Unleashed: Randy, a Dog, Exposed
Copyright© 2025 by TMax
Chapter 3: How to catch a dog
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: How to catch a dog - 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’s mouth opened in a moan, and she hung onto Randy’s shoulders while her body shuddered. He smiled at his reflection, as if he knew I recorded. He didn’t. He couldn’t. He just liked his appearance, a narcissist who knew how to please a girl.
He kissed her earlobe, below her ear, along her neck, then grabbed each side of her face and kissed her, deep. My insides tingled and I resisted the urge to barge in and join them. How long could I resist? I knew I needed to wait until I could control the situation, when Randy had gone past the point of no return.
Cynthia’s body grew stiff, as if he infused her with energy, and she tightened her arms around him. He knew to hold the kiss, not to rush, to allow the passion and lust to build. He stroked her inner flame. The kiss lingered. Only it mattered. The restroom around them provided a horrible backdrop, but I bet if you asked Cynthia where she stood, she couldn’t tell you, but she could describe the kiss in detail. I could describe the kiss in detail, and I only know about the brown floor tiles, the blue wall trim, the white sink, the hand dryer, and the beige baby changer because I couldn’t stand to watch too closely, because I might lose control and rush into the washroom.
His lips, his tongue, the way his hair felt between her fingers, the firmness of his chest against her naked breasts, and how his hands felt on her back. I understood why Zer would fall for this guy, why any girl would fall for him. My insides twisted as I watched them kiss on my too-small phone. Cynthia stood on tiptoes and yet she didn’t wobble. Still, like a statue, the two lovers, Randy the cheater, Cynthia the innocent, could have posed for art students, the ideal kiss. I vowed to give them a better background when I edited the video. Maybe a mountain top with white clouds in a deep blue sky, or on a cliff as deep blue waves crashed and caused white spray to fill the background.
He shifted her, gentle, with soft pressure on her hips, a slight turn of his head, until she had her back to the toilet stall. Her shorts had slipped to her ankles, her panties pulled to the side, and they dug into her crease between her pussy and leg. His long middle finger rested on her clit, his other hand, with spread fingers, on her upper back, as some of Cynthia’s wild hair stuck to her forehead.
She stumbled, but Randy held her, moved her with precision, as if he had practiced this, like a dance, he maneuvered her into the stall. The back of her knees pressed against the edge of the toilet, her red-nailed fingers held onto her shoulders, his spare hand pressed in her ass cheek, the white hand like a yin-yang symbol against her black skin, dark and light, experience vs innocence, dog vs kitten. I almost had him right where I wanted him.
Cynthia almost fell onto the toilet seat, but Randy caught her under her armpits, his lips wide in a smile, a predator with its prey. He stared at her, intense, and devoured her with his eyes, while she stared back, in shock, in lust, in an innocence that she could never have imagined this, but wanted it more than anything. I should charge Cynthia for setting this up. The stream exploded with demands that I join them, demands that we have Cynthia on the stream again, and the number of followers doubled.
He removed his shirt and hung it on the coat hook while Cynthia sat on the toilet and gazed up at him. The camera above captured her face. Her gaze of lust and fear. Fear that she had already fallen in love. Cynthia knew Randy cheated on his girlfriends, but at that moment, she wouldn’t care. She just wanted more of him, would do anything for him, and worse, Randy knew. His half grin, his slitted eyes, he knew that he had her. He could do anything with her and she would say yes. Hell, she would beg for it.