Taken by the Couple MFM Bisexual Awakening Erotica #2
Sheila walked just a step ahead, deliberately swaying her hips, her round, tight ass stretching the navy silk of her dress to its absolute limits, giving Timothy a perfect view of the mature prize waiting for him upstairs.
Inside the cramped elevator, the tension reached an absolute boiling point.
Nobody spoke. Timothy stood pinned between them, his eyes wide as Ron locked arms with Sheila, his large hand sliding down to heavily squeeze his wife’s bare thigh right in front of the young man.
Sheila let out a soft, ragged sigh, her eyes locked onto Timothy’s bulging jeans, watching the heavy outline of his youthful shaft twitch with every floor they passed.
The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open to the quiet, carpeted hallway of the twelfth floor. Ron led the way, his grip tight on Timothy’s shoulder as they walked toward suite 1204, ready to unleash the roughest, nastiest night of their lives.
The heavy mahogany door of suite 1204 clicked shut, and the automatic deadbolt engaged with a loud, final snap.
The sound echoed through the luxurious, dimly lit room, signaling to Timothy that there was no turning back.
The suite was expansive, featuring a large velvet sofa, a fully stocked wet bar, and a massive king sized bed visible through an open archway, covered in crisp white sheets.
Timothy stood just inside the entryway, his hands shoved awkwardly into his pockets, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The shy college student was entirely out of his depth.
Ron didn't waste a single moment. He shrugged off his heavy charcoal suit jacket, tossing it carelessly onto a nearby chair, revealing the broad, muscular contours of his chest stretching the fabric of his white dress shirt.
He turned to face Timothy, his rugged face set in a dominant, knowing smirk.
"Take off your shoes, Tim. Make yourself comfortable," Ron commanded, his deep voice carrying that same unyielding authority from the bar.
Sheila stepped past her husband, her hips swaying deliberately beneath the tight green silk of her dress.
Her dark eyes were bright with a predatory, horny hunger.
She walked straight up to Timothy, stopping so close that her full breasts brushed against his grey tshirt.
The intoxicating scent of her perfume mixed with the clean, masculine scent of the room.
"You look so tense, sweetie," Sheila whispered, her voice a low, liquid purr. She reached up, her soft hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders. "Don't be scared. We're going to take very good care of you tonight."
"I'm... I'm not scared," Timothy lied, his voice cracking slightly. He was staring down into her stunning, mature face, his eyes tracking the deep, heavy swell of her cleavage. He was so horny it felt like a physical ache, his young, rigid cock pulsing violently inside his denim jeans.
"Good," Ron rumbled from behind him.
Suddenly, Ron’s large hands came down on Timothy’s shoulders from behind, roughly turning him around to face the bed.
With an aggressive, practiced movement, Ron reached around Timothy’s waist and gripped the hem of his grey tshirt, pulling it up and over his head in one smooth motion.
Timothy gasped softly as the cool air of the room hit his bare skin, exposing his lean, athletic torso, toned abs, and smooth, youthful chest.
Sheila let out a soft, appreciative hiss, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip. "Oh, Ron, look at him. He's absolutely perfect."
"He is," Ron muttered, his dark eyes scanning Timothy’s lean frame with a cold, possessive intensity.
Before Timothy could even process his shirt being gone, Sheila reached for the zipper of her own silk dress.
With a sharp slide, the silk split open, and she stepped out of it, letting the expensive fabric pool around her high heels.
She stood before him in nothing but a sheer, black lace bra and a matching thong that did absolutely nothing to hide the heavy, voluptuous curves of her mature body.
Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples pressed hard against the lace, and her wide hips sloped down into full, soft thighs.
Timothy’s jaw literally dropped. He had never seen a mature woman look so unbelievably thick and sexy. He could see a glistening, damp patch right at the center of her lace thong; her mature pussy was already soaking wet just from the anticipation of breaking him in.
"Come here, Timothy," Sheila commanded softly, her shy demeanor completely gone as she stepped into his personal space.
She grabbed his hands, pulling them out of his pockets and placing them directly onto her narrow waist, forcing his fingers to sink into her soft, warm flesh.
Timothy’s hands shook, but as he felt the heavy heat of her body, something shifted inside him.
The sheer, overwhelming horniness of the situation began to override his shyness.
He gripped her hips tighter, his thumbs tracing the curve of her waist.
Ron stepped up behind his wife, his large hands sliding over her bare shoulders, his knuckles white against her skin. He leaned down, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent before looking back at Timothy.
"Unzip him, Sheila," Ron growled, his jaw clenching as his own hard cock throbbed inside his trousers, thick and impatient. "Let's see what the is packing."
Sheila dropped to her knees right in front of Timothy.
Her full breasts pressed against his bare thighs as she reached for his belt buckle.
With practiced, confident fingers, she unhooked his belt, popped the button of his jeans, and slowly dragged the zipper down.
The sharp metallic slide made Timothy’s stomach drop in pure excitement.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and his boxer briefs, pulling them down together, forcing him to step out of his clothes until he was completely naked in the center of the room.
Timothy’s 21 year old cock sprang free with a heavy bounce. It was completely rock hard, fully engorged, and pulsing violently, pointing straight up toward his chest. It was a handsome, youthful shaft, thick and heavy, the head already glistening with a clear, thick bead of pre cum.
Sheila let out a low, dirty laugh, her eyes widening as she stared at his rigid member. "Oh my god, look at his cock, Ron. It's so beautiful and hard."
She didn't hesitate. She wrapped her manicured fingers around the base of his youthful shaft, her palm instantly slicked by his pre cum. She began to stroke him, a fast, tight rhythm that made Timothy’s head tilt back, a quiet groan escaping his lips as his toes curled against the carpet.
"You like that, don't you, Tim?" Ron whispered, stepping closer, his imposing, broad frame towering over the naked young man.
He reached out, his calloused hand firmly gripping Timothy’s jaw, forcing the to look straight into his dark, dominant eyes.
"This is just the beginning. We're going to use you tonight. Every single bit of you."
Timothy stared into Ron's eyes, completely captivated by the rugged man's intense authority.
For the first time, his gaze didn't just linger on Sheila; his eyes tracked down the front of Ron's white dress shirt, staring intently at the heavy, massive bulge straining against the zipper of Ron's trousers.
A strange, thrilling new heat bloomed deep in Timothy's stomach as he stared at the husband's groin, his heart racing faster than ever.
Sheila noticed the sudden shift in the young man's gaze. She looked up from where she was stroking his hard cock, a brilliant, knowing smile spreading across her lips as she realized the innocent college kid was starting to get curious about her husband.
"Get on the bed, Timothy," Ron ordered, his deep voice leaving no room for hesitation. He released his grip on the young man's jaw and gave him a firm, directive shove toward the massive mattress.
Timothy stumbled back slightly, his completely naked, athletic body trembling with a potent mix of nerves and unadulterated lust.
His rigid, youthful cock pulsed with every step he took.
He climbed onto the high bed, the cool, crisp white sheets smoothing out beneath his bare skin.
He sat back on his knees, looking incredibly raw and ripe under the soft perimeter lighting of the luxury suite.
Sheila didn't let him stay waiting for long.
She climbed onto the mattress right after him, her voluptuous mature body moving with a confident, mesmerizing grace.
She unhooked her black lace bra, letting her heavy, full breasts swing free.
Her nipples were massive, dark pink nipples puckered tight and hard as stones.
She slid off her matching thong, completely exposing her wide hips and her thick, manicured landing strip.
Beneath the dark hair, her mature pussy lips were beautifully swollen, completely flushed a deep, glistening pink, and overflowing with a thick, heavy river of clear lubrication that smeared down her inner thighs.
"Lay down, sweetie," Sheila purred, her eyes locked onto his rigid shaft.
Timothy fell flat on his back, his breath catching as Sheila crawled right over his torso.
She positioned her soaking wet pussy right above his face, her knees pinning his shoulders.
The intoxicating, musky scent of her mature, horny heat hit Timothy’s senses like a physical blow.
He didn't need to be told twice. He buried his face in her wet mound, his tongue darting out to lick greedily at her dripping slit, tasting the rich, salty sweetness of her pussy.
"Oh god, yes, Tim, right there," Sheila gasped, her back arching as the young man’s eager tongue lapped at her swollen clit.
While Timothy was eating her out, Ron stepped to the edge of the bed.
He slowly unbuttoned his white dress shirt, throwing it aside to reveal a broad, hairy chest and powerful, thick shoulders.
He unbuckled his leather belt and dropped his trousers, stepping out of them completely bare.
Ron was a massive, imposing specimen of a man.
His mature cock was absolutely monstrous—thick as a soda can, heavily veined, and pointing straight out with an aggressive, seasoned authority.
His heavy balls hung low and full beneath his shaft.
Timothy’s tongue stuttered against Sheila’s pussy.