I can picture the apartment being dark, and only slightly lit by the lights outside that shine in through the windows. Your body is silhouetted against the windows with you standing at the back of a couch, your thighs pressed up against it.
A good looking, fit guy moves up behind you and puts his hands on your hips and moves his mouth to the back of your neck.
You get chills and goose pimples because it feels good to have a man's hands around your waist, and you can feel the strength even in his light touch. You know that you could try and escape, but you would not be strong enough to break his grasp or control of you. And you know that he is not your boyfriend Paul, but some guy that you ended up talking to at the birthday party. He had that rugged look that your boyfriend has, and that unknown aura of uncertainty or danger that exudes from the way he carries himself.
The chills start from your chest and quickly shoot to your shoulders, then down your hips and through your legs to the tips of your toes. You feel that excited, tingly wave that flows from your pussy and is followed by that wet warmth you get when you are turned on.
He breathes his hot breathe on the back of your neck and lightly kisses and licks the sensitive skin above your spine. Slowly, he caresses your body and back, moving his hands to slowly release the back zipper that holds the soft red material of your dress into your perfectly shaped body. He presses his waist against your behind; pushing your thighs harder into the back of the couch, further showing his control over you as he pins you down. His tongue slowly follows behind the zipper as it makes its way down the curve of your lower back.
His hot breathe continues to blow over your spine, continuing to cause that warm, excited, tingly feeling that pulses through your body and ends at your pussy, which is becoming very wet. You feel the trail of his warm saliva, and he sometimes leaves enough that it slowly slides its way down your skin, giving its own unique separate exciting feeling.
You feel as if you're so wet that you are dripping, and your wetness runs slowly down the inside of your thighs, snaking its way along the contours of your inner thigh. He reaches up to grasp the back of your blonde hair, forcing your head slightly back and up. At the same time, he maintains enough pressure against you that you remain pinned to the back of the couch. His other hand pushes the fabric of the dress up onto your bare ass, and you feel the soft material of the dress slide from the back of your legs to the middle of your ass.
You want him to stop because he is not your boyfriend, but you can feel how much he wants to devour your body. He pulls your hair even harder, which forces your head to look high and arches your back slightly, exposing your pussy to his tongue which is now being pressed against you. Moving from the back of your pussy to your clit and back, his tongue curls to slip inside your pussy. A rush of excitement and a thrilling sensation runs through your body. He continues to lick and taste your pussy from behind, the perfect curvature of your arched back silhouetted in the light coming through the windows.
You feel that tightness coming as your body starts to stiffen from the coming orgasm, but suddenly he stops because he has decided you will not orgasm yet.
He lifts his muscular frame up against your back and pushes your upper body at your waist over the back of the couch, your pussy and asshole open and vulnerable to whatever he demands as he continues to pin your thighs against the back of the couch.
You realize that he is about to enter you however he wants. You start to realize that you are going to cheat on your boyfriend with this guy that you hardly know.
You try to move past him to escape his grasp of you, but he only pushes you back against couch the harder. You feel helpless and not in control. He is powerful, and his body positioned to keep you from escaping. You don't want to cheat on your boyfriend, but you want this man to ravage your body, to take what he wants. You feel the lust in his eyes, the feeling of being wanted by a man. You close your eyes as you feel him unleash his cock from his pants.
As you anticipate what he is going to do next, he grasps the back of your hair again, pulling your head up and forcing you to arch your back, and you feel the stretch in your abdomen, your muscles tight from working out. You feel him position his cock to penetrate your vagina slowly... he can feel your hot wetness on the head of his cock. Blood rushes to engorge him even more than he already is. Suddenly, he pushes his cock into your pussy from behind: he has penetrated you. The shock of electricity rushes from his cock into your pussy, through your body, flooding into your fingers and toes like water.
You gasp with excitement as he is big enough to fill your pussy, and you feel a slight pain since you haven't been fucked in a long time. Your eyes tighten during your gasp, chills run through your body... this is what you want. You want to be wanted; you want a man to ravage you...to devour your body in lust.
To force you to accept his control and his demands. You open your eyes instinctively at the realization that you're being controlled and wanted at the same time.
You realize that you two are not alone, that there is a figure hidden by the darkness and the lust that covered your eyes has clouded your vision like a thick fog. You cannot make out the figure but you realize that the person is watching... listening... absorbing the feelings that you're experiencing. You're immersed in the situation, absorbing the feeling of this other man controlling you, wanting you, and the exciting and guilty feeling you have for letting this other man inside of you. As you are realizing this, the shadowy figure stands from the chair it was sitting in. You can make out the curves of the muscles in the shoulders, the height of the individual, and you realize that the figure is naked, his blood swollen cock being stoked slowly by this person... and you realize that this man was watching you getting taken from behind by another.
The shadowy figure moves towards you, and as he moves through a ray of light and you recognize the tribal tattoo on his right bicep. he shadowy figure is your boyfriend. He has been watching you; watching the both of you. He has been absorbing the feelings, the wanting, the needing. You can see that he enjoys the control this other man has over you, but you realize your boyfriend has control over both of you.
