Hi all,
Before I begin allow me to address some potential questions and concerns.
**Why is this so long?**
I want to paint a full picture and this requires plenty of backstory. Also stuff doesn’t happen in five minutes, that’s not how life works and a good girl can’t go full slut within a day. I don’t believe that I even went 60% of how slutty I could be, but for me this is still like going from never riding a bike to being in top 10 of a local race within few months.
**Is this real?**
Story itself is real but bear in mind some details, names etc. are changed. I’m a bit paranoid about being stalked but at the same time I feel like if I don’t share it somewhere I’m gonna go crazy. So here we are.
**THE BACKSTORY**
I come from a profoundly religious and conservative background and it did took its toll on me. All my teenage years and young adult time I was very close-minded and had tons of insecurities. I did have to admit sometimes that I was attractive but never had the confidence to say it out loud. I saw my peers in the changing rooms at schools, I saw their bodies and I knew that I’m probably within top 3-5 of the girls I know bodywise but still I would never show off. Clevage? Forget it. Tight jeans? What would people say, they would look at my ass probably. Short dress? What if I bent and someone saw my undies? I remember how I blushed red like a coke can when a girl at school commented that I got a great ass in black lace thong when I had wore them to school once and she saw me in the changing room. I was a fucking failure at being a woman, at least that’s how I felt at the time.
My love life wasn’t great either – had a few boyfriends but reaching point of any sexual contact took a tremendous effort. I guess peer pressure worked hard here as I “broke the seal” around the same time everyone else did. However by the time my boyfriend at the time took me to UK with himself my official body count was 3, including him. Unofficially I didn’t really count one drunk night lakeside blowjob that me and the receiver never spoke again and which was my sluttiest moment for a long time and my go-to masturbation memory xD
As said – shortly after leaving high school I ended up with my boyfriend in UK. How come my religious parents allowed that? Well, his parents not only were equally religious but also super important in the local community and my parents were actually proud that their daughter is a fiancee (no he didn’t proposed but they assumed marriage soon) of him. So they never really protested.
**BOREDOM AND BREAKUP**
I don’t want to bore you with details of my relationship at the time. Let’s say it was boring, full of lies from his side, a bit of abuse and quite a bit of depression on my side. It was also a slow but steady eye opener on how life could be different. My english got better quickly, to the point where I became much more proficient than my boyfriend (he hated that) and got a good (not so well paid but easy and steady) office job. He hated that even more, claiming this kinda job isn’t a REAL job like he does. We started growing apart and after long period of barely being able to look at each other during pandemic we went separate ways in early 2022.
It was now and then, as I was sobbing to a friend while sipping a bottle of wine, that I decided I need to finally be me. What did it mean? I had no freaking clue but I knew for certain that what I was wasn’t even remotely close to what I wish I was. I wanted more. I knew I could be like so many girls I knew from the office or even more. Some of them weren’t even that hot but they still didn’t care and wore heels, revealing clothes and dated guys they wanted. They would have coffee in the morning and chat about how they got drunk and laid over the last weekend. Why should I always be a standout? A freaking nerd that looks like she never rode a dick and still wears undies her mama bought her. Fuck it. Over.
**GEORGE**
To be fair my push to change was seeing George. To be fair I never paid attention to him, nor did he to me. He was working in another building near my workplace and was well known by pretty much everybody. Tall, quite lean, usually wearing untucked shirt with lifted sleeves. I would admit he was handsome when I was still in a relationship. Now that I was single I would say he was fucking hot and outta my league.
Few weeks after my breakup I saw him as I was walking to work. He was just standing chatting with a friend. At this time I already moved from god-awful hide-almost-everything long dresses to still long but show a little bit and wear heels look. I was also finally wearing make-up, thanks to ridiculous amount of money I spent on a course and all the tools. As I walked past him our eyes met for a moment and he winked. He bloody winked and said “hi”. Obviously I just went full red face and run off.
I decided that when we meet again I won’t chicken out and actually engage. The opportunity came quickly as literally a week or two later he was outside our office chatting with my work colleague. He introduced us and I had to say I was pretty successful at not being a moron. I could also see him checking me out slightly which flattered me as hell. In the next month or two I spoke with him on quite a few occasions and even flirted a bit in a joking manner. Thing were good except I still felt like a teenage girl that doesn’t really knows what she’s doing and lacks basic confidence.
If seeing him was a push to start the change, then seeing her was a push to finally get my shit together and do whatever I want. The girl he left the office with, holding her ass and making out before saying hi to me and jumping into a uber to take her home. She was mediocre. Mediocre as it gets. A bit chubby, with small unimpressive tits short haired brunette with an ugly tight tattoo. She however had the confidence. She was wearing shorts, heels and a revealing crop-top. It was way past my breakup and even my mum stopped calling me to ask so we sort it out. Why would I be stuck in the old me? It was time for change.
**CHANGE**
I went nuts on the shopping. Changed like 80% of my wardrobe within the next two months. Now my office attire consisted mostly of tight dresses and skirts and revealing tops that had my co-workers gasping as I bent over their desk or sat next to them. I also gained a bit of weight and my workout routine paid off making my ass look better than ever. I knew I was talk of the office – guys wanted to go out with me but I would just ignore their requests and some girls spread a rumor that I have a sugar-daddy. It actually was quite hot to think of myself that way. At least I started saving money on buying lunch as every day some guy from the office would take me out with pleasure so he can glaze at my tits.
I went on about 5 tinder dates in that time, but none went further than some mild making-out after walking me to tube station. I wasn’t quite there yet and would rather go home and have my trusty dildo do the job rather than inviting a stranger. I was thinking about it, dreaming about it, duh! I even sent dirty pics to some of them xD But when it came to the most important part I would just say “on a second one” and then never see them again.
**THE BREAKTHROUGH**
Mid-July leaving party for a workmate turned into quite a spectacle with people from his previous work as well as most local offices showing up in the pub. Hot weather allowed me to go full-on with a little black dress with just a tiny g-string underneath. My presence was one of the highlights of the evening with tons of looks from horny guys and envious girls. I, for the first time in my life, enjoyed the attention. Never been an outgoing person and now I had lots of conversations, free drinks and … well maybe a bit too many free drinks.
I even met George there and enjoyed him actually craving my attention. I however already had my eyes on a different peace of meat and ignored him, which btw felt great. Jake was quite muscular, a bit short (my height but bear in mind I was hearing heels) and had stunningly blue eyes. We talked for quite a bit and ended up going outside to grab some air.
Conveniently his flat was not that far off. I asked him to walk me to the nearest tube claiming I’ve had enough but about halfway there I asked if we can step by his place so I can pee. He chuckled but agreed and we took a 15 minutes detour to his place. We stepped in and he showed me where the bathroom was. I went in, did my thing and had a glance in the mirror. This is it. Fuck it. I want to finally get laid. He doesn’t know me anyways, he’s like distant friend to Rob who worked with him years ago. Doesn’t even have my socials or number. I fixed my dress a bit around my breast and lifted it to check if my panties are looking ok. I stepped out.
He was standing in his kitchen holding a bottle of beer and checking his phone.
– Are we going? – he asked.
– Can I get something to drink?
He offered me a beer but I asked for water so he poured me a glass. When I downed it I just kept staring at him.
– What? – he asked frowning.
– Dunno – I said – I guess I’m wondering if you’re going to ask me to stay.
Blunt. I’ve never been so blunt. Alcohol was kicking in and I felt that I’m not in full control of what I’m saying. He stepped closer and sipped on his beer.
– What would you want to do? – he said slowly. I rolled my eyes. God he wants me to say it. I know what this is. He sees how I look and he’s convinced that this is what I am. A dirty slut. I could hear my heart thumping. I took a step forward and bit my lip looking down at his crotch. Thump. Thump. Fuck.
– I can begin by sucking your cock – I whispered quietly and felt an immediate wave of heat around my body.
– What are you waiting for? – he asked and I felt another heatwave. This one was weaker but had my nipples turn solid hard in a sec. I knelt without a word and looked up at him unzipping his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his half-hard cock sprung out slowly in front of my face. I grabbed it and opened my mouth, putting it in. He wasn’t extremely long, I had seen a longer one but it was thick. I felt how he grew in my mouth. I closed my eyes and began to suck lightly stroking him and letting him go deeper with each move of my head. I felt how he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it a bit so I speed up. After few moments he pulled my hair a bit so I stopped and looked up at him.
– Come – he said and I stood up. He grabbed my sides and pushed me slightly showing me to his living room. He then pushed me on the couch and ducked in between my legs pulling my panties down and throwing them away. I spread my legs and felt his warm kiss on my pussy, followed by and excellent tongue work. My ex was so shit at this, I thought but couldn’t really concentrate on rational thinking. I was moaning loudly as his tongue was pulling magic tricks. That wasn’t enough though. I needed him. I needed his dick.
– Fuck me please – I said and he responded immediately. He rose up and stuck his hard as rock dick in me. I laid my legs on his arms and bit my lips rolling my eyes. Fuck that’s good. That’s so, so good.
– You like it? – he growled, pushing his dick all the way in making me squeak with each push. I nodded – I want to hear it you little polish slut. Do you like my dick?
– Yes daddy – I said, louder than expected.
– Good – he responded – you like being a little whore, don’t you? – his voice was a bit agressive. Such a contrast to my mild ex.
– Yes baby – I said even louder this time. He pulled his cock out and I squeaked again, now in disappointment.
– Suck my fucking dick some more – he demanded and I kneeled. This time I wasn’t slow or delicate. I nearly swallowed his whole cock at once and firmly grabbed him by his balls. Each stroke was strong and deep and I felt my spit dropping on his wooden floor.
– Come on – he said – bend over you little slag.
I did as he asked. I laid face in his couch with my ass spread so he can fuck me from behind. I felt his thick cock enter me and my vision turned dark. It was like a long forgotten itch that just got scratched. Immense pleasure. I felt another heatwave resonating, pulsating with each stroke he did, from my underbelly through my whole body. I felt his hand slap my ass firmly and it made me regain my consciousness for a few moments. It was enough to realise I was screaming. Not moaning or squeaking quietly. I was literally shouting with each stroke. I lost it again, vision blurry, sounds faded until he slapped me again. I felt his strong hand grab my hair and pull my head backwards with no regards for the fact that it might hurt me. It did, but I didn’t give a single shit about pain. I just wanted more. I felt his warm breath near my ear.
– I want to cum all over your face – he whispered quietly. So dirty. So confident. So demanding. How could I say no. How would I not serve him however he wants. I am nothing by his bitch.
– Yes daddy – I whispered.
What happened next was a blur. He was rough, I was drunk and his cum was plenty. I regained my senses looking at my reflection in his bathroom mirror. My mascara was blurred, and so was my lipstick. My hair was in disarray from being pulled and my dress was rolled into a small bit under my breasts. Most of my face and breasts were covered with cum. I turned around slowly and saw red hand shape on my left ass cheek. I grabbed a wet tissue from my handbag and began to clean myself up, throwing them in his toilet. I pulled my dress back into place. Last glance in the mirror. There was a small drop of his cum on my neck. I grabbed it with the tip of my finger and licked it off. I can get used to that, I thought walking out of the bathroom with a confident stroll.
– I ordered you Uber, he should be here soon – he said – not sure where exactly do you live but he’ll go to XXXXXX station.
– Cool, I can walk from there – I replied. He was sitting on his couch naked, sipping another beer. I picked up my undies from his floor and pulled them up my legs and put them on, fixing my dress again.
– Fun times – he said – if you wanna meet again you know where I live.
– Sure – I replied walking towards the door – Bye now.
I looked at my reflection in the elevator mirror and smiled. I’m fucking hot. I just fucked this guy like a total slut. And it all feels so good. So me. Finally.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/woxqis/f_how_i_went_from_a_decent_quiet_girl_to_a_slutty
Fantastic story! Thank you for sharing. Hope you’ll share more about your sexual awakening!