Tutored in Temptation

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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Emily stepped into her hotel room and closed the door behind her. Her lithe body aching from the long day of presentations and networking at the conference while the evening Edinburgh air had left a chill clinging to her body, despite her stylish coat, fitted blazer and pencil skirt. Her conversation with Chris, and, more importantly, the implications it stood for, still lingered at the back of her mind, mixed in with the hours of presentations, discussions, and networking sessions that she'd attended.

I'm exhausted, she thought to herself. Part of her wanted nothing else than to collapse on her hotel bed and fall asleep. Even without the underlying stress and anxiety that came with having an affair, it had been a hectic period for her leading up to the end of the year. Nonetheless, she felt a tingle of excitement in her loins at what she knew was waiting for her. She paused at the hallway of the room, taking in the arousing sight on display before her.

Darius lay sprawled across the bed, his long legs stretched out, clad in a snug pair of black athletic shorts that emphasised his powerful thighs. His fitted white t-shirt hugged his chest and arms, and his attention was lazily focused on the television screen. The faint light from the screen played across his rich, dark skin, making him look both relaxed and exuding a magnetic attraction. God, he's handsome...

"Hey, Em," he said, his grin spreading wide the moment he saw her. His eyes sparkled with warmth, the tension of her day melting slightly under his gaze. "How was the conference?"

Emily sighed as she dropped her handbag and laptop bag onto the desk, before slipping out of both her coat and blazer as she unbuttoned the collar of her blouse. "Tiring," she admitted, her voice carrying the weight of the day. Her heels clicked softly on the floor as she walked further into the room, and she could already feel the ache in her feet easing at the thought of taking them off.

Darius swung his legs off the bed and stood, his tall frame moving toward her with an easy grace that hinted at his athletic background. He leaned in, cupping her face with one hand as his lips found hers. His kiss was warm, a heady mix of welcome and unspoken promise of more to come, and she melted into it for a brief moment before pulling back with a tired smile.

"How was your day?" she asked, her voice softer now.

He shrugged, his lips twisting into a playful smile as he looked at her. "Went for a run around the city, then hit the gym downstairs. Needed something to keep me busy while I missed you."

Despite her fatigue, her heart fluttered at his words, and she bit her lip to contain her grin. "Missed me, did you?"

"You know I did," he said, his voice low and suggestive, sending a pleasant and arousing shiver down her spine.

"Well," she said, stepping back and kicking off her heels with a relieved sigh, "let me freshen up first... and then maybe you can show me how much you missed me..."

Grabbing a small bag from her travel luggage, she made her way to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, Emily took a moment to exhale, her reflection in the mirror showing a mix of exhaustion and anticipation at what was about to occur. She was alone again with him, her dark god of pleasure, the whole night ahead for them to continue their exploration of each other's bodies. Her vagina started to moisten just at the thought of his thick, black cock buried deep inside her, her pale body exploding in ecstasy.

I wonder if he'll like this... she thought as she opened the bag. Inside was a sheer black babydoll nightie. It had been a present from Jonathan, something to spice up their sex-life several years earlier. It had worked, but the sexy garment had been soon relegated to the back of her lingerie drawer in favour of more practical and comfortable sleepwear.

Her mind raced as she changed out of her work clothes, slipping into the nightie, something that she hoped would drive Darius wild with excitement. After she pulled on the sheer babydoll nightie, Emily adjusted the straps, letting the gauzy fabric skim over her body. Hmm... fits better than I expected, she thought both happily and excitedly to herself. Not bad for a 35-year-old...

She stood in front of the mirror, touching up her make-up, brushing a hint of colour on her cheeks and perfecting the line of her lips. She had left her thigh-high stockings on, the contrast of the dark nylon fabric against her pale skin accentuating her legs. Beneath the translucent nightie, her light pink aureoles, and the neatly trimmed patch of dark hair at the junction of her thighs were daringly visible and she hoped these would have an intimate and arousing effect on Darius.

When she appeared from the bathroom, Darius's reaction was instant. His deep brown eyes widened as they roved over her toned, pale figure, the sheer material leaving nothing to the imagination. His grin was slow and appreciative as he took her in. "Wow..." he muttered softly, whistling his appreciation.

"You like?" she asked with a flirty grin, her voice teasing.

"You bet," he said, his voice a husky growl.

Emily sauntered toward him, her hips swaying with deliberate allure. "It's something I had in the back of my wardrobe for a while," she said, her tone low and sultry. "Thought you might like to see it... or what's underneath."

His breath hitched, and he sat up straighter on the bed, resting on his elbows, his eyes never leaving her. "I think you already know the answer to that, Em," he murmured.

Her grin widened as she climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, her body moving with feline grace. She paused, glancing at the television that still flickered in the corner of her vision. Tilting her head towards the television, she gave him a coy look. "So... are you going to watch that... or fuck me with that big, black cock of yours?" she whispered, her refined upper-middle class English accent wrapping around the words like the softest silk.

Darius reached for the remote without hesitation, switching off the television and tossing the remote aside. "No contest," he said, his voice thick with desire for his married teacher. Emily giggled seductively and continued to crawl towards him up over his lower body and then gently pushing him back onto the bed. "Good choice..." she purred.

Emily straddled his waist, her thighs pressing against his hips as she settled comfortably atop him. She could feel the heat radiating from his body through the thin, sheer material of her nightie, the hardness beneath her making her cheeks flush. Her hands slid up his chest, her fingers teasing at the edges of his t-shirt before tangling in the short curls at the nape of his neck.

"I've been waiting for this all day," she murmured, leaning down to capture his thick, black lips in a kiss. It was a kiss filled with passion, her lips moving against his with an urgency that mirrored the fluttering in her chest. Darius hands gripped her waist, pulling his married teacher closer as his tongue swept across her bottom lip.

Her body responded instinctively to the young African teenager, arching into him as his black hands slid under the hem of her nightie, the touch of his palms against her bare white skin setting her nerves alight with a growing arousal. Emily broke the kiss only to press her lips along the line of his jaw, her breath warm against his skin.

"Missed me, did you?" she teased, her voice breathy and full of need.

"More than you know," he replied, his hands tightening on her hips as he guided her closer to him.

Emily leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Darius's ear as her hands slid beneath the hem of his t-shirt. Her voice dropped into a sultry whisper. "Good..." she whispered. "Now... let's get rid of this..."

Her fingers worked the fabric upwards, revealing the sculpted surface of his pectorals. She admired the ripple of muscle beneath his smooth, dark skin, her palms tracing the curve of his clavicle and gliding over the firm ridged surface of his abdomen. His deep brown chest rose and fell under her touch, the warmth of his body radiating into her palms. She tossed the t-shirt aside and let her soft, pale hands linger for a moment, her fingertips exploring the defined contours of his deltoids and biceps. My God, he feels so good... so sexy... she thought excitedly, her arousal peaking at the sight of her young African lover beneath her.

"And I don't think you'll need these either..." she murmured, her hands moving to the waistband of his shorts. Her tone was teasing, her eyes glinting with playful intent as she hooked her thumbs into the elastic and gave it a gentle tug. Darius smirked as he raised his hips off the bed, his dark body easily lifting the weight of his teacher straddling him. His own fingers worked swiftly to push the shorts out from under her and down his powerful, muscular legs. With a quick motion, he kicked them off, the garment landing somewhere near the chair by the window.

Emily's breath hitched as she took in the sight of his body, now completely bare beneath her as he lowered himself back down into position on the bed. His black cock springing free from its confinement, resting against her thigh. Long. Thick. Black. Heavy. It seemed to pulse with arousal and anticipation, and she felt her body react instinctively to the sight of it, her English pussy moistening in anticipation of welcoming its best friend back into its warm, intimate embrace.

She settled herself back into position, straddling his hips, and couldn't resist the small smile that spread across her face. "Very good, Mr. Okoro," she said, slipping into her best authoritative tone, one eyebrow arching as her lips curved into a mischievous smile. "It seems you can follow directions."

Darius grinned, his eyes blazing with a mix of excitement and arousal. "Yes, Miss," he replied, playing along, his voice a low and rich sound that sent a thrill of taboo excitement through her.

Emily let out a soft laugh, a sound that turned into a shiver of anticipation as she shifted her hips against him, rubbing her crotch against the hardness of his cock. Her fingers slid down his chest, tracing the faint line of hair leading from his sternum to his navel before slipping lower, reaching for his ecstasy-inducing black cock. "Now... let's see what else you're good at..." she whispered as she lifted her hips and tilted them, using her hand to align his cock with her quivering entrance. As she did, she leaned in to brush her lips against his once again before sinking down onto him in one slow, deliberate motion, her body stretching to accommodate his girth as he filled her completely.

The sensation was electric, and a deep groan escaped her lips as their black and white bodies connected again in the most intimate way possible. Darius let out a low, guttural moan, his hands moving to grip her hips firmly, ensuring she was fully seated on him, before sliding upward to cup her breasts through the sheer fabric of her nightie. His black thumbs brushed over his teacher's pink nipples, the gentle pressure sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Emily gasped at the erotic sensation, her back arching as his hands kneaded her soft flesh, his touch both tender and commanding.

Emily's fingers braced against his chest, her nails digging lightly into his black skin as she adjusted to him. The intimacy of the moment overwhelmed her senses -- his heat, his strength, his hardness, the way his beautiful black cock fit so perfectly within her white body.

Emily adjusted herself slightly, her knees pressing into the mattress as she straddled Darius, her sheer nightie cascading around her thighs and her black nylon stockings grazing his dark skin. Slowly, she began to move, rolling her hips in wide, deliberate circles, testing the rhythm as Darius let out a low groan.

"Fuckkk..." he gasped. "God, Em, that feels... uhhh... fantastic," he murmured as her body rocked against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as the pleasure began to build deep inside her, his long black cock exploring the upper recesses of her vaginal sheath, stimulating her in ways that Jonathan never could. Darius's hands slid down her sides and tightened around her hips, his touch firm and sure, guiding her movements as his own hips began to rise up to meet hers.

Emily's head tipped back, her dark hair tumbling over her pale shoulders as she let out a soft cry as the head of his cock probed the entrance to her cervix with each movement, as if demanding admission to her womb. The muscles in her thighs quivered with exertion as she rocked up and down, but the deep, primal pleasure that radiated from her core spurred her on. Her mind was a whirlwind, torn between the intensity of the physical connection and the dangerous thrill of what they were doing. She had never felt more alive when she was with him like this, and yet a small part of her wondered if the risk of it all was what made it so intoxicating.

"D... Darius... you... uhhh... feel so good... so thick... so deep... so... black..." she hissed naughtily, giving a squeeze with her vaginal muscles that were clamped around his thick cock as she said the word black. Darius gasped at the sensation, his eyes widening in surprise and excitement. Seeing his reaction, Emily leaned forward, changing the angle slightly so that her pelvis pressed more firmly against his. The deeper sensation made the married teacher gasp softly, and she paused to grind against her younger student, savouring the amazing fullness and friction it created in her loins. Darius's fingers tightened on her hips, his dark eyes locked on hers, his breathing heavy as he whispered, "Yeah... fuck... just like that..."

Encouraged by his reaction, Emily experimented further, lifting her hips higher and then sinking back down slowly, letting him feel every inch of her as she clenched her internal muscles rhythmically around him. His head fell back against the pillow, and he let out a deep groan.

"Em... you're fucking driving me... uhhh... insane," he said, his voice strained with pleasure.

She grinned playfully, adjusting again, this time sitting upright with her back arched slightly, which changed the depth and angle of his penetration. Rocking her hips back and forth in a shallow, steady motion, she felt the head of his shaft brush against a sensitive spot deep within her canal. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, and her own moan filled the air.

"This angle..." she said breathlessly, her voice trembling with pleasure. This was what she lived for, the moments of illicit ecstasy she shared with her young African student. "Right there... It feels so good..."

Darius gritted his teeth, his hands sliding up her thighs to rest just beneath the hem of her nightie, his fingers playing with the lacy bands at the tops of her stockings. "You... uhhh... feel amazing, Em... don't stop," he urged, his voice thick with desire.

She felt his fingers on her thighs, exploring the lacy tops of her stockings. "You... uhhh... like these... my... uhhh... stockings..." she panted softly. Darius nodded eagerly, his fingers gripping her pale thighs even more tightly.

"Good... uhhh... maybe I'll... uhhh... wear them more often... uhhh... save you from... uhhh... ruining my tights all the time..." she panted with a little grin before she closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his cock inside of her.

After a few moments, Emily shifted again, leaning forward until her chest was pressed lightly against his. Her hips rolled in tighter, slower circles, grinding down with each movement to maximise the friction. Darius groaned deeply, his fingers sliding up from her thighs to her waist, holding her steady as his body tensed beneath her.

"Fuck... Emily..." he murmured, his voice barely more than a rasp.

She paused briefly, brushing her lips against his ear. "Too much for you?" she teased softly, the playful lilt in her voice making him chuckle despite his obvious strain.

"You know exactly what you're doing," he said with a grin, his hands squeezing her waist before guiding her into a faster rhythm. She obliged, increasing her pace, her hips lifting and falling in a steady rhythm. Each descent sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, and her gasps mingled with his groans in the air around them.

Switching again, Emily slowed her movements, rising high on her knees before sinking down in slow, deliberate motions. The intensity of the angle made her cry out softly, and she felt Darius trembling beneath her. "So... uhhh... deep..." she whispered, her voice trembling as she clenched her internal muscles around him, adding to the sensation.

"You're... uhhh... fucking awesome," Darius said through gritted teeth, his hands moving to caress her back. "But I don't know how much longer I can hold on..." he groaned.

Emily smirked, her cheeks flushed as she slowed to a torturously slow grind, her hips shifting side to side, eliciting a sharp groan from him. She loved how she could bring him to the edge. "Then let's take our time," she said, her voice soft but teasing, her fingers trailing down his chest.

After a few more moments, she found the perfect rhythm -- her hips lifting and falling at a moderate pace, interspersed with deep, grinding motions that left them both gasping. She leaned forward again, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, her body trembling as she felt the pressure building between them.

"Stay with me," she whispered breathlessly, her forehead resting against his. She could sense the tension within him, how close he was to exploding inside her. She felt a flush of arousal and pride wash over her at how she was able to excite the much young African teenager with her married English body.

Darius groaned loudly, his fingers digging into her waist as his body began to tense. "Emily... I can't..." he managed, his voice raw and full of need. "I... uhhh... I'm... uhhh... getting close," he croaked as he struggled to hold off the climax that threatened to overwhelm him.

"Me too," she whispered as she leaned forward, her hands framing his face as she captured his lips in a heated kiss. Their movements grew more urgent, her hips lifting up and down with an urgent tempo, the room filling with the sounds of their shared pleasure as the inner walls of her vagina clenched tightly around him. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity through her, pulling her closer to the edge with every passing second.

Darius's hands never left her body, one continued to grip her hip while the other slid back up to toy with her breast, his fingers rolling her erect nipple through the sheer fabric. Each touch sent a wave of heat coursing through her, heightening her arousal and driving her closer to the edge.

"Darius..." she breathed, his name escaping her lips like a prayer to a dark pleasure god.

He responded by thrusting up into her with renewed intensity, the force of his movements driving her ever closer to the edge. Emily's body trembled, her thighs burning with exertion as her climax built to a crescendo. She could feel the velvety slickness between them, the evidence of their shared passion heightening her arousal. Her lips moved from his mouth to his neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there and earning a low growl from him.

Emily's thoughts began to scatter, her focus narrowing to the sensations coursing through her body. There was no conference, no husband, no family, no life outside this room -- just the overwhelming connection she felt with the young Black teenager beneath her and the tantalising edge of danger that made it all the more exhilarating. She lost herself completely, surrendering to the passion that consumed them both.