Unleashed: Randy, a Dog, Exposed
Copyright© 2025 by TMax
Chapter 4: All Dogs Have Little Puppies Still Inside
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: All Dogs Have Little Puppies Still Inside - 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
“Polly, what the hell?” he stammered, and then I saw it. His voice held anger, but underneath, something else. I could easily twist him into a pretzel, but did I dare? Like over fifty percent of the teenagers in our country, I had an enhancement, but unlike almost all, I had four enhancements. Cynthia had two, both physical, while Randy had one, a strategic mind that I personally believed his dad, a high-ranking general, embellished on Randy’s assessment. My two physical enhancements, strength and healing, the administration knew about, but my other two, photographic memory and the empathic ability to read people, they didn’t know about. If they knew about all four, I could never buy my way out of military service. I used my photographic memory to help with school, not too much, just enough, but I actively suppressed my empathic side. However, my successful reading of the older lady had caused my confidence to soar, and now I had decided to use it to tame the dog.
I scrutinized him. Narrowed eyes, flared nose, pressed lips, fists, clenched muscles, but an act of feigned anger. He wanted to get caught, moreover, he wanted to submit to me. He knew how to please a girl. He studied that, but secretly he wanted a master, a female master, to order him to please her, to dominate him. Zer could never please him because she didn’t have a dominant bone in her body. Cynthia, way too innocent, could never please him. But I could, but did I want to? He cheated on my sister, and he knew she would never dominate him. She didn’t have my mentality, and still, he chose her. He would break her heart because she didn’t have the strength to control him. He couldn’t help himself, because his dad made him live in a world of power. Only power mattered. Randy didn’t even know that he wanted it, needed it.
“What are you going to do?” he asked in anger, with his chest out. He dared me to take control. He needed me to take control. Oh shit, he chose Zer to get to me, ‘I’m so sorry, Zer, you didn’t deserve this,’ I thought and grabbed his dick. Small, but it filled my tiny hand. Wet from Cynthina’s saliva and his pre-cum, and warm, hard. I could control him like a video game character, his dick a joystick. Unlike my concern for Roshana, I didn’t care if I forced him. He wanted the force. I didn’t care if I used coercion instead of persuasion, because he only understood coercion, expected, and needed it.
“Knees,” I said. He stared at me. A test. To everyone else, to my fans on the stream, he would appear defiant, but to me, I saw the twitch in the corner of his eye, the slight upturn on his lips, the submission in his shoulders. And I don’t play. I squeezed his dick, light, but enough to cause his knees to buckle. It must have hurt his knees to fall onto the tiled floor like he did, but he didn’t scream out, didn’t do anything more than make a slight grimace and narrowing of his eyes.
He kneeled in front of me. His eyes narrow, his mouth flat, his body tense, and his small shoulders shook with suppressed rage, and lust. His neck and chest radiated heat, a deep red. A woodsy smell wafted from him as he stared up at me. I put my hands on his shoulders. While even in a kneeling position, his head came up to my neck. With a light squeeze, I held his shoulders still, and his skin warmed my fingers.
“When I give you a command, you follow it. Understand?” I asked. Behind him, Cynthia’s mouth had fallen open, her shoulders hunched as if to make herself smaller. Bright red-tipped fingers rested on her knees. She stared at me, at the dog who had placed her on the toilet, at the pale, ghost-like person in the middle of the too-clean, lemon and bleached scented washroom, who only moments before had pushed his dick into her mouth.
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