Tutored In Temptation Pt 03

Author's Note: All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All characters involved in sexual activities in this story are over 18 years of age. Obviously, this type of behaviour from a teacher is not condoned in real life.

All comments and feedback are welcomed.

HF

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Emily stood at the front of her classroom, staring blankly at the chalkboard, her mind swirling with a wild flurry of thoughts that refused to settle despite her best, most concerted efforts. It was first period on Monday. The first day back at school after a weekend where her life had changed. Where she had taken the ultimate step -- a step a teacher should never even consider, much less take with one of her students. Not just any student though -- Darius Okoro, the star of the Prestwood Academy's football team, an Upper Sixth Form student on a scholarship from Ashford United Football Club. A young, Nigerian man with a great future ahead of him.

But that was what he was last week. Now, after the weekend, he was something else, something that made all of those things pale in comparison for Emily -- now he was her lover. Everything had changed over the weekend and her life, once so orderly and precise, now felt confused and uncertain.

As she stood there, the faint hum of chatter from her students behind her filling the room, she felt detached, lost in a haze of conflicting emotions. Lust, passion, desire -- all of these things battled with the intense feelings of guilt, shame and regret. The memories of Saturday morning in his cousin's apartment continued to flood back -- Darius's touch, the way he had so tenderly undressed her, the thrill of their secret encounter, and the intoxicating rush of pleasure that had felt so liberating yet equally so forbidden at the same time. It was a heady mix of emotions, something she'd never experienced before and something that, even now, days later, she struggled to try to process.

Emily couldn't help but recall the moment her young Black student had pressed the swollen head of his thick ebony penis against the entrance to her vagina, slowly entering her Caucasian body, a sensation of fullness and stretching her that was unlike anything she had experienced before. It had been exhilarating, raw, and deeply intimate in a way that she had never experienced, not even with her husband. The way Darius had looked at her, his dark eyes filled with intensity, with passion, with desire, made her heart race even now, several days after the event.

"Mrs. Lancaster?" One of her students, a bright, redheaded girl named Lucy, raised her hand, snapping Emily back to the present. She turned to face her class, a nervous look on her face. 'Did they realise what I was thinking about?' she thought to herself. "Can we discuss the homework?" Lucy asked, an inquisitive look on her face.

"Umm, yes... of course," Emily replied, forcing a smile as she picked up her textbook from the desk in front of her and opened it to the homework page. But even as she did, her thoughts were still miles away, drifting back to the risk she had taken with the young Black teenager, the son of Nigerian immigrants, a talented footballer at her school on a sports scholarship.

But Darius was not just a student; he was someone from a completely different world to her -- racially, culturally and socially. The implications of their budding illicit relationship weighed heavily on Emily, every thought she had of it wrapped equally in layers of both shame and excitement.

As the class continued, Emily's mind raced through the implications of what had happened, what she had willingly done with her teenage student. She felt a mixture of exhilaration and fear. Was she really prepared to continue this affair? The way Darius had made her feel -- alive, desired -- was intoxicating. But there was so much at stake. Her marriage, her job, her reputation. Not to mention his scholarship and the opportunity for a better life. 'What are we doing? What am I doing?' She tried to answer these questions in her mind as she recited the material from the textbook to the class.

As she led the class through a discussion on the homework they had been assigned, her thoughts continued to drift back to the previous Saturday morning in Darius's cousin's apartment -- the location of the consummation of their affair that had had been growing in intensity over the past few weeks. The sensation of Darius, the way he felt inside her, surged back into her mind with a force that left her filled with both anxiety at what they had done and deep, intense longing to be with him again, even if only for a short time.

The feelings of guilt that gnawed deeply within Emily's heart intertwined with intense feelings of exhilaration, the memories of the experience still so unbelievably raw and powerful for her. She felt like she was living a double life -- one a dutiful wife, a devoted mother, and a professional teacher, the other a passionate adulteress. As much as she tried, she couldn't shake the intoxicating memory of the pleasure he had given her. With a sudden shock, she realised part of her didn't want to let this memory go.

It was so intense; so unlike anything she'd experienced before. She hadn't had many lovers before Darius; several boyfriends in university, a lone one-night stand that she had kept as her most closely guarded secret, and then Jonathan, her husband. She had enjoyed all of them in varying degrees. Some were larger than others, her husband being the largest by a fraction, and all of them had satisfied her. Or so she had thought. Then there was Darius.

Emily couldn't stop the slight tremble in her legs as she recalled the fullness of him -- more than she had ever felt before. When he had entered her, stretched her, probed her cervix with the head of his black cock, it was as if every part of her had awakened, and she couldn't shake the memory of how he, her young Black student, had filled her so perfectly, so completely. 'How could something so wrong feel so good?'

But it wasn't just the feel of his ebony manhood inside her, his incredible black cock that had transformed her world. Despite her penchant for her partners to climax inside her, to feel the intimate connection of their ejaculation inside her womb, it was the sensation of Darius's release, deep inside her, filling her in a way that was unlike anything she had ever experienced, that had taken their first coupling to a whole new level. It was thick, warm and creamy -- so unlike the feeling of any of her previous partners. His sperm felt virile and powerful in a way that reflected his own youthful virility and potency.

It was this virility, this potency, which caused a slight shiver of fear to course through her every time she remembered the moment he came inside her. Despite her diligent use of her birth control pills, there was always a slight risk. What if she got pregnant? What would her husband think if he knew that a young Black man had deposited his cum deep inside his wife?

Turning the page of the textbook, Emily directed a question to one of the students in the class. However, she only half-heard his answer, her mind now drifting from the risks to the connection she felt towards Darius. Was this some fleeting passion... or something deeper? What did he want to do, where did he want to take this? Her marriage and family complicated the situation immeasurably, despite the fact that it was Jonathan's frequent absences that had allowed her to fall into her young, Black student's arms. 'What happens when he finishes school... goes to the Ashford United Academy?' she thought to herself. That was less than a year away -- would that be the end of this affair?

"Yes, Brian... that's correct," she replied in response to an answer proffered by one of her students as she continued to struggle with the lingering feeling of guilt in her mind. 'No... not just guilt... a sense of betrayal... I've betrayed Jonathan and Sophie...' she thought to herself, doing her best to keep her expression composed as this thought echoed in her mind. 'What happens if Sophie finds out?' The thought was almost too painful to comprehend. Her beloved daughter was the centre of her world -- something like this would crush her and tear her family apart if it was discovered.

Just then, Emily saw one of the students at the back of the room, Jason McDonald, lean forward to flick the back of Samantha Henderson's hair with his ruler. The blonde-haired girl spun around in her seat. "Hey! What are you doing?" she cried out. He grinned impishly at her -- the typical class clown.

SLAM!

The sound of Emily slapping her textbook down on the desk in front of her echoed around the room like a gunshot. Every eye in the room snapped back towards, her students taking in her stern expression -- this wasn't the normal Mrs. Lancaster, the prim and proper, but much-loved English teacher. This was someone else.

Emily's blue eyes glared at Jason, who seemed to realise that he'd stepped over the line with her and started to seemingly wilt into his seat under her glare. "Jason McDonald, report to the Form Master's office, right now," Emily said in a low voice, one even more frightening than if she had yelled it across the room.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, the young student stood up and made his way out of the class, Emily's eyes on his back as he walked out the door. Taking a deep breath, Emily picked up the textbook and returned to her discussion on the homework with her class.

As she did, she thought about her role -- she was a teacher, an educator, a mentor, a role model, and yes, even a disciplinarian, to her students. And that included Darius. However, the events of the weekend had turned this relationship on its head. The rules were clear -- and clear for a reason. The power dynamics between her, a teacher, and him, a student, were considerable. Despite both of them willingly entering into the affair, and Darius being eighteen years old, an adult in the eyes of the law, her role as a teacher meant that she should have known better, that the onus was on her to behave, to control her emotions and feelings towards her students.

The thought of her losing her job, of losing her teaching accreditation, of losing everything she had worked so hard for cut deep into her heart. What would everyone say if it was discovered? Darius was young, ambitious, and came from a background that was often misunderstood. Their differences were stark, and she was acutely aware of how society would judge them. Would society think she was a predator, preying on a helpless young man? The fact that Darius was Black, the son of Nigerian immigrants, and she was a White, upper-middle class wife and mother, added another degree of complexity -- would she be seen by society as indulging in a taboo fantasy? Enjoying the delights of a well-hung young Black man before returning to her White world?

She knew that, even if she wasn't breaking the law by having an affair with her student, many in society would look upon her relationship with him with distain, perhaps even distaste. She knew that although the United Kingdom was quite a progressive society, many would see such a relationship as going outside of accepted social and cultural norms -- an older White woman with a much younger Black man. She could only imagine the lurid tabloid headlines if what they had done was ever discovered.

If they were, she would be extremely lucky to avoid prison. At best, she'd lose her job and her accreditation, her career over, not to mention the impact it would have on her marriage. 'Somehow I don't think Jonathan would react too well to something like this...' she thought to herself. That didn't even consider the impact it would have on Darius's budding football career -- it would be unlikely that Ashford United would accept him into the Academy or the Club with something like this hanging over his head...

Emily placed the textbook down and asked if there were any more questions regarding the homework. Several hands shot up. 'Perhaps if they actually read the homework instructions...' she thought to herself with a touch of resignation. "Yes, Phillip?" she said, directing her attention to one of the students sitting at the front of the class.

As she answered her student's question, her mind continued to drift -- still considering what she, and Darius, had gotten themselves into. It was clear that he was very much attracted to her -- what was it though, she thought? They came from different worlds, different races, different backgrounds. Perhaps it was that -- the differences? Or maybe it was the way she'd treated him -- accepted him, looked past his background. That in itself wasn't easy in a school like Prestwood, a school full of privilege and entitlement.

She had looked upon him as someone who she could help -- help succeed in life, make something of himself. 'Isn't that what teachers are meant to do?' she thought contemplatively to herself. That was important, but was it something else, something deeper?

The physical aspect was certainly something that could have led to the affair. Darius -- a toned, dark young man in the peak of his physical fitness. How could she not be attracted to someone like that? This was even more the case when he displayed attraction towards her, a middle-aged wife and mother. Despite her loving marriage to Jonathan, Darius was everything he wasn't -- young, virile, passionate. Black.

The last thought really drew her in -- was she attracted to him because he was Black or despite it? She'd never really been attracted to Black men before, despite being hit on more than once by one of them. But there was something about Darius that was different, his youth, his intensity, his virility. The promise of something different, something risky and exciting that lay outside of her loving, but predictable, marriage.

She knew in her heart that she and Jonathan still loved each other, but the demands of his job had pulled them apart. His long hours in the office and time away travelling had given them a comfortable life. But it had grown distant, cold, routine. Darius offered a forbidden thrill that excited Emily in a way she couldn't even describe, despite the risks they were taking. Nonetheless, something told her that this thing they had, whatever it was, would be hard to let go of if she ever had to decide between Darius and her family. This last realisation terrified her, and she hoped she would never be placed in such a predicament.

Just as she finished reflecting on this discomforting thought the bell rang, signalling the end of the class, and the students filed out, laughing and chatting as she called out to them, reminding them of their homework. 'Or they could just read what they need to do...' As she last student left the classroom, Emily lingered for a moment, gathering her materials slowly, as if the weight of the upcoming meeting with Darius later for their tutoring session was pressing down on her shoulders. 'How will he react to me after Saturday?' The thought sent a jolt of illicit anticipation through her, mixed with a subtle sense of dread and guilt.

Pausing in the quietness of the empty classroom, she allowed herself to again briefly recall the sensation of his release deep inside her, the way he had filled her completely with his warm, thick African sperm. She recalled how pleasurable it felt, but more importantly, how it had solidified their close connection in that intimate moment they shared together.

Nonetheless, she remembered how after the pleasure had subsided, a wave of guilt and anxiety had crashed over her. What if she got pregnant? There would be no hiding the parentage of the child, not with Darius's complexion being so dark and both Jonathan and hers being so fair skinned. Emily doubted in her heart that she'd be able to go through with an abortion if she ever fell pregnant, the pain and guilt would be too much for her. However, she was also acutely aware that the birth of a mixed-race baby, a Black baby, would likely mean the end of her marriage to Jonathan -- moreover, everyone would immediately realise that she had cheated on him with a Black man. With a slight shiver, Emily did her best to push this disconcerting thought from her mind.

Despite the risks, Emily couldn't deny the pleasure and intimacy she found in her partner's ejaculating inside her -- part of her wanted to experience that fully with Darius, to not deny him the thing that she had shared with all of her other partners. Could she take that pleasure, that connection, that intimacy away from him just because he was Black?

She trusted him, trusted that he would keep his end of the agreement -- to keep their relationship the utmost secret. But it was more than that, something deeper. When she was around him, despite her age and maturity, she felt... vulnerable. This vulnerability had never been as stark as that moment when she'd allowed him to come inside her -- to fill her Caucasian womb with his African seed, to risk all and everything in that one moment.

Nevertheless, this connection she felt with him, the trust, the vulnerability, all of it clashed in her mind with the dire consequences that awaited them, particularly her, if she ever fell pregnant to him or they were discovered. Every time she thought about it, she felt conflicted, confused -- the clash of these two thoughts creating a deep sense of cognitive dissonance in her mind. It was a feeling that she struggled to address.

'Will he want to sleep with me again?' Emily thought to herself as she finally made her way out of the classroom. 'He certainly seemed like he wanted to on Saturday...' The thought of again sleeping with him sent a shiver down her spine. It was as if Darius had awakened something in her that she had long thought dormant.

But, as she made her way down the corridor, she realised that awakening came with the harsh reality of her choices. What would happen if anyone found out? The very idea made her stomach both turn with fear and an illicit thrill.

She absentmindedly nodded at a colleague as she passed, barely registering the casual "Good morning, Emily." Her mind still locked on thoughts of seeing Darius later on that afternoon. Moreover, how would he react? How would she react? The guilt of what they had done sat in her chest like a stone, but the memory of his touch, of the passion they had shared on the Saturday, just wouldn't let her go.

As she turned the corner into one of the quieter hallways, she saw a group of students standing by the lockers. She snapped herself back to the present, forcing a neutral smile. "Morning, Mrs. Lancaster," one of the older boys said, his voice cheerful, unaware of the maelstrom of conflicting thoughts in the attractive teacher's mind.

"Good morning, Ben," she replied, her voice steady but distant. Ben and his friends quickly went back to their conversation, but Emily's thoughts immediately shifted back to Darius. She would see him this afternoon for their tutoring session. How was she going to face him? After what they had done, could she look him in the eye and pretend things were normal?

She slowed her pace, moving over to stan near a window where the weak overcast light filtered in. Emily glanced out at the perfectly manicured grounds outside, the playing fields in the distance. Her gaze landed on the football fields -- the ones where Darius practiced. What had she done? A student. Her student. It was wrong, very wrong, and she knew it. But every time she tried to focus on the guilt, the pleasure of that morning cut through her thoughts. The way he had looked at her, touched her, entered her. The way she had felt as he had thrust in and out of her, stretching her, probing her most intimate place, the core of her femininity, and then, finally, climaxing inside her, filling her fertile womb with his potent African essence -- all of it had made her feel alive in a way she hadn't felt in so very long.