How I became a slut

I titled this story "Metamorphosis," but my friends, whom I gave it to read before publication, advised me to choose a more provocative title, so I changed it to the current one. This story is autobiographical, so I apologize in advance for omitting many details. But I'm not hiding from anyone, and you can find me by writing a private message.

I was left alone. The house was empty and I felt a bit sad. This is forever. For another week, I lived my old life out of inertia. The usual routine, but I had significantly more free time, and most importantly, there was nothing to think about. I had no one even to argue with, and I was overwhelmed

by terrible boredom. I lay for long, terribly long evenings, sipping wine and watching the changing pictures on the TV. And so it continued until sleep overwhelmed me.

Well, another evening passed. How many more are ahead? Boredom was driving me crazy. I needed to do something, but what? And so my days passed in a gray succession. But finally, I got sick of it all. Well, if I'm alone, then I'll have to learn to live alone. But how to learn that in our little town where there is absolutely nothing? What to occupy myself with besides the now-habitual glass? And I decided to look for a hobby on the vast expanses of the worldwide web. It seemed to me that there must be something interesting there for sure. But my first acquaintance, to tell the truth, disappointed me.

I read about world cuisines, about travel, about houseplants and animals. I even tried to get interested in these topics, but they couldn't fill all the emptiness that had formed inside, and quickly became tiresome. So, gradually, I started reading only jokes and looking at funny pictures.

All this continued until one day I missed with the mouse and clicked a link to some porn site. As far as I understood, it was a video store. I was about to close it, but I lingered.

My attention was drawn not so much by the pictures as by the captions to them. They were clearly written by someone horny, and reading them was quite amusing. After reading them all, I decided to look for something else similar. But here, too, disappointment awaited me. It turned out that all these phrases were as similar to each other as twins. Or perhaps they had a single source, because I kept stumbling upon identical ones. Losing interest in the captions, I started looking at the pictures they accompanied. But the pictures were small, and I decided to find something bigger. That's how I first went to a site with a porn catalog.

Everything there was divided by categories and type (photos or short videos). Need I say that I immediately looked into the "guys" section. And almost immediately, a photo opened of a young handsome man with an erect penis of impressive size. I won't say it aroused me or, even more so, shocked me. I had seen pornography before, and I'd seen plenty of dicks in real life. But, at least, I didn't feel the desire to immediately close the page and look for something more interesting.

I continued looking at the young studs. Some were just posing, and some were busy masturbating, and, in these cases, sometimes there were photos of drops of semen on their luxurious muscular bodies at the end. I was quite satisfied with the viewing. Apparently, I had finally found something that could interest me. Though I felt like a complete fool. After all, the solution was obvious. That's always the case with problems whose answer becomes known. And why not? After all, this topic interests everyone and doesn't require any mental effort to appreciate its appeal. The next day, I went online again. Though now I knew what I would be looking at. I went back to that site and again started looking at these Apollos. Hard, defined muscles, firm butts, big dicks.

Yeah, I'd love to be in bed with them! I wanted to see their dicks in action, and I opened photos that depicted actual sex. Some of them, to be honest, I didn't like. Beautiful actors, stylish interiors, but the poses were so awkward that they evoked pity for the unfortunate models. Apparently, their creators focused more on beauty or simply never had sex. Others, on the contrary, though shot in rather mundane settings, were much more natural. I preferred to look at those.

And there was plenty to look at! But although this will sound strange, I didn't experience sexual desires while viewing these photos. It was more like the interest of a tourist in an unfamiliar country. It was as if I was discovering a new world for myself, hidden from my eyes until recently. And, I won't hide it, this new world aroused genuine interest in me. After all, I never had anything like it. I was never with two men at once, never with a woman, even one, never tried anal. I only sucked a dick a few times, and in other cases, I only had the most ordinary vaginal sex, and the poses weren't varied. So at first, porn ignited in me not so much passion as curiosity. But, of course, I didn't remain just a curious visitor for long.

My imagination, finally receiving nourishment, began to work furiously. Masturbating, I imagined myself as a participant in those orgies I saw, and my imagination vividly painted pictures, one more obscene and seductive than the other. I looked at more and more new photos. Now I no longer waited until I went to bed, but masturbated right during viewing. Unexpectedly for myself, a real hurricane of desires raged within me. Now I knew exactly what I wanted and what my main passion was.

But this was only the first step. After all, dreaming is one thing, but turning dreams into reality is quite another. I had to change. Or rather, not even change but abandon the habits of my past life. I smiled at these thoughts. "Well then, Alka, go for it," I said to myself and headed to the bathroom.

I decided not to dress at home, of course if it was warm enough. I dried myself thoroughly and, stepping over the bathroom threshold, took my first step towards a new life. It was a rather unusual feeling. It seemed to me that someone was about to see me, and for the first second, I felt quite uncomfortable. But I waved it off, went to the kitchen, and put the kettle on. I felt the movement of air on my heated and slightly damp after-shower skin. I don't know why, but this sensation and the awareness that I was completely naked aroused me. After putting the kettle on, I went to the room where there was a large mirror and began to examine myself, estimating my chances of becoming an object of sexual desire.

It may sound conceited, but I was satisfied with the inspection. Of course, I'm no longer a girl, but I'm still quite alright. My face, despite wrinkles, has still preserved its beauty quite well, and my body didn't look bad either. The large breasts that men like so much haven't sagged too much and have retained enough firmness. My stomach doesn't hang either, and my ass is still okay. And although I'm not skinny, you couldn't call me fat either. Of course, my figure isn't ideal, but at 40, I think I can allow myself not to be a supermodel. And I'm not planning to compete for the title of "Miss (or rather Mrs.) Universe." It's enough that my body arouses desire, and judging by the looks thrown at me, it manages that.

After this inspection, I made coffee, sat down, and began to think about what else I would need. I didn't have to think long. I had seen a lot of porn where girls take quite substantial dicks in their asses, and my ass was virgin. I started looking for advice on anal sex, but it was extremely contradictory. Then I decided to try what it was like on my own. Going to some sex shop website, I ordered myself several vibrators and various lubricants. The only bad thing was that I had to wait a long time for them to arrive. I was all worn out with impatience until, finally, I received the long-awaited package.

After reading the instructions that were in the packages with the lubricant, I conducted my first experiment. I decided not to rush so as not to damage anything. I took the thinnest imitator, which was a chain of small balls strung on a thin stick, generously lubricated it, and inserted it into my ass. The sensations were very unusual, and I really wanted to poop, but it wasn't painful or unpleasant, and I left it inside and started masturbating. I brought myself to orgasm quite quickly, I liked coming and feeling something sticking out in my ass, so I considered the loss of my ass's virginity successful.

I won't go into detail about how I gradually trained my ass to accept a rather thick vibrator. Although there were a few comical incidents. But in the end, I was now ready for anal. So, I had changed, and only a small thing remained. I had to start living the life I wanted. But that turned out to be not easy. Life didn't want to change, and I still spent evenings in front of the monitor looking at others. Though now I had vibrators, but I wanted real sex with real, live people. This continued until another business trip. I was already starting to go crazy from unsatisfied desire. I was ready to pounce on anyone I met, but at the last moment, I would walk past with my eyes downcast.

And so I arrived in city "N." Actually, the company rents quite decent rooms, but I usually refuse them and rent a room in a cheaper hotel, thus increasing my income. That's what I did this time too. I rented a room in some shabby "hotel," whose only merit was that it was located not far from the station. The "official part of the visit" passed quite quickly, and I was left to my own devices. I had to spend another day in the city, as there were no tickets for the nearest train. After wandering around the city and having dinner, I returned to my room and began to think about what to do before bed and what to dedicate the next day to.

However, I had a perfect idea of what I wanted to do before bed. But how to accomplish it? After all, I didn't know anyone in the city, and even if I did, should I call and say, "Come quickly, I want to fuck"? So I sat in the room until a very simple thought occurred to me. At first, I was simply stunned. Then, burying my face in the pillow, I started laughing like a madwoman. "Alka, what a fool you are! No one knows you in this city! Well, maybe five people know, but they don't count. You can do anything! You can go out on the street and offer yourself to everyone you meet. Most will probably walk past, quickening their step, but you don't need most. You only need one, or two, or three... but not a hundred. So what are you waiting for?!" After laughing, I took a deep breath. And really, what was I waiting for? For someone to make the first move?

But that would end, at best, with a "quickie" with a drunk gentleman who also has erection problems. After all, I'm really not a girl anymore. Young guys, even though they want me—and I can see in their eyes that they do—won't dare to approach me. After all, I'm over 40, and I could be their mother. So if I don't spread my legs for them myself, I'll have to settle for aging womanizers, and even they prefer young ones. All these thoughts raced through my head, and I realized I had to act myself. I feverishly thought about what to do and decided to start by walking naked down the hallway. I don't know why that particular idea came to mind, maybe an exhibitionist awoke in me, but I couldn't think of anything better at the time.

I undressed, leaving only high-heeled shoes as clothing. I walked around the room a bit to get used to it, after all, it was the first time I undressed not in my own home. I smoked a cigarette trying to calm my excitement, but unsuccessfully. I took cigarettes with me, looked at myself in the mirror, fixed my hair for some reason, and, waiting for the hallway to become quiet, flung open the door and stepped out as if into an abyss.

For the first few seconds, I was as if stunned, I even closed my eyes. But suppressing my excitement, I opened my eyes and looked around. The hallway was empty. I caught my breath as if after a run and headed towards the stairs. They were at the very end, beyond an archway, and there was also a smoking area there, apparently for those who lived in a room with non-smokers or simply wanted to talk in private. In general, "smoking area" is a strong word. Just a dusty window with a low and wide windowsill, on which stood a large jar, half-filled with cigarette butts. I sat down on this windowsill, trying to light a cigarette with disobedient fingers. After taking a drag and calming down a bit, I started thinking about what to do next.

I was scared and incredibly pleased. This is how children enjoy doing what is forbidden. It was quiet for a while, and I calmed down. I decided to just sit here naked and smoke, since I understood that in such excitement, I was incapable of more meaningful actions. I put one foot on the windowsill, demonstrating my most intimate spot to the, as yet, non-existent spectators. And then came the sound I was both waiting for and afraid of—the sound of footsteps. My first desire was to rush into the room, but overcoming myself, I remained sitting. By the sound, I understood that more than one pair of feet was coming up, and I distinguished the ringing click of women's shoe heels. Who was coming? I feverishly guessed, but then, finally, those who had only announced themselves with their steps appeared.

An older couple, quite decently dressed, they even froze upon seeing me. I understood them perfectly! I imagined myself from the outside. A naked forty-year-old woman sprawled on a windowsill, putting her pussy on display! You don't see that every day! However, credit where it's due, they quickly came to their senses and walked quickly to their room. The woman just snorted. I looked out the window with the most indifferent expression. For some reason, their embarrassment gave me courage. I felt much calmer. And then the sound of footsteps came again. This time, I wasn't in such a panic. Moreover, my imagination, initially suppressed by fear, had awakened. I even started imagining myself in bed with that couple. I wonder what that's like? But my thoughts returned to those coming up the stairs.

Again several pairs of feet, but this time it seemed only men's. The voices were definitely men's! Well then, let's see what happens now! And here they are, three guys. One quite tall, but the others also looked fit and strong. And most importantly, young! Maximum 25, maybe even less. They also froze upon seeing me, but didn't quicken their pace; on the contrary, they slowed down. I looked at them like a rabbit at a boa constrictor. Could I be so lucky? They glanced at me with smirks, not exactly staring openly, but not hiding that they were looking either. "Hi, boys," was all I could say; I couldn't think of anything better. "Hi," one of them replied, "aren't you cold?" And he chuckled. "A little," I answered, "maybe you'll warm me up?" "Well? Shall we warm her up?" the cheerful guy asked his friends. I froze in anticipation. "Sure," the second one answered. It was as if a mountain had been lifted from my shoulders. "Come to my room," I suggested, "we can have a drink too."

The tall one reached out and felt my breast. "Let's go," he said. I got off the windowsill, and we headed to my room. I couldn't believe my luck. Were my dreams about to come true right now? Three young guys at once! Would I now be in the place of the porn actresses I was so envious of! I was terribly aroused. A fire of lust was burning between my legs, and I walked on wobbly legs, anticipating what was about to happen. The tall one was already groping my ass; I didn't remain in debt and stroked his tracksuit pants in front, feeling his dick swelling under my hand.

His friends started chuckling. "Well, you're quick," the tall one said. "It's not my fault such a good blowjob came along," the guy joked back and sank into an armchair. "Well, never mind," I thought, "Now your friends will fuck me, and I'll get back to your dick, dear. You'll see that I'm really good." The remaining guys, taking advantage of the unexpected pause, undressed. After all, I hadn't even given them time for that, starting to suck as soon as we crossed the threshold. One of them, after undressing, lay down on the bed and beckoned me to him. I also climbed onto the bed and started sucking again, sticking my ass out and demonstrating my holes. The tall guy hesitated a bit, but then he came up behind me and started running his dick over the swollen, lust-dripping lips of my hungry pussy. Then I, tearing myself away from the dick, turned to him and said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck me!"

I didn't have to repeat my request twice. He entered me with a sharp thrust, immediately reaching the most intimate depths and wrenching a cry of pleasure from my chest. He firmly grabbed me by the waist and began to fuck rhythmically with