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A True Story.I have always been different than most girls. I was never the type that dreamed about getting married and living in that perfect house with the white picket fence. I had nothing against that fantasy; it just wasn?t for me. In fact, at a very young age, I decided I would never get married. It probably started when my mother and older evil sister started tormenting me about my ugly looks and how no boy would ever be interested in me. I was the butt of many cruel jokes at the dinner table, and in the long term, I am sure that had some effect on me.As I became older, this sentiment carried on. When I began dating my future husband, I repeatedly told him I was not interested in marriage. He seemed fine with that, but then as time passed, he ended up proposing to me. The proposal was a complete shock to me, and I reacted very badly... we actually broke up for a couple of months as a result. (Read the story about that disaster.)One of the reasons I never wanted to marry was that I knew I could never remain faithful to just one man. I had a long history of cheating on every guy I had ever dated, including my future husband. I thought there was something wrong with me. I still do at times.Several months after the marriage proposal fiasco, against my better judgement and what I believed in up to that point, I found myself engaged and living with my fiancée. I always found it strange how little control I had of my life's path. This has been the case throughout my life; things just happen to me, regardless of any plans I have.I moved in with my fiancé about a year before we got married. Things started to move fast, too fast. Plans for the wedding were made. People all knew I was getting married. I felt that my future was being planned for me. I was overwhelmed by it all.Once I became engaged, I made a promise to myself that I would be faithful to my fiancé. I was trying very hard, and even though he was travelling on business quite a bit, I tried to stay away from situations that would make me slip. Deep down, I knew it was a futile attempt.My fiancé had purchased a small house, and he was always working on renovations with his older brother.His older brother was married. He was the strong, silent type...very handy and attractive, I might add. He didn't say much, but I was intimated by his rugged good looks.*We never talked much, şişli escort (https://sisliklima.com/) but I could sense that he wasn?t buying my good girl next door persona. I have always said there have been men that can just look at me and they seem to see right through me and know there is an inner slut within me. He was one of those men. He always looked at me with that, "I want to fuck your brains out" look. Women know that look.In any case, I stayed clear of him...no teasing or joking around. He was off limits in my book. I wanted to be respectful to my fiancé. The last thing I wanted was to cause problems between the two brothers.During one of the renovation projects, my boyfriend had to go out of town on business. He told me that he asked his brother to come around one evening during the week when he was gone to finish the job. He told me to just let him in the house and he would do his thing.I wasn't sure about this...but what could I say? I can sense that your brother thinks I?m a slut. I know what your brother is thinking when he looks at me... and it makes me wet? I don't trust myself being alone with your brother. So I hesitantly agreed.One evening, I came home from work and found his brother waiting in his car for me. I invited him into the house and made small talk with him. He complimented me on how good I looked in my dress and heels. I was a bit embarrassed but showed him to the room he was working on. I got a glass of wine for myself and he wanted water. I didn?t want to be rude and ignore him, so I went into the room and sat on a chair to watch him work. My legs were exposed as I sat there with my legs crossed. He kept glancing at my legs as he worked. His looks were getting me worked up, so I decided I had better leave the room to do some chores.I usually change out of my work clothes when I get home, but he liked my dress, so I kept it on as well as the heels. Bad thoughts were going through my head, so I tried to avoid him. I had another glass of wine to unwind with.Before long, he called me into the room to show me his completed work. I praised his work and thanked him for a job well done. That's when he gave me that look... and said,"You can thank me better than that."There was a split second of silence as I processed what he meant. I knew exactly what he meant, but I played dumb and said, "Thank you very much." Things mecidiyeköy escort (https://sisliklima.com/) became awkward as he turned and stepped closer to me in silence.He moved closer, just staring into my eyes. My heart began to race; no, it was pounding... I bit my bottom lip, as I always do when I'm nervous... This was exactly what I was afraid of. I didn't say anything. I just froze. He moved right up to me. I fell back against the wall, being tipsy from the wine and as if to surrender. He placed his forearms on the wall on either side of me. I was trapped.There was silence and I could feel his breath on me as my heart pounded and I began to fidget. He dropped one hand down from the wall, and it landed on my hip. I felt his hand slide down and thru the split in my dress. His big strong hand slid up my bare thigh. Oh my god, it was happening.I knew it was too late to turn back. I knew there was no way I could stop him, even if I wanted to."Don't... don't... don't..."I sheepishly mumbled, breaking the silence. My brain was telling me "NO," but physically I was aroused.He paid no attention to my words as his hand travelled further up my leg.He had rough worker hands, and his hands felt like sandpaper as they moved across my soft and tender skin. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. I should have resisted, but I didn't resist at all. In fact, I lifted my leg up as he pulled on it and I wrapped it around him. I wanted him as badly as he wanted me.He leaned in and attempted to kiss me. I turned my head, but he grabbed the back of my neck and turned my head back around. He planted his lips on mine and roughly kissed me as I struggled. He had a firm hold of the back of my head, and he pulled my lips to his. As much as I struggled not to kiss him and pull away, I couldn?t. His tongue roughly probed to separate my lips. I was moaning and fighting him. I knew if I reciprocated his kiss, there would be no turning back.And then it happened, just like a switch had been flipped. I stopped struggling and engaged in his rough and passionate kiss. I kissed him back just as rough as he was kissing me. I bit his lip, which startled him for a few seconds, and then we continued on. I could taste his bloody lips, and it aroused me even more.He had me pinned up against the wall, and we both began entangling our bodies like two sex-starved animals.He had a hold of my ass, pulling me hard into his groin. I felt his other hand drop from feeling my breasts into my panties. I then realised my panties were soaked. He acknowledged it also with a moan of approval.I broke our kiss, dropped my leg down, put both hands on his chest, and managed to push him back for the smallest bit of separation. He still had his hand in my panties, but he momentarily stopped exploring. We locked eyes in silence. This was our last opportunity to stop ? to come to our senses and not cross that line.Then in a moment that I will never forget, he curled his index finger into my vagina in the same manner as when someone is telling you to come here. I let out a loud gasp in defeat. The moment he curled his finger inside of me he had me. My vagina was soaking wet and he was standing there in silence watching me as he masterfully used his digits to stimulate my yearning.My legs went all rubbery as I leaned against the wall. My head rolled and thrashed around like a rag doll. The idea of doing something so taboo, so erotic, was too much. I felt my legs part open as his thumb found my clitoris and his finger pushed deep inside of me. I heard him whisper"Cum for me... You little fucking slut? cum.?I had never heard him talk like this before. But I knew he was right. I am such a slut. I didn?t deserve his brother nor anyone else.And so, that's exactly what I did. I began to orgasm. Not just once, but multiple times as he continued to watch and stimulate my clitoris without mercy.I could feel my warm juices running down my leg. I don?t think I was ever as wet as at that moment. In retrospect, I think that was the very first time I squirted. It wasn?t a big profound squirt, but I did feel something different happening. Back then, I didn?t even know squirting was possible, but I?m pretty sure that's what I experienced.I finally managed to push his hand away as I was getting over-stimulated. I grabbed his wet hand and led him into the bedroom. Again, never speaking a word, just like the good little slut that I was."Take off your clothes," was all he said as he sat on the edge of the bed watching. I felt so embarrassed and vulnerable. I slowly unhinged my dress and let it drop to the floor. He just watched and nodded for me to continue. I slowly let my bra straps slide down my shoulders and I reached to unhook my bra. I held it in place as I looked up at him. He was stoic as he watched. I slowly dropped my bra and let my breasts fall. I knew my nipples were erect and firm; how could they not be?