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.
As always, all comments and feedback are welcomed.
HF
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The Edinburgh National Conference Centre was a stunning blend of history and modernity. The main conference building was a grand old structure from the 1800s with high, vaulted ceilings and intricate plasterwork that contrasted with the sleek, state-of-the-art audiovisual equipment used for the conferences and presentations.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted in from a small coffee cart near the main entrance, the delicious beverage drawing teachers in to congregate in small groups to discuss their schools and exchange anecdotes. As she passed through the doors at the main entrance, Emily took a deep breath. Focus, Em... don't think about him... think about work...
The reception desk was packed with conference attendees and Emily joined the queue of teachers chatting amongst themselves. Underneath her coat, she was dressed in her tailored navy blazer that she had paired with a cream silk blouse, giving her an air of restrained elegance. Her tailored black slacks and low-heeled ankle boots completed the ensemble, projecting the image of a poised and accomplished professional educator, perfectly fitting her role as the Deputy Head of English at the Prestwood School.
She counted the number of attendees in the queue ahead of her, waiting to sign-in for the conference and sighed to herself. It seemed that, just like herself, quite a number of other attendees had foregone the previous day's networking and social activities and had arrived today. Glancing around the large, open area, the brown-haired woman saw a number of familiar faces; they were fellow educators, fellow mentors of today's youth of the United Kingdom.
If only they knew how I've been 'mentoring' Darius... she mused to herself as her thoughts turned to her student and secret teenage lover. Getting away with him for several days here in Edinburgh had been risky but already very enjoyable for both of them. The road trip up from her home in Guildford had given them a chance to talk uninterrupted, allowing them to explore their thoughts about where the affair was going, while the hotel room they had shared last night had given them a chance to explore each other's bodies without the need for secrecy. Or discretion, she thought humorously as she recalled how she'd cried out in ecstasy, begging him to fuck her with his big, black...
"Good morning, your name and school, please?" Her pleasant thoughts were interrupted by the young lady sitting behind the counter. "Oh, umm... Emily Lancaster. The Prestwood School," she replied, doing her best to fix a bright smile onto her face. Last night... the hotel...
The lady checked Emily's name off the list in front of her and then collected a pack from a box behind the desk. "Here you go," she said with a smile as she handed the pack to Emily. "Your nametag and lanyard are in the pack, could you please wear them at all times whilst you're in the centre. The conference starts at 9am. The entrance is through those doors over there." She pointed towards the entrance doors to the auditorium.
"Thank you," Emily replied, taking the pack, and making her way over towards the entrance doors. They were open and a steady stream of attendees were already filing in to take their seats, ready for the day ahead. Draping the lanyard around her neck, she followed them into the auditorium, doing her best to dispel the lingering thoughts of the previous night.
But, as much as she tried, they stayed there -- a hauntingly intoxicating blend of excitement, arousal, and guilt. The previous night in the privacy of her hotel room, she and Darius had enjoyed each other in a way that they had never experienced before during their several months-long affair.
Their first encounter, just after they'd arrived at the hotel, had been slow and tender. Their next encounter after dinner, had been intense in a way that had surprised, and shocked, both of them. Despite being engaged in a highly forbidden affair with one of her students, Emily had always remained somewhat reserved about certain aspects when around Darius, especially about his racial background.
The son of Nigerian immigrants, the Upper Sixth Form student and star football player for the Prestwood School, was as about as different from Emily as was possible. She, an upper-middle class English woman, came from a background of privilege and comfort, whereas he was at the prestigious school thanks only to a sports scholarship. With her chestnut-brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a slim, toned body with a pale complexion, few people could have imagined her, a married woman in her mid-30s, locked in an illicit and highly taboo affair with him, a Black teenager, with his short, tightly coiled black hair, dark-brown eyes, and an athletic, muscular body with a deep brown complexion.
Emily had always been aware of these differences, it was partly what had attracted her to the handsome, young teenager in the first place. But she'd never emphasised them -- having worked her career in the politically correct environment of the educational system, emphasising his colour, especially in a sexual context, would have been unthinkable, particularly for a White woman like her.
But that had changed last night -- in the heat of passion and with her arousal levels through the roof, she called out for him... no, begged him... to fuck her with his big, black cock. As she'd climaxed, she'd gone further, she begged him to come inside her, to give her his black cum. The words, spoken in the heat of the moment, had both shocked and aroused her in ways she couldn't even fathom, much less describe. But it had been a cathartic moment for her, for both of them, as if by uttering those words they had unlocked a whole new dimension to their relationship.
His 'black' cum... she thought to herself, rather guiltily, as she took her seat, wondering what the attendees sitting nearby would think if they could read her thoughts. Oh, a funny thing happened to me last night, I was being fucked by one of my Black teenage students, telling him to fuck me with his big, black cock and for him to fill me up with his black cum... Hmmm, I don't think that would go down so well, she mused.
It wasn't so much the fact that he was ejaculating inside her -- truth be told, she had enjoyed that degree of intimacy with her partners since her earliest sexual encounters. It wasn't so much that she was worried about falling pregnant -- she was on the pill, though there was always the slight chance that this could occur. It wasn't so much that she, a White woman, a wife, and mother, was begging a young Black teenager to come inside her in such crude, but highly arousing, terms. It was perhaps all of these things that compounded the intensely stimulating effect that such an illicit act, described in such taboo terms, had on both of them.
When they'd spoken about it earlier that morning as she was getting ready for the conference, they had both agreed that it was the most exciting sex they had ever experienced. Combined with their discussion that they had in the car drive up to Edinburgh, where Darius had convinced her to agree to make Jonathan, her husband, wear condoms whenever they had sex so that Darius was the only person to come inside her, had led both of them to realise that they had opened a door that perhaps they never wanted to, or even could, close. With these erotic thoughts bubbling away in her mind, Emily took a deep breath as she watched the Master of Ceremonies take the stage and move towards the lectern. Time to focus, she thought.
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After the obligatory introductions, the keynote speaker took the stage shortly after 9.00am. A distinguished educator, he launched into a detailed presentation and discussion about innovative teaching methodologies and use of technology. Emily jotted down notes diligently, her Deputy Head of English role at the Prestwood School necessitating the need to identify potential new strategies to better engage with her students.
Despite her outward appearance as a professional educator, Emily barely registered the applause as she clapped automatically, her mind far away from the earnest discussion being facilitated by the keynote speaker on stage. As much as she tried, she couldn't help but continue to recall the events of the previous evening. A faint blush rose to her cheeks, and she found herself glancing at the faces around her. What would they do, how would they react, if they knew what I was doing?
