

squealed with joy and ran towards me still in her wedding dress before pulling me into a tight hug.

“You made it!” she cried, “Why didn't you tell me you were coming?”

“I was supposed to surprise you but I missed my alarm.” We laughed as we held each other, the comfort of her embrace calming my nerves a little.

“Ohh, I'd like you to meet my husband!” she said excitedly, grabbing my hand and dragging me through the crowd. “You’re going to love him.”

My stomach dropped the moment I saw him.

Standing there in a sharp black tuxedo, looking devastatingly handsome, was the man from the plane. The same arrogant stranger who had eaten me out in the bathroom, the e same man who had f****d me senseless in my dream just minutes ago.

His eyes locked onto mine, then a dark smirk curved his lips as recognition flashed across his face.

“Babe, this is my little sister I told you about!” she said proudly. “This is my husband…Aaron.”

He extended his hand toward me with that smirk still playing on his lips.

“Nice to finally meet you,” he said smoothly, “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”