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Top Ten Pants-Spunks – 1st In Public - Miss Vicky free porn video
I was 19, and I knew what I was. I’d already got 1000s of dirty mags, and seeing girls go-go dance on telly made me cum in my pants. My evenings are spent hanging out my window wanking on the girls going by. It doesn’t occur to me as we enter this club that I’m taking a very big risk.
It’s a firm’s do, some bloke is leaving so everyone’s going to this club place, and I tag along, I haven’t been with this company long so I feel it would be unwise to refuse. It was unwise to agree to go. Inside there’s a couple of bars, a casino, and a stage. There’s a comedian, several it turns out, a compere who looks and sounds like a gameshow host, and......dancing girls. Everywhere the waitresses are in short skirts.
I’m just terrified to look anywhere, I’m completely unprepared for this, I don’t even have a jacket and I know if I look at one of the lovely girls, waitressing or on stage, I’m going to get an erection and be the laughing stock of my work colleagues. How I regret my decision to come and already I’ve resolved never to go out with anyone ever again. But I still have to get out of this situation.
One of the other blokes who works in the stores starts a conversation about some product or other, and I sort of engage, keeping my eyes off anything that moves. He gets bored or something, but anyway turns to talk to someone else, and I hold my pint, looking at the floor. Everyone around our table is now chatting away, no-one seems to be looking at the stage, and there’s people singing songs and stuff, then the compare announces ‘the lovely, voluptuous Vicky, who’s going to dance for us’.
There’s something in the way he introduces Her that makes me look up, to see this Goddess walk onto the stage. I’m 19, a wanker, and I’ve only seen girls in my mags, apart from a few lucky flashes now and again. I’ve never seen a girl in a bikini for real and Miss Vicky is wearing what I know now to be a dancer’s bikini with tassels and frills, and a big scarf d****d over Her shoulders which only occasionally reveals Her bikini.
It’s a very long time ago and much of what happened is a blur, but as I’ve told the story before and dream about it to this day, I remember the salient details like it was yesterday – at least I think so. The first few minutes watching Her it was like I was oblivious to anything else – not only is She a Goddess, and wearing less than I’ve ever seen, but She is going to dance too. So I’m in a trance, that’s for sure, unable to believe what’s about to happen, like it’s an out of body experience.
Without thinking, I get my knob upright in my underpants, freeing it from the constraints of the material. I’m dizzy as I watch Her move, aware of this growing sensation in the tip of my penis. I don’t know what’s going to happen but I sure as hell didn’t want to cum in my pants with all the blokes from work there, but I’m unable to stop looking at Her. It’s like the tip of my knob is burning, and I’ve never felt that before. Obviously I’m not touching it and I’m trying not to get too excited because I know at the back of my mind I’m on a works outing, and getting up to any perviness was definitely NOT on the agenda.
Then I realise I’m trembling all over, and the burning in my tip is almost painful, but there’s no way I can stop watching Miss Vicky – Her dancing reveals Her bikini frequently and She’s so bosomy She could easily have been in any of my big-tit mags. The burning feeling rises to a crescendo and then suddenly exquisite ecstasy as a whole stream of pre-cum runs into my underpants, and I’m quivering violently as She has me right on the verge.
I’m terrified about what’s happening to me and the fact everyone must be looking at me aghast, but at the same time utterly entranced by Miss Vicky and the fact it appears She’s going to make me spunk in my pants there and then, completely hands-free. Then a massive jolt goes through me as my spunk-pump kicks in - I’m not sure if I yelped or not – and I’m bouncing up and down in my seat as She makes me pants-spunk, my buttocks contracting with each big shot of cum, and I don’t know if I’m moaning or what.
She makes me fill my pants with spunk and then I’m subsiding, shortly afterwards She leaves the stage, and I force myself to turn round, certain I’ll be met with a load of angry faces, a lot of abuse, ostracisation, probably a sacking next morning, but........ no-one’s taking any notice of me, they’re all deep in conversation, and my nerves subside. Then I smell cum, and glance down to see in the darkness what looks like a wet patch.
What am I going to do? What if the lights go up? What happens when we all leave? I say nothing and get to my feet and head towards the exit. I’m terrified someone will see my wet patch, maybe one of the waitresses (lovely thought really) and I’ll be stopped by the bouncers who presumably have to deal with pervs like me occasionally when they come in to ogle the dancers and get perv sex pleasure.
But I make it to the door and exit swiftly, seeing clearly under the street lights that beautiful Miss Vicky made me soak the entire front of my trousers with cum. I can’t take the bus, so it’s a very long walk home, trying to keep out of the light. But what an experience – my first proper hands-free pants-spunk seeing a girlie-goddess for real. I’ll never ever forget it. Definitely Top Ten.
It’s a firm’s do, some bloke is leaving so everyone’s going to this club place, and I tag along, I haven’t been with this company long so I feel it would be unwise to refuse. It was unwise to agree to go. Inside there’s a couple of bars, a casino, and a stage. There’s a comedian, several it turns out, a compere who looks and sounds like a gameshow host, and......dancing girls. Everywhere the waitresses are in short skirts.
I’m just terrified to look anywhere, I’m completely unprepared for this, I don’t even have a jacket and I know if I look at one of the lovely girls, waitressing or on stage, I’m going to get an erection and be the laughing stock of my work colleagues. How I regret my decision to come and already I’ve resolved never to go out with anyone ever again. But I still have to get out of this situation.
One of the other blokes who works in the stores starts a conversation about some product or other, and I sort of engage, keeping my eyes off anything that moves. He gets bored or something, but anyway turns to talk to someone else, and I hold my pint, looking at the floor. Everyone around our table is now chatting away, no-one seems to be looking at the stage, and there’s people singing songs and stuff, then the compare announces ‘the lovely, voluptuous Vicky, who’s going to dance for us’.
There’s something in the way he introduces Her that makes me look up, to see this Goddess walk onto the stage. I’m 19, a wanker, and I’ve only seen girls in my mags, apart from a few lucky flashes now and again. I’ve never seen a girl in a bikini for real and Miss Vicky is wearing what I know now to be a dancer’s bikini with tassels and frills, and a big scarf d****d over Her shoulders which only occasionally reveals Her bikini.
It’s a very long time ago and much of what happened is a blur, but as I’ve told the story before and dream about it to this day, I remember the salient details like it was yesterday – at least I think so. The first few minutes watching Her it was like I was oblivious to anything else – not only is She a Goddess, and wearing less than I’ve ever seen, but She is going to dance too. So I’m in a trance, that’s for sure, unable to believe what’s about to happen, like it’s an out of body experience.
Without thinking, I get my knob upright in my underpants, freeing it from the constraints of the material. I’m dizzy as I watch Her move, aware of this growing sensation in the tip of my penis. I don’t know what’s going to happen but I sure as hell didn’t want to cum in my pants with all the blokes from work there, but I’m unable to stop looking at Her. It’s like the tip of my knob is burning, and I’ve never felt that before. Obviously I’m not touching it and I’m trying not to get too excited because I know at the back of my mind I’m on a works outing, and getting up to any perviness was definitely NOT on the agenda.
Then I realise I’m trembling all over, and the burning in my tip is almost painful, but there’s no way I can stop watching Miss Vicky – Her dancing reveals Her bikini frequently and She’s so bosomy She could easily have been in any of my big-tit mags. The burning feeling rises to a crescendo and then suddenly exquisite ecstasy as a whole stream of pre-cum runs into my underpants, and I’m quivering violently as She has me right on the verge.
I’m terrified about what’s happening to me and the fact everyone must be looking at me aghast, but at the same time utterly entranced by Miss Vicky and the fact it appears She’s going to make me spunk in my pants there and then, completely hands-free. Then a massive jolt goes through me as my spunk-pump kicks in - I’m not sure if I yelped or not – and I’m bouncing up and down in my seat as She makes me pants-spunk, my buttocks contracting with each big shot of cum, and I don’t know if I’m moaning or what.
She makes me fill my pants with spunk and then I’m subsiding, shortly afterwards She leaves the stage, and I force myself to turn round, certain I’ll be met with a load of angry faces, a lot of abuse, ostracisation, probably a sacking next morning, but........ no-one’s taking any notice of me, they’re all deep in conversation, and my nerves subside. Then I smell cum, and glance down to see in the darkness what looks like a wet patch.
What am I going to do? What if the lights go up? What happens when we all leave? I say nothing and get to my feet and head towards the exit. I’m terrified someone will see my wet patch, maybe one of the waitresses (lovely thought really) and I’ll be stopped by the bouncers who presumably have to deal with pervs like me occasionally when they come in to ogle the dancers and get perv sex pleasure.
But I make it to the door and exit swiftly, seeing clearly under the street lights that beautiful Miss Vicky made me soak the entire front of my trousers with cum. I can’t take the bus, so it’s a very long walk home, trying to keep out of the light. But what an experience – my first proper hands-free pants-spunk seeing a girlie-goddess for real. I’ll never ever forget it. Definitely Top Ten.
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