My dream life

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My dream lifefantasy inspired by real eventsI’ve nothing to offer Her, apart from maybe some amusement and flattery. All I can do is be as useful as I can be – so Her house is spotless, Her garden is pristine, I run Her every errand, get all Her supplies, put on my chauffeur’s hat and run Her down to Oxford St where She shops to Her heart’s content and I’m always outside ready to take Her to the next store. (Fantasy).Then I get my occasional treats. All I need is to look at Her, to worship Her and She knows that (true). So when She appears at Her back door and beckons me with a crook of Her finger, I’m scurrying there like an excited schoolboy, hastily pulling on my ‘dirty’ mac (which is actually reasonably clean, and that’s true – I always wear my dirty mac and it’s clean enough) and looking forward to my ‘treat’.I follow Her into Her house and to Her room which She uses as a studio. This is an exciting place to be because She does a lot of posing here for Her website, and I see She has Her laptop open and one of my recent worship sheets is on the screen. I’m already rigid and upright in my pants, cause She’s wearing the revealing outfit that features in the photoset I’m currently on, and which I’ve been spunking my pants on a lot and sending Her worship sheets for – including the one on Her screen.I can’t believe I sent Her such a pervy worship sheet, which celebrates the fact that She’s made me spunk my pants 6 times already on the set, but She points to it, laughing, and says “so it will be a seventh time then!”, laughing knowingly. Difficult to believe, but it’s clear She intends that I should spunk my pants in front of Her as She poses (this did happen – the worship sheet said ‘3rd Time Around pants-spunk’, and She said, “so it will be a 4th Time Around!” – She was wearing the outfit from the worship sheet and about to pose in it in the studio while I watched.)So She proceeds to start Her tease, which She always does nowadays at the start of a Worship Session (She did a tease at the start of the last ever Worship Session) When a girl makes you ejaculate so much just looking at Her photos and videos, it’s impossible to describe the excitement of being in Her presence, specially when you know She’s going to show, when you’ll see Her pose for real. Even as it’s happening I can’t quite believe it. All you normal people won’t agree I’m sure, but cumming in your pants just watching a girl as She shows, teases, torments, tantalises, is just the tops, the pinnacle. Well it is for me. It’s even better than rubbing as you look at photos. It’s like you’ve surrendered all control, and it’s just the sight of Her that will cause your spunkulation. Doing it in your underpants and trousers in front of Her is the ultimate in subservience, giving homage to Her as a Goddess who has the power of inducing perv ecstasy, that power over you and many other pervs and wankers. I love to submit to it, so She sees just what happens to me when She shows, She hears just how much ecstasy She gives me, how noisily and messily I pants-spunk in front of Her. She’s talking to me as She starts to pose, lifting Her skirt a little, moving Her hips, saying things like “this is what you want to see, isn’t it you big Wanker! I bet you won’t last 5 minutes, you’ll be cumming in your pants in no time!” (That’s pretty much what She did at that last Worship Session, and also what She said to me in the video She did for me). My eyes are popping of course, my face burning and an intense expression on my face tells Her She’s got me very worked up already. Still Her skirt goes up and I see stocking-tops, and the pulsations in my penis, making it bob up and down as it protrudes out the front of my wank-trousers, cause little squirts of pre-cum which soak the tip of the bulge in my trousers. I’m quivering all over and whimpering now as She teases and teases, saying “do you want to see more Graham, I bet you want to cum in your pants don’t you, wanker!”Then with both hands grasping the aliağa escort hem of Her little skirt, She raises it just above Her knix and I can hear a strangled groan as the whole of my body jerks forward, and then the air is full of my pathetic little cries of perv ecstasy as I shudder and shudder and a wet patch of spunk spreads rapidly across the front of my trousers, already heavily spunk-stained from previous pants-spunks. I subside as She gently laughs, and I’m standing in front of Her thoroughly soaked, a strong smell of cum rising upwards. How I love the feeling of humiliation and shame, of embarrassment, because She can see I’ve done it all in my underpants and trousers, She can see that I can’t help myself moaning and crying out, I can’t stop from wetting myself, messing myself in front of Her. She knows I’m a slave to Her loveliness, and I guess She knows how much I love that. (That happened at Worship Sessions with Miss Melanie dozens of times – She even had to say once “mind my carpet!” as She saw a big gob of spunk welling up through my trousers and threatening to drop on the floor.)“Oh Graham, you’ve done it already, and there’s still so much more I’m going to do!”“Sorry Miss”. “You’ll have to change that worship sheet to 7 pants-spunks now, won’t you?!”“Oh yes Miss!”I expect you normal people are all scornful about a pervert wetting his pants just looking at girls. But I know several sex-queens who enjoyed hearing about it, and knowing that’s what they made me do. If it’s never happened to you, you can’t have any idea what it’s like, how wonderful it is. In the early days, I didn’t truly appreciate the wonder of it, since it’s almost impossible not to intervene to speed it up, and that was specially true when there’s limited time, and you need to be sure it’s going to happen while the girl or girls are still in sight – like the go-go dancers on telly, you’ve only got 2 or 3 minutes to cum while they’re still on screen. It’s not easy when people are around but there are ways, like clasped hands on your lap, or gently pressing up against something solid, like banisters or a bar. It wasn’t until that first time when there was no way I could help it along, as I was sat at a table in a club with blokes from work, but Miss Vicky danced so sexily, all bosomy in Her bikini and knobby truly did cum all by itself – from then on I wanted to enjoy that as often as possible, when I wasn’t up against the clock. So parked up with my new magazines, all the time in the world, and ogle pics of Miss Donna, Miss Debbie, Miss Stacey and so many others, and feel the spunk rise, all by itself, and I’ve loved that ecstasy ever since. It’s lovely and gradual, like I describe below, unless girls come along and see me, and then it’s instant pants-spunking while they laugh and laugh at Wanker. With my Goddess, it’s happened 100s and 100s of times, and I’ve told Her about it every single time. I’ve included graphic descriptions of it in Explicit Messages I send to Her, to try and explain the unbelievable exquisite ecstasy She gives me, just looking. Something like this – After preparing worship material for Her, including the picture worship sheet (Her title) for the pic that made me spunk my pants last time, I’m already pretty worked up when I go back to Her picture set I’m currently on. I go back to that very same pic, and re-live the ecstasy it gave me a couple of days ago. Already I’m talking to Her, looking in Her eyes, which I can’t do for real. This is the beginning of a heavenly experience, and my level of excitement and anticipation is at fever pitch. After telling Her “Wanker’s back Miss! This is where you made me spunk my pants last time, and you’re going to again very soon!” I click on the next pic, and that may be as far as I get, or I might manage a few – it depends whether She’s showing anything yet, or even if I skip photos because they’re too bare.I always know when I arrive at a pic and ‘it’s the one’. Just the way She smiles, the escort aliağa way She shows Her curves, has me wide-eyed and breathless. On my other screen a video is playing, invariably one of my Worship Session videos, where I can hear Her voice laughing, calling me a wanker, talking about how She knows She makes me spunk my pants. I talk to Her some more, and soon I’m chanting my pervy chants, like “spunk queen bare girl, spunk queen bare girl, She’s a spunk queen, I’m a wanker, She’s a spunk queen I’m a wanker”. She’s heard these chants for real, when playing worship videos at Worship Sessions, and repeated “so I’m the spunk queen, you’re the wanker!”, laughing a lot. I’m rigid in my underpants, and my penis is pulsating, I can’t think of another word for it. As I enter the countdown to ecstasy, entirely in Her power, I start to quiver all over. I’d love to keep chanting and talking to Her, but now all I can do is whimper as the growing feelings of ecstasy start to overwhelm me. The pulsations get stronger and stronger as I ogle Her pic and hear Her voice, and inexorably the spunk starts to rise from deep below the penis, like the mercury in a thermometer. Whimpers turn to moans as the spunk rises, and pre-cum starts with little squirts into my underpants, beginning the process of wetting my underpants and trousers. Quivering turns to flailing of arms and legs as I go “oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!” I worry about kicking the plug out the socket and the screen going blank, but the flailing increases along with my moans until the spunk-pump kicks in as I yelp and a big gob of spunk is forced out the slit in my tip and soaks into my underpants. Then all you can hear are pitiful cries of perv ecstasy and the noise of my flailing legs kicking against the bench, my head and shoulders jerking forwards violently in time to the shots of spunk spurting into my underpants.That moment between leaking pre-cum and spurting spunk is one of the most exquisite ecstasy, the sensations right in the tip of the penis something you can only get when a girl makes you pants-spunk. No wonder I worship Her so much. Out the corner of my eye I can see the bulge in my trousers bobbing up and down as it shoots into my pants, and the rapid spreading of a wet spunk-patch across my trousers. When that’s dried I’ll keep it there for days, or weeks or months, dreaming that somehow I’ll get to show it to Her. (Yes, I attend Worship Sessions with Her wearing my stained wank-trousers, but so far I’ve always kept my mac done up. With some Goddesses I’ve sent photos and/or videos of the spunk-stains in my trousers and underpants afterwards).Anyway, back to the story. She clicks on Her laptop and the next worship sheet in the sequence comes up, and She laughs as She reads it. It’s so pervy and pathetic I’m embarrassed to see it, but I have delicious naughty feelings that it’s telling Her the state I got into looking at Her photos. She reads several worship sheets, some of them out loud and then laughing loudly at the perviness of them. “There’s two worship videos for this set already Miss” I venture to say.“Two?! Already?! You’re such a wanker Graham!”“Yes Miss, I love being a wanker and worshiping you Miss.”She finds the first one and it begins to play. The female narrator starts by talking about ‘how Wanker got to the set and just started to spunk his pants again and again…’ (this is true, She’s played my worship videos for real and laughed a lot hearing the commentary). She laughs hearing this, and says “spunking your pants Graham! That shows what a big Wanker you are!!” (True, these are the sorts of things She says watching my worship videos).She doesn’t say these things nastily, but quite nicely really. As She’s watching the videos, She’s sitting on a stool showing breathtaking amounts of legginess and I’m beginning to get stiff again. Seeing Her show in that lovely outfit, hearing Her laugh and comment about my worship material and standing in front of Her like a naughty schoolboy aliağa escort bayan with all the front of my wank-trousers soggy and smelly with cum, I’m getting very worked up. For 15 or 20 minutes She goes through Her folder of my worship material I’ve sent Her on Her laptop, watching worship videos, looking at worship sheets and the pervy mag covers I do for Her. She laughs and comments all the time, shifting position on the stool giving me mind-boggling views of Her loveliness, and it’s not long before I’ve got a prong sticking upright in my still-wet trousers. Nowadays I’m unable to pants-spunk in quick succession, so I’m trying to avoid the compulsion to put my hand through the holes in my mac and wank-trouser pockets and just start rubbing. It’s as if She knows this and Her movements begin to display more loveliness, while Her comments on my worship material get more and more risqué, and She’s using the words ‘wanker’ and ‘pants-spunk’ more and more, even turning directly to me and saying jokingly “you WANKER Graham! You big, BIG WANKER!!”Then I can’t take it anymore and I begin to jerk through my pockets, faster and faster as I’m more and more out of control. She raises Her knee on the stool, reaching for Her high heel shoe, showing Her black knix and making me moan as I jerk even more. Then She points Her toe at the ceiling and slides Her hands upwards over Her stocking, up to the stocking-top and back. I’m gasping loudly as I jerk and then, oh the moans as knobby pumps into my underpants in earnest, my face strained and beetroot red and gobs of glistening spunk welling up through the absorbent material of my wank-trousers and soaking back in, adding a second wet patch – because my hand is poked through my trouser pocket, the front of them has been moved to one side so that a dry part of my trousers is over my spurting knob. So I end up with two wet patches – a fitting tribute to my Goddess and Her power to induce perv ecstasy in me at Her whim. “Oh Miss….” I stammer, knocked-out by what She did. “Well, you’ve been a good boy, you deserved it, it’s just harmless fun, isn’t it?”“It’s a bit more than fun to me!” She laughs when I say that. “You changed my life Miss!” (That exchange took place during a Worship Session, and She asked me was there no-one else I worshipped, and I told Her She was The One.)When spring and summer come along it’s fabulous, because I often see Her in Her garden. I don’t have general access to the house, only at specific times to carry out my duties, or when I’m invited in for one of the ‘treats’ She allows me. I maintain the garden but only during certain hours, but I can see most of it from my bench in the garden shed where I live, and just seeing Her stroll out, in Her jeans and top, is so lovely. Even like that I get erect immediately and can’t help stroking through my trousers. But when She decides to do a shoot in the garden – usually photos and videos – it’s heaven, and ecstasy for me. Her usual two photographers arrive, one videos the entire shoot while the other takes the stills. I love those videos so much, seeing a girl smiling and posing at the camera while She shows Her loveliness, always enough to make me pants-spunk. After the session I see them go into the house and it’s quite a while before the two guys emerge from the front door and drive off. That worries me a bit, like a sort of jealousy, and I find it difficult to think of Her having normal relationships – She’s not married but I know She has boyfriends but I try not to think about that. I always struggled with the idea that the girls I worshipped in magazines, the starlets I’d see in the cinema and spunk my pants watching, had ‘relations’ with men – it was like I thought of them as pure. I have Her on a pedestal as my Goddess and I don’t want to think of Her being ‘taken’ by a man. So every time there’s a shoot in the garden I try not to think about what might happen after in Her bedroom, and anyway I’m soon distracted by Her posing and the exquisite perv ecstasy as She makes me spunk my pants again. And if She summons me for a ‘treat’ later in the week, I’m instantly trotting up like a lapdog, my mind only on the intense perv pleasure She has in store for me.

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