The Handsome Professor

The Handsome Professor

It was supposed to be a night we would always remember. . .

Calm down. I need to tell you this. You'll understand why when I'm done.

Now, the night was early in my Senior year of Undergraduate school. That afternoon, I had Constitutional Law class with Professor Kempton. Professor Kempton was my favorite professor. He was tall, strikingly handsome, and spoke with this rich baritone voice, plus he was a lot of fun. Anyway, that afternoon, he asked me and a boy named Peter Stern to stay after class.

"You are my two best students," he said. "I assume you both have plans to apply to Law School soon." We nodded. "Well, I can only write a letter of recommendation for one of you."

My heart leaped. Besides being handsome, Professor Kempton was respected. A recommendation from him would go a long way.

"I'm not sure which of you should get it, but maybe you two could come to my house tonight and I could decide then."

I loved the idea. Dinner with him sounded so classy. Peter wasn't so sure. "What do you mean, Professor?" he asked. "Are she and I going to have some kind of contest to get the recommendation?"

"Sort of," said Professor Kempton smiling.

That night, I was so excited. I did my hair, and put on my sexiest black dress. When I got to Professor Kempton's place, Peter was already there. I was satisfied to see that he wasn't dressed as well as me. Just chinos and a plain sweater. I think he must have thought the same thing, but the Professor smiled and said. "Never mind, we're all a little overdressed anyway." Then, he poured us each a glass of wine. The wine tasted funny, but I didn't care, because I felt sophisticated taking wine from a man like him. I accepted his offer for a second and third glass. Peter nursed less enthusiastically.

"Now," said the Professor after the third round. "I think we can start talking business. But we're still overdressed. Let's remedy that." Then he began to take off his clothes right in front of us. Peter and I looked at each other dumbly. "Well, don't just stand there," he said. "Start undressing."

Maybe it was the wine, but I found myself unbuttoning my dress. Peter had a different reaction. "Wait a minute, Kempton. You can't just-"

The Professor smiled politely. "Peter, shut up and take off your clothes or kiss law school good-bye."

That worked. Peter undressed. Even though I was naked first, Kempton decided to do Peter first. He stood behind Peter and gave him anal sex. I liked standing there naked and watching this, it made me feel aroused.

When it was over, Kempton said, "That was good, Peter. You've got a tough act to follow Tracy."

I didn't need to be told what to do about that. My whole naked body jumped into Kempton's arms. When I climaxed, I could feel him shooting into me. It was wonderful!

"Wow!" said Kempton. He went into another room. Then, he came out with a rope that was tied into a noose. "It was a hard decision, but the recommendation goes to Tracy.

"Well," said Peter, "Congratulations, Tracy, but I think I'll be leaving now."

"Afraid not," said Kempton shoving Peter to the ground. Then, he threw the noose around Peter's neck and pulled it tight. Peter struggled for a few minutes, and then lay still.,

I was stunned, but Kempton smiled and reassured me. "The recommendation is contingent on the fact that you never tell anyone what happened here tonight."

He was true to his word. I got into Law School. It was tough getting through as a single mother, but I was happy because you reminded me so much of him.

I found out that Professor Kempton still teaches at my old school. I'm going to my reunion next week, and I want you to come. I think it's time you met your father.

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