Tainted Teacher

By T.E. Henry

Cassandra, a sexually free-spirited woman, was living her life at her own beat. Love was not in the cards for this sex goddess, or so she thought. She knew her sexual fluidity and unconventional choice of partners might be viewed as unacceptable to most. Thus, her sexual partners were kept as secrets. However, secrets have a way of revealing themselves even when we do not wish them to. As a past lover reemerged, Cassandra is forced to face a life she had been trying to forget.

Would the secrets of her past overshadow and destroy any hopes of finding love?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 30, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984530042

T.E. Henry

Who is T.E Henry? I am a Jamerican, that is a Jamaican American. There are parts of both cultures that has influenced my writing. I can very honestly say the intense sexual side of my writing has definitely been influenced by my Jamaican culture; while the openness to express and share these intensely sexual characters with the world is influenced by my American culture which allows for freedom of expression. I wrote my first compilation of love poems at age sixteen. Yet what did I know of love at that age, not much. Now in the middle of my journey, in this adventure called life, I write from what life has thought me. Who am I, a woman, a sexual being, a goddess, who writes for other goddesses.

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Tainted Teacher

T.E.Henry

Copyright © 2018 by T.E.Henry.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2018906146

ISBN:                         Hardcover                        978-1-9845-3006-6

                                  Softcover                          978-1-9845-3005-9

                                  eBook                                 978-1-9845-3004-2

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 05/29/2018

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 1

Cassandra clutched the sheets, holding on for dear life! She thought about bouncing her ass back against Antonio’s erection but decided against it. Instead she held her position; ass up face down that’s how she liked it. Antonio was lost in their ecstasy, she knew any change in her position might alter his pleasure. He indulged himself, making rapid thrusts inside her. She shrieked, yelped, squeaked, as the pain delivered by each frantic thrusts whipped against her vaginal walls and ended up somewhere next to her kidney. Nevertheless, she welcomed the pain; for pain traveled hand in hand with pleasure, the more painful the better, of that she was sure. Ass up face down, that’s how she remained, that position gave Antonio direct access to the pits of her very soul. Her nature throbbed and she felt completely joined to him. She needed, wanted release and felt her walls vibrating signaling she was close. She felt as the tip of Antonio’s penis expanded confirming that he was also close, closer than she wanted him to be.

Yes Antonio, she moaned, that’s it, work this pussy!

Still lost in ecstasy, Antonio could not respond, his grunts and thrust were now in unison. Cassandra knew his body like a well-tuned car, and so she waited.

Damn! Fuck! Fucking wet pussy! His hold tightened on her hips, he held the lower half of her body in place so that his erection was able to move through her delivering each stroke with precision. The tip of his erection stroked her clit, overwhelmed with pleasure, she clutched the sheets tighter, bite into her pillow and squealed with undignified pleasure. His erection continued to travel deeper into her, producing the same pleasure it had bestowed onto her clit. Her walls throbbed and pulled her closer to her orgasm; still she held on and she waited.

Fuck Cassandra, I think I’m bout to…

Cassandra smiled, she knew it was time. In one swift movement, she lifted her ass up and snatched her pussy off Antonio’s erection. She turned swiftly and shoved him against the wall. Her moves were as furtive as a ninja. With a very heavy hand she slapped his face. The slap pulled him back to reality and obstructed his orgasm. He looked dazed, utterly bewildered, still he smirked at his tormentor. Sex with Cassandra was never boring, never the same and never without risk. But, it was a risk worth taking. Antonio had never meet a woman so completely in tuned with his body. His dick dangled as it tingled with the need to be back inside her wet pussy.

I told your ass not to cum! Her voice was low and firm, she was using her teacher voice. Were you about to cum?! Rhetorical question.Her tone was feminine and seductive, her words meant to both chastised and seduce him. Mind games. She loved playing them, and Antonio was her most recent victim. She was the very epitome of what it meant to be a Scorpio woman in her sexual prime; her essence was that of pure carnal sex. Antonio saw her as nothing less than a sex goddess.

Stuck halfway between erection and ejaculation, Antonio was still too dazed to respond. Instead he stood pressed against the wall, his chest panting from all his previous hard work. His tormentor slapped his face again, harder this time. The slapped tempted him, daring him to defy her will, daring him to test her boundaries. And so he did. Antonio felt like a man who was out of all control. He grabbed her throat and pushed her against the wall. She made a low moan and smirked; encouraging him to continue his aggression. He harshly reached for one of her perfectly shaped breasts, but she swatted his hand away denning him access to their pleasure.

I want more, Cassandra demanded. I told you not to cum, I told you… Antonio tightened his grip around her throat, silencing her. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his, he shoved his tongue into her mouth stealing her words.

Antonio could no longer endure his torture. He liked the games she played, but being denied access to both her nipple and her pussy would have been too much for any man to bear. Her hot tongue touched his and he quickly took hold of it and sucked it, sucked her into submission. Cassandra whimper as she felt her resolved melt. Antonio kissed her deep and hard. He now had one hand clasped behind her head the other pressed firmly in the arch of her back. She wasn’t going to be making anymore quick maneuvers.

Cassandra knew she was losing control of the situation. She opened her eyes to view her lover. Antonio’s eyes were closed. His full eyebrows where arched upward, his emotions exposed on his face. He was truly a beautiful boy, Cassandra thought. She’d dated many Hispanics before, but none like Antonio. His soft tanned skin had been perfectly kissed by the sun. His eyes were deep and dark, filled with knowledge a boy of his age should not have, and when they were open she could easily get lost in them. His strong solid jaw line and short marine like haircut, caused him to look older than his age. He continued to maintain his physical hold of her, frim manly arms, flexed to display their strength. He was her real-life Adonis, hot and sexy, her liquid lava; which burned against her caramel African American skin.

Hmmmm. She moaned as Antonio slipped a finger into her wetness. She had yet to retake control of their love making. She grabbed onto his muscular arm intentionally piercing her long nails into his skin. However, the pain did not hinder his kiss, or his skillful fingering of her clit. Breathless and near the edge, she strained to pull away. But, strong manly hands held her body in place. Cassandra gave in and gave up all control. She frantically began to move her hips on Antonio’s finger, using it as her own personal dildo. Before long she felt the throbbing of her woman as she began to pulse against his finger. She pulled her mouth away from his. Finding his eyes open and watching her she stared into his as she strained for control of her orgasm. Her clit throbbed harder against his finger, as the magic of his touch vibrated pass her clit, bounced of her vaginal walls and tingled down her spine. Rain drops of pre-cum dripped down her legs. Near the edge of lust and love, in the throes of carnal desires their eyes betrayed their emotions. Love, lust, longing addiction, it was all apparent.

Antonio, I’m gonna cum, her soft whisper was almost lost.

Antonio did not allow her to climax on his finger. It was his practice that she should always climax on his penis, he’d always ensure they climaxed together. In one highly skilled move he turned her back around, she was once again ass up and face down, and he was once more tearing down her walls. A boy his age should not be able to do this, Cassandra thought. She snatched the sheets and bite into a pillow as the pleasure the pain was bringing ripped through her vagina, travelled up to her heart and threatened to snatch her soul. She cursed as she felt her walls convulse and explode.

Fuck! Was all Antonio said has he exploded along with her. Fuck! I love you.

Ten minutes later they had yet to recover from their love making. Cassandra laid breathless and completely spent. She felt small drops of liquid leak down her inner thig, she knew Antonio had had a big burst. She smirked as memories of him screaming fuck, teased her. His voiced had exposed him, he had been overtaken by profound emotions. She had taken him, like a witch working black magic she had possessed him. Her pussy had brought him to another world and back again many times over, she had both physically and mentally fucked him. She thoroughly enjoyed mind fucks and this time around she had an overly willing partner. She smirked as she remembered the puzzled look on Antonio’s face as she had slapped him. With each love making she bewitched him deeper, brought him deeper under her spell, so that his body moved to her will like a puppet on a puppet master’s strings. That kind of power was intoxicating and all too consuming. She smiled at the mere thought of it.

Antonio enjoyed these silent moments after their love making; their bodies and minds only half way back to reality. He liked the way her tanned skin sparkled, covered with sweat. In-fact he loved everything about her full figured body. He memorized every inch, the fullness of her lips, which were now red and slightly swollen from his needy kisses; the shine of her hazel brown eyes that now glistened with satisfaction and her full round buttocks that tempted him to bite and kiss each cheek. He twirled his finger around her curly hair, moist soft strands entwined his long fingers.

What’s that smirk all about? Antonio’s voice broke her reflections on lust, power and bewitchment; reminding her that he was still in her bed. Her caramel skin still glistened with sweat that he gently wiped from her forehead. She turned herself onto her side so that she fully faced him. She didn’t answer, but instead she witchingly stroked down the middle of his chest. She dared not touch too much, or too long, for she knew he would be ready again for the fourth time in one night. Their attraction was so electrifying a mare touch or a specifically placed caress would cause her lover to become fully erected. While four times in one night would make a new record for her, she had work the next day, thus the freak in her was being overtaken by her responsible adult side.

Are you smiling because I just rocked your world, or…

You should go. She whispered. Her voiced was soft yet frim and still retained a hint of seduction. She was careful not to betray any emotions in her voice. She seductively bite her lips which were still swollen from