The Liberation Of Father Mortimer
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Picture the scene – a middle-aged man in a raincoat (it’s a warm day) sat in a studio and on the other side of Her desk, an attractive 19-year-old girl in a short black miniskirt and matching skimpy black top.
Now before you think ‘this doesn’t look good’, it turns out that the girl is also an escort, and has posed nude for groups of men. It also turns out that the man is a 42-year-old virgin who is very nervous to be sat where he is, being very unused to the company of females, particularly young and attractive females.
That’s not to say that he isn’t here by choice – he’s hoping to fulfill a long-held dream of seeing a girl pose. He has an enormous collection of magazines and VHS tapes, pictures and cuttings from newspapers, holiday brochures and lingerie catalogues. He’s also been to this studio before – the previous week, he bought a lot of spare photos that the receptionist had in Her drawer.
That in itself was a dream cum true for him, as on many occasions he’d visited studios of all sorts – including those in Soho that were a front for something more than photographing a nude girl – but always chickened out when he got there and meekly asked for ‘spare photos’ rather than asking to see a girl pose. Of course, they never had spare photos but at least he had the pleasure that the girls on reception – who were usually the nude models – now knew that pics of girls was all he wanted.
Being able to buy spare photos from the girl at Terri’s Glamourworld Studio was a first, and a very exciting experience for the ‘perv’, and in the days that followed he masturbated a great deal over the photos. There was no doubt that he wanted to go back and buy more, but before doing so, phoned the studio to ask about more photos – really just for the pervy pleasure of talking to a girl about photos of girls.
The girl who answered the phone was one of the models, and the conversation turned to the reason why the pervert, Graham, couldn’t take photos but only wanted to buy them. Though he intimated at what was likely to happen if he saw a girl pose – which would be the first time he ever had - the model, Miss Melanie, told him She wasn’t at all concerned.
It was therefore a very mixed up Graham who set off for the studio that afternoon. There was for the first time the very real prospect of actually seeing a girl pose for the very first time, making his fondest dream cum true, since Miss Melanie had clearly stated that there would not be a problem, whatever happened. But he couldn’t be sure he would have the nerve to go through with it, as he’d always bottled it on every previous occasion.
He was comfortable wearing his rainmac, which he did all weathers, for buying mags in shops or going to studios to ask for spare pics – as well as his obvious nervousness and inadequacy in the presence of females, and the fact that he wanted only to buy pics, not take them, the ‘dirty mac’ reinforced his image as a pervert, a ‘dirty old man’, to the reception girls in those studios. Miss Melanie was not at all perturbed when She opened the door to the pervert mac-man.
So there he was and of course, when She let him in and asked the purpose of his visit, he could only say “could I buy some spare pics please Miss?” sounding every bit as timid and pathetic as you’d expect a life-long pervert, who’d never had any sort of relations with girls, to sound. (He’d not yet had a worship relationship and he could not know that what would happen today would lead to that).
“Yeah sure”, Miss Melanie told him, and opened the desk drawer and took out packs of photos and passed them to him one by one for him to choose. He had to instantly tell Her no nude photos - miniskirt, cleavage, maybe bikini was all he wanted – and all he could take, being uncomfortable with anything more explicit.
He bought quite a few photos when, remembering that She’d told him on the phone She was a model and enjoyed it (at which point he’d cum in his pants) he did get up the nerve to ask Her if he could buy photos of Her. “Yeah sure” She replied without hesitation. She began to sort through packs of photos of Herself, and he could see Her putting aside the nude poses She’d done as She knew now that those would be too much for him.
The mac was doing its job and his upright shaft forcing the front of his trousers out was not visible to Her. Although many many girls had made him cum in his pants over the years, to his knowledge none of them were aware of what they’d made him do, and that was because he always wore coverage and had learned to disguise his shudders and noises with pretend coughs and the like.
He bought a lot of photos of Her and his excitement was reaching fever pitch. “Of course I could do some poses now if you’d like?” She said to him, apparently not concerned that he’d brought no camera, no photographic equipment. His mouth hung open and he blinked at Her, wide-eyed and very nervous now. “Come on, we can go in the studio,” She added. Still he blinked, his mouth moving slightly but nothing coming out.
“Or I can pose in here if you prefer,” She said. “I don’t have to change, this is a nice outfit isn’t it, nice short skirt?” She said. He nodded, his expression a mixture of fear and excitement. “So pose in here, in this outfit?” He nodded, trying to make sure he was giving Her a definite ‘yes’, with his nerves still jangling. Instinctively he got up and moved back, making sure he wasn’t too close and in Her space, maintaining a distance he was comfortable with, always being uncomfortable in the presence of females.
“What sort of poses do you like”, Miss Melanie asked, and again he looked at Her blankly, with no idea what to say. Partly because he was always nervous of saying something explicit or rude. The minutes passed, and She awaited his response, while he stood there, feeling utterly inadequate. “Have you got magazines in there,” She asked, pointing to his case (which yes was full of dirty mags and went everywhere with him). He nodded yes, and She said “put it on that table then and let’s have a look see, I can copy poses from those for you, can’t I?”
His heart was pounding now, because they weren’t just magazines, but HIS magazines – full of pervy captions, cartoons of ‘him’ spunking his pants looking at the girl posing, big brown spunk stains and many still crammed with toilet paper. No-one had ever seen these, let alone a girl who posed for photos.
But he had no choice, and did what She told him to, opening the case which was crammed with mags and photos and newspaper cuttings and wads of toilet paper – the case of a true pervert mac-man and lifelong masturbator and solo-sex practitioner. “So, show me a pose you’d like to see”, She instructed. Graham lifted out a Spick & Span, being careful to avoid those crammed with toilet paper. He opened it and it fell open at a page, and unfortunately there was a photo of a girl showing Her knickers, a big brown spunk stain on it and a caption which read – “ohhh Miss Samantha, your bare knicks MADE me SPUNK in my PANTS!!!!” There were scraps of toilet paper stuck to the page.
He flushed bright red with embarrassment but was also very excited that She’d read the caption and now knew that just seeing a girl pose with Her knickers showing in a photo made him cum in his pants as well as spunk over the photo later – and She was going to copy the pose?! Yes, She was!
And She headed back to Her desk to copy the pose. He’d gone limp as She’d approached him to look at the photo, feeling very uncomfortable and nervous at Her closeness, and then when She went back and did the pose, he instantly got erect again, till after holding the pose for maybe 30 seconds or so, She headed back towards him while he, knowing what She was expecting, hastily pulled another mag out and again it fell open at a particular page.
Though he’d avoided the toilet-paper crammed mags, this one had opened at a page with yet another big brown spunk-stain, and a caption which read – “She shows Her KNICKS!!! I WET my PANTS!!!!! (with SPUNK!!!!) That was on the first page. On the facing page, the caption was – “ohh Miss Barbara, this is where I SPUNKED in my PANTS!!!!! Again there were scraps of toilet paper stuck to the page, in different colours showing that he’d spunked over the photos at least twice.
The good thing about the photo on the second page was that Miss Barbara was sat on a desk with Her high heel up on it, revealing a lovely view of Her legginess, stocking-tops and knickers, causing Graham to spunk in his pants at least once, and spurt over the photos at least twice. Graham had gone limp again when Miss Melanie came up to look at the photo, and then when She went back and copied the pose, sitting on Her desk and lifting Her high heel and placing it on the desk, giving exactly the same lovely view, he instantly got erect again but –
DISASTER! As his penis reached full erection in milli-seconds, forcing it against the material of his work trousers, he could feel an instant rush of spunk coming up from his balls and straight up his shaft, spurting out into his underpants, forcing his head and shoulders forward as he convulsed with that first shot, a strangled cry escaping his hanging gob, and then he was nodding up and down, his upper body crumpling in time to the shots of spunk going into his pants, and him completely unable to control or hide it.
After years of discreetly ejaculating into his underpants, often a few feet from the girl who was making him but blissfully unaware of the sex pleasure She was giving him, he’d done it obviously and noisily in front of a girl for the first time in his life, taken completely by surprise as She did the pose. Now there’d be hell to pay, surely.
As his contortions had begun, Miss Melanie looked away momentarily, quite surprised by what She was seeing – presumably She’d not seen a perv cum in his pants before, even though She was showing so little. But She quickly turned back and saw him in his perv ecstasy, then subsiding afterwards and trying to get his breath, his face beetroot-red and eyes now normal after nearly popping a moment ago.
When he’d finished, She jumped off the desk, saying cheerily “I expect you’ll want to do that again! Give me a call!” The dazed wanker got his mags and the pics he’d bought and crammed them into his case, muttering “thank you Miss”, and shuffling out the door, his wet pants and trousers making their presence felt on his legs under his mac. Heading back to his van, he was undergoing the process of trying to believe what had just happened.
And there started nearly 7 years of worship, and a repeat at every Worship Session of what had happened at that very first one. He’d never shown his dirty mags to anyone, certainly not a girl, before, he’d never seen a girl pose or in any way deliberately show Herself to him. Sure, he’d seen girls show their knix many times and always cum in his pants watching, but those were ‘lucky views’, not deliberate, so Miss Melanie was the first girl ever to give him that view of Her own accord.
Going back for a second Worship Session was the start of his first ever ‘relationship’ with a girl – one-sided of course, since She was doing it for the money but he was there to get what was for him the pinnacle of sexual satisfaction and gratification – a girl showing enough to make him spunk his pants in front of Her, something he’d dreamed of for many, many years.
That first meeting changed his life, and the fact that She’d offered to let him see Her pose, that She’d suggested copying poses from his dirty mags, and that he’d been taken by surprise and been totally unable to stop himself visibly and noisily spunking his pants in front of Her, all allowed him to approach the next Worship Session with more confidence in terms of what was allowed, though he was always very nervous as he rang Her doorbell, even after 7 years of worship.
There were other firsts – making up mags of Her photos and showing them to Her, with the perviest imaginable captions written on – and She wrote stuff in them too at Worship Sessions - cartoons of him pants-spunking, big brown spunk-stains and wads of toilet paper which She had to peel off to look at the page beneath. He gave Her videos of himself spurting spunk over Her photos, and even did that on two occasions in front of Her at Worship Sessions.
He was allowed a phone call after each Session so he could say to Her things he couldn’t when he was there, and spunk over Her photos as they talked, Her calling him a wanker. She did videos for him of Her showing, posing and dancing, reading his worship sheets and the mags he made of Her photos, talking to him and calling him a wanker.
He’d never dreamed any of this would be possible, and realised that Worship Sessions were for him the ultimate, and though there were often gaps, of months or even years between Sessions, he is still lucky enough to be allowed them to this day, but some of the loveliest Goddesses ever. All because of that first life-changing experience.
Shown to Miss Melanie - She copied the pose
Shown to Miss Melanie - She copied the second pose, making Wanker Graham instantly spunk his pants right in front of Her
Now before you think ‘this doesn’t look good’, it turns out that the girl is also an escort, and has posed nude for groups of men. It also turns out that the man is a 42-year-old virgin who is very nervous to be sat where he is, being very unused to the company of females, particularly young and attractive females.
That’s not to say that he isn’t here by choice – he’s hoping to fulfill a long-held dream of seeing a girl pose. He has an enormous collection of magazines and VHS tapes, pictures and cuttings from newspapers, holiday brochures and lingerie catalogues. He’s also been to this studio before – the previous week, he bought a lot of spare photos that the receptionist had in Her drawer.
That in itself was a dream cum true for him, as on many occasions he’d visited studios of all sorts – including those in Soho that were a front for something more than photographing a nude girl – but always chickened out when he got there and meekly asked for ‘spare photos’ rather than asking to see a girl pose. Of course, they never had spare photos but at least he had the pleasure that the girls on reception – who were usually the nude models – now knew that pics of girls was all he wanted.
Being able to buy spare photos from the girl at Terri’s Glamourworld Studio was a first, and a very exciting experience for the ‘perv’, and in the days that followed he masturbated a great deal over the photos. There was no doubt that he wanted to go back and buy more, but before doing so, phoned the studio to ask about more photos – really just for the pervy pleasure of talking to a girl about photos of girls.
The girl who answered the phone was one of the models, and the conversation turned to the reason why the pervert, Graham, couldn’t take photos but only wanted to buy them. Though he intimated at what was likely to happen if he saw a girl pose – which would be the first time he ever had - the model, Miss Melanie, told him She wasn’t at all concerned.
It was therefore a very mixed up Graham who set off for the studio that afternoon. There was for the first time the very real prospect of actually seeing a girl pose for the very first time, making his fondest dream cum true, since Miss Melanie had clearly stated that there would not be a problem, whatever happened. But he couldn’t be sure he would have the nerve to go through with it, as he’d always bottled it on every previous occasion.
He was comfortable wearing his rainmac, which he did all weathers, for buying mags in shops or going to studios to ask for spare pics – as well as his obvious nervousness and inadequacy in the presence of females, and the fact that he wanted only to buy pics, not take them, the ‘dirty mac’ reinforced his image as a pervert, a ‘dirty old man’, to the reception girls in those studios. Miss Melanie was not at all perturbed when She opened the door to the pervert mac-man.
So there he was and of course, when She let him in and asked the purpose of his visit, he could only say “could I buy some spare pics please Miss?” sounding every bit as timid and pathetic as you’d expect a life-long pervert, who’d never had any sort of relations with girls, to sound. (He’d not yet had a worship relationship and he could not know that what would happen today would lead to that).
“Yeah sure”, Miss Melanie told him, and opened the desk drawer and took out packs of photos and passed them to him one by one for him to choose. He had to instantly tell Her no nude photos - miniskirt, cleavage, maybe bikini was all he wanted – and all he could take, being uncomfortable with anything more explicit.
He bought quite a few photos when, remembering that She’d told him on the phone She was a model and enjoyed it (at which point he’d cum in his pants) he did get up the nerve to ask Her if he could buy photos of Her. “Yeah sure” She replied without hesitation. She began to sort through packs of photos of Herself, and he could see Her putting aside the nude poses She’d done as She knew now that those would be too much for him.
The mac was doing its job and his upright shaft forcing the front of his trousers out was not visible to Her. Although many many girls had made him cum in his pants over the years, to his knowledge none of them were aware of what they’d made him do, and that was because he always wore coverage and had learned to disguise his shudders and noises with pretend coughs and the like.
He bought a lot of photos of Her and his excitement was reaching fever pitch. “Of course I could do some poses now if you’d like?” She said to him, apparently not concerned that he’d brought no camera, no photographic equipment. His mouth hung open and he blinked at Her, wide-eyed and very nervous now. “Come on, we can go in the studio,” She added. Still he blinked, his mouth moving slightly but nothing coming out.
“Or I can pose in here if you prefer,” She said. “I don’t have to change, this is a nice outfit isn’t it, nice short skirt?” She said. He nodded, his expression a mixture of fear and excitement. “So pose in here, in this outfit?” He nodded, trying to make sure he was giving Her a definite ‘yes’, with his nerves still jangling. Instinctively he got up and moved back, making sure he wasn’t too close and in Her space, maintaining a distance he was comfortable with, always being uncomfortable in the presence of females.
“What sort of poses do you like”, Miss Melanie asked, and again he looked at Her blankly, with no idea what to say. Partly because he was always nervous of saying something explicit or rude. The minutes passed, and She awaited his response, while he stood there, feeling utterly inadequate. “Have you got magazines in there,” She asked, pointing to his case (which yes was full of dirty mags and went everywhere with him). He nodded yes, and She said “put it on that table then and let’s have a look see, I can copy poses from those for you, can’t I?”
His heart was pounding now, because they weren’t just magazines, but HIS magazines – full of pervy captions, cartoons of ‘him’ spunking his pants looking at the girl posing, big brown spunk stains and many still crammed with toilet paper. No-one had ever seen these, let alone a girl who posed for photos.
But he had no choice, and did what She told him to, opening the case which was crammed with mags and photos and newspaper cuttings and wads of toilet paper – the case of a true pervert mac-man and lifelong masturbator and solo-sex practitioner. “So, show me a pose you’d like to see”, She instructed. Graham lifted out a Spick & Span, being careful to avoid those crammed with toilet paper. He opened it and it fell open at a page, and unfortunately there was a photo of a girl showing Her knickers, a big brown spunk stain on it and a caption which read – “ohhh Miss Samantha, your bare knicks MADE me SPUNK in my PANTS!!!!” There were scraps of toilet paper stuck to the page.
He flushed bright red with embarrassment but was also very excited that She’d read the caption and now knew that just seeing a girl pose with Her knickers showing in a photo made him cum in his pants as well as spunk over the photo later – and She was going to copy the pose?! Yes, She was!
And She headed back to Her desk to copy the pose. He’d gone limp as She’d approached him to look at the photo, feeling very uncomfortable and nervous at Her closeness, and then when She went back and did the pose, he instantly got erect again, till after holding the pose for maybe 30 seconds or so, She headed back towards him while he, knowing what She was expecting, hastily pulled another mag out and again it fell open at a particular page.
Though he’d avoided the toilet-paper crammed mags, this one had opened at a page with yet another big brown spunk-stain, and a caption which read – “She shows Her KNICKS!!! I WET my PANTS!!!!! (with SPUNK!!!!) That was on the first page. On the facing page, the caption was – “ohh Miss Barbara, this is where I SPUNKED in my PANTS!!!!! Again there were scraps of toilet paper stuck to the page, in different colours showing that he’d spunked over the photos at least twice.
The good thing about the photo on the second page was that Miss Barbara was sat on a desk with Her high heel up on it, revealing a lovely view of Her legginess, stocking-tops and knickers, causing Graham to spunk in his pants at least once, and spurt over the photos at least twice. Graham had gone limp again when Miss Melanie came up to look at the photo, and then when She went back and copied the pose, sitting on Her desk and lifting Her high heel and placing it on the desk, giving exactly the same lovely view, he instantly got erect again but –
DISASTER! As his penis reached full erection in milli-seconds, forcing it against the material of his work trousers, he could feel an instant rush of spunk coming up from his balls and straight up his shaft, spurting out into his underpants, forcing his head and shoulders forward as he convulsed with that first shot, a strangled cry escaping his hanging gob, and then he was nodding up and down, his upper body crumpling in time to the shots of spunk going into his pants, and him completely unable to control or hide it.
After years of discreetly ejaculating into his underpants, often a few feet from the girl who was making him but blissfully unaware of the sex pleasure She was giving him, he’d done it obviously and noisily in front of a girl for the first time in his life, taken completely by surprise as She did the pose. Now there’d be hell to pay, surely.
As his contortions had begun, Miss Melanie looked away momentarily, quite surprised by what She was seeing – presumably She’d not seen a perv cum in his pants before, even though She was showing so little. But She quickly turned back and saw him in his perv ecstasy, then subsiding afterwards and trying to get his breath, his face beetroot-red and eyes now normal after nearly popping a moment ago.
When he’d finished, She jumped off the desk, saying cheerily “I expect you’ll want to do that again! Give me a call!” The dazed wanker got his mags and the pics he’d bought and crammed them into his case, muttering “thank you Miss”, and shuffling out the door, his wet pants and trousers making their presence felt on his legs under his mac. Heading back to his van, he was undergoing the process of trying to believe what had just happened.
And there started nearly 7 years of worship, and a repeat at every Worship Session of what had happened at that very first one. He’d never shown his dirty mags to anyone, certainly not a girl, before, he’d never seen a girl pose or in any way deliberately show Herself to him. Sure, he’d seen girls show their knix many times and always cum in his pants watching, but those were ‘lucky views’, not deliberate, so Miss Melanie was the first girl ever to give him that view of Her own accord.
Going back for a second Worship Session was the start of his first ever ‘relationship’ with a girl – one-sided of course, since She was doing it for the money but he was there to get what was for him the pinnacle of sexual satisfaction and gratification – a girl showing enough to make him spunk his pants in front of Her, something he’d dreamed of for many, many years.
That first meeting changed his life, and the fact that She’d offered to let him see Her pose, that She’d suggested copying poses from his dirty mags, and that he’d been taken by surprise and been totally unable to stop himself visibly and noisily spunking his pants in front of Her, all allowed him to approach the next Worship Session with more confidence in terms of what was allowed, though he was always very nervous as he rang Her doorbell, even after 7 years of worship.
There were other firsts – making up mags of Her photos and showing them to Her, with the perviest imaginable captions written on – and She wrote stuff in them too at Worship Sessions - cartoons of him pants-spunking, big brown spunk-stains and wads of toilet paper which She had to peel off to look at the page beneath. He gave Her videos of himself spurting spunk over Her photos, and even did that on two occasions in front of Her at Worship Sessions.
He was allowed a phone call after each Session so he could say to Her things he couldn’t when he was there, and spunk over Her photos as they talked, Her calling him a wanker. She did videos for him of Her showing, posing and dancing, reading his worship sheets and the mags he made of Her photos, talking to him and calling him a wanker.
He’d never dreamed any of this would be possible, and realised that Worship Sessions were for him the ultimate, and though there were often gaps, of months or even years between Sessions, he is still lucky enough to be allowed them to this day, but some of the loveliest Goddesses ever. All because of that first life-changing experience.
Shown to Miss Melanie - She copied the pose
Shown to Miss Melanie - She copied the second pose, making Wanker Graham instantly spunk his pants right in front of Her
Mara
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