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The Very First Time (spunking My Pants In Front Of free porn video
This story is exactly as it happened, to the best of my recollection.
I’ve told this story a lot, cause it’s my fondest memory. I’d dreamed of seeing a girl pose for real for a long, long time, even phoning models in the Sport and asking if I could see them pose, but never had the nerve to go through with it.
There were so-called ‘photo-studios’ down in Soho where they gave you a camera and the girl on reception would go in the studio, take off all Her clothes till She was stark nude while you take photos – or so I guessed. Maybe She wasn’t nude, maybe if you’re a normal man you don’t bother with photos but ‘do stuff’ with Her. I never had the nerve to do any more than ask for spare photos, which they never had (until Miss Lisa), though on one occasion the receptionist/nude model was wearing a low-cut top, making me spunk my pants in front of Her. She was a little surprised but unconcerned, so maybe I should have taken that hint.
I got close to going into a studio on a couple of occasions, but always bottled it. You see, I’d never had relations with a girl, was always uncomfortable and inadequate in their presence, which only happened when I was at work, I didn’t socialise, I’d never seen a girl naked and was happy spending time with my magazines, videos and TV, or looking out my window and later going out and about in my rainmac.
I’d only ever seen girls fully-dressed, apart from a few occasions in clubs or looking out over a beach. And fully-dressed, sexy-dressed was enough, and I spunked down my wall many times watching girls walk down the street. Seeing girls go-go dance in short skirts, once in a bikini, would make me cum in my pants very easily. On the rare occasions I saw girls in bikinis close enough, I’d instantly spunk my pants.
The thought of seeing a girl nude scared me quite a bit, and on that occasion when I’d actually gone into a studio where an amateur photo-shoot was going to take place – desperate by then to see a girl pose for real – I ran out, terrified that the girl would come into the studio, throw off Her robe and be naked.
So when the advert came up in the Sport for Terri’s Glamourworld, a studio for amateurs to take pics of girls, I of course phoned up, and then went along to ask for spare photos as usual. To my surprise, the receptionist did have some, and sold me as many as I could afford. She was dressed in a sort of business suit, and I behaved myself.
Of course I was going to go back as soon as I could and buy more photos, not just because She’d sold me nice ones of girls in skimpy outfits, but because I love buying pics of girls from a girl. Any opportunity to talk to a girl on the phone – far easier for me than face to face – was taken advantage of, and I phoned the studio to ask if there would be any more pics I could buy. A different girl answered, who turned out to be one of the models who posed for men to take pics, glamour and nude.
It’s very very exciting for a pervert wanker like me to talk to a real live glamour model, so much so that I spunked my pants during the conversation, and that was because I was explaining to the sex-queen model, who called Herself Lisa, why I couldn’t take pics and only buy them. And Miss Lisa had said that it wouldn’t bother Her at all if I did it in my pants watching Her pose. I can’t remember if I’d said I didn’t have a camera and couldn’t take pics anyway, and She’d said I could just watch Her pose – I think that’s right, I hope so.
I was in quite a state the next few days, and my nerves got more and more jangly in anticipation – I was actually going to see, at long last, if I could really believe it, a girl POSE!!!! After 30 years of being a wanker and buying tons of girlie mags, wanking on fully-dressed girls, spunking my pants seeing go-go dancers and girls in bikinis, even sexy dressed girls at work I was obsessed with, I was, at the age of 43, going to see a girl pose FOR REAL!!!!
I also knew that if I bottled it, I could just buy more photos. And guess what......
So I arrive at the studio and the door is locked, unlike last time. I cautiously knock on it and after a few minutes, a blonde leggy goddess in a black miniskirt and skimpy black top opens the door. My mouth opens and closes and for a while nothing comes out. “I’m Graham”, I croak. She looks at me as if to say ‘so what?’
I mumble, managing just to get the words out about the appointment we made on the phone last week. She has no recollection of it, She’s with a client, can I come back in half an hour? That is the longest half an hour I can remember, and I open my case back at the van and re-arrange my Spick & Spans so the nicest covers of the mags with most tissues in and biggest spunk-stains and perviest captions and cartoons are at the top, just in case I get the chance to show Her. Where I got that idea from I don’t know, but fantasy is all-powerful when you’re a pervert wanker.
I tingled all over at the thought of showing a girl – a sex-queen glamour model – all my dirty mags and what I’d done to them, for the very first time ever....
I tapped on the door again a while later and Miss Lisa opened it and let me in. I didn’t mention the appointment I thought I’d made and just asked for any spare pics. I sat the other side of Her desk while She opened a drawer and took out a pack, rifling through it to pass over the miniskirt and bikini pics I’d asked for.
I bought quite a few, having made sure I had enough cash this time to keep buying, and She said “I’ve posed for a lot of photos too if you’d like to see those?” I gulped and nodded very nervously. This was an absolute first, buying bare pics of a girl from the girl who’d actually posed for them! Again She selected poses of Her in miniskirts, plus a swimsuit, making sure I saw there were a lot of nude ones too – “there’s one of me in that short skirt, I like that one, here’s another – oh, that’s nude, I’m posing nude in that one, so we’ll put that aside, as you said it was too much for you...”
The very first bare pics Girlie-Goddess Miss Lisa, aka Miss Melanie, sold to me.
Minutes later She made me spunk my pants right in front of Her.....
This is just surreal, the idea of discussing a girl’s bare pics with Her, and Her passing them to me to keep, for my pervert pleasure later, it was just too good to be possible, I must be dreaming it. I’d got quite a pile on the desk by now, and a painful feeling down below as my erection struggled against the material of my underpants and of course I couldn’t reach down to pull the front of my trousers out and release it. Then Miss Lisa said “would you like to see some poses now? I can go in the studio and we can do some?” I croaked an unintelligible reply. I know that’s what we’d discussed, though She seemed to have forgotten the conversation, presumably including the bit where I explained why I couldn’t take photos – ‘I’ve never seen a girl pose before and just looking at pics I do it in my pants...’
She was getting up and pointing the way to the studio, heading off in front of me while I watched Her hips sway and Her body move in that short skirt, my head a little hazy now, a distinct feeling of unreality coming over me. I had to go along with Her, I’m not the sort of bloke who can say ‘no we’re going to do something else’, I’m too feeble and wimpy for that. But my heart was thumping, fearful of what might happen if/when She started to pose, to show.
Would She remember our conversation re what would happen to me, or would there be mayhem if/when She made me spunk my pants and I couldn’t hide it? Surely I would be able to hide it as usual, after all, I’d had years and years of practice, doing it discreetly in my pants just a few feet from the girlie-goddess who was making me.
By now I’d been able to straighten my penis in my underpants, and it was now pointing upwards and feeling very nice, though in my nervous moments it would slacken off. Miss Lisa was moving stuff around in the studio and I stood there uselessly in my mac, mouth open and looking shell-shocked. She didn’t actually talk about a camera, or lack of one, and I realised that She was going to pose just for me to watch, as if remembering our conversation. If She did remember it, She didn’t say anything.
Then She asked what sort of poses I’d like, as if I was the photographer who’d call out instructions during a photo-shoot. I stood gormlessly, hoping for some words to come to mind to respond to Her, and fortunately, when I’d paid for the photos She’d sold me and crammed them into my case, I’d been a bit ‘careless’ and the pervert contents of my case were obvious. So She said “why don’t you show me some of the photos in your magazines that you like, and I’ll do those poses?”
We went back to Her office and I picked up my case and placed it on the desk, opening it to reveal a perv’s treasure-chest of pervy filth, mag after mag after mag, crammed with tissues and all obviously well-used. I picked up a Spick & Span from the top, so grateful I’d used the time to find the best ones to show Her. I opened it at a page at random –
Pervert showed this spunk-stained, captioned pic to Miss Lisa and She copied the pose, allowing Wanker in his dirty mac to watch Her, without even the pretence of a camera....
Miss Lisa copied the pose, standing up against the wall, and I just gawped, not having any idea what I was supposed to do but just reeling with disbelief that I was actually seeing a girl pose, do a pose from my dirty spunk-stained magazine. A magazine I’d actually showed Her, and She’d seen just how many there were in my case. I’d never ever shown the contents of my case to anyone before.
She held the pose for 2 or 3 minutes, while poor knobby pulsated in my pants, and then She came to look at the next photo, making me go limp with nerves. I picked another mag out from the top and opened it at random (I didn’t worry about whether it would be a pervy photo to show as all the pages were pretty much the same).
This was only the second photo that Pervert Wanker Graham showed Miss Lisa, but when She copied the pose, it was too much for him.....
Again the photo on the page I opened was spunk-stained, with tissue stuck to it and my pervy captions added, and Miss Lisa went to sit on Her desk to copy the pose. That meant placing Her high-heel up on the desk and keeping Her knee raised like in the photo, giving a view of all Her legginess right up to Her knix.
I’d never seen a girl pose before, never seen a girl deliberately show Her knix, and when Miss Melanie did this pose, She took me completely by surprise and made me spunk my pants right in front of Her, unable to control my convulsions and cries of pervert ecstasy.....
I instantly started to stiffen at this lovely sight, my swelling penis being pressed against my pants and trousers, which weren’t baggy like my wank-trousers, but tighter as they were my work trousers. As my erect willy pressed against my pants, I felt a big unexpected rush of spunk coming up from my balls, up my tube and then shooting into my underpants, taking me completely by surprise and forcing me to bend nearly double, a big groan being squeezed out of me.
Miss Lisa momentarily looked away, perhaps a little surprised or even slightly shocked, but turned back to see my head and shoulders jerking forwards violently as I pumped and pumped into my underpants, strangled moans croaking out of me in time to the shots of spunk going into my pants.
I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed or worry about how She might react – I’d not asked Her permission – as I had no control, the violent contractions of my spunk-pump causing me to wobble unsteadily and the intense ecstasy of each spunk-spurt forcing noises from me that made Her stifle a giggle.
She waited till I’d finished, holding the pose till I’d pumped the last gobs of spunk into my pants, and then jumped off the desk, saying “we must do that again!” I could only nod, totally dazed. That was the first time a girl had deliberately showed to me, and the first time a girl had actually seen me spunk my pants, caused by Her. I teetered round for a few seconds, trying to get my balance back, then put the mag back in the case and managed to get the lid down and click the locks into place.
“Give me a call, we’ll do it all again!” She smiled, opening the studio door while I mumbled something or other, and stumbled across to my van, still reeling in disbelief at what had just happened. My mac had been done up throughout – I always kept it open in future Worship Sessions – so when I got back to the van and unzipped, I had the joy of seeing the beautiful big wet patch of spunk on the front of my trousers, and the added joy of smelling the stench of cum all the way home.
She’d said we could do it again, and that’s exactly what happened for 6 or 7 years – pants-spunk after pants-spunk in Her full view, and all the rest of the things that happen at divine Worship Sessions with a Girlie-Goddess.
Next story – Worship Sessions with Miss Melanie
I’ve told this story a lot, cause it’s my fondest memory. I’d dreamed of seeing a girl pose for real for a long, long time, even phoning models in the Sport and asking if I could see them pose, but never had the nerve to go through with it.
There were so-called ‘photo-studios’ down in Soho where they gave you a camera and the girl on reception would go in the studio, take off all Her clothes till She was stark nude while you take photos – or so I guessed. Maybe She wasn’t nude, maybe if you’re a normal man you don’t bother with photos but ‘do stuff’ with Her. I never had the nerve to do any more than ask for spare photos, which they never had (until Miss Lisa), though on one occasion the receptionist/nude model was wearing a low-cut top, making me spunk my pants in front of Her. She was a little surprised but unconcerned, so maybe I should have taken that hint.
I got close to going into a studio on a couple of occasions, but always bottled it. You see, I’d never had relations with a girl, was always uncomfortable and inadequate in their presence, which only happened when I was at work, I didn’t socialise, I’d never seen a girl naked and was happy spending time with my magazines, videos and TV, or looking out my window and later going out and about in my rainmac.
I’d only ever seen girls fully-dressed, apart from a few occasions in clubs or looking out over a beach. And fully-dressed, sexy-dressed was enough, and I spunked down my wall many times watching girls walk down the street. Seeing girls go-go dance in short skirts, once in a bikini, would make me cum in my pants very easily. On the rare occasions I saw girls in bikinis close enough, I’d instantly spunk my pants.
The thought of seeing a girl nude scared me quite a bit, and on that occasion when I’d actually gone into a studio where an amateur photo-shoot was going to take place – desperate by then to see a girl pose for real – I ran out, terrified that the girl would come into the studio, throw off Her robe and be naked.
So when the advert came up in the Sport for Terri’s Glamourworld, a studio for amateurs to take pics of girls, I of course phoned up, and then went along to ask for spare photos as usual. To my surprise, the receptionist did have some, and sold me as many as I could afford. She was dressed in a sort of business suit, and I behaved myself.
Of course I was going to go back as soon as I could and buy more photos, not just because She’d sold me nice ones of girls in skimpy outfits, but because I love buying pics of girls from a girl. Any opportunity to talk to a girl on the phone – far easier for me than face to face – was taken advantage of, and I phoned the studio to ask if there would be any more pics I could buy. A different girl answered, who turned out to be one of the models who posed for men to take pics, glamour and nude.
It’s very very exciting for a pervert wanker like me to talk to a real live glamour model, so much so that I spunked my pants during the conversation, and that was because I was explaining to the sex-queen model, who called Herself Lisa, why I couldn’t take pics and only buy them. And Miss Lisa had said that it wouldn’t bother Her at all if I did it in my pants watching Her pose. I can’t remember if I’d said I didn’t have a camera and couldn’t take pics anyway, and She’d said I could just watch Her pose – I think that’s right, I hope so.
I was in quite a state the next few days, and my nerves got more and more jangly in anticipation – I was actually going to see, at long last, if I could really believe it, a girl POSE!!!! After 30 years of being a wanker and buying tons of girlie mags, wanking on fully-dressed girls, spunking my pants seeing go-go dancers and girls in bikinis, even sexy dressed girls at work I was obsessed with, I was, at the age of 43, going to see a girl pose FOR REAL!!!!
I also knew that if I bottled it, I could just buy more photos. And guess what......
So I arrive at the studio and the door is locked, unlike last time. I cautiously knock on it and after a few minutes, a blonde leggy goddess in a black miniskirt and skimpy black top opens the door. My mouth opens and closes and for a while nothing comes out. “I’m Graham”, I croak. She looks at me as if to say ‘so what?’
I mumble, managing just to get the words out about the appointment we made on the phone last week. She has no recollection of it, She’s with a client, can I come back in half an hour? That is the longest half an hour I can remember, and I open my case back at the van and re-arrange my Spick & Spans so the nicest covers of the mags with most tissues in and biggest spunk-stains and perviest captions and cartoons are at the top, just in case I get the chance to show Her. Where I got that idea from I don’t know, but fantasy is all-powerful when you’re a pervert wanker.
I tingled all over at the thought of showing a girl – a sex-queen glamour model – all my dirty mags and what I’d done to them, for the very first time ever....
I tapped on the door again a while later and Miss Lisa opened it and let me in. I didn’t mention the appointment I thought I’d made and just asked for any spare pics. I sat the other side of Her desk while She opened a drawer and took out a pack, rifling through it to pass over the miniskirt and bikini pics I’d asked for.
I bought quite a few, having made sure I had enough cash this time to keep buying, and She said “I’ve posed for a lot of photos too if you’d like to see those?” I gulped and nodded very nervously. This was an absolute first, buying bare pics of a girl from the girl who’d actually posed for them! Again She selected poses of Her in miniskirts, plus a swimsuit, making sure I saw there were a lot of nude ones too – “there’s one of me in that short skirt, I like that one, here’s another – oh, that’s nude, I’m posing nude in that one, so we’ll put that aside, as you said it was too much for you...”
The very first bare pics Girlie-Goddess Miss Lisa, aka Miss Melanie, sold to me.
Minutes later She made me spunk my pants right in front of Her.....
This is just surreal, the idea of discussing a girl’s bare pics with Her, and Her passing them to me to keep, for my pervert pleasure later, it was just too good to be possible, I must be dreaming it. I’d got quite a pile on the desk by now, and a painful feeling down below as my erection struggled against the material of my underpants and of course I couldn’t reach down to pull the front of my trousers out and release it. Then Miss Lisa said “would you like to see some poses now? I can go in the studio and we can do some?” I croaked an unintelligible reply. I know that’s what we’d discussed, though She seemed to have forgotten the conversation, presumably including the bit where I explained why I couldn’t take photos – ‘I’ve never seen a girl pose before and just looking at pics I do it in my pants...’
She was getting up and pointing the way to the studio, heading off in front of me while I watched Her hips sway and Her body move in that short skirt, my head a little hazy now, a distinct feeling of unreality coming over me. I had to go along with Her, I’m not the sort of bloke who can say ‘no we’re going to do something else’, I’m too feeble and wimpy for that. But my heart was thumping, fearful of what might happen if/when She started to pose, to show.
Would She remember our conversation re what would happen to me, or would there be mayhem if/when She made me spunk my pants and I couldn’t hide it? Surely I would be able to hide it as usual, after all, I’d had years and years of practice, doing it discreetly in my pants just a few feet from the girlie-goddess who was making me.
By now I’d been able to straighten my penis in my underpants, and it was now pointing upwards and feeling very nice, though in my nervous moments it would slacken off. Miss Lisa was moving stuff around in the studio and I stood there uselessly in my mac, mouth open and looking shell-shocked. She didn’t actually talk about a camera, or lack of one, and I realised that She was going to pose just for me to watch, as if remembering our conversation. If She did remember it, She didn’t say anything.
Then She asked what sort of poses I’d like, as if I was the photographer who’d call out instructions during a photo-shoot. I stood gormlessly, hoping for some words to come to mind to respond to Her, and fortunately, when I’d paid for the photos She’d sold me and crammed them into my case, I’d been a bit ‘careless’ and the pervert contents of my case were obvious. So She said “why don’t you show me some of the photos in your magazines that you like, and I’ll do those poses?”
We went back to Her office and I picked up my case and placed it on the desk, opening it to reveal a perv’s treasure-chest of pervy filth, mag after mag after mag, crammed with tissues and all obviously well-used. I picked up a Spick & Span from the top, so grateful I’d used the time to find the best ones to show Her. I opened it at a page at random –
Pervert showed this spunk-stained, captioned pic to Miss Lisa and She copied the pose, allowing Wanker in his dirty mac to watch Her, without even the pretence of a camera....
Miss Lisa copied the pose, standing up against the wall, and I just gawped, not having any idea what I was supposed to do but just reeling with disbelief that I was actually seeing a girl pose, do a pose from my dirty spunk-stained magazine. A magazine I’d actually showed Her, and She’d seen just how many there were in my case. I’d never ever shown the contents of my case to anyone before.
She held the pose for 2 or 3 minutes, while poor knobby pulsated in my pants, and then She came to look at the next photo, making me go limp with nerves. I picked another mag out from the top and opened it at random (I didn’t worry about whether it would be a pervy photo to show as all the pages were pretty much the same).
This was only the second photo that Pervert Wanker Graham showed Miss Lisa, but when She copied the pose, it was too much for him.....
Again the photo on the page I opened was spunk-stained, with tissue stuck to it and my pervy captions added, and Miss Lisa went to sit on Her desk to copy the pose. That meant placing Her high-heel up on the desk and keeping Her knee raised like in the photo, giving a view of all Her legginess right up to Her knix.
I’d never seen a girl pose before, never seen a girl deliberately show Her knix, and when Miss Melanie did this pose, She took me completely by surprise and made me spunk my pants right in front of Her, unable to control my convulsions and cries of pervert ecstasy.....
I instantly started to stiffen at this lovely sight, my swelling penis being pressed against my pants and trousers, which weren’t baggy like my wank-trousers, but tighter as they were my work trousers. As my erect willy pressed against my pants, I felt a big unexpected rush of spunk coming up from my balls, up my tube and then shooting into my underpants, taking me completely by surprise and forcing me to bend nearly double, a big groan being squeezed out of me.
Miss Lisa momentarily looked away, perhaps a little surprised or even slightly shocked, but turned back to see my head and shoulders jerking forwards violently as I pumped and pumped into my underpants, strangled moans croaking out of me in time to the shots of spunk going into my pants.
I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed or worry about how She might react – I’d not asked Her permission – as I had no control, the violent contractions of my spunk-pump causing me to wobble unsteadily and the intense ecstasy of each spunk-spurt forcing noises from me that made Her stifle a giggle.
She waited till I’d finished, holding the pose till I’d pumped the last gobs of spunk into my pants, and then jumped off the desk, saying “we must do that again!” I could only nod, totally dazed. That was the first time a girl had deliberately showed to me, and the first time a girl had actually seen me spunk my pants, caused by Her. I teetered round for a few seconds, trying to get my balance back, then put the mag back in the case and managed to get the lid down and click the locks into place.
“Give me a call, we’ll do it all again!” She smiled, opening the studio door while I mumbled something or other, and stumbled across to my van, still reeling in disbelief at what had just happened. My mac had been done up throughout – I always kept it open in future Worship Sessions – so when I got back to the van and unzipped, I had the joy of seeing the beautiful big wet patch of spunk on the front of my trousers, and the added joy of smelling the stench of cum all the way home.
She’d said we could do it again, and that’s exactly what happened for 6 or 7 years – pants-spunk after pants-spunk in Her full view, and all the rest of the things that happen at divine Worship Sessions with a Girlie-Goddess.
Next story – Worship Sessions with Miss Melanie
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