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Chapter One Coercion and Perversion Emily walked through the front doors of the hotel and towards the elevators. She may have been closer to forty than she would have liked, and although she was no longer had the body of a fashion model she knew she still had the looks, and the figure, to get admiring glances from men of all ages, particularly when she took the time to dress well, as she had today.

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Imagine a good-looking guy, tall, straight, intelligent, 20 years old and still a virgin. Sounds strange doesn't it? Still it exactly describes my situation at the time. Sure, I'd had girlfriends. You know how these things go. They all wanted to kiss, and in some cases they even let me touch there breasts, but sex… nope. On the other hand my friends all seemed very experienced. They told me stories about how they made love to loads of women and I could only nod. Nobody knew that I was still a virgin and I was afraid of telling them the truth.

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I had been teaching university classes for about three years. I was lucky to be looking for the job at just the right time, it wouldn't have nearly so easy if not for issues among the faculty at the time. I never found out all the details except that the administration had to hire a decent sized group of teachers the year I started. Not only did it get me a job, but it also meant that as a younger woman I didn't stand out quite as much against the older men who still made up the majority of the staff.

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Over the next couple of weeks, I dated several men and had sex with two of them. One of them was a jerk that didn't even try to make me come and just left satisfied with himself. The other one took the time to make sure I came, but the orgasm just wasn't as good as the ones that Laura and Nancy had given me. Of course, Laura had given me a hard to beat orgasm – three in a row, actually – that nearly blew my legs off.

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I have always been attracted to older men. It was clear to me that they enjoyed watching me and I suspected they often dreamed about what it would be like to play with me. I'm not talking about board games or cards I mean really playing with me. I was a very well endowed girl. Knowing that men, especially older man, liked to look at my breasts was very exciting. It was easy for me to accidently brush up against them and sense them quiver with excitement when they felt my nipples, hard and stiff resting within inches of their hands.

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I'm waiting patiently by the hostess station of the restaurant. I've told the hostess that I'm waiting for someone and not ready to be seated. It's early and the restaurant isn't crowded, so I don't think we'll have trouble being seated when You arrive.

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“Come closer.” She stood by the doorway, teetering slightly on the outsoles of her heels. Peering towards the corner, she made out the silhouette sitting casually in the leather sofa in the corner. Her eyes had not yet adjusted to the light, but the shaggy mane and the scent of clean musk were enough to tell her he had managed, yet again, to enter her home. She knew it was pointless to ask how. More important was why.

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The moment was upon them... The hotel suit had been arranged, the details discussed at length, and now they were finally in each other's company. Glasses of a delicate Chardonnay, now partly consumed, sat on the table between them, reflecting the soft light of the late summer afternoon.

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I loved the feeling of Ian's tongue on my clit. The man was an oral sex god! The first time we'd fucked, he'd gone down on me like my pussy was the best meal he'd ever had. Every time since, his tongue action had gotten better. I just wished I could see him more often; if it wasn't for his job, which kept him busy almost a hundred hours a week, I would have dragged the man into bed and stayed there permanently.

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It was finals week. Everyone on campus was in their respective places cramming for exams that would determine where they ranked scholastically. Scholarships were won and lost during this universally stressful time on campus. I'm not boasting but I love this last two weeks of a semester. It's quiet.

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