3. Frustration

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It's been a month since my encounter with Oscar, and I'm surprised how calm and collected I've been. When I left his place, it was with the assurance that the next time we met there would be bigger and better things in store. I've found it so hard to imagine sex with anyone else, not until I fully explore the intrigue of Oscar.

Our back and forth feels a lot like a game. He finds new ways to tease me, and I frustrate him right back. A few days after I last saw him, he sent me a picture of my underwear laid out on his bed where he went down on me.

I was at work when I got the message, and I got flustered at my desk, looking around to see if anyone could tell. I got wet just from remembering how Oscar's tongue felt inside me. A few days after that, I dressed up in a lace slip dress, so transparent that I might as well have been naked.

I took several pictures of myself in different positions, then I cropped a few of them to reveal only certain parts of my body, so that they were suggestive enough to be exciting, but too obscure to be fully satisfying. Off the puzzle, I texted. Then I sent the images to him at intervals throughout the evening, teasing him with the idea that he would eventually get the full image.

Eventually he replied to say, Oh, I want to rip that little dress right off you and lick your wet. Come over to hear the end. It was a very tempting suggestion, but something in me refused to go over just because it was his idea.

I wanted him to really feel the tension of the tease. I'd also promised myself that the next time we see each other, we need to fuck, and Lent wasn't over yet. I told him I'd ordered an Uber and would be at his place in half an hour.

It was a lie. Instead, I got into bed and fell asleep, smirking at the idea that his dick was throbbing in anticipation for me. I wanted him as frustrated as I was the night we first met.

The next morning, I woke up to a text that read, Naughty girl. Just wait until I get you back for that one. As soon as Lent is over, neither of us wastes any time before making plans to meet up.

Oscar suggests we have drinks at the bar where we first met, but I can't possibly spend another moment pretending that there isn't only one thing on my mind. I'll meet you at yours, I respond, and set off before he even gets a chance to respond. When I get to his, Oscar kisses me lightly on my lips, but pulls back quickly, and I feel dissatisfied, wanting to release the buildup of the past month.

It is in such contrast to the way he greeted me last time, and I am more than a little disappointed. He offers me a beer, and we both take our drinks into the living room. I've barely entered the room before Oscar starts to give instructions, and the corners of his mouth curl up excitedly.

I obviously like the direction this is going in, so I do as he says, and start to undo the buttons on my dress. All the while, I'm looking at him for a reaction. He completely ignores my eyes, and follows my hands as they work their way down the front of my body, revealing more and more of myself as the buttons come undone.

Once I get to the button at my waist, I slip off the dress and let it fall to the floor. I wore no underwear for Oscar to steal, so I'm immediately and entirely unclothed. This is the first time I'm completely naked in front of him, and I notice his appreciation as it bulges hard in his trousers.

I am conscious that he is still completely dressed, and shows no signs of evening out the imbalance. His eyes rove over my body like he intends to devour it. I turn around, slowly.

I realize that all the confidence I've had in the past month, the teasing, and our little game of frustration, means nothing now. Oscar is definitely in control, and the idea of that alone makes me wet. I have my back to him for a few moments.

I can hear him move about behind me, so I turn my head to see what he's doing. I know that Oscar is only giving me instructions because he knows I will do exactly as he says. I lift myself up so that I'm balanced on the ball of my foot.

Then I let my foot fall back down so that the weight of my body falls quickly back down. I feel my ass shake, and my cheeks smack into each other as they jiggle. Still entirely naked, I feel a chill over my body.

The shiver raises goosebumps all over me and hardens my nipples. I spend several minutes like this, just waiting and growing more eager and wet as I listen to him rustling and moving behind me. Finally, Oscar comes up from behind and pushes up against me.

It's so sudden that I jump a little. He wraps his arms around to the front of my body, holding me by the waist with one hand and running the other across my boobs and up to my neck, which he clasps gently so that I'm unable to turn to face or look at him. This is how I discover he is undressed.

Instead of his clothes, I feel the warm nakedness of his skin rest against mine. I use my own hands to grab onto each of his. When they move, mine move too, and I grab on tighter as he lets his hands roam unashamedly across my body.

I squirm a little and roll my ass across his dick, and that seems to stir Oscar up even more. He wraps his arms around me tighter so that I'm essentially trapped. I am only really able to move my ass against him, but this is definitely enough.

I feel him grow until he is hard enough to poke the small of my back. I grind slowly against him, and he starts to breathe deeply into my shoulder and moves the hand on my waist further down between my legs. I'm wet enough by this point that he can feel it on my thighs.

Still he runs his hands up and buries a finger inside me, almost just to make a claim on it. This alone sends a shock across me, and I jolt backwards and push harder against him. Neither of us needs more than this as foreplay.

Oscar spins me around and pulls me in finally to kiss me. As we kiss, he walks me back until we hit the wall behind me. He hoists me up against it and wraps my legs around his waist, holding my body between him and the wall.

He starts to kiss me hurriedly across my face and neck as he rubs his cock between my thighs, teasing me but not penetrating. Not yet. There is nothing like the first entry, and it is infinitely more thrilling after many weeks of anticipation.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but as he pushes inside me, I am sure I can feel him throbbing. We both gasp loudly and Oscar pauses, his brows furrowed and his lips parted as he breathes deeply and quickly. I start to shake with the suspense.

He takes the hint, recovers, and starts to push deeper inside me. It feels good to see him lose his composure. He grabs hard onto both my legs and runs his hands up them to support me by my thighs.

He buries his fingers into my skin, pulling my body as close to him as possible. He starts to move faster, pushing in quicker and deeper. Oscar feels great inside me.

I can feel the full girth of him. I'm so wet now that I'm dripping all over him. As he moves, his body throws my pelvis against the wall, and it all just seems to hit that much better.

He thrusts so hard and fast that it almost starts to feel unbearable. Without realizing, I start to scream, not moan, but full on scream, and I'm surprised by the sound that comes out of my own mouth. Oscar moans and grunts and pushes harder and faster into me.

I become convinced that I'm going to explode. It is so deep that I can feel it all the way through my body and I start to twitch. Oscar pulls his chest in as close to my body as possible and starts to push faster and faster.

His grunts turn into a hum coming from the deep of his throat. Something about being entirely pinned back against the wall, feeling the hum in the throat of his body send many shocks through me. I wrap my arms around his head as I start to twitch all over, screaming almost breathlessly now.

I can't believe how hard he's able to fuck me. I can't believe how deep he is able to get. He puts a hand around my neck in a steady grip.

As I start to come, my moan is a mess of heavy breathing and shrieks. Oscar pulls back from the wall to watch my face as I climax. I watch his face as I let out my final shrieks and feel the release as I come.

A smile grows across his face as he enjoys the moment, but he isn't done. He keeps fucking me and I keep moaning and twitching while he stays inside me. I know he can see in my eyes that I'm spent.

I know that I'm going to have to ride it out, too weak in my body now to even try to squirm. Oscar knows he has full control of me. He watches my face with his hand still on my neck, thrusting harder and quicker and drawing out moans from me until, finally, he comes to.

He put his arm around me and kissed my neck, dragging his fingers slowly up and down my back. I'll stay, I said, as he pulled me in closer.