STUDENT'S PET

ACCIDENTAL MEETUP

YOLANDA'S POV

"Your car will be safe teach" His breath falls straight down my achingly used cunt minutes ago. I hold my breath as he fastens my seatbelt, fully aware his face is a little lean up from my breasts.

"Ok" Is all I manage to say whilst sounding like I'm just learning how to talk.

It must be a good reply because he squeezes my cheeks for a kiss. My bad, deep mouth consuming ten seconds kiss, before driving us out of the school premises

I crouch down at the gate to avoid being recognized, he just laughs it off, calling me who is four years older than him

"Cute"

I remain in disbelief as he drives on until my brain remembers its function

"Can I have my thong back?"

My entrance tingles thanks to his refusal to clean me up or let me clean up

"This?" He lifts the thong up with one hand then sniff it

I watch his grip tighten on the steering as he inhales like it's oxygen. That simple gesture makes my arousal build up even though I orgasmed earlier.

I look at the clear road instead of giving in to touching myself that's dripping down my laps.

Everything about us, what he's doing, how I react to him him and this moment feels wrong

"I can't give you back" He concludes, putting the thong on his groan before throwing his head back in bliss.

"You smell so f*****g good teach"

My n****e tighten against my dress at his breathy words and soft moan, watching his tongue lick up my panty.

I shift a little on the seat before realising how insane this will look

"You realize I'm your teacher and this is gross?"

I say even though my body wants him to pull me onto his laps and f**k me silly.

He swerves the car in a fast move, my body jerks forward then back.

"Are you ins..." My outlash is cut short by the touch of his palm moving between my laps. I gasp when his finger flick my clit

"You realise you swallowed my c*m and allowed me f**k you in my car like a w***e, in the school garage" I did all that.

I grip his wrist instead of responding as two of his fingers shove into me at once

"Focus on the damn road Ozie!" I sound like a strangled dog

"I'm Ambidextrous" That's his stupid excuse?

"Oviiiieee" I tighten my grip on his wrist, his fingers are knuckles deep inside me.

'Maybe not so stupid excuse since he's doing well' Ignore my lady moral.

My eyes go wide as he lets go of the wheel. I aim for it but he adds one more finger making me throw my head back onto the chair rest.

He lifts my lap on his, then drive on.

I bite my lower lip till I taste metal as he thrusts, knuckle deep.

"Ovieee" His movement makes slurpy sounds, as his pace increase.

I look at him midst bliss... A clenched jaw and his hand back on wheels.

I wriggle on my sit forgetting the danger he's putting us in by driving the car with one hand while driving me to orgasm with the other hand.

"Fuuuuck!"

My nails dig into the leather seat, lifting my hips up as he drives me over the edge

"Lead by example teacher and don't c*m" I grip his wrist tighter, shaking my head as the current ripples through me then he stops

With a glare,I open my mouth to speak but he just shoves his fingers into it. Earth & Salt coat my tongue asap. I suck with expertise, forgetting every ethics and cleanliness code my nursing professors taught me.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I hope that relieved the day's stress and gave your heart and cunt the race it desire. Now, let's go to the beginning of this teacher and student story. Their journey involves a little bit of spice then it returns to the nose dripping, heart gripping spicy you like.

OVIE POV - Beach Shore, 8:40 PM

"How deep is too deep when you enter an ocean?"

I ponder, standing at the water's edge, waves lapping at my feet. It's almost Nine pm at the isolated end of the beach—down a small hill, away from the tourists and music. Normally closed this late, but being the owner's son has its perks.

'Step into the water.' The thought strikes.

My heartbeat quickens. I wade in barefoot, losing myself to the breeze until a voice raise the air on me

"Suicide by water isn't a good idea."

I stop. I was alone moments ago.

"You get bloated. Debris covers you. The stench—ewww. Not to mention the rescue team needing multiple hands to drag you out. Try something else. We can brainstorm together."

A female voice. I'm both angry and intrigued.

"Who are—" A wave pulls me down,

. I don't fight it—rule number one.

"HELP! FIRE! OH MY GOD!" she shrieks.

Then a splash.

I swim back to shore, ready to confront whoever just accused me of suicide. I look around...

HAND WAVES. HEAD TIPPING.

She's drowning. At the water's edge? she shouldn't be drowning if she can swim.

"Stop fighting and walk out." My patience wears thin, but she keeps struggling.

A thought strikes:

"How long does she have before death claims her?"

Shaking it away, I grab her hands and drag her out. No waves, just ripples. I carry her to the sand and set her down.

Her body soft against my palms.

She's conscious, just disoriented. Finally, she sneezes.

"You're okay now." I assure, holding back her hair as she coughs out.

For a sick brief seconds, I imagine her choking on my d**k which makes my length tighten. Faster than it does when a model goes down on me.

Finally, she lifts up and her eyes catches mine before widening

"Are you okay? Did you injure yourself? Is your leg fine?" She checks me frantically for injuries.

I roll my eyes.

"Who's checking on whom?" But her touch cracks something in my walls.

"I'm fine, thank you,"

"If you can't swim and you're afraid of water, why did you enter the ocean?"

"I thought you were drowning, No one was near to help."

She says it casually, but I catch her rapid heartbeat, pounding with fear .

"So you jumped into an ocean to save someone you don't know, but ended up drowning yourself?"

She shrugs like it's no big deal.

Then realization dawns. She looks drawn to a dark place—from the fear in her features to how she checked on me. She's lost someone who grew tired of their world. Tonight must ring like déjà vu.

"It's late. Why are you out here? Planning to drown too?" I joke, hoping to learn more.

"Are you insane?" Her eyes flash with anger.

"Calm down, I was joking."

"You think suicide is funny?" She believes I tried to drown myself.

I feel guilty for almost entertaining the thought of watching her struggle.

"You might not believe me, but nope....I'm grateful to be alive."

She snorts drop of water from her nostrils before answering. "Good."

"Yeah. Good." I match the reply with a smile.

"I can't say the same for a non-swimmer entering the ocean to save a drowning person—I think that's the real suicide attempt."

She laughs. The sound is rich, her head thrown back, shoulders heaving. She looks at me, shaking her head, eyes glimmering, lips curved, cheeks plump. The moon cascades over her features.

Like a pretty poison.

My three months to becoming a college student about to get fun