Emma. The Student, the Girl, the Slut.

Darkside94

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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.
 
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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.
 
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Next instalment is long overdue I think

Ten minutes. That’s all she had to last before recess. Mr Watson would leave the classroom, and the corridors would be empty for twenty minutes. More than enough time to get back and retrieve her clothes. Ten minutes of silence in a cupboard, easy right?

Several minutes pass, Emma too scared to breathe, to make a sound. Emma’s legs suddenly buckle, causing her to stumble against the side of the cupboard. She gasps loudly, her hands diving into jeans, pulling her panties away from her tingling pussy.

Just as quickly as it had started, her panties stopped vibrating, leaving the cupboard in silence again. She cursed her master under her breathe, angry at his little joke. She listens carefully, hoping that Mr Watson hadn’t heard her stumble.

Everything seemed normal, the rustle of paper, the scratch of a ballpoint pen, the tapping of a foot. The next several minutes seemed to last forever, but were at least uneventful. The bell made her jump, but her heart was racing. Having been topless for almost half an hour, she couldn’t wait to get dressed again.




Moments later, she was hidden again underneath the staircase. She had grabbed her clothing, but had hesitated to get dressed, instead reading the next text from her master.

“Hope your enjoying masters knew toy”

Emma held her phone out at arms length, blowing a kiss as she took a selfie, sending it to her master with her story of how she almost got caught three separate times, and how she was grateful for her new toy.

They laugh and giggle, fantasising about what could have happened if anyone had caught her. The humiliation of being found topless causing Emma’s pussy to soak her panties, her face turning bright red, loving every moment.

Then Emma’s next task came through, masters text short once again, “post a pic online holding a pair of boxers. You have twenty minutes.”

Emma cursed her master, her mind trying to figure out how to complete the task. With only twenty minutes, she couldn’t walk anywhere, and the buses were always unreliable this far from the city. Her only option would be Adams house round the corner from the school! She gets dressed and grabs her bag, thanking her master as she runs to the front door, stopping only to stare at a sign on the wall.

Swimming classes
Monday
6:30-7:30
All ages welcome

Could she?

No, too risky.

But yes!

What if I’m caught?

I’ll just look.

Her feet carry her back along the corridor, heading towards the swimming pool. She had to check, make sure it wasn’t possible.

Standing outside the changing rooms, she presses her ear to the door, listening. No sound.

Perfect, no one there. Pushing open the door, she double checks. Still no sound. Looking back into the corridor, it’s still empty. No one catching her awkwardly entering the male changing rooms.

Entering the changing room, her risk pays off. Clearly the middle of a lesson, with several sets of clothes lying on benches around the room. Running to the nearest bench, she grabs the boxers on top, undeterred by the hideous red black and blue strips. Taking out her phone, she takes a selfie, holding the boxers in clear view.

With her heart pounding, the picture was sent to her master. Wanting to escape, Emma places her hand on the handle of the door, but she pauses for just a moment. Desperate to please her master, Emma walks to the far side of the room, the bright red football shirt having caught her eye.

She had seen it before today on her way into school, the material close to bursting at the time now lay hanging delicately from a hook on the wall, large letters spelling “Williams” across the back. Everyone knew about Jack. He was the best quarterback the school had ever had, and his ability on the pitch was matched in the bedroom if the rumours were to be believed. With his sharp jaw line, handsome looks and amazing body figure, he had the pick of any girl in school. Rumours had it he had slept with several girls in Emma’s year in the past few weeks alone. Although none of the girls would spill how he was in bed, everyone had heard about his nine inch monster cock, and his dick pic had spread round the school last year quicker than herpes at an orgy! All this had done with deepen Emma’s urge to be kidnapped by him one day. Kidnapped and raped in the back of his car, and then left by the side of the road, forced to walk home in her torn and cum stained clothing.

She was now standing my his shirt, his boxers already in her hand. She could steal his boxers, forever have a memory of him. Or she could quickly rub them against her wet cunt, coating his boxers in her juices, making him coat his cock in her pussy juices later.

The silent debate continued inside her mind, debating over what would drive her horny in the years to come. Before coming to a conclusion however, the silence was interrupted by footsteps.

She turns, facing the exit from the pool, dropping jacks boxers back onto the bench, Emma now frozen where she stands.

Four guys all walk into view, water dripping from every part of their body, fresh out the pool. Laughing and giggling, they barely notice Emma frozen in the corner of the changing room. Jacks leading his group of friends, running his fingers through his hair, his eyes falling on Emma as he stops in the middle of the room, a small grin falling on his face.

Except Emma wasn’t looking as the smirk. Before Emma stood four guys, soaking wet, dressed in nothing but matching speedos. Each of them were hosting impressive bulges and well defined six packs, Emma was spoilt for choice of where to look!

“Come here”

A voice filled the room, Emma unsure of where it came from.

“Come here”

There it was again, louder and more aggressive than the first time. Emma’s first steps were small and timid, her nerves getting the better of her. She was terrified, frightened of what was going to happen, yet she still progressed towards him.

Jack placed his hand on her shoulder, smiling for just a moment as he looked into her frightened eyes. Jacks fingers dig into her shoulder blades, forcing her down onto her knees. In front of Emma were now four well defined cocks, held tightly against their host, every vein visible through their latex restraint.

Her heart told her to run.

Her brain told her to fight.

The head of Jacks throbbing cock was easy to locate. Following his thick shaft, her eyes soon fell upon the prominent shape she was looking for. At a terrifying nine inches long, it was the longest cock she had even set eyes upon, marginally bigger than her masters. A quick glance at his mates made Emma shake. Each were now sporting similar bulges, two of them maybe seven inches long, and the fourth cock a more manageable four.

Emma knows who was in charge. She places her hands on jacks hips, pulling herself in towards him. She places the tip of her tongue on his cock, running it from the base to the tip, finishing with a gentle kiss on his head.


Having shown her devotion, Emma was grabbed by her hair and dragged into the showers. She couldn’t see who was dragging her, but she put up no resistance. The only sound she made was when she was thrown against a wall, the cold tiles bringing a shock to her system.

She forces a smile, blowing a cheeky little kiss to the four cocks. Hunched up against the cold tiles of the open showers, Emma waited for someone to make a move. She waited for someone to pull out their cock and force it down her throat, making her gag as he fucked her face, pulling out only so he could finish on her face. “It’s a shame there’s only four” she thought to herself, “I could have been here for hours”

Desperate to live out one of her favourite fantasies, Emma propped herself up onto her knees, holding her hands behind her back, waiting patiently. As Jack crouched down beside her, one of the boys disappeared. Emma didn’t make out who, she was too focused on Jacks hand, which was now grabbing tightly at her throat, restricting all breathing.

With her hands remaining behind her back, Jack had no issue pinning her against the wall, his biceps pushing against Emma like it was another day in the gym. Jack spat on Emma’s face, the smile still refusing to disappear from her face. “Looks like this slut has been trained to accept abuse” he said, laughing to his friends, “she could be useful.”
 
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Anyone needing another update??


Emma’s anxiety begins to rise as she watches Jack taking a few steps back, apparently having lost interest in her. Tied to the shower above her head, she had no way out. She was at their complete control and mercy, and yet they appeared to have no interest in her. Her mind began to think. What happens if they just leave me? Who’s in next?

Then she screamed.

The cold water against her body was unexpected, and she soon realised her mistake. From the corner of her eye, she catches the hand coming down across her face, stroking her cheek. She could hear Jacks voice from across the room, “the less noise you make Emma the easier this will be for you” he jokes.

Emma cowers under the shower, still drenching her body in freezing water, unsure what to expect next. She tilts her head, directing the shower onto her cheek to ease the sting. Despite wanting to curl up and call her master, she knows who’s in charge.

“This is a dream come true, Emma!” She thinks to herself, “don’t spoil it for yourself.”

She forces herself to kneel straight, ignoring the water engulfing her body. By now, all four boys had removed their speedos and were enjoying their own cold showers. Emma smiled once again, excited to have her own private show. Four well hung guys stood in front of her with matching six packs, each unable to resist the temptation of running their hands up and down their shaft, teasing the head with their fingers.

Emma didn’t know where to look. She had four masters, each stroking a throbbing cock, and she was desperate to suck each and everyone. She watched on as the four boys rinsed the soap from their bodies, laughing and joking about Emma as if she wasn’t there. What to do with her was their top priority. Use her here and leave her, or take her home for future use.

Jack gently strolls across, running his hand up and down every inch of his cock with every step. Emma couldn’t take her eyes away from his tip, bouncing its way towards her. She closes her eyes, tilts her head back, and opens her mouth. Emma knew her place, and what was expected of her.

Jack stops just in front of his newest toy, her head tilted back, waiting for his cock. With his hands placed firmly on her shoulders, he pressed his thumbs against the underside of her chin, tilting her head further back, much against her will. Jack rests the head of his cock on her lips, the softness a pleasant contrast against his cock.

Emma’s tongue runs along the underside of jacks cock, teasing his head as her lips roll over the top of his cock, making his body shudder. Jack runs his fingers through her hair as he leans further into her body, driving his cock deeper down Emma’s throat. It’s not long before Emma’s gagging on his cock, her back pressed up against the cold tiles with nowhere else to go, and he’s still sliding his cock down her throat.

Soon Emma feels jacks balls resting against her chin, his cock now fully down her throat. She forces herself to smile, taking the opportunity to run the tip of her tongue between his balls, making jack moan deeply. He pulls his cock from her throat, allowing Emma to breathe once again, but Emma’s straining at the restraints, desperate to feel his shaft filling her throat.
 
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Just discovered the tasks for Emma to complete and thoroughly enjoying them, well written and a great plot. Must be time for some much needed updates on her progress?

Looking forward to reading more.
 

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Please don't leave Emma in the shower... I would love to know whatbhapoens next
 

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Hey guys

Although I love the fact that Emma’s story is still getting noticed by new people, life got busy while I was writing this one and my flow for it has gone 😔

That does mean that Emma won’t be continue until this story, but she certainly will be featuring in a new adventure of her own soon enough.

Feel free to leave ideas on what you fee Emma should be getting up to next and I’ll try my best to squeeze in the ideas that I like ☺️

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Darkside94
 

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