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Who’d want to cum in their pants?! Well, as a wanker, girl-worshipper and compulsive masturbator, I don’t have a choice. Where’s it supposed to go? You can’t just whip it out and do it on the floor.
Maybe some people don’t like being wet and messy in their underpants, but I love it. When a girl makes me cum in my pants it’s fulfilment – even if She doesn’t know, which for most of my life She hasn’t.
So here’s the problem. A perv like me doesn’t get to choose when he sees what he needs to see, other than in magazines or videos. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mags and vids, that’s why I’ve got 1000s and 1000s of them. But seeing for real’s always got to be best.
Sure, there are places you can go, and normal men do all the time, like strip clubs, lap-dancing and the rest. Not an option for a perv though, not unless I’ve got the nerve to go in in my rainmac. But that’s not the biggest problem. When you get a ‘lucky view’, there’s only gonna be one outcome.
If you’re thinking, what use is a perv who just does it in his pants – well that’s what I always thought too. I thought girls would be disgusted and despising. Some actually were to me, but it’s very unlikely they knew I’d actually cum in my pants watching them. Back in those days attitudes to sex were very different to now, and girls wouldn’t even use that word in polite company.
But they knew a ‘creep’ when they saw one (I never did anything nasty), a bloke like me who could never talk to them properly, and any time there was the slightest view, that’s where my eyes would be. It wasn’t until the Internet that I found girls who were ok with it, even me cumming in my pants. In fact several girls I worshipped online – glamour and nude models I mean – told me they were flattered they could make me do that, and Miss Christina was always interested in my antics, even my mac-wanking escapades.
But before then my feelings were always guilt, shame, humiliation in the presence of girls, specially when I was masturbating thinking about them all the time, and very specially the girls who I’d been lucky enough to be able to spunk my pants as I watched them. I’m talking about girls at work, or it could be neighbours, the girl who worked in the local pub or shop.
I loved those feelings, I loved being a useless wanker, a perv, and I loved the power girls had over me, and they still do.
I had early experiences in clubs and the like, and narrow escapes. Never again. So, where to go to see for real? I don’t spy, and never did. I don’t need or want to see nudity so not for me hanging round the back of the local pool, or peeping through windows, hiding in the woods overlooking the nudist beach etc etc.
I did park up overlooking the beach, and just wait, and often got lucky, even seeing bikinis – the barest I’ve ever seen girls. But what girls wore on the street, even back in the 70s, was more than enough for me to get full satisfaction. Most of my life I’ve worn a rainmac and that hides the result of what looking at lovely girls does to me.
But worshipping personally is the pinnacle. So it would be girls at work, the local pub or shops, girls that you’d be required to have some interaction with – “here’s your mail Miss, er...you..er...look lovely....er...lovely today...er...sorry Miss....”
And there I’m thinking, thinking longingly, about a girl, a Goddess, who made me cum in my pants 3 times. Did She know? Unlikely, but She knew I was obsessed with Her, but it was never in a nasty way, I was always respectful, but just timid and awestruck. That was the 70s, and did girls then think along the lines of ‘I bet that bloke masturbates thinking about me?’ I don’t know, but in the Internet era, when I was able to talk to Goddesses like Miss Danica, She told me that all the girls at the amateur photo-sessions back then knew exactly what the blokes wanted the photos for.
So, Miss Jacqui, I knew where to be, to see Her. I’m not spying, I watch Her walking down the street in Her lovely outfit, I’m only seeing what She’s happy for the world to see, and it’s enough for me to go into ecstasy, and fill my underpants with cum. That’s heaven, cause I can see Her for real, see Her walk, hear Her talk and laugh with Her friend, see Her toss Her hair, just thinking “ohhh Goddess” as She makes me pump in my pants at the sight of Her.
Then joy of joys, next day I find Her mail and take it up to Her office, feeling all the delicious feelings of guilt and humiliation as I go into Her office, knowing what was happening in my pants a few hours ago, caused by Her. My eyes widening as I see Her in that tight red top, bulging so lovely that I realise my mouth is hanging open. I’m desperate to find the next opportunity to watch Her till She makes me cum in my pants again.
I look back over the years – and it’s been a few, enough to render me a little less capable now than I was, and needing a little assistance these days – and I realise how lucky I’ve been so many times to see a lovely sexy girl, and then be going home with that naughty dirty shameful feeling of wet pants and the stink of spunk, so many many times.
Early on, there were desperate pants-spunks. The go-go dancers are only going to be on TV screen for 3 minutes at most. Even though there are people around I have to make sure I pants-spunk before the dance is over, I’m DESPERATE! I’ve been waiting all week for this magical moment.
Miss Sandy Sarjeant made me cum in my pants many many times when She danced go-go on Ready Steady Go!
Later in life, when I’m mac-wanking and it’s cold on the street, I’ve been waiting for hours for girls to come along, then I’ve got 2 or 3 minutes before She walks round the corner and out of sight. That’s when my mac earns its keep as I’m jerking at 100mph to hopefully get there in time. If I do, I’ve got the joy of going home with wet pants. If not, oh well there’s all my mags in my wank-room.
Then there’s unexpected pants-spunks. I mean, I’m always ready to wet my pants, but there’ve been a couple of times when I didn’t want to. Surely not?! Well, in a club, leaving do with my first job, a crowd of blokes sitting around the table, Miss Vicky on stage, the bosomiest goddess I’ve seen apart from in my mags – and She could easily be in one of those – I’ve never seen a girl so skimpy-dressed but, spunk my pants? With all the guys around? They’d know I was a wanker and my life would be over. But She was too much, and like an out of body experience I’m looking at this spotty youth, the wanker with a huge collection of dirty mags back home, seeing a real Goddess for the first time in his life, bouncing up and down in his seat as She makes him violently ejaculate into his underpants, and....no one noticed. Phew!
And seeing Miss Melanie for the first time, seeing a girl pose for the first time, seeing a girl deliberately showing Her knix, a girl whose seen in my case and all my dirty mags and the state they’re in. All for the first time for this perv who’s now in his 40s. Seeing the 19-year-old call-girl and nude model pose fully-clothed and suddenly, out of nowhere – “Yelp!!” Bent double. Spunk spunk spunk spunk spunk in my pants. Right in front of Her. She looks away, momentarily surprised – “I was only showing my knickers?!”
I didn’t plan that. You don’t spunk your pants in front of a girl so She can see. Even if She poses, even if She’s posed nude for some men. I’d never done that. I didn’t know what the rules were, but I was lucky, She wasn’t the slightest bit bothered, and that was the first of many, many lovely pants-spunks right in front of Her, with all the trimmings. Heaven. She saw and heard it all – spunk cumming through the front of my trousers, convulsions, moans, whimpers and cries of perv ecstasy. Every time I arrived, my mac would be open and there were the spunk-stains on my wank-trousers, all caused by Her legginess, stocking-tops and knick-knix.
Copying this pose from my Spick & Span magazine, Miss Melanie made me instantly spunk my pants right in front of Her
She could see the pervy captions, toilet paper and spunk stains, yet She copied this pose and made Wanker spunk in his pants!
And then we come to controlling a pants-spunk. How so? Easy. She’s gonna make you, no doubt about it (barmaid in the Green Man). Wearing that top? Are you k**ding?! I only normally see that much in my mags. Oh She’s gonna make me spunk my pants all right. I just want to make the most of it. She’s not going anywhere, I’m close enough to get a good view and not too close. It’s not bright in here, it’s noisy. Perfect conditions for a girl-worshipping perv to ogle Her and get his perv sex-pleasure.
So, light press against the bar, then ease off. Early sensations of the spunk rising. Ogle, ogle, ogle. She is LOVELY. Lovely, lovely big tits BULGING in Her low-cut top. Goddess. A wanker’s dream – and I’m a wanker. Press a little more, ogle ogle gawp. A trickle of pre-cum. Ooooops, nearly moaned. Ease off, but already there’s a leaking little stream. She’s just too much. Hold it very lightly against the bar (it’s painful to spunk when there’s no pressure at all on your penis – I know - Miss Vicky made me do that).
The flow accelerates and then suddenly the spunk-pump kicks in and I have to cough to disguise the big shudder that’s gone through me, then another, then another as the pumping continues, continues and doesn’t stop till my underpants are a whole soggy mess of spunk, and it’s soaked through to my wank-trousers. Does She notice that I’m still gazing at Her trance-like? I’m in a daze and it will take me a few minutes to recover, then I leave. Not long to wait to get to my motor and unzip to see, joy of joys, the big, big wet patch of cum. She made me do that! Lovely! And driving home, all the time the big stench of spunk, to remind me I had a lovely, lovely experience with a Goddess tonight, one I’d been dreaming of for weeks and weeks, every since the first time I saw Her in that pub.
There were other barmaids that made me too, and always the joy of controlling it, to get the most exquisite pants-spunk, not too quickly and little risk She’ll disappear - often there was more than one barmaid, like in the ‘bare barmaids’ pub in Derbyshire.
Spontaneous pants-spunks are special, though usually on photos or videos. Worshipping in person was similar, cause you can’t fiddle around when your Goddess is there posing and you’re taking snaps, though when She spends time looking at your worship material of Her on your laptop, talking nice and sexy, the spunk usually cums all by itself. And when a special outfit or pose is just too much – Miss Danica in Her lingerie – then knobby just takes it upon itself to jump and spurt into your pants, requiring all my best skills to disguise it, as I don’t have permission to do it openly.
Three of the Goddesses I worshipped personally I’d actually seen in mags a few years earlier, and as I saw the photos, parked up a few minutes after making the purchase, spunk rising as I ogled the photos in pervy disbelief, I never for a second thought I’d actually meet my Goddess, see Her pose, SHOW HER the spunk-stained photos from years before.
I sent this to Miss Danica in June 2011 to show Her how She made me spunk in my pants just looking at Her pics, and then went back and spunked all over them
I handed this to Miss Leigh at my first Worship Session with Her – my pants were already wet
Looking at pics in mags was usually spontaneous pants-spunking, but of course you don’t know how many pics there are in a set, and as you slowly turn the page, you’re not looking to hold on till the very last pic – if hold on is an option, which usually it isn’t. Who else is in the mag? Well, don’t worry about that, the sooner a girl makes you pants-spunk, the more times you will on this mag.
So, first pic – sometimes enough already – turn the page and “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohh Goddess”...little squirt of pre-cum, ogle the pic some more, and yes, yes, She’s going to make you do it! There’s that feeling, that SPECIAL feeling in your tip when a girl’s gonna make knobby spunk all by itself, and – who cares where I’m parked – I’m gonna moan cause She’ll make me, I don’t have control now, and “moooaaannnnnnn...” a stream of pre-cum, and I’m twisting in my seat as those big pulsations throb through my penis and the moaning reaches a crescendo as She has me right on the verge, then “YELP!!!” A big gob of spunk squeezes out my tip making me bend double, and then the whimpers, the cries, for all to hear – I don’t care anymore – as She makes me FILL my pants, bouncing up and down in my seat – “OH! OH! OH! OH! OHHHHH!! OHHHHHH!! OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” I LOVE it!
I KNEW She’d make me, like She did twice last week in the last mag. I won’t list the names of those Goddesses here because they’re all in my post ‘League of Pants-Spunk Causing Girls’.
Miss Caroline appeared in mags a few times, but always leaving me gasping for breath and with a load of spunk in my pants......so every time I saw Her on the cover or that She was in the mag, I’d go nuts and dash back to my van, knowing pants-spunk perv heaven was seconds away....once She made me do it in my pants in the shop before I’d even bought the mag!!
I worshipped personally more times than I ever thought it would be possible I would, including some of the loveliest glamour and nude models of the 80s, 90s, and onwards. Three Goddesses who knew all about me and my pervert ways. Three Goddesses who knew and saw what I’d done to their pics. Three Goddesses who knew they made me spunk my pants in their presence, albeit discreetly. And all three did and said things that they knew would inevitably make a perv like me not be able to hold it, not want to hold it. They knew that was the ultimate sexual experience for me, to see Goddesses as lovely as they were, who I’d seen in photos 100s of times, to see them actually do a sexy pose in my full view – fully-dressed but even so – to see them show while they laughed and said sexy things, and they knew what would happen inside my underpants when I saw that.
What use is a perv who spunks his pants, what use to a lovely girl? Well I can think of three or four lovely Goddesses who might give you an answer to that......
“I know I make Graham cum in his pants!”
“So next time you can leave your mac open, I’ll pose topless and, who knows, maybe dreams DO cum true!”
“Cleavage is too much for you with a girl like me, isn’t it Graham?!”
“I’ve made you wet your pants Graham, I’ve made you wet your pants!” - Graham Wanker: “Yes Miss!!”
“Spunk spunk spunk, Graham spunking in his pants!” – Wanker Graham: “croak.....”
Miss E to Miss L – “so was it the bikini that made him do it in his pants?” – Miss L “no, it was the black dress!” - very low-cut dress – Pervert Graham: “yes that’s right Miss”.
“Is this too much for you Graham?!” – Miss Danica in Her lingerie, more bareness than Graham’s seen for real before – Wanker Graham: “mumble mumble mumble.....” He’s spunking his pants and tells Her a few months later, She says “yes I thought so..”
These comments are all on video – maybe one day I’ll post them.....(I’ve posted the Miss Danica one)
Maybe some people don’t like being wet and messy in their underpants, but I love it. When a girl makes me cum in my pants it’s fulfilment – even if She doesn’t know, which for most of my life She hasn’t.
So here’s the problem. A perv like me doesn’t get to choose when he sees what he needs to see, other than in magazines or videos. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mags and vids, that’s why I’ve got 1000s and 1000s of them. But seeing for real’s always got to be best.
Sure, there are places you can go, and normal men do all the time, like strip clubs, lap-dancing and the rest. Not an option for a perv though, not unless I’ve got the nerve to go in in my rainmac. But that’s not the biggest problem. When you get a ‘lucky view’, there’s only gonna be one outcome.
If you’re thinking, what use is a perv who just does it in his pants – well that’s what I always thought too. I thought girls would be disgusted and despising. Some actually were to me, but it’s very unlikely they knew I’d actually cum in my pants watching them. Back in those days attitudes to sex were very different to now, and girls wouldn’t even use that word in polite company.
But they knew a ‘creep’ when they saw one (I never did anything nasty), a bloke like me who could never talk to them properly, and any time there was the slightest view, that’s where my eyes would be. It wasn’t until the Internet that I found girls who were ok with it, even me cumming in my pants. In fact several girls I worshipped online – glamour and nude models I mean – told me they were flattered they could make me do that, and Miss Christina was always interested in my antics, even my mac-wanking escapades.
But before then my feelings were always guilt, shame, humiliation in the presence of girls, specially when I was masturbating thinking about them all the time, and very specially the girls who I’d been lucky enough to be able to spunk my pants as I watched them. I’m talking about girls at work, or it could be neighbours, the girl who worked in the local pub or shop.
I loved those feelings, I loved being a useless wanker, a perv, and I loved the power girls had over me, and they still do.
I had early experiences in clubs and the like, and narrow escapes. Never again. So, where to go to see for real? I don’t spy, and never did. I don’t need or want to see nudity so not for me hanging round the back of the local pool, or peeping through windows, hiding in the woods overlooking the nudist beach etc etc.
I did park up overlooking the beach, and just wait, and often got lucky, even seeing bikinis – the barest I’ve ever seen girls. But what girls wore on the street, even back in the 70s, was more than enough for me to get full satisfaction. Most of my life I’ve worn a rainmac and that hides the result of what looking at lovely girls does to me.
But worshipping personally is the pinnacle. So it would be girls at work, the local pub or shops, girls that you’d be required to have some interaction with – “here’s your mail Miss, er...you..er...look lovely....er...lovely today...er...sorry Miss....”
And there I’m thinking, thinking longingly, about a girl, a Goddess, who made me cum in my pants 3 times. Did She know? Unlikely, but She knew I was obsessed with Her, but it was never in a nasty way, I was always respectful, but just timid and awestruck. That was the 70s, and did girls then think along the lines of ‘I bet that bloke masturbates thinking about me?’ I don’t know, but in the Internet era, when I was able to talk to Goddesses like Miss Danica, She told me that all the girls at the amateur photo-sessions back then knew exactly what the blokes wanted the photos for.
So, Miss Jacqui, I knew where to be, to see Her. I’m not spying, I watch Her walking down the street in Her lovely outfit, I’m only seeing what She’s happy for the world to see, and it’s enough for me to go into ecstasy, and fill my underpants with cum. That’s heaven, cause I can see Her for real, see Her walk, hear Her talk and laugh with Her friend, see Her toss Her hair, just thinking “ohhh Goddess” as She makes me pump in my pants at the sight of Her.
Then joy of joys, next day I find Her mail and take it up to Her office, feeling all the delicious feelings of guilt and humiliation as I go into Her office, knowing what was happening in my pants a few hours ago, caused by Her. My eyes widening as I see Her in that tight red top, bulging so lovely that I realise my mouth is hanging open. I’m desperate to find the next opportunity to watch Her till She makes me cum in my pants again.
I look back over the years – and it’s been a few, enough to render me a little less capable now than I was, and needing a little assistance these days – and I realise how lucky I’ve been so many times to see a lovely sexy girl, and then be going home with that naughty dirty shameful feeling of wet pants and the stink of spunk, so many many times.
Early on, there were desperate pants-spunks. The go-go dancers are only going to be on TV screen for 3 minutes at most. Even though there are people around I have to make sure I pants-spunk before the dance is over, I’m DESPERATE! I’ve been waiting all week for this magical moment.
Miss Sandy Sarjeant made me cum in my pants many many times when She danced go-go on Ready Steady Go!
Later in life, when I’m mac-wanking and it’s cold on the street, I’ve been waiting for hours for girls to come along, then I’ve got 2 or 3 minutes before She walks round the corner and out of sight. That’s when my mac earns its keep as I’m jerking at 100mph to hopefully get there in time. If I do, I’ve got the joy of going home with wet pants. If not, oh well there’s all my mags in my wank-room.
Then there’s unexpected pants-spunks. I mean, I’m always ready to wet my pants, but there’ve been a couple of times when I didn’t want to. Surely not?! Well, in a club, leaving do with my first job, a crowd of blokes sitting around the table, Miss Vicky on stage, the bosomiest goddess I’ve seen apart from in my mags – and She could easily be in one of those – I’ve never seen a girl so skimpy-dressed but, spunk my pants? With all the guys around? They’d know I was a wanker and my life would be over. But She was too much, and like an out of body experience I’m looking at this spotty youth, the wanker with a huge collection of dirty mags back home, seeing a real Goddess for the first time in his life, bouncing up and down in his seat as She makes him violently ejaculate into his underpants, and....no one noticed. Phew!
And seeing Miss Melanie for the first time, seeing a girl pose for the first time, seeing a girl deliberately showing Her knix, a girl whose seen in my case and all my dirty mags and the state they’re in. All for the first time for this perv who’s now in his 40s. Seeing the 19-year-old call-girl and nude model pose fully-clothed and suddenly, out of nowhere – “Yelp!!” Bent double. Spunk spunk spunk spunk spunk in my pants. Right in front of Her. She looks away, momentarily surprised – “I was only showing my knickers?!”
I didn’t plan that. You don’t spunk your pants in front of a girl so She can see. Even if She poses, even if She’s posed nude for some men. I’d never done that. I didn’t know what the rules were, but I was lucky, She wasn’t the slightest bit bothered, and that was the first of many, many lovely pants-spunks right in front of Her, with all the trimmings. Heaven. She saw and heard it all – spunk cumming through the front of my trousers, convulsions, moans, whimpers and cries of perv ecstasy. Every time I arrived, my mac would be open and there were the spunk-stains on my wank-trousers, all caused by Her legginess, stocking-tops and knick-knix.
Copying this pose from my Spick & Span magazine, Miss Melanie made me instantly spunk my pants right in front of Her
She could see the pervy captions, toilet paper and spunk stains, yet She copied this pose and made Wanker spunk in his pants!
And then we come to controlling a pants-spunk. How so? Easy. She’s gonna make you, no doubt about it (barmaid in the Green Man). Wearing that top? Are you k**ding?! I only normally see that much in my mags. Oh She’s gonna make me spunk my pants all right. I just want to make the most of it. She’s not going anywhere, I’m close enough to get a good view and not too close. It’s not bright in here, it’s noisy. Perfect conditions for a girl-worshipping perv to ogle Her and get his perv sex-pleasure.
So, light press against the bar, then ease off. Early sensations of the spunk rising. Ogle, ogle, ogle. She is LOVELY. Lovely, lovely big tits BULGING in Her low-cut top. Goddess. A wanker’s dream – and I’m a wanker. Press a little more, ogle ogle gawp. A trickle of pre-cum. Ooooops, nearly moaned. Ease off, but already there’s a leaking little stream. She’s just too much. Hold it very lightly against the bar (it’s painful to spunk when there’s no pressure at all on your penis – I know - Miss Vicky made me do that).
The flow accelerates and then suddenly the spunk-pump kicks in and I have to cough to disguise the big shudder that’s gone through me, then another, then another as the pumping continues, continues and doesn’t stop till my underpants are a whole soggy mess of spunk, and it’s soaked through to my wank-trousers. Does She notice that I’m still gazing at Her trance-like? I’m in a daze and it will take me a few minutes to recover, then I leave. Not long to wait to get to my motor and unzip to see, joy of joys, the big, big wet patch of cum. She made me do that! Lovely! And driving home, all the time the big stench of spunk, to remind me I had a lovely, lovely experience with a Goddess tonight, one I’d been dreaming of for weeks and weeks, every since the first time I saw Her in that pub.
There were other barmaids that made me too, and always the joy of controlling it, to get the most exquisite pants-spunk, not too quickly and little risk She’ll disappear - often there was more than one barmaid, like in the ‘bare barmaids’ pub in Derbyshire.
Spontaneous pants-spunks are special, though usually on photos or videos. Worshipping in person was similar, cause you can’t fiddle around when your Goddess is there posing and you’re taking snaps, though when She spends time looking at your worship material of Her on your laptop, talking nice and sexy, the spunk usually cums all by itself. And when a special outfit or pose is just too much – Miss Danica in Her lingerie – then knobby just takes it upon itself to jump and spurt into your pants, requiring all my best skills to disguise it, as I don’t have permission to do it openly.
Three of the Goddesses I worshipped personally I’d actually seen in mags a few years earlier, and as I saw the photos, parked up a few minutes after making the purchase, spunk rising as I ogled the photos in pervy disbelief, I never for a second thought I’d actually meet my Goddess, see Her pose, SHOW HER the spunk-stained photos from years before.
I sent this to Miss Danica in June 2011 to show Her how She made me spunk in my pants just looking at Her pics, and then went back and spunked all over them
I handed this to Miss Leigh at my first Worship Session with Her – my pants were already wet
Looking at pics in mags was usually spontaneous pants-spunking, but of course you don’t know how many pics there are in a set, and as you slowly turn the page, you’re not looking to hold on till the very last pic – if hold on is an option, which usually it isn’t. Who else is in the mag? Well, don’t worry about that, the sooner a girl makes you pants-spunk, the more times you will on this mag.
So, first pic – sometimes enough already – turn the page and “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohh Goddess”...little squirt of pre-cum, ogle the pic some more, and yes, yes, She’s going to make you do it! There’s that feeling, that SPECIAL feeling in your tip when a girl’s gonna make knobby spunk all by itself, and – who cares where I’m parked – I’m gonna moan cause She’ll make me, I don’t have control now, and “moooaaannnnnnn...” a stream of pre-cum, and I’m twisting in my seat as those big pulsations throb through my penis and the moaning reaches a crescendo as She has me right on the verge, then “YELP!!!” A big gob of spunk squeezes out my tip making me bend double, and then the whimpers, the cries, for all to hear – I don’t care anymore – as She makes me FILL my pants, bouncing up and down in my seat – “OH! OH! OH! OH! OHHHHH!! OHHHHHH!! OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” I LOVE it!
I KNEW She’d make me, like She did twice last week in the last mag. I won’t list the names of those Goddesses here because they’re all in my post ‘League of Pants-Spunk Causing Girls’.
Miss Caroline appeared in mags a few times, but always leaving me gasping for breath and with a load of spunk in my pants......so every time I saw Her on the cover or that She was in the mag, I’d go nuts and dash back to my van, knowing pants-spunk perv heaven was seconds away....once She made me do it in my pants in the shop before I’d even bought the mag!!
I worshipped personally more times than I ever thought it would be possible I would, including some of the loveliest glamour and nude models of the 80s, 90s, and onwards. Three Goddesses who knew all about me and my pervert ways. Three Goddesses who knew and saw what I’d done to their pics. Three Goddesses who knew they made me spunk my pants in their presence, albeit discreetly. And all three did and said things that they knew would inevitably make a perv like me not be able to hold it, not want to hold it. They knew that was the ultimate sexual experience for me, to see Goddesses as lovely as they were, who I’d seen in photos 100s of times, to see them actually do a sexy pose in my full view – fully-dressed but even so – to see them show while they laughed and said sexy things, and they knew what would happen inside my underpants when I saw that.
What use is a perv who spunks his pants, what use to a lovely girl? Well I can think of three or four lovely Goddesses who might give you an answer to that......
“I know I make Graham cum in his pants!”
“So next time you can leave your mac open, I’ll pose topless and, who knows, maybe dreams DO cum true!”
“Cleavage is too much for you with a girl like me, isn’t it Graham?!”
“I’ve made you wet your pants Graham, I’ve made you wet your pants!” - Graham Wanker: “Yes Miss!!”
“Spunk spunk spunk, Graham spunking in his pants!” – Wanker Graham: “croak.....”
Miss E to Miss L – “so was it the bikini that made him do it in his pants?” – Miss L “no, it was the black dress!” - very low-cut dress – Pervert Graham: “yes that’s right Miss”.
“Is this too much for you Graham?!” – Miss Danica in Her lingerie, more bareness than Graham’s seen for real before – Wanker Graham: “mumble mumble mumble.....” He’s spunking his pants and tells Her a few months later, She says “yes I thought so..”
These comments are all on video – maybe one day I’ll post them.....(I’ve posted the Miss Danica one)
Stevie
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