~ Part 5. ~

~ Part 5. ~

I was sitting in my sixth lesson, which was History. I glanced at the girls in our class who were simply infatuated with Professor Rogers - blond hair with blue eyes, 6’ 0” tall. The girls almost fainted at the sight of him, and hearing his voice were so excited that I was shocked. As far as I'm concerned, he didn't turn me on...

Finally, the bell for recess rang. I was able to rest those 10 minutes before two hours of Latin. I decided to chew some gum to relieve stress... It didn't help, so two minutes before class I spat it out into the trash can.

I sat in my bench and I was nervous as usual...

Finally the Professor came and I looked at him. As always irreplaceable, black tight pants hugging his shapely ass, a white shirt and this time a green tie, a black jacket was slung over his shoulder. He hung it over the back of his chair, then sat down and opened the journal. After checking the attendance list, he traditionally looked at the class and said:

„Today I will question myself with two people. I warn you in advance that I do not want to hear any prompts or conversations during this time.”

He reached for his notebook, did not look for a long time, then looked up:

„The number will be the first to answer... Number 5. and I invite you with the notebook.”

Chris got up to answer... He got the answer at the blackboard by writing sentences spoken by the Professor in Latin.

I watched him as he was writing quickly on the blackboard and was just finishing the last third sentence. Strangely, it had one minor error. After he finished, he walked over to the teacher's desk, who checked his homework, which he had all done correctly.

"I was wondering if maybe there is something wrong with me that only I have such lousy grades?!"

I was snapped out of my thoughts by my Professor's voice:

„The second person who will answer today is the number... Hmm...”

I saw him leaf through the notebook quickly with his neat fingers. Finally, he stopped where he wanted and looked up his intense green eyes:

„I invite number 22. to answer.”

I froze... "God no... It's my number... He must be joking..."

„Just take the notebook, my dear.”

He added while smiling.

I grabbed my notebook, got up hesitantly from the bench, and walked terrified to the Professor's desk.

I didn't know anything... I didn't think he'd answer.

I put the notebook on the desk waiting for it to be cut.

The man turned in the chair to face me and then crossed his legs, and I managed to see that he was smiling differently than usual. Then he finally asked:

„Do you know the rules of oral questioning, my dear?”

I nodded my head and added:

„Yes...”

„Yes, what?”

I got better, or so I thought.

„Yes, I know the rules...”

He looked at me as if he was expecting something and I still didn't know what it was.

He combed his hair, then intertwined his fingers and rested them on his knee.

„My dear, haven't you forgotten something?”

I tucked a small strand of hair behind my ear and said:

„I think not...”

He raised an eyebrow significantly. He glanced at Alexey, who was waving his hand like a man possessed, then turned to him:

„Explain to your friend what is extremely important and very important she forgot...”

The self-satisfied nerd said to me:

„You forgot to say 'Professor'.”

I glanced at the teacher, who triumphed internally over me.

I put my hands behind me and said so only he could hear:

„I'm sorry, Professor...”

"God, did he really have to be so meticulous and biting?"

„All right. So I'll ask again, do you know the rules of oral questioning, my dear?”

„Yes, I know the rules, Professor.”

„I enjoy it. Then I will tell you three sentences one by one and you will tell me if they are correct or not. If you think they are wrong, then you already say them correctly, but... I also warn you that I may ask a tricky question, so I advise you to think carefully before you answer anything.”

I got two sentences and I didn't answer any of them correctly. The Professor looked at me.

„This is your last chance, my dear. Focus and don't screw it up...”

"As I predicted... I fell... A guaranteed F for my collection. There is something to be proud of..."

Finally, I couldn't take it mentally anymore and tears began to flow down my cheeks, and I began to shake.

Monra, who was sitting in the first pew in the middle row, noticed that I was crying and turned to the Professor in a malicious voice:

„Professor, because Y/N is crying like a spoiled brat!”

I quickly turned my back to the classroom.

God I was so ashamed... I have never cried in front of my class, nor have I ever cried because of any teacher.

I wanted to leave the classroom as soon as possible, or at least tell my Professor without any shame that I can't do anything and I'm afraid to ask him for help because I just fell in love with him...

After Monra's words, I thought he was going to scold me for crying, but he didn't respond. On the contrary, he opened a drawer in his desk and handed me a whole packet of tissues. I took it without saying a word... He glanced at Monra, then raised his voice and told her not to speak unless asked.

Finally the teacher took his pen and flipped through my notebook and came across the homework.

I was hoping for a miracle that at least the homework would be okay, and here it is total disappointment...

He started sketching, making corrections, and I got... yes, exactly. I got a second F.

Finally, he sighed heavily, looked at me and then got:

„Stay after class. We need to talk very seriously. Go back to your seat now.”

Sounded serious.

„G-Good, P-Professor...”

I said so only he could hear.

I grabbed my notebook, went back to my seat, and wiped my eyes quickly.

I've been waiting for this nightmare to end...

Traditionally, exactly five minutes before the bell, the Professor dictated our homework, and exactly at 15:20 pm the bell rang.

I finally packed my things and waited in my desk for the Professor to talk to me.

~ 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 12. ~

The man grabbed the still sticking cock in his hand, which really did seem bigger.

„Professor, please... I'm begging you...” I looked pleadingly at him.

„Oh, my dear... You will beg for it, yes, but for me to stop fucking you! Now... tell me what do you want from me so much?”

„I want your cock, Professor, to go deep inside me...”

After these words, he pulled me a little closer and finally I felt the tip of his cock slightly parting the lips of my still wet pussy, so that he could enter me with all his strength extremely deep.

At first it was just light thrusts that made me feel wonderful.

Finally, the man decided to undo the top two buttons on his shirt, then took my shirt off over my head and threw it on a chair. His eyes showed my medium-sized breasts wearing a black lace bra from a set of thongs. He slid down my straps incredibly quickly, found the clasp on the front, and immediately got rid of the unnecessary part of my clothes. Finally, I saw out of the corner a specimen as he tossed my bra next to my thong.

„Oh, my dear... You are so incredibly beautiful... Your little tight pussy is so tight around my cock... I will give you such an orgasm that you will cry for more.”

His alone made me close to orgasm.

Suddenly I felt the man's cock literally pushing me from the inside... His thrusts became more and more intense.

The Professor's big hands rested on my breasts. I felt his thumbs and forefingers tighten around my swollen and perky nipples. I moaned because his hands were still cool until he joined his hot tongue to start arousing and teasing them more.

I began to pant uncontrollably from the incoming feeling of heat, lying on the desk of a man who was fucking me hard and brutally every moment.

He suddenly grabbed my wrists so hard that I yelped.

„Are you sure you want more?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

„Yeah...” I moaned, so much so that I surprised myself.

He shook his head and looked at me in disbelief.

„You are... Oh, yes... My, my naughty sweet girl... I thought about fucking you as soon as I saw you in your class for the first time... When I read your name on the list...” I could see the lust in his green eyes.

„P-Professor... P-please...” My moans were starting to turn him on more and more.

„My private erotic pet... So horny and eager to fuck...” Saying this he laughed.

He suddenly came out of me.

„Turn around... and open your legs more.”

As I stepped off the desk, he suddenly lifted my skirt slightly without warning and slapped my ass until I moaned.

He leaned me over the desk and entered my wet tight pussy extremely hard and brutally from behind. I had to prop myself up on the desk when he started pulling my hair.

„My girl... I won't let you be with anyone!” Sounded more dangerous than ever.

I didn't care until he suddenly let go of my hair, pulled me by the shoulders, leaned down to my ear and I felt his hot breath:

„You're only mine, do you understand?! Only my! You are my property! Only I can fuck you so brutally!”

He pushed me back onto the desk giving me a second smack, but this time extremely solid, until he imprinted his hand on my tiny buttocks.

„Ahh... Professor...” I groaned as it hurt a bit this time.

„Whose are you, pet?!” He asked in a voice that brooked no argument.

„P-Professor... I'm only yours, S-Sir!” I moaned as I felt his cock pushing me harder and harder. „Harder... P-please! Please don't stop fucking me!”

I felt well.

I felt him rub his thumb briefly over my already swollen clit.

„Yes... Yes... You're only mine! Only I have the right to fuck you like that! No one is allowed to have you! I'm gonna flood you, do you understand?!”

I could hear jealousy in his words.

I nodded my head.

„Do you understand what I said?!” A vein popped up on his forehead.

I couldn't think of anything while he was enjoying me.

„God... Y-Yes...”

„I want to hear you scream my name when you're close to your impending orgasm, do you understand me pet?!” Sounded angry.

„Y-Yes... I-understand...” I nodded politely.

For about 5 minutes I felt a wave of orgasm approaching, until I finally called my professor by name:

„L-Loki...” I started hesitantly.

„I can't hear you, my pet.” He replied hoarsely.

„Loki!” I say louder.

„Louder!” He grabbed my hair tightly. „I won't let you go until I completely flood you.”

„LOKI!!” I finally screamed as loud as I could.

I felt him push me hard one last time and he came inside me, and all his hot cum gushed out, flooding me from the inside.

Still holding my hair he croaked:

„My... ahh... Good... Girl...”

His grip slowly loosens, and the man is finally out of me completely. I turned my face to him.

He looked at me with a smile which made me blush automatically. I quickly grabbed my underwear and started getting dressed. The professor handed me a blouse.

Sam slipped on his sideskirts and pulled on his pants:

„You just earned an A from me.”

Then he started tying his tie.

I smiled hearing those words.

Finally the man tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and put his hands on my arms.

~ Part 14. ~

Finally, I took a breath, plucked up my courage, and began:

„I... I have to... I have to tell you this...” I wanted to sound believable.

„Am I listening to you, my dear?” He asked very calmly.

„From that first day, when you, Professor, came to your first Latin lesson, I just can't stop thinking about you. I have a hard time keeping up with your lessons because your voice excites me so damn much, Professor. When I go to sleep I dream about you so intensely that in the morning I wake up all wet. I don't know what kind of cologne you're using either, but it's making me lose my mind. Every time we pass each other in the hallway, I want to pounce on you and shower you with millions of kisses, but I can't! I don't want you to lose your job because of me... God, what the fuck am I doing?! You'll think, Professor, that I'm probably a stupid, desperate teenager...”

When I finished, the professor looked at me with wide eyes. Suddenly and violently I pulled away from him, desperately clutching at the front of his shirt, then had an uncontrollable fit of crying. I don't care if his clothes get wet from my tears.

Crying, I felt him start hugging me and rubbing my back comfortingly.

„You're not stupid, my dear... Never think of yourself that way. Also, don't say that...” his words sounded like a soothing balm.

I started to sob.

"I have to finally say it..." I thought.

I looked up at him with my puffy, tear-stained eyes.

„I fucking love you Loki Laufeyson!” I said in a broken voice.

He cupped my face, letting my tears fall.

He smiled so blissfully I could melt. Finally he said:

„These are the most beautiful words I've heard from you today!”

He took the tear-soaked strands of my hair from my face:

„I will make sure our relationship remains a secret.”

„You give me your word?” I asked still a little apprehensively.

„Yes, and I promise you that when you finish school, I will resign immediately and stay with you forever!”

I smiled because one of my dreams came true. After that, my Professor took my face and started kissing me more and more passionately...

Finally, with a smile on our faces, we left the room together with my professor, and with her the school building, because it really got very late.

I hastily left the room with the professor and the school building, because it was very late. The man suggested that I drop by his house and stay for the weekend. It's just that this weekend dragged on to such an extent that...

I moved in with him.

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In fact, I always wanted someone to make me happy, but I never thought it would be my Latin teacher.

I didn't know that I would ever become the... Teacher's Private Erotic Pet.

~ Part 2. ~

I studied Latin over the weekend as best as I could to grasp and understand the topic that had already been discussed on Friday. I sat for three hours and still couldn't remember anything...

On Sunday evening, before packing my backpack, I decided to repeat the topic from my notebook for the last time, but finally I gave up. Sad, I hid the notebook with the silent hope that everything would be fine.

On Monday morning Physics with Professor Stark was followed by two hours of Latin - fortunately classes in the same room. Equally with the bell, the teacher came and then sat down in his chair and looked at us with a fake smile:

„Good morning, class. I hope that Monday will be very successful for you, because I'm going to ask you questions.”

I swallowed and prayed silently that the teacher wouldn't take me to answer that day, but he obviously had other plans. After checking the list, he got up, and according to what he announced during the familiarization lesson, he started walking around the whole class with his open notebook, holding a pen, then said individual sentences and pointed to the person to finish the sentence.

”Ab alio exspectes, alteri quod...”

and pointed to Maxim, the class nerd, who replied with pride in his voice:

”...feceris”, Sir.

The Professor flipped through his notebook and wrote a plus next to his name, then started asking again.

”Actus hominis non dignitas...”

He looked around the classroom and suddenly pointed at... me.

I looked at him clearly confused.

„I don't know, Professor...” I replied.

Maxim shot his hand high in the air until he almost hit his neighbor from the bench. The Professor gave him the opportunity to answer.

”...iudicentur”, Sir.

„Way to go. Two correct answers, hence an B.”

Instinctively, I bit my bottom lip slightly...

I knew it would take a miracle for me to ever get a very good grade.

Finally, the teacher looked up at me again. I felt the coldness of his green eyes on me.

„My dear, you're getting one more chance. Please finish ”Admoneri bonus...” ?”

I hung my head then said:

„I'm sorry, but I don't know that either, Professor...”

The Professor sighed heavily and pointed to Alexei, who was sitting behind me, and without hesitating he finished right away:

”...gaudet”, Sir.

He flipped through the notebook until he stopped at my name:

„Remind me, my dear, what does two wrong answers mean for me?” He raised one eyebrow significantly.

„Fail grade, Professor?” I asked uncertainly.

„Naturally. That's the grade you get today.”

He glanced at Alexei, to whom he had given the last sentence, then wrote him an B. I felt like crying...

After all, these two lessons passed very quickly... Fortunately...

On Wednesday the same... There was also a questioning... Of course, out of spite, I got a second F and I get the impression that Professor Laufeyson doesn't like me because he asks me difficult questions on purpose to humiliate me.

There was a brand new topic on Friday, so there was no questioning, but I still don't know anything, and the topics were getting harder and harder. I was still afraid and couldn't admit that I needed help... The inner shame was overwhelming me. I felt stupid compared to my class. The Professor announced that on Monday he would give us a small test in one of the two lessons.

"Great..." I thought to myself. "If I need one more thing to prove that I'm extremely dull..."

Finally, at 3:20 pm, the bell rang and I could... No, I couldn't enjoy the weekend! I came home and studied damn Latin all weekend! I cried because I didn't understand anything...

=== === IMPORTANT === ===

Used Latin sentences and their meanings:

• ”Ab alio exspectes, alteri quod feceris” (”Expect from the other what you do to the other”)

• ”Actus hominis non dignitas iudicentur” („Let man's deeds be judged, not his dignity”)

• ”Admoneri bonus gaudet” („A good man gladly accepts reproof”)

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