~ Part 1. ~

~ Part 1. ~

I started almost the third week of studying in the first year of high school. The subject I couldn't handle was... Latin. I had it three times a day - two hours on Monday in the second and third lessons, on Wednesday in the fourth lesson and on Friday in the seventh and eighth lessons.

"By the way, it's not normal to finish lessons at 3:20 pm on Friday, but well... The plan will not change anymore..." I thought.

The subject was terribly difficult for me, because I spent a lot of time learning it, but it was still tragic - out of all 29 people in the class, I was the only one who was the worst at this subject. I managed to get four barely stretched weak D...

Fortunately, at the beginning of October we were supposed to be taught Latin by a new teacher.

The first Monday of the new month has finally arrived. As always, alone in her place - the third bench against the wall.

Besides, I'm allowed to sit alone in other lessons too...

This is because there were an odd number of people in the class, and on top of that I was averagely liked in my class. I tried not to worry about it.

Finally, the classroom door opened and the new Latin teacher walked in. Dressed in black tight pants, shiny black shoes, a white shirt, a neatly knotted black tie, and a black jacket.

He placed a journal, a Latin book, and a thick hardback notebook on his desk. Once he had put his things away, he turned to face the class so I could get a better look at him now - he had shoulder-length raven black hair and piercing green eyes. I felt my heart beating extremely fast... I promised myself that I would handle the item as best I could.

Finally the teacher spoke:

„Good morning, class. My name is Loki Laufeyson and from this month until fourth grade I will teach you Latin. Respectfully, but when you address me, you always say 'Sir' or 'Professor'. I will also prove to you that Latin is not as difficult a language as it seems. First of all, I don't do quizzes, but... I take it for answers. Taking into account I have two types of polling and you get two grades. First, writing at the blackboard and possibly answering orally at my desk. Both at the blackboard and at the table it is one assessment. In both cases, I ask three sentences. As for the second assessment, you take your notebook with your homework to answer and there is also a mark for it. What else can I say?” He thought for a moment and began to stroke his chin with his fingers. „In addition, I can walk around the classroom, say a given sentence, and then point to a person of my choice to finish it. You get two chances, if you don't answer you get an F. I also do not apply the 'lucky number' rule, you have the right to report three unpreparedness during the semester that you report while reading the attendance list by me. Thus, I do not tolerate cell phone use during my lessons, there is also no cheating, no hints when answering, and most importantly, no talking in class... I also extremely do not tolerate any lateness to my lessons, because I can be very vindictive.

After that, the teacher sat down at his desk and finally opened his diary. He looked up at the class for a moment.

„I'm going to check the attendance list now, and when I read the name of any of you, it's a request to stand up and show yourself to me. Believe me, I can immediately remember your faces and also important information - you do not change places under any circumstances.”

Finally, the man started reading the number and the names of my classmates one by one, until I finally heard mine:

„Number 22, Y/N?”

I stood up unsteadily, curtseying slightly. I felt my teacher's gaze on me longer than on the other girls in my class. I thought maybe it was because I was wearing a skirt. Finally, the Professor nodded at me, signaling me to sit down.

After two hours of Latin, I could finally breathe... I didn't realize it was going to be hard. On Wednesday and Friday, the stairs started - the new teacher started completely new topics and to be honest...

I was starting to not understand anything, and I was ashamed to raise my hand and report that I had a problem with the topic.

I was afraid to embarrass myself in front of the class and most importantly in front of the new teacher...

~ Part 11. ~

My professor was still doing me good. He wasn't going to stop...

Finally, he looked at me with a mysterious smile:

„Now! Do it! Come for me, my little pet!”

My uncontrollable moan and scream gave me an instant orgasm I could only dream of. Even in the evenings when I dreamed about my Professor, I never felt like this...

I couldn't understand what was happening to me lately.

I saw how big my Professor's pupils are at that moment.

„Eyes on me, my dear!” Sounded commanding.

I felt tears welling up in my wide-open eyes, and a pleasant warmth flowed down the insides of my thighs, which were still shaking.

I propped myself up on my elbows and saw that the Professor's desk was all wet. Additionally, the man had his entire chin wet with his saliva and... my juices. He just finished wiping it off.

After that, he leaned over me so that his raven black hair touched my neck.

Inhaling his cologne felt like I was in some sort of trance.

I wanted to grab him by the front of his shirt and throw myself at his warm, passionate lips that begged for more kisses...

"Oh, why does he have to be so hot? From the moment he came to teach me, I crave his touch on my skin so much."

I closed my eyes slightly and giggled a bit.

After a while, my thoughts were pulled out of my thoughts by the Professor who kissed me on the forehead, and I purred simply delighted.

„You're gorgeous... So sweet... I've never met a girl as horny as you in my life... I must have you... I want you here and now!” Sounded like a hungry animal.

„P-Professor... Please...” I looked at him pleadingly.

„What are you asking for, my dear?” Suddenly started teasing me. „Tell me what do you want from me?”

„P-please... No, I'm actually begging you to fuck me...”

The man smiled slyly:

„Oh believe me, I feel like it, but it's so rough and brutal you'll forget your name!”

As he spoke, his eyes sparkled.

„In addition, I'll fuck you so that you won't have the strength to get up, and your tight pussy will be sore and swollen all over!”

I saw lust in his green eyes.

„Oh, I'll also give you what you secretly desire and what you've been ashamed to ask for... I want you to come with my name on your lips!”

I bit my lower lip as I felt fear and excitement at the same time.

His pupils dilated dangerously.

„What's more, I want you to stay after our lessons every Friday... Is that clear, my pet?”

I nodded my head.

~ Part 10. ~

The man thankfully let go of my hair, but still stood over me. His cock was still sticking out like it was going to be used for something else.

I tilted my head back, keeping my eyes fixed on the Professor's face.

Unexpectedly he said:

„Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue.”

I obeyed without any protest, and he smiled, revealing his white teeth.

„You're such a good girl...”

I closed my mouth. Finally, the Professor reached out his slender but still cool hand to stroke my cheek:

„I'm so proud of you! Do you know why my pet?”

I pretended not to know, so I shook my head.

He kept stroking my cheek:

„You swallowed everything as I told you. Now it's time for the reward... Stand up my dear.”

Just in time, because my knees were starting to hurt, so I got up obediently. I stood in front of him and wondered what prize he was talking about... He suddenly grabbed my hips and sat me on his desk, lifting my skirt in the process.

He grabbed my panties and tugged lightly.

„I don't need them now. Get your hips up.”

I did so, then with a graceful movement he stripped me of my thongs that were lying on the floor. I moaned... In horror and excitement at the same time.

The man violently and decisively parted my thighs and at the sight of my pussy his pupils dilated. I felt him start kissing the inside of my thighs. No one has ever given me so much joy... Finally, the man stopped in front of my pussy:

„You're so wet... I can't believe I turn you on so much. You're all dripping just for me...”

„I... I really... Professor, please...” I started begging.

Finally he admonished me:

„Enough unnecessary talk my pet!”

I propped myself up lightly on my elbows and felt him lick and suck on my clit, which was surely already swollen and aroused. I felt him kissing her and I was starting to get hot...

„G-God...Please...Pr-Professor...” I groaned and grabbed his hair lightly.

The man didn't seem to care. He added his supple tongue and fingers.

From time to time he lost his neat long fingers in my pussy, and in addition he pumped me inside, my arousal getting stronger and stronger.

„Please... P-p-please... Please stop...” I was afraid someone would catch us.

„I don't see any reason why I should stop.” He said between licks.

„I'm begging you...” I started to moan.

„What are you begging me for?” He asked with a sly smile. „Do you want to come, my dear?”

I nodded my head desperately.

„Oh no, my pet... You won't come if I don't let you.” He replied.

„I want... I have to... I have to come!” I started begging with tears in my eyes.

Unexpectedly, his hot tongue began to make me feel good again. His long fingers paired with his tongue were very arousing.

I felt wet and my juices were about to drain out of me, but I couldn't come until my Professor let me.

Honestly, I wished his cock was already inside my pussy. I wanted him to flood me from the inside with his hot cum...

~ Part 3. ~

I've never been nervous about the coming Monday... I felt a total emptiness in my head, and I was sitting on pins and needles. It's good that at least I could focus on Physics.

Finally, in the second lesson, our Professor came holding a sheaf of papers.

"God... don't let this test be now... God, please..." I thought in my head.

The man turned to the class.

„Good morning, class and immediately request to take out pens. Since it's Monday and we have two lessons together, you'll write the test now, and I'll check your notebooks with the homework I gave you.”

"Oh fuck..." I thought in horror, then covered my mouth with my hand. "Homework! I completely forgot about it because of this study for the test!"

As the Professor approached my desk, I glanced shyly at him. Finally, he handed me the test sheet and took my notebook without looking at me at all.

After collecting all the notebooks, he sat down at his desk and took out his red-filled pen. He looked at the class:

„You have the whole class hour to write the test and not a minute more. Exactly everything that was in our lessons is on the test.” He smiled sarcastically before adding. „Good luck to you all!”

I tried to write as best as I could and what I could remember.

After about 10 minutes, I could slightly look up from the paper and saw Maxim, who was waving his hand up.

The Professor looked at him in surprise, one eyebrow raised.

„What's the matter?”

Maxim proudly said:

„I've already finished the test, Sir!”

The man gestured to him to come over to him with the test, then took the paper from him and sent the boy to his place.

„Go sit back in your seat and be quiet.”

The boy nodded and sat down.

There are 5 minutes left until the end of the lesson, and as always, I turned in the test last, so according to the prevailing rule, I will be last at the final handout.

After the break in the second lesson, checked notebooks were lying on our desks.

Of course I got an F. I rather expected it, because I completely forgot about my homework.

And that's how my Monday started. For the first time I forgot to do my homework, but I knew for 100% that I would also get an B on the test.

~ Part 4. ~

Wednesday wasn't kind to me either... The fourth lesson was Latin.

The Professor immediately after entering the class stood at his desk with papers. I knew it was definitely Monday exams.

Finally he spoke:

„I was able to check your tests and I must admit that some of you were pleased to give positive marks, but few of you received very poor marks. As for any improvements, rest assured that I will let you know when and how this can be done.”

After these words, the Professor started walking around the class, handing out our tests. As he handed me the test, he looked at me dissatisfied. I took the paper and saw F! written in red ink and the man's signature.

I quickly turned the page so as not to look at it. I wanted to leave the class...

I've never gotten such a lousy grade like this one...

Later, the Professor began questioning people he had not yet asked.

At least here I breathed a sigh of relief, because it would have been tragic.

At the end of the lesson, he dictated the homework, and that's how Wednesday passed...

Thursday passed definitely quickly and without any problems.

At home I was doing my homework and I instinctively looked out the window and it was very dark. This is why I don't like fall.

When I finished my Latin homework, I wasn't sure if I did it right. I couldn't count on the help of anyone in the class, because I would be laughed at. In addition, the help from the professor himself was also out of the question, because every time I passed him in the corridor to say a stupid "Good morning, Professor", my heart began to beat like crazy, and a blush appeared on my face and I was afraid that he would immediately will notice.

I thought it looked so unnatural...

I think I fell in love with him.

Besides, he wouldn't look at me in his life... Anyway, who saw that a student was in a relationship with her teacher?!

I quickly pushed unnecessary and unnecessary thoughts out of my head.

Finally Friday came. I decided to put on a short black pleated skirt and a pretty tight light purple blouse, but one that does not expose my cleavage.

I was not put off by the fact that it was dark from the morning due to heavy rain. Something happened that day that I never expected...

~ Part 13. ~

I put my index finger to my lips, feeling the man's gaze on me, and finally asked timidly:

„Is your proposal, Professor, that I stay on Fridays still valid?”

He took my finger, then spoke in his velvety voice:

„Of course it is, my dear. In addition, if you don't have plans for the weekends, I would like you to spend this time with me as well. If that's not a problem for you?”

I nodded my head and wordlessly grabbed him by the neck, then pulled him down slightly and started kissing him wildly. I dreamed that this moment would last forever.

After a moment, however, I moved slightly away from the Professor and reached out my small hands to place them on his shoulders.

He placed his hands on my cheeks and looked me in the eyes.

„My dear Y/N...”

Tears of emotion ran down my cheeks as he diminutive of my name, the way I like it best.

Finally, the Professor continued what he had started:

„Please do me the honor and please become my private pet. I don't want and I won't let anyone take you away from me...”

He kissed me quickly on the lips before I could react, then added:

„That's why I also ask you to be my... beloved!”

"I opened my eyes and mouth in amazement. Did I hear right? The same man I fell in love with is now telling me that he wants me to be his lover?! I couldn't believe it... I was afraid my heart was going to burst."

„P-Professor... I... I don't know what to tell you...” I stuttered.

„Tell me the truth. I can take and get over literally anything... Just please Y/N tell me...”

I saw terror and fear in his eyes.

I sighed very heavily. I have to tell him! I have to tell him that I've been in love with him since the first day he showed up in my class... Let him finally know that I love him too.