Alan worked to control his breathing. The eighteen year old also forced himself to walk at a steady pace. And he absolutely resisted the urge to look behind him.
Alan could feel in his mind his teacher marching behind him, about to berate him and worse.
How could he be so stupid?
He expected Miss June to confront him with each step he took but the further he moved away from the jewelry shop the less his uncertainty eased.
Finally, now at a safe distance he turned to look behind him. To his surprise and relief he didn't see his teacher.
He was alone.
Alan took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He felt like a fraud. He didn't feel confident. He didn't feel like Miss June would obey him. He didn't feel like the dominant he should be.
Whilst he tried to force those thoughts out of his head, Miss June walked out of the shop with a little bag in her hand.
She had a smile on her face and eagerly approached him. Her hips swayed as she got closer to him. Her hardened nipples pushed at her shirt.
"Thank you Master for the rings. Thank you thank you thank you. When can I put them on Sir?"
Rings!
Alan hadn't picked out nipple rings, he had gone for something different. Miss June mustn't have seen what he picked out. That was interesting.
"Soon teach."
Miss June had the biggest grin. It almost put Alan at ease from the situation, almost.
He knew he was faking it at the moment. The morning blowjobs, the sex in the office up in the clocktower and now after school where they stood.
"Can I put them on in the car Sir?"
"Sure, come on teach, let's go."
Miss June almost leaped onto him.
Her enthusiasm was contagious and Alan found himself smiling in return.
Alan felt himself relax and released the bundle of stress he was holding. Maybe he was able to do this after all.
The pair walked to the car but not without Alan reaching up under her skirt and squeezing her ass. Miss June gave him a mischievous tweekle of her eyes when he did.
Both climbed inside the car.
Miss June's leg was twitching with excitement. Alan reached over and squeezed her thigh. He caressed his fingers on her soft bronze skin and then slid them higher up her leg. His fingers disappeared under her skirt.
Miss June spread her legs in response. She looked at Alan with a smile and welcomed what he was doing.
Alan felt his fingers come into contact with her wetness. He inched closer to her pussy. He slid his finger between her lips and probed her opening.
"Hmmmmmm Master."
Miss June shifted her hips and became more accommodating. Her head was on the headrest, with her eyes closed.
Alan adjusted his fingers, moving his middle finger to probe at her opening and started flicking his thumb at her clit.
The reaction was instantaneous.
Miss June groaned in rhythm with his thumb strokes.
Despite only starting Alan could feel the passion rising in his teacher, this wouldn't last long.
Alan pushed forward his middle finger invading the velvet treasure. He curled his finger and stroked.
Alan could feel the control he was now exerting. He was literally playing with his teacher. She was completely compliant to him. Alan breathed in the authority, he tried to feel it in every part of his body.
He knew he was silly for feeling doubt before and needed to trust himself more.
The young student could feel his teacher's pussy begin to reach its pinnacle already.
"You cum only when I tell you teach!"
"Fuck, yes Master! Of course Master. Shit. Ughhhhhh."
Just then Alan upped the assault on her clit.
Miss June was now gasping for breath, her stomach clenching, her hips rigid. Alan could feel her holding it, squeezing it.
He waited and waited, and waited.
It was just seconds, but it felt like ages to Alan and must have been an eternity to his teacher.
There was complete silence in the car as the second ticked away.
Alan sensed it needed to happen now or she'd lose it.
"Cum for me my slut teacher."
What felt like a bomb went off in the car. Alan braced himself.
Arms and limbs flew everywhere. He worried his fingers, and hand for that matter, would get broken from the eruption of movement but he braved through, continuing to stoke and apply pressure to her clit.
This was a big one and an earthly groan signaled the conclusion.
Alan slowed his finger and thumb movement.
Miss June was a mess. Hair clung to the sweat on her forehead. Her body was a quivering bag of jello.
Every so often her legs would twitch with aftershocks.
Alan sat back and felt the throbbing in his pants. He readjusted it and felt a small bit of wetness soak into his underwear.
Miss June was silent for another twenty seconds. Alan, in turn, was happy for the silence as he observed her.
"Fuck Master, how do you do that?"
Alan couldn't help but to smile. That was all the feedback he needed to know he was doing good.
"Glad you enjoyed it teach."
"Enjoyed it - I loved it. This is so hot. But can I PLEASE see the new rings now?"
Alan again shifted his dick into a more comfortable position, something that his teacher saw out of the corner of her eye.
"Take off your blouse."
Alan could see his teacher look around at the carpark they were still in. He chuckled that it only seemed to matter now after her orgasm.
His teacher undid each button on her blouse with urgency and she shuffled it off her shoulders.
He could see her chest rising rapidly, with either her still panting from her orgasm or from the excitement now, Alan wasn't really sure.
Alan reached over and cupped her naked breast, squeezing he felt the weight of her tit, her erect nipple and the warmth of metal of the gold ring.
Alan let go of the boob.
"Take out the rings, teach."
Alan watched with fascination as she spun the ring, finding the hidden clasp before opening and sliding out the ring.
He could see the devoid hole through the nipple.
Miss June switched to the other nipple and repeated the process. She was almost bouncing with excitement, her hands were shaking talking them out.
"Give me the rings."
Alan felt the warm metal golden rings land in his hand.
"Do you want to wear mine instead teach?"
"Yes Sir, I can't wait to put them on."
"These are mine teach, these are Alan's, these belong to me. Will you wear them as my Slut teacher?"
Alan could see the importance of the situation occurring to his teacher.
She froze.
Painful too slow for Alan she finally responded.
"Yes Master."
What that's teach, will you be proud to wear them?"
"Yes Master, I'll be very proud. I'll wear what is yours."
This time she was with strong enthusiasm, much to Alan's relief.
Alan passed the jewelry box. While she unpacked it, he discretely slipped the old rings in his hand into the inside pocket of his jacket.
