How Angel Finally Did It - Sex Stories

How Angel Finally Did It

... easy with men. You know exactly what they think: the same as you. Ooh see that ass, it's bouncing all over the sidewalk. What I wouldn't give to dip my dick into that! And those tits, man she's loaded like a cow. Ooh baby, whip my face with those, knock me right off my feet they will. 'Oh don't give me that. I saw you goggle all over that fat cow over there when she bent over to pick up her napkin. Your eyes were rolling loose in their sockets.' 'No I wasn't. I would never...' 'Of course you would. You did. I saw you. You were practically drooling. Do you like fat asses? Is that your thing?' He's flabbergasted now. I could have hit him on the head with a sledgehammer and he'd be like this. I read him like a book and he knows it. It annoys him that I can see through him. He isn't used to that. Women will either fall for him or ignore him. They never tell him off. Not on the first date, anyway. 'Uhm, maybe I should just take you home. You must be tired. You told me what a hard day you had.' So I did. He listened! Whaddayaknow, the guy listened. Didn't care too much about that two minutes ago, though. 'So that's it? When the going gets tough, the meek retire?' His facial control is beyond hiding his train of thought. What is it with this woman? She rebukes me like she was my wife, and now she's teasing me again. What does she want? I got him in a soft spot, there. Aussie guys do not like to be called meek. Aussie guys are tough. 'OK. Tell me what you have in mind. Maybe we're ...

... both thinking the same.' 'Oh, I seriously doubt that.' 'Then what is it you wanna do?' 'You didn't answer my question.' 'What question?' 'What's your favourite fantasy?' 'What do my fantasies have to do with anything?' 'So you do have fantasies? You said you didn't.' He knows he's on a crossroads here. Aussie men don't have fantasies. Aussie men don't jerk off. They're tough. They want sex, they grab a girl and fuck the living daylights out of her. No woman can resist their manhood. At least, that's what they like to think. Truth is, all they ever want to do is crawl back up their momma's cunts. They just can't admit it, not even to themselves. But this guy, he knows if he wants something with me, he has to play the game. I have to keep him on the edge, though. Keep him interested. And keep him off-balance, most important off all. 'What if I did?' 'Nothing. I know you do. All men do. They'll just not admit it.' 'This conversation is getting weird.' 'If you think this is weird, maybe you'd do good not to insist.' That does him. He's shitting his pants, but he's got a boner poking the table from beneath. What to do? Follow his instincts and run for his life, or follow his dick and stick it out to find out what's coming? I bathe his tormented mind in a sexy knowing smile. 'I-I'm sure I can handle it. Just don't make it so hard.' 'Make what hard, darling?' I never thought I'd get to see an Aussie man blush. He's red like a tomato, looking down into his crotch to check if it really ...