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Many years ago, I made my usual daily trip up to the offices where there were lots of girls to ogle, and it was the time of the miniskirt and minidress, so I always ended up very worked up and often needing to spray the bog-seat with spunk.
On one visit, I noticed a new addition to the staff, and soon found out Her name was Miss Rosie – very important as I have to chant Her name over and over as I rub my knob thinking about Her every evening. She liked to wear short skirts and soon I was totally obsessed with Her, and pages devoted to Her in my ‘little black book’ – actually a big binder – soon outnumbered most of the others.
I so love the feeling of guilt, embarrassment and humiliation I get when I have to face a girl the next morning who I was having the most pervy wank-orgy on the night before and going up and placing Her mail on Her desk, flushing up with embarrassment as She says “thanks” and I try and say “ok” or something and just a croak comes out. Bearing in mind that as soon as I’m in the offices I’ve got an erection under my overalls.
This was a difficult time to worship because I very rarely had any photos of the girls I worshipped – two girls appeared in the local rag after some sort of reception, one of whom is another Top Ten Pants-Spunks, but that’s the only time I recall. You can’t tell Her obviously that you wank on Her all the time and your desperate desire is to spunk your pants with your eyes on Her.
I do recall one occasion when I went into the woods after work, so wound-up by Her and what She was wearing that day, and stripped off to nude-wank over Her, chanting Her name loudly, without realising that I was next to a path and without warning as I was jerking myself into ecstasy, a man and woman walked past.
It was maybe a couple of years later when I became obsessed with another girl at work – another Top Ten Pants-Spunk – that I threw caution to the window and stood outside Her office ogling Her through the window until She made me spunk my pants. But that wasn’t an option with Miss Rosie as She was in a big office with lots of other people and didn’t sit near a window or anything.
I thought it was going to be another unrequited worship episode when, quite by chance, a perfect opportunity came up – the god of girl-worship was obviously smiling down at me. I was told to go up to the offices and complete a whole stack of forms for a major shipment - I had the register in the stores and so had to write this on every form etc etc. I was shown to a desk in the offices and, guess who should be sitting opposite, hard at work, but lovely Goddess, miniskirt Spunk Queen, leggy Spunkstress Miss Rosie, who’d was driving me out of my skull with pervert desire and lust.
I didn’t have any sort of plan of action, having not been aware till a few minutes ago of this, and I sat behind this desk, completing forms in between letting my eyes lovingly and pervertedly rest on Her, in a state of bliss with a very pulsating erect penis upright in my underpants. I was getting those special feelings but they were being interrupted as She was moving paper around and getting stuff out of Her desk and I had to be careful She didn’t see I was gawping at Her on and off.
Even so, seeing Her sitting in that short skirt was creating a slow inexorable leaking of liquid from the tip of my knob that, every time it squirted in my pants, made me shiver. I wasn’t sure what to do – there were other people in the offices but nobody nearby, but even if it was only Miss Rosie, if my trousers showed a big wet patch of cum across the front, how would I get out to the toilets unseen. Now of course I’d just LOVE Her to see She’d made me spunk my pants, but back then, no way.
I knew She had me on the verge, I was quivering, unable to write any more as my hands were shaking so much and burning-point had been reached in the tip of my knob. I agonised – do I dash off now and avoid potential major embarrassment and the sack, or let my dreams of the past many, many months cum true and ogle till She makes me spunk my pants.
I didn’t have to make that decision, as Miss Rosie shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, moving Her high heel up onto a sort of footrest thing that office girls used back then, and giving me an lovely, lovely view of black knix. The rest is a blur – it’s a long time ago – but I do remember instantly shooting into my underpants as I saw beautiful Miss Rosie bare all the way from Her sex-queen high heels to Her black knix, and by then I’d perfected the pretend cough so that when my head and shoulders jerked forward with the v******e of that first shot of spunk, it looked and sounded like I was sneezing – odd sneeze though – “oooooohhhhaaaaahhhhohhhhhhh, uhm, tissue!”
Oh, a wanker’s dreams do cum true, and for what seemed ages, in blissful wetting-pants perv ecstasy I was pumping shot after shot of spunk, jetting into my pants, trembling so violently in my seat, my head nodding in time to the shots of spunk – that sneeze and coughing fit going on and on, a bit strange?! Then that moment of sublime peace as I sit there still gazing at Her but head down so glasses looking at papers, eyes on Her so She doesn’t realise, feeling all the wetness in my pants and knowing that at last, that dream came true and I wet in ecstasy with my eyes on Her, just a few feet away.
Then I remembered what that wetness meant, and had to devise a way to escape, so I picked up one of my forms as if there was an issue with it and held it in front of my trousers and headed to the bog to clean up, then down to the stores to put on my dust-coat (overalls not needed for the office and going back in my dust coat would look odd but I had no choice)
What lovely feelings as I sat back at my desk a few feet from Her, able to gaze at Her for the rest of the afternoon in between putting the codes onto my pile of forms. My dust coat hid my wet patch and prevented the smell of spunk from wafting up, but I could feel the wetness in my underpants for the next few hours, and was able to say under my breath “you made me wet my pants Miss Rosie, they’re soaked, Wanker’s been worshipping you for months and finally I saw you show for real and you made me fill my pants with spunk”, stuff like that, ultra-pervy, all afternoon.
I love girl-worship. I love it when a girl makes me cum in my pants seeing Her for real. And that was a Top Ten Pants-Spunk, years and years ago but I’ll never forget it.
On one visit, I noticed a new addition to the staff, and soon found out Her name was Miss Rosie – very important as I have to chant Her name over and over as I rub my knob thinking about Her every evening. She liked to wear short skirts and soon I was totally obsessed with Her, and pages devoted to Her in my ‘little black book’ – actually a big binder – soon outnumbered most of the others.
I so love the feeling of guilt, embarrassment and humiliation I get when I have to face a girl the next morning who I was having the most pervy wank-orgy on the night before and going up and placing Her mail on Her desk, flushing up with embarrassment as She says “thanks” and I try and say “ok” or something and just a croak comes out. Bearing in mind that as soon as I’m in the offices I’ve got an erection under my overalls.
This was a difficult time to worship because I very rarely had any photos of the girls I worshipped – two girls appeared in the local rag after some sort of reception, one of whom is another Top Ten Pants-Spunks, but that’s the only time I recall. You can’t tell Her obviously that you wank on Her all the time and your desperate desire is to spunk your pants with your eyes on Her.
I do recall one occasion when I went into the woods after work, so wound-up by Her and what She was wearing that day, and stripped off to nude-wank over Her, chanting Her name loudly, without realising that I was next to a path and without warning as I was jerking myself into ecstasy, a man and woman walked past.
It was maybe a couple of years later when I became obsessed with another girl at work – another Top Ten Pants-Spunk – that I threw caution to the window and stood outside Her office ogling Her through the window until She made me spunk my pants. But that wasn’t an option with Miss Rosie as She was in a big office with lots of other people and didn’t sit near a window or anything.
I thought it was going to be another unrequited worship episode when, quite by chance, a perfect opportunity came up – the god of girl-worship was obviously smiling down at me. I was told to go up to the offices and complete a whole stack of forms for a major shipment - I had the register in the stores and so had to write this on every form etc etc. I was shown to a desk in the offices and, guess who should be sitting opposite, hard at work, but lovely Goddess, miniskirt Spunk Queen, leggy Spunkstress Miss Rosie, who’d was driving me out of my skull with pervert desire and lust.
I didn’t have any sort of plan of action, having not been aware till a few minutes ago of this, and I sat behind this desk, completing forms in between letting my eyes lovingly and pervertedly rest on Her, in a state of bliss with a very pulsating erect penis upright in my underpants. I was getting those special feelings but they were being interrupted as She was moving paper around and getting stuff out of Her desk and I had to be careful She didn’t see I was gawping at Her on and off.
Even so, seeing Her sitting in that short skirt was creating a slow inexorable leaking of liquid from the tip of my knob that, every time it squirted in my pants, made me shiver. I wasn’t sure what to do – there were other people in the offices but nobody nearby, but even if it was only Miss Rosie, if my trousers showed a big wet patch of cum across the front, how would I get out to the toilets unseen. Now of course I’d just LOVE Her to see She’d made me spunk my pants, but back then, no way.
I knew She had me on the verge, I was quivering, unable to write any more as my hands were shaking so much and burning-point had been reached in the tip of my knob. I agonised – do I dash off now and avoid potential major embarrassment and the sack, or let my dreams of the past many, many months cum true and ogle till She makes me spunk my pants.
I didn’t have to make that decision, as Miss Rosie shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, moving Her high heel up onto a sort of footrest thing that office girls used back then, and giving me an lovely, lovely view of black knix. The rest is a blur – it’s a long time ago – but I do remember instantly shooting into my underpants as I saw beautiful Miss Rosie bare all the way from Her sex-queen high heels to Her black knix, and by then I’d perfected the pretend cough so that when my head and shoulders jerked forward with the v******e of that first shot of spunk, it looked and sounded like I was sneezing – odd sneeze though – “oooooohhhhaaaaahhhhohhhhhhh, uhm, tissue!”
Oh, a wanker’s dreams do cum true, and for what seemed ages, in blissful wetting-pants perv ecstasy I was pumping shot after shot of spunk, jetting into my pants, trembling so violently in my seat, my head nodding in time to the shots of spunk – that sneeze and coughing fit going on and on, a bit strange?! Then that moment of sublime peace as I sit there still gazing at Her but head down so glasses looking at papers, eyes on Her so She doesn’t realise, feeling all the wetness in my pants and knowing that at last, that dream came true and I wet in ecstasy with my eyes on Her, just a few feet away.
Then I remembered what that wetness meant, and had to devise a way to escape, so I picked up one of my forms as if there was an issue with it and held it in front of my trousers and headed to the bog to clean up, then down to the stores to put on my dust-coat (overalls not needed for the office and going back in my dust coat would look odd but I had no choice)
What lovely feelings as I sat back at my desk a few feet from Her, able to gaze at Her for the rest of the afternoon in between putting the codes onto my pile of forms. My dust coat hid my wet patch and prevented the smell of spunk from wafting up, but I could feel the wetness in my underpants for the next few hours, and was able to say under my breath “you made me wet my pants Miss Rosie, they’re soaked, Wanker’s been worshipping you for months and finally I saw you show for real and you made me fill my pants with spunk”, stuff like that, ultra-pervy, all afternoon.
I love girl-worship. I love it when a girl makes me cum in my pants seeing Her for real. And that was a Top Ten Pants-Spunk, years and years ago but I’ll never forget it.
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