How Angel Finally Did It - Sex Stories

How Angel Finally Did It

... is that obvious. I laugh so hard, people from the other tables look over to see what all the fun is about. 'Well, what's your fucking favourite fantasy?' 'Uhm, well, you know, the usual stuff.' 'The usual stuff? What do you mean?' 'Come on, you know, fucking and stuff. Doggie style. Maybe a blowjob. I mean, there's only so much a guy and a woman can do' I grab my purse and get up. This guy is dumber than I thought. A complete asshole. 'Wait, wait, where are you going? I thought we finally had something going here.' 'No. You thought you had something going. Take me home. I'm wasting my time with you.' He gives it another shot once we're in the car. 'What did I do wrong?' 'You don't get it, do you?' 'No, I don't. I admit, I just don't.' We sit in silence. He hasn't started the car. He's still hoping. 'Tell me, then. Tell me, teach me.' 'I don't have to teach you anything. This isn't about you. This is about me. This is about me getting what I want. And you're not going to give it to me.' 'I will. Anything you like. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it.' 'No you won't.' 'What makes you so sure?' 'OK. Here's a test. Close your eyes.' He hesitates. He isn't sure he can trust me. But he closes his eyes anyway. 'Good. Now open your mouth.' He opens his eyes and looks at me. I know he wants to ask 'Why?', but when he sees the expression on my face, he thinks better of it. 'I said your mouth, not your eyes! Listen, you say you're willing to do anything I want, and the first ...

... chance you get you fuck up. I told you that you wouldn't do it.' 'I'm sorry. You're right, I fucked up. But it won't happen again. Let's start this over.' He closes his eyes again. 'OK. But this is your last chance. You blow this, we're history. OK?' 'OK.' 'Good. Open your mouth. Keep your eyes closed until I tell you.' He opens his mouth. No hesitation this time. His dick is bulging in his pants. He loves it more than he cares to admit. The uncertainty. The helplessness. Being at my mercy. 'Don't go peeking. I'm gonna put something inside your mouth and I want you to keep it on your tongue. You're not to spit it out and you're not to ask. Just keep it on your tongue until I give you further instructions. Remember, this is a test. Understood?' He nods, his mouth still open, his eyes still closed. I pick my nose for a juicy one. I find one that is crusted on the outside, but has a green slimy ball of snot attached to it where the air hasn't been able to dry it out. I place it carefully on his tongue. He resists the reflex of scraping it off with his teeth. 'Don't move. Keep your mouth open and your tongue still. You can open your eyes.' He opens his eyes. He looks uncomfortable, but his dick is harder than ever inside his pants. He doesn't realize that's where the real test is. 'OK, now close your mouth and swallow what I put on your tongue. Then show me.' Again the shadow of hesitation, but he does as he is told. When he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, the snot is gone. ...