[DarkSide94]

As promised, next instalment
Hope everyone enjoys as much as the first


Emma’s mind continues to drift, dreaming about the man she has fallen in love with. It had all started several years ago with her boyfriend at the time. Despite being only 15, she had been willing to strip topless for him, sending a few sexy pics for him to admire. The feeling of exposure herself to the man she loved had felt amazing, but it was nothing to what she felt when she discovered he had shared it with all his friends too. Betrayal and anger were pushed aside, her pussy dripping as soon as she had finished reading his text. Her first feeling of exposure that she couldn’t control and she loved it. Although they soon broke up, Emma found a sight online where she could anonymously post pics, and spent weeks finding the perfect poses to highlight her tits and ass, her two favourite features on her body. She finally added several pics, leaving a fake email address so she could read any comments.

For weeks the comments were basic, but were enough to give her a rush. Every email she read about how she would be fuck hard or how they would love to cum over her tits, her hand was rubbing her pussy through her jeans. Emma had made herself incredibly horny, and then that email had come through. The email were her master had described dragging her outside on a lead for all to see, forcing her onto her hands and knees so he could charge guys that wanted to fuck her mouth or ass, before finally tying the lead to a lamppost as he had a few pints in the pub. Emma had never read anything so good. She did something she never thought she would, replying to his email. Once they started talking, they never stopped.

Now she was here, waiting to run back inside her school to grab her bra and top so she can run after him. His gorgeous face, complete with a neatly trimmed beard and sharp jaw line kept her going. That is until she noticed that someone had closed the fire exit. Now locked outside, she didn’t know what she was to do.

Emma reaches out for her phone, feeling the suns warmth against her breasts as she pulls her arms away. Pulling up the video she had just filmed, she can feel her hand rubbing against her jeans as she watches herself strip for her masters pleasure. Sensations fill her body as she watches her naked body parading up and down on her screen, making sure everything is on show for her master. She can feel her face going bright red with embarrassment, ashamed of what she was doing, of what she had done. Yet, her pussy told her it was the right thing to do. Emma could feel it between her legs, her juices soaking her new panties from her master, soaking through and leaving a wet patch on the front of her jeans.

She had to get back in! With the video now sent to her master as proof, a new task is likely to be on its way. Although she was beginning to enjoy to gentle exposure round the back of the school, it couldn’t last forever.

Obviously walking straight through the front door of the school would cause an issue or two, so that wasn’t possible. Texting her friends for help was a possibility, but finding her topless outside would take a lot of explaining, and she wanted to keep her master secret. Her last hope was that Mr Watson had left his window open as normal.

Staring along the side of the school, several classrooms had windows open on their hinges. One of them had to be Mr Watson’s. On her hands and knees, she crawls beneath the window sills, her tits swinging low beneath her.
With a poster of Shakespeare’s Othello sellotaped to the open window, she knew she was at the right spot.

She would have to be quick, if he wasn’t in that was. Peering up and over the window sill, Emma’s looks into the classroom, praying that he doesn’t have a class. The classrooms bare, no pupils or teachers.

Emma wastes no time, pulling the window open further and lifting her leg up and over the bottom ledge. She was able to place her foot on a desk just inside the window, helping her to lift the rest of her topless body inside. Now standing on the desk inside the classroom, she was more exposed than ever. The risk of getting caught was higher than ever, so she had to move fast.

Emma jumps down from the the desk, making a dash for the door across the room. Reaching her hand out for the handle, she notices it beginning to turn. In her hurry, she hadn’t been careful, not listening for voices in the corridor. Now someone was coming in.

Emma was quick, jumping into a nearby storage cupboard, closing the doors before anyone noticed. Fortunately, whoever it was was too busy talking to pay attention to anything in the room. Hidden in the classroom of her favourite teacher, wearing nothing to cover her upper body, completely vulnerable to whoever found her. Almost exactly like her dream the other night, except this time she hoped she wasn’t found and raped on his desk.