“Get up and stand behind the café where no one can see you.”

I swallowed hard, my heart starting to race as I wondered what Richard had in store for me. As ordered I stood and gathered my things before I made my way around to the back of the café, where a little corridor sat between it and an unfilled retail space. Just inside the corridor I found a perfect place to wait, a small alcove carved out of the wall where one might have kept a set of garbage cans, though thankfully was devoid of any such thing, making my wait all that much more bearable.

“I’m here.” I said once I was in position, clutching onto my purse nervously.

I stood for what felt like an hour, waiting for what I had no idea as I checked my phone every minute. What was I doing here? And why had Richard been so specific about anyone seeing me? Usually when he had me follow a command he wanted me to be seen as part of my “exploration” of myself. I’d begun to suspect that my stepbrother had gone back to his old tricks and I was beginning to feel like leaving would be my best option, despite the promise of “punishment.”

But just as I was about to turn and leave, I felt my phone once again start to buzz.

“Stay,” was all it said, and suddenly I was more than acutely aware that my stepbrother was watching me, though from where, I couldn’t tell.

“Yes, Sir,” I sent back, swallowing nervously. I was both nervous and excited at the thought of him watching, somewhere out of sight. My heart raced like a hummingbird’s at the idea of what he might be doing.

“Take it off,” came another text.

“Take what off, Sir?”

“Everything.”

I stared at the text for a long moment, my breath stolen from my lungs at the prospect of stripping totally naked in public. Despite my initial fear, I began to undo the buttons on my blouse, constantly glancing toward the entrance to the alleyway as I cast my clothes onto the pavers at my feet until all I was standing in was my bra and panties. I felt so vulnerable, my heart pounding at the idea of someone discovering me here. But between my legs I felt the warmth of my arousal blossoming like a flower.

“I said everything,” came another text, and before I even realized it I felt my panties soaking. Slowly I started to unhook my bra, letting it fall at my feet before slipping my panties down until they crumpled around my ankles in a heap. I was so wet, the idea of him watching as I did something so depraved, maybe even touching himself as he did so was more than enough to get my imagination racing.

“Good,” his next message read. “Now play with yourself.”

“But what if I’m caught?” I asked, biting hard on my lip again.

“I gave you an order,” he said, and I could practically hear the commanding tone of his voice. I couldn’t stop myself from shivering in pleasure. I couldn’t dare disobey… and I didn’t want to.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied before pressing my back against the wall of the alcove, letting it support my weight as I spread my legs. If Richard was watching, I hoped he had a good view as I slid my fingers into the wet folds of my cunt. My eyes fluttered closed as I began to slowly flick my fingertip against the wanting nubbin between my legs. Michael had asked me more than a few times to play with myself for him, but somehow, this felt so much more exciting.

I moaned softly, hoping no one could hear the way my teasing brought sounds that had—until today—had never been heard outside of four walls. I felt the adrenaline pumping through me like a drug, heightening my senses as I played with my aching clit.

My hips tightened, pressure beginning to well up deep inside of me as I imagined my legs wrapped around Richard’s waist, his cock buried deep inside of my welcoming pussy as my hips squirmed and bucked against him, riding his thick member until I felt the warm release of his sperm gush inside of my body. It was a fantasy I’d only ever dared to dream of, one I had read and seen in videos but could only hope would one day be mine. I wanted to feel Richard’s seed inside of me, to truly be his. It was a fantasy that never failed to bring me straight to climax.

I bit down on my bottom lip as an electric crackle of pleasure radiated up from between my thighs, stretching out and dissipating as it reached the tips of my fingers. I felt my body relax against the hard surface of the alcove wall, my muscles practically melting as I drew closer to the heights of my climax, eager to fall right over the perilous edge and into the sea of orgasmic bliss, Richard’s name kissing my lips as I cried out in ecstasy.

My chest rose and fell, the peaks of my breasts hardening like diamonds in the cool pre-autumn air. I moaned out again, my caution thrown to the wind as I pictured Richard, somewhere hidden as he watched me with his hand wrapped tightly around his massive cock, stroking it to the thought of being inside of my wet pussy, sliding inside of me and pleasuring my in the way only he truly could. In that moment I began to truly feel like he owned me, and I reveled in the thought of truly being his.

“Dick,” I whimpered as another wave of pleasure rolled over me, another warning before the coming storm of my own bliss. My breasts trembled with each quivering intake of air, my breathing ragged and uneven as the tighten deep inside of my body threatened to break over me, drowning me like a victim at sea in an ocean of pleasure.

My head rolled back as my hips gave an involuntary convulsion, bucking hard against my hand as I did my best to stifle my cries of joy. For a moment I’d lost all sense of my body, the sensation of falling overcoming me as I felt every muscle in my arms and legs relax all at once. My heart hammered like a war drum, and as my eyes opened, I found myself a naked, quivering heap on the floor, my body covered in a glossy sheen of sweat.

I whimpered, still reeling from the incredible impact of my orgasm, one I’d hardly felt the equal of. In the distance beyond the confines of the corridor, I heard the sounds of conversation and footfalls, the campus already awake and active.

Just as I had begun to take stock of myself, I heard the soft buzzing of my phone, heralding another text from Richard. Almost frantically I grabbed for the device, biting my lip to eagerly read his next message.

“Good girl,” he had written. “Now get to class. You’re late.”

I blushed deeply, my cheeks burning in pride as I read his praise over and over. So what if I was late? This had been so worth it.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Chapter 12

Dick

Practice had been brutal.

Over the last couple of days, the coach had been running us through drill after drill, preparing as much as possible for the very first game of the season. I was excited for the thrill of the game, the physicality of the field, but at the same time, the mandatory practice had left me little if any time for Jessica. I felt terrible, after all the whole point of coming to this place was to be around her.

“We’re gonna come out strong,” he’d said only an hour before in this very locker room, “and we’re gonna kick some ass!” But the harder we trained, the more I began to worry if I’d actually be good enough.

I sat on the wooden bench that took up the center portion of the aisle, wrapped in a clean white towel after a shower. The last of my teammates had left long before, and there was only me left to ponder whether I’d be able to handle rigors of college football. High school had been one thing, but the strain of being a college quarterback was something I hadn’t been prepared for. The truth was that I missed Jessica and the feeling of her body against mine. I hated the time we were forced to spend apart, and in a way I blamed football for the distance I felt was beginning to grow between us.

She doesn’t deserve to be ignored like this, I thought, rubbing my hand over my face in frustration. But I swear, this training is going to put me in an early grave from stress alone.