Unleashed: Randy, a Dog, Exposed
Copyright© 2025 by TMax
Chapter 7: All good puppies go to heaven
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7: All good puppies go to heaven - 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
Randy shook, and Cynthia didn’t swallow. Instead, she stood up, grabbed Randy’s face, kissed him, and shoved his cum into his mouth. He appeared disgusted, as his lips pursed to spit on her. His body rock solid, hands clenched, and white knuckled.
“Don’t spit it out, drink it,” Cynthia said, her red-nailed index finger on his lips. While she stared up at him, he gazed at her breasts and the cum that covered them. Her nipples stood out, hard, with small bumps around her areola, her chest red, her neck red, with beads of sweat on her forehead. His cum rolled down her cheeks, forehead, and into her eyebrows, where it gave her a glow instead of a messy face. A goddess of love, sex, lust, in front of her throne, because while she stood in a bathroom stall with the porcelain toilet behind her, her body exuded confidence, an elegance, and power, so much power.
Randy shook his head but didn’t spit. Another test. A test that I knew Cynthia would easily pass. Her hand moved to the back of his neck and pulled him closer, till their noses touched, eyes to eyes, soul to soul. Beautiful, true love. Something I wanted, but could never find.
In the dirty restaurant woman’s washroom, with toilet paper on the floor, Cynthia’s bra beside her foot, her panties in the middle of the floor, the mechanical restroom refresher squirted a citrus scent that blended with Randy’s cum smell instead of masking it. If she stood on the mountain top, or on the cliff over the ocean, teenage boys would write stupid rhyming poems about her, and girls would have her photo on their walls.
“Good little puppies do what their mothers tell them. If this little puppy wants more of Mommy, then this little puppy will swallow, then thank Mommy for the extra meal,” Cynthia said. Tears ran down Randy’s cheeks, as his Adam’s apple bobbed, his stomach pulled in, hollow like he wanted to throw up, and his hands hung limp at his sides.
Their foreheads touched. Her lips on his lips. They breathed together, like soul mates, her fingers on his shoulders, her chest against his naked chest, toe to toe. My heart fluttered. Why didn’t I take him? I could have had that love. Instead, I passed Randy to Cynthia. Why? I could have helped Zer and picked up a boyfriend in the process. He wouldn’t have made a good boyfriend, a horrible one in fact, he would have taken too much work and time, time that I didn’t have, but true love changes everything.
Randy nodded and swallowed. A lot of my fans will not like it, but she needed to do it because Cynthia required it to exert ultimate control. Cynthia had a dominant streak I had never noticed before. Which I should have suspected, because as the youngest of four, the only girl with three older brothers, all big, all hulks, she must have learned how to control through persuasion and doing the disgusting things needed to maintain that control. I knew her older brothers; the oldest played on the Atlanta Falcons professional football team, and the two middle ones still held strength records at the school. I guess she learned more than I ever gave her credit for, she just needed the nudge, the situation to expose her true nature.
“Now get dressed, little puppy, then dress me. I want cheesecake for dessert,” Cynthia said. Cum still covered her face and breasts, but she wore it like war paint. Her eyes shone, her cheeks reflected the harsh bathroom lights. My side hurt from the hard floor, and my leg muscles protested as I stood. My tights had rested in Randy’s cum on the floor, and soaked through to my panties, so I decided to go pantless, not ideal, because my pussy leaked, and would cause a wet spot on my tights, but better than having his cum next to my ass and pussy. I stuffed toilet paper between my pussy and the tights to contain the moisture, which gave a great-looking camel toe.