[Fiction] Emma. The student, the girl, the slut.

[DarkSide94]

I’ve never actually posted anything I’ve written, but I’ve always been able to amaze the individuals that I wrote for. So I thought I could please everyone and actually publicly post something.

Basically the story is about Emma, who has met a master online and is desperate to meet him in real life, something I feel a lot of us can relate to! �� Her master has planned some tasks and challenges for her to complete first before she is allowed to meet, and this is what this story follows.

Please let me know how you feel, and any ideas for future tasks for Emma are greatly welcomed

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Silence filled the empty flat, broken only by the occasional rustling of paper. The lone occupant lay peacefully on the couch, reading A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Mass, although she didn’t seem to be absorbing any of the words.

Emma was a quiet individual. She liked keeping herself to herself, and spent a majority of her free time alone in her flat reading. Her one exception was Friday nights, where her and her small group of friends all met up for a couple drinks. She always took this opportunity to show off her body, wearing dresses that showed her perfect figure, and created amazing cleavage. Combining that with her frizzy hair, the stunning brunette almost never had to pay for her own drinks.

Today was no different. She wore a pair of skinny jeans showing her beautiful legs and ass, paired with a short sleeved blue top, her bra pushing her tits together, forming amazing cleavage. It was the perfect summers day and the outfit fitted beautifully, yet Emma still felt a little uncomfortable in the outfit. After all, it was her master that had demanded she wore it today.

Emma’s phone lay on the table next to her, awaiting the text she was desperate for all day. Her mates still had one last exam to study for, so she knew there would only be one person to text her. Any minute now, her master was going to text her with directions for the day. Emma had no idea what they would be, but she knew she would follow them. It’s was the only way she would be able to meet him. Her bag sat by the door, ready for her to grab on her way, she didn’t want to waste a moment. There wasn’t a lot in the bag. A single change of clothes, a couple books for reading, and a few personal belongings. It was all her master had allowed.

Finally, her phone screen lights up, showing the text she had been waiting for. Grabbing her phone, she throws her book in the bag and runs out the door, still unsure about what to expect.

Masters text was brief, consisting of only two words: “school locker.” Its directions were clear, but the reasoning wasn’t. Yet Emma didn’t care as she ran out the door. Ten minutes time and she would understand. Was her master standing in the school grounds, waiting to ambush her as she walked in, ready to throw her into the boot of his car and drive somewhere. Or maybe further instructions awaited her once she got there. Her master had been very secretive about today, but that didn’t stop her as she rushed up the school steps, almost bursting through the front door.

Moments later, she’s standing beside her locker, staring at the envelope attached to it, “Emma” elegantly written on the front. Tearing open the envelope, she pulls out the hand written note, leaving the contents to fall to the floor. The note was as vague as the text, reading only very basic words: “put these on. Bathroom out of bounds.” Emma stared at the note perplexed, confused about what it meant. She bent down, picking up the envelopes package. Unfolding the pink material, she quickly shoved them into her pocket, her face blushing. With the bathroom out of bounds, how the hell was she meant to change her panties??

Ignoring masters out of bounds wouldn’t be worth it. He would be expecting a video. And with half the school studying at home, finding somewhere quiet shouldn’t be too difficult, especially since Emma knew every inch of the school. In the four years Emma had known her master, she had been made to strip several times. Her most memorable being the day she had been blackmailed into stripping naked in seven different locations throughout the school. Seven locations, seven friends, seven emails. He had deleted one email for every location she stripped in, saving her from exposure to her closest friends. Despite the threat, her pussy was dripping from the moment she walked through the door, leading to the most amazing orgasm she had had in a long time. Obviously she hadn’t made it home, but had stripped in the changing rooms after school, filming the moment to watch back later.

She listed each location in her mind, thinking of the most plausible to use today. The male toilets on the ground floor were already out of bounds, as she presumed was the changing rooms, the cupboard off the gym hall was no use as the hall was being used for exams, and the classroom had since been converted into a study space. This left the small group of trees on the school grounds, under the stairs beside the science department, and the cleaning cupboard on the top floor. Walking past the gym hall towards science, her mind was already made up.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she threw her bag down on the floor, pulling out her phone and resting it against the radiator. Setting up the camera, she started the recording, watching herself on the screen as she took a few steps backwards. Standing beneath the stairs, hidden from view, she hesitates for just a moment. Blowing a kiss for her master, Emma pulls her top over her head, revealing her black bra and flat stomach. Her top hits the floor under the staircase, her hands already fumbling for the clips on her bra. With her heart racing, it took Emma way too long to remove her bra. Surely her master wouldn’t mind, she was stripping entirely for him.

Emma stares across at her phone, the screen shower her topless body. She giggles a lightly, leaning in to blow another kiss, letting her breasts hang beneath her. Moments later, the screen showed her dressed only in her panties. Emma slowly slide them down her legs, swiftly stepping out of them. Parading up and down under the staircase for her master, she felt kinda free. With no more exams and a gently breeze from the hallway against her skin, she smiled.

Emma reached for her bag, pulling masters present from inside. Something felt weird as she put them on, but not enough to make her think twice. Mostly because she could start to hear voices. Emma began to panic, quickly throwing on her jeans, only just getting the zip. They were going to catch her for sure. Caught topless under the stairs by.....

By who? Who was it? She couldn’t risk it to find out. Grabbing her bag and phone, she presses against a fire exit, tripping out into the sunshine. Emma’s body hits the grass outside, the fresh scent of the grass filling her nostrils, the heat from the sun against her back, the blades of grass tickling her nipples.

That single moment of freedom shattered by the realisation she was still topless. Leaving her phone and bag scattered out across the grass, Emma crouched beside the open fire exit, her arms across her chest, holding her breasts against her body.

She recognised the voices now, two girls four years below her, Rachel and Lauren. Very popular in their year, and both were leaders amongst their group of friends. If they discovered Emma, well there would be nothing left of her reputation. The girl found topless at school. She would be mentioned in yearbooks and speeches for years.

The two girls sat half way up the first flight of stairs, both texting away on their phones, chatting to each other about their joint dislike for their current subject, maths with Mr Anders. Maybe Emma could risk it, sneaking back in to grab her clothes. Both bra and top lay together almost directly underneath the girls. If caught, the girls could have pics of her topless around the entire school before the end of class. A tingle ran through her body just at the thought. The level of exposure would be far greater than what Emma had ever experienced, but she would have no doubt crouched in the corner and rubbed her pussy if it happened.

Sneaking in was no longer an option then. She would take the risk outside, and simply wait for them to leave. The fire exit had led to the back of the school, a small strip of grass no one ever really visited except for when the fire alarm rings. Emma just had to hope no one set off the fire alarm today, or she would be on show to most her school.

Barely five minutes had passed and now the girls were in silence, clearly just bored of school and beyond caring. The silence soon broke into a repetitive knocking sound, forcing the two girls to run. The knocking got louder, now clearly someone walking along the floor in a pair of dress shoes.

Emma’s heart starting to race, her mind wandering. It had to be a teacher, it couldn’t be anyone else. The footsteps were too heavy to be a student. Getting caught by a fellow student was bad, but a teacher would be worse. Having to explain her situation and admit her love for her master. A man she has never met, never talked to. A man that uses her for his own sexual pleasures. A man she is willing to do anything for just to meet.

[Bankerrtx01]

Like the start. Can’t wait for more

[MalePrincess]

Same good job waiting for more

[Narnia]

Amazong Story so far, please continue!

[DarkSide94]

Glad we’re enjoying
Hope to have another segment up soon

[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.

[DarkSide94]

So it’s been a while since I’ve had time to work on the story, and I apologise for such
However, with my exams finished, I hope to continue work as soon as tomorrow, with an instalment due at some point over the weekend

Darkside94

[DarkSide94]

With her clothes soaked and locked away out of reach, Emma began to realise how much trouble she was in. Without a change of clothes, so was vulnerable. The next swim class was only moments away, and here she was stuck in a cubicle in the male changing rooms, completely naked and crouched on top of the toilet so no one could see her feet, waiting for her master to respond.

Minutes pass in complete silence, the beating of Emma’s heart filling the empty space. Emma knew she had to wait for the next class to enter before she could leave, it was the only way to leave the room clothed. The thought was all she needed tho, her hand finding its way between her legs to her still dripping pussy, her fingers circling her clit, making her legs shake as she edged herself.

Would the next class react the same, or would they actually fuck her?

She could only hope. Jack and his mates had used and abused her, but left her pussy empty. And now more than ever she wanted to be filled, filled with cocks one after the other, filled with gooey loads of cum, filled with the seed of her superior species.

Emma’s juices now drip onto the toilet seat below her, and deep down she knew she had to stop, but she slid her middle finger inside her pussy anyway, moaning quietly to herself as she gently fucked her masters property, only stopping at the sound of the bell ringing throughout the school.

It only took moments for the changing rooms to be filled again, and Emma’s heart sank. Naked and trapped in a cubicle, she listened to the voices piling into the room, her heart beating faster. Emma found herself holding her breathe, desperately trying to not be detected. Even if her pussy was dripping wet at the thought of being used once again, she had to get back to her master.

The changing room emptied almost as quickly as it had filled, and Emma could breathe once again. Pushing open the cubicle door, she steps out into the open room, every noise making her jump. She picked up her bag from where she had left it earlier, reaching for her change of clothing.

With her heart now coming back to a normal beat, she began to calm down. Her change of clothing consisted only of a top and shorts, but it was good enough.

Moments later, Emma was sat outside the school on a wall, swinging her legs as the sun beat down upon her body, waiting for a reply from her master. Her new top was thin, and she constantly found herself running her fingers over her nipples, pinching and pulling on them as she waited.

Finally, her phone buzzed, with a new text from her master.


Please comment with what this text should say. Best text will be incorporated into the next instalment. Nothing is off limits as long as it is kept realistic.