Unleashed: Randy, a Dog, Exposed
Copyright© 2025 by TMax
Chapter 2: Catch More Dogs with Honey
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Catch More Dogs with Honey - Polona, who would do anything for her little sister, gets a friend to seduce her sister's boyfriend in a busy restaurant. Encouraged by fans, and maybe, just a little, by Randy's knowledge of how to please a woman, joins the pair.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Coercion Lesbian Heterosexual Alternate History DomSub FemaleDom Group Sex Black Female White Male White Female Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts Revenge
Cynthia pushed down her shorts, almost past her knees, and Randy pushed her panties to the side as he slipped a finger inside her. She tried to spread her legs, but the shorts stopped her, and her knees stuck out at a strange angle, with her toes pointed out like a penguin. He kissed her neck, and my stomach flipped. I wanted that, a finger inside me like he did to Cynthia, she didn’t know what she had. He didn’t slam in like so many stupid teenagers, but rather he stroked, soft, while Cynthia’s body draped over his, arms slack, mouth open, with drool on the corners, she had her eyelids half open with her eyes rolled back, which looked almost entirely white. I could smell her lust through the video and through the thin crack under the washroom door.
I congratulated myself on purchasing the expensive, high-fidelity cameras. While Randy and Cynthia didn’t stand at the correct angle, the feed could easily make out Cynthia’s flushed neck and back and what Randy did to her. I needed microphones to pick up her moans, which the washroom door muffled. Randy nibbled on her ear, his other hand held her breast, with his legs wide to hold her up. He stroked around her pussy, along the sides of the lips, over her clit, and only dipped his finger in her when she thrust out her hips towards his hand. My own pussy could almost feel his fingers, and I resisted the urge to copy him.
Randy shifted his hand from her breast to her back to hold her up better. Cynthia’s arms tightened on his back, her mouth open, lips pulled back to show off her white teeth with bits of spaghetti sauce between them. My own body grew hot, my pussy tingled, but I needed to wait till Randy passed the point of no return, then I could rush in and join them. I may need to get Randy to fuck me a couple times, just to prove his canine tendencies. Can’t make a mistake on something so important, not when it comes to my little sister’s protection.
I gently pushed on the door, not enough to open it, but enough to confirm that they hadn’t locked it. I could break the lock, but I didn’t want to pay for it. They hadn’t, or rather, Randy hadn’t. Cynthia likely couldn’t think straight. Her inexperience showed, as she accepted all his attention and gave very little back. His bulge rubbed against her thigh, but she didn’t touch it.
Randy’s hand moved to her ass while the other still stroked her pussy, like a kitten. The image of a massive, dominant dog, over top of this poor, defenseless kitten, would make an excellent cover for the video.
“Excuse me, I need to get into the washroom,” an old Betty said. I controlled my anger at the big-haired blonde lady with too much makeup, too much perfume, and in a slutty dress that accented all the wrong parts of her body. She didn’t know, but I couldn’t watch Randy and Cynthia with her beside me. Taller, I only came up to her chin, I dared her, wanted her to do something, as my body had switched from horniness to anger. If I couldn’t have Randy’s fingers inside me, I could always smash in this lady’s face. The fire along my spine egged me on and demanded release. My reptilian brain needed to do something.
“Someone took a shit in the middle of the floor, there’s a guy inside cleaning,” I said and stepped towards her to fight, but decided to try a bit of empathy instead. Her upper lip turned up like she bared her teeth, and the black eyeliner couldn’t hide her red, rimmed eyes. Her slumped shoulders, the rash on her chest, and straight legs all said that she recently broke up with someone. A cut on her shoulder and a chewed baby finger nail, where she lost a fake press-on nail, said that he didn’t treat her well. Her “S” body posture, makeup, and perfume all said that she had no confidence anymore. She had come here to pick up a guy, but her body language would drive any guy away. She needed help. She needed sympathy. But did I care? Yes, unfortunately, I did. She didn’t cause the breakup. She lived a hard life and now just wanted a bit of relief.