Maing of a Male Slut

After exacting my revenge on the three girls that all had a hand in drugging me and making me fuck my cousin, I realized something: revenge doesn't fix what happened. I was still just as fucked up as before, and with revenge out of the way, I had nothing to distract my thoughts. Well, almost. There was Biljana.

Biljana was a childhood friend of Ljubica, my friend from college (the one whose birthday party I lost virginity at). She was tall, blonde, with a nice slim figure and very long legs, with surprisingly small feet for her height. She was studying to be a lawyer, very proud of herself, and somewhat looking down on others.

We met when we both went to the movies with Ljubica, a couple weeks before the end of my secret revenge plot. We went on a couple of dates in the meantime, but she was a very difficult person to get along with, always pointing out something she felt was wrong with me, and always having some kind of crazy drama in her life that she needed help with (usually in the form of money or driving her around).

At the same time, she kept showing interest in seeing me more and more, and at this point in my life, a tall hot blonde showing interest in me wasn't something I could afford to throw away just like that. That's probably why I tried very hard to be the Mr. Perfect she wanted me to be.

I started dressing the way she liked, acting the way she liked, buying her presents, opening doors for her, driving her everywhere, simply put, being at her beck and call.

What's worse, while we were seeing more and more of each other, and our conversations turned increasingly intimate, things were moving kinda slow on the physical aspect. At the point where my revenge plot was over, we were dating for a few weeks, and still haven't gone further than a kiss.

She, of course, knew I wanted more, but had this crazy idea that she wanted the next guy she sleeps with to be her future husband. I think she picked it up from some girly movie.

Now, while we didn't do much in the sex department, she sure liked talking about it. We ended up sharing information about most of our fetishes with each other. It turned out she liked some BDSM too, and was a switch (she seemed 100% dominant in her behaviour towards me, though). She also fantasized about having her feet worshipped, which suited my foot fetish perfectly, although she wouldn't actually act on it, for fear it might turn her on too much.

One thing we disagreed on much was body hair. I had finally regrown my body hair after having it waxed for Maca's bachelorette party, and was relieved that I could finally go swimming again. I had to make up a bunch of bullshit excuses over the last couple of months to avoid my friends seeing my waxed body. It was hard enough to come up with an explanation for my arms and legs, which I convinced them was a failed attempt to get faster at cycling.

So, when I finally regrew my body hair enough, I immediately went to the pool with Biljana, who liked swimming as much as I did, and whom I was eager to at least see in a bikini. And boy, did she look like a knockout in her blue thong bikini. Unfortunately, she had complaints about the way I looked.

At this point in my life, I considered myself pretty well built, but she kept insisting that I was skinny, and that I should start taking supplements to buff up. She also pointed out that body hair on a skinny body is the worst combination, and that my body hair wouldn't be so bad if I had more muscle mass, or that my "skinny" body would look much better hairless.

We argued about it for a while, but then she won the argument by having me first put sun lotion on her back, and then massage her body. I kept my side of the argument valiantly while massaging her back, but then she had me move down to her ass, and my resolve weakened slightly. Then as I started massaging her beautiful long legs, I protested less and less as I moved down them, and by the time I started massaging her feet, I caved completely.

In the end, she had me agree to do full body laser hair removal. She even booked me an appointment for the next day from her smartphone right then, while I was still massaging her feet, so I couldn't change my mind later.

After that was settled, her mood for the rest of the day was very happy, and we had great fun swimming, tanning and hanging around the pool until it was closing time, at which point we headed for the changing rooms.

Now, at my local pool, there's a group shower right outside the changing rooms, that people seldom use, because it's in a really bad shape, with some showerheads broken off, grates missing from the floor sinks, hardly ever any hot water, etc.

As we got to the entrance of the changing rooms, she stopped me and led me into the showers. She produced a razor and some shaving cream from her handbag and told me I needed to shave my whole body a day in advance to prepare for the laser hair removal.

I was taken aback by the fact that she had that on her, meaning she was fully planning on having (and winning) that argument with me today. I started to say something but was cut off by her turning on the water, which was freezing.

I figured I might as well get it over with quickly, and lathered myself up and started shaving. She watched me with a predatory look in her eyes as I shaved my chest, then arms, then armpits, as I felt more and more ashamed, because I wasn't used to it and I associated body hair removal with femininity. I felt especially girly as I shaved the legs, but the worst was yet to come.

She offered to shave my back, and I accepted, since it would've been difficult for me to do it myself. I turned my back to her and leaned against the wall, trying to stand perfectly still as she ran the razor down my back.

Just as she was finishing up shaving my back, she surprised me by pulling down my swim trunks and asking me to spread my legs and lean more forward. I felt very vulnerable being naked in the public shower, but, as I said before, we haven't gotten further than a kiss before this, so her now touching my bare ass felt like I won the lottery, even though it was under those weird circumstances, so I stepped out of my swim trunks and got into the position.

She seemed to be enjoying it, taking her sweet time, slowly and deliberately lathering each part and shaving it multiple times. I probably would've gotten a huge boner, had the cold water not kept me shriveled up.

I felt a mix of relief and disappointment as she finished her work on my backside. She then handed me the razor back to finish up my front, playfully slapped my ass, and left for the changing rooms, leaving me alone and naked in the public shower.

I hurriedly shaved all my pubic hair, now feeling more vulnerable than ever, being naked and completely hairless in the public shower. To make matters worse, that's when I noticed my swim trunks going down the uncovered drain.

I quickly lunged over to catch them, but it was too late, they were already down, stuck deep in the pipe. I tried reaching down with my fingers, but they were too deep, just out of reach.

Just then, I heard something behind me. I turned around in surprise, and saw the cleaning lady staring at me. Panicking, I covered my crotch with my hands and ran out of the shower, and into the changing rooms. I fumbled with my locker combination for what seemed like an eternity (around five seconds), before getting my stuff out of the locker and running into a stall to get dressed.

Once inside the stall, I was able to catch my breath and calm down a bit, at which point the shame subsided and gave way to arousal. After all, I've spent a whole day next to Biljana in her bikini, and her shaving my ass, as weird as it was, was a good sign, indicating she may soon get off her high horse regarding sex. Not to mention I was also quite an exhibitionist by this point, so getting caught naked was arousing too.

Before I knew it, I was furiously jerking off in the stall, still naked, building up to a massive orgasm. I felt like I was going to explode. But just as I neared the point of no return, there was a knock on the stall door.

It was Biljana, asking me what's taking so long. She joked that I better not be masturbating. I tried to calm my breathing as possible before telling her I'd be right out.

I crammed my frustrated cock into my pants and quickly dressed and went out of the stall. As she sat beside me while I gave her a ride home, she kept touching the skin of my right arm and leg, commenting how smooth it feels. The feeling of her touch was amplified on my hairless skin, and combined with the whole situation, I was turned on like never before. My hardon was straining in my pants.

As we got to her place, she fully French kissed me, then quickly exited the car and disappeared into the building. Not able to hold myself back any longer, I pulled out my cock right there and started jerking off again. I was already on the edge and started cumming in seconds, barely having enough presence of mind to catch it all using a whole pack of tissues.

As I came down from my orgasm high, I started having second thoughts about the hair removal treatment I agreed to, but realized it was too late to back out now.