Worship Sessions are for life not just
- 3 years ago
- 14
- 0
Bi-annual Worship Session (not True – Last Night’s free porn video
I’m waiting for Her to arrive. My laptop is open on the desk with Her worship folder big on the desktop. The video camera’s on its tripod pointing at the door. The worship sheets I’ve printed for Her, along with a mag cover and Worship Certificate, plus the Worship Session Assessment form that She also completes nowadays, are spread across the desk.
I’m in my ‘dirty’ mac, which nowadays I leave open, with my wank-trousers underneath with a few discreet crusty spunk-stains on them. I don’t even take my flat cap off, and I do look every inch the pervert mac-wanking dirty old man. My nerves have been jangling all week and now are at fever pitch. What if I’ve got it wrong and She’ll arrive and say “sorry Graham, we’re not going to do this”, and show me the door?
I mean, She is just beautiful, adored by many, why on earth would She want to allow a disgusting old perv like me to look at Her, let alone show Her all his utterly pervy worship material? I’ve sent Her the usual masses of it this month, going more and more over the top with the perviness of it, surely She’ll say “it’s all too much Graham, I don’t want to see all this pervy stuff you keep sending me”.
For the last week I’ve been doing something I never do at any other time, and that is rubbing myself looking at Her photos and videos and the copies of worship material I’ve sent Her, but not going all the way. At my age I have to be sure I’m going to be able to ‘do it’ today, and I’ve taken all the right pills too. So I’m a mixture of enormous excitement that I’m going to be seeing Her and showing Her all the stuff on my laptop about Her, and tremendous nerves that it’s all going to go wrong.
I hear Her arrive and my heart is pounding, my hands sweaty and I’m shaking so much with nervousness that I can hardly stand up straight. I hear Her voice, talking to Her photographer whose studio this is, and then suddenly the door’s open and She’s in the studio, big lovely smile making me melt and my nerves evaporate. Oh, does She look lovely! She rarely poses in jeans for Her site but does She look fabulous in them, such a leggy Goddess, and Her top is loose but still shows Her figure.
She can see I’m in a bit of a state but as always She makes me feel at ease very quickly – after all, this is the 10th or 11th time I’ve seen Her, and things have developed over those years to the extent that I can now properly talk to Her, as well as do things during the Session that I’d never dreamed possible before.
“Hi Graham! How are you?!” I mumble my reply but after a few minutes I’m able to talk normally, as soon as I’ve settled down and realised that, like every previous time, She’s happy to be here and She knows what it means to me and like always She’ll make sure I have a lovely time. She knows that worshipping Her is my life, and though She sees me only a couple of times a year, and will respond once to my every 4 or 5 emails, for me She’s on my mind every minute of every day. It’s only Her I’m looking at when I go into ecstasy – I do look at other pics of course, as I’ve done all my life, but I’m dedicated to Her now.
She starts to look at the worship sheets I’ve brought Her, before She’s changed, and that’s because She will change into the outfit that’s featured in the worship sheets. (She knows which outfit it is because I sent Her before the Session the worship sheets I originally did after I spunked my pants on some of the pics in the set). She laughs as She reads it, because She can see I’ve pasted Her photos into this studio, and added the cartoon of me watching Her pose. I tell Her I’ve done a GIF for the last page of the worship sheet and it’s on my laptop.
I’ve already got an erection poking out the front of my wank-trousers and I’m embarrassed about it, as it takes me a bit longer to relax about that, but She doesn’t bat an eyelid. The GIF is obvious right in the middle of the desktop and She clicks on it. Up comes the photo of Her doing a lovely pose in the outfit, pasted into the photo of the studio which is almost exactly where She’s standing now.
It runs in a loop, Her smiling and posing, me gawping and a stream of cum running out the front of my trousers, with captions popping up – ‘oh spunk queen’ the wanker says, She says ‘you’re such a wanker Graham’, and this repeats and repeats while She laughs a lot. She shuts it down and turns to go and change, not even needing to ask me which outfit – the worship sheet tells Her exactly what I dream will happen today, like it has done every previous time, and She always makes my dream cum true.
Seeing Her watch the GIF, seeing what it shows Her and the photo of Her included, has worked me up a lot and I can feel my knob bobbing up and down gently in my pants, with a damp patch at the tip, and a sort of slightly urgent burning sensation in the tip – but I can’t think I’m that close yet? Nothing prepares me for what happens next though.
She walks back into the studio in that short black pleated skirt, so short I can see Her stocking-tops, and a breathtaking low-cut top. I hear this groaning noise and I’m overcum with ecstasy and I realise it’s me making the noises, like an out-of-body experience. I usually try to be a bit discreet when I’m doing it in my pants in front of Her so as not to be too pervy, but I’ve got no control and I’m contorting as the shots of spunk go into my underpants.
As soon as I started to ejaculate, She raised Her skirt right up, giving me a full view of Her stocking-tops, suspenders and knickers, and Her lovely legginess every inch of the way from Her sex-queen high-heels to Her knix. How lovely of Her to make sure my ejaculation was a lovely as possible.
I’m subsiding and I can see a long streak of cum down the front of my trousers, and She can see it too. “Well Graham, that didn’t take long did it?! Wow! I guess you were looking forward to seeing me!”
“Sorry Miss,” I’m usually apologetic, just a nervous reaction, and She is having none of it.
“Don’t be silly Graham, I know that’s what you want and I just wanted to make sure it was nice for you!”
She walks up to my laptop and turns to me to say “you need to get out of those wet trousers and underpants, did you bring a change?”
“No Miss, I want to enjoy the wetness for a bit if that’s ok”.
“Fine, if that’s what you want. I just thought it would be a bit uncomfortable that’s all.”
I feel brave enough now to talk a bit pervy – “I love having wet pants after you’ve made me do it in them Miss!” She makes such a lovely expression, of understanding and kindness, laughs and turns back to the laptop.
For the next hour, She trawls through it, watching a few worship videos, looking at worship sheets, and pics of Hers in my ‘pics that made me spunk my pants’ folder. She laughs and comments all the time, and takes the opportunity to call me a wanker several times, as well as joking about how often She makes me cum in my pants. These two hours of worship in person are just heaven for me. To be in Her presence, see Her wearing a favourite outfit, standing a few feet from Her with a big wet patch of spunk on the front of my trousers, that’s the pinnacle of worship for me.
Then She looks up and says “shall I do some poses? Would you like to see some poses Graham?” I nod enthusiastically. Originally, the purpose of the studio session was ostensibly to take photos, with a bit of a review of my laptop and Her reading my printed worship sheets. Over the years that’s developed into a fully-fledged Worship Session, and now there’s no expectation for me to actually take photos – I obviously want photos of Her posing in the outfit, but I can get them from the HD video. I’m allowed to just watch Her pose – and a bit more.
She knows what I want to do seeing Her pose, and the last few times I’ve felt able to. It’s not the first time I’ve mac-wanked in front of a girl of course – I did that many times with Miss Melanie, including the wet patch, lots of moans and convulsions, the lot. She sits in a chair and starts to do poses, breathtaking lovely poses, so leggy and curvy, and soon I’m in high gear, leaving my mac open but hand through the hole in the pocket, just to underline that I am a pervert mac-wanker through and through.
She smiles as She poses, and talks to me, about being a wanker, about how I worship Her, how She knows She makes me cum in my pants – it’s lovely beyond belief, and I moan non-stop as I rub myself in front of Her, jerking arm flapping my mac and hand forcing the front of my wank-trousers in and out – they are baggy as well as absorbent for precisely this function – to allow easy mac-wanking and show the wet patch instantly when I ejaculate.
I’m slowing down now and going “oh oh oh oh oh” non-stop and She does a mind-boggling pose. My whole head and shoulders jerk forward and I give a loud ‘yelp’ as She makes me start to spunk my pants, the first big gob of spunk exiting the slit in my tip and cumming straight through my still-damp trousers. I’ve pulled my trousers to one side so I can make a whole new wet patch alongside the existing one.
How I moan as knobby squeezes several shots of spunk through the material of my wank-trousers, the glistening mounds of spunk welling up and then soaking back into the absorbent material. My nodding and crumpling gradually comes to an end as my balls are emptied into my underpants and I struggle for breath. She smiles broadly at me and I tell Her “oh Miss, Wanker loves you, Girlie-Goddess makes all my dreams cum true”.
She goes to get Herself a coffee and sits back down at my laptop. She’ll spend half an hour or so looking at more worship videos and worship sheets, and then finally She gets the pages of my worship sheets with blank speech bubbles and starts to write in them. I won’t be allowed to see what She’s put until I get home, but I’ve got a good idea. She ALWAYS writes the loveliest things, sometimes almost enough to make me spunk my pants if I hadn’t already done that twice today.
It will be a few months before I see Her again, but the next few weeks will be Wanker blissfully watching the video of the Session and editing it to make dozens and dozens of clips with narrative added. I’ll take stills of Her poses from the video and reviewing those will cause a lot of pants-spunking over the next couple of weeks, and I’ll turn those photos into worship sheets to send Her each time She makes me do it.
I’ll do a full review of the Session and make worship videos to send Her. Also an email to thank Her so much and tell Her how wonderful it was, which She’ll reply to so nicely. I’ll complete a Certificate for the Session incorporating Her Assessment – ‘did Wanker cum in his pants watching you?’ – tick! Over the next few months, along with all my other worship material I send Her, I’ll do several stories and worship sheets about the Session, obsessively it has to be said, but at least nowadays it’s accepted that I’ll do far more worship material than She’ll ever be able to read, but it’s enough to know that She will read, and comment on, some of it. I love girl-worship, and never as much before as with Her.
This story is fantasy but it is true that everything depicted has happened for real – just not all with Her.
I’m in my ‘dirty’ mac, which nowadays I leave open, with my wank-trousers underneath with a few discreet crusty spunk-stains on them. I don’t even take my flat cap off, and I do look every inch the pervert mac-wanking dirty old man. My nerves have been jangling all week and now are at fever pitch. What if I’ve got it wrong and She’ll arrive and say “sorry Graham, we’re not going to do this”, and show me the door?
I mean, She is just beautiful, adored by many, why on earth would She want to allow a disgusting old perv like me to look at Her, let alone show Her all his utterly pervy worship material? I’ve sent Her the usual masses of it this month, going more and more over the top with the perviness of it, surely She’ll say “it’s all too much Graham, I don’t want to see all this pervy stuff you keep sending me”.
For the last week I’ve been doing something I never do at any other time, and that is rubbing myself looking at Her photos and videos and the copies of worship material I’ve sent Her, but not going all the way. At my age I have to be sure I’m going to be able to ‘do it’ today, and I’ve taken all the right pills too. So I’m a mixture of enormous excitement that I’m going to be seeing Her and showing Her all the stuff on my laptop about Her, and tremendous nerves that it’s all going to go wrong.
I hear Her arrive and my heart is pounding, my hands sweaty and I’m shaking so much with nervousness that I can hardly stand up straight. I hear Her voice, talking to Her photographer whose studio this is, and then suddenly the door’s open and She’s in the studio, big lovely smile making me melt and my nerves evaporate. Oh, does She look lovely! She rarely poses in jeans for Her site but does She look fabulous in them, such a leggy Goddess, and Her top is loose but still shows Her figure.
She can see I’m in a bit of a state but as always She makes me feel at ease very quickly – after all, this is the 10th or 11th time I’ve seen Her, and things have developed over those years to the extent that I can now properly talk to Her, as well as do things during the Session that I’d never dreamed possible before.
“Hi Graham! How are you?!” I mumble my reply but after a few minutes I’m able to talk normally, as soon as I’ve settled down and realised that, like every previous time, She’s happy to be here and She knows what it means to me and like always She’ll make sure I have a lovely time. She knows that worshipping Her is my life, and though She sees me only a couple of times a year, and will respond once to my every 4 or 5 emails, for me She’s on my mind every minute of every day. It’s only Her I’m looking at when I go into ecstasy – I do look at other pics of course, as I’ve done all my life, but I’m dedicated to Her now.
She starts to look at the worship sheets I’ve brought Her, before She’s changed, and that’s because She will change into the outfit that’s featured in the worship sheets. (She knows which outfit it is because I sent Her before the Session the worship sheets I originally did after I spunked my pants on some of the pics in the set). She laughs as She reads it, because She can see I’ve pasted Her photos into this studio, and added the cartoon of me watching Her pose. I tell Her I’ve done a GIF for the last page of the worship sheet and it’s on my laptop.
I’ve already got an erection poking out the front of my wank-trousers and I’m embarrassed about it, as it takes me a bit longer to relax about that, but She doesn’t bat an eyelid. The GIF is obvious right in the middle of the desktop and She clicks on it. Up comes the photo of Her doing a lovely pose in the outfit, pasted into the photo of the studio which is almost exactly where She’s standing now.
It runs in a loop, Her smiling and posing, me gawping and a stream of cum running out the front of my trousers, with captions popping up – ‘oh spunk queen’ the wanker says, She says ‘you’re such a wanker Graham’, and this repeats and repeats while She laughs a lot. She shuts it down and turns to go and change, not even needing to ask me which outfit – the worship sheet tells Her exactly what I dream will happen today, like it has done every previous time, and She always makes my dream cum true.
Seeing Her watch the GIF, seeing what it shows Her and the photo of Her included, has worked me up a lot and I can feel my knob bobbing up and down gently in my pants, with a damp patch at the tip, and a sort of slightly urgent burning sensation in the tip – but I can’t think I’m that close yet? Nothing prepares me for what happens next though.
She walks back into the studio in that short black pleated skirt, so short I can see Her stocking-tops, and a breathtaking low-cut top. I hear this groaning noise and I’m overcum with ecstasy and I realise it’s me making the noises, like an out-of-body experience. I usually try to be a bit discreet when I’m doing it in my pants in front of Her so as not to be too pervy, but I’ve got no control and I’m contorting as the shots of spunk go into my underpants.
As soon as I started to ejaculate, She raised Her skirt right up, giving me a full view of Her stocking-tops, suspenders and knickers, and Her lovely legginess every inch of the way from Her sex-queen high-heels to Her knix. How lovely of Her to make sure my ejaculation was a lovely as possible.
I’m subsiding and I can see a long streak of cum down the front of my trousers, and She can see it too. “Well Graham, that didn’t take long did it?! Wow! I guess you were looking forward to seeing me!”
“Sorry Miss,” I’m usually apologetic, just a nervous reaction, and She is having none of it.
“Don’t be silly Graham, I know that’s what you want and I just wanted to make sure it was nice for you!”
She walks up to my laptop and turns to me to say “you need to get out of those wet trousers and underpants, did you bring a change?”
“No Miss, I want to enjoy the wetness for a bit if that’s ok”.
“Fine, if that’s what you want. I just thought it would be a bit uncomfortable that’s all.”
I feel brave enough now to talk a bit pervy – “I love having wet pants after you’ve made me do it in them Miss!” She makes such a lovely expression, of understanding and kindness, laughs and turns back to the laptop.
For the next hour, She trawls through it, watching a few worship videos, looking at worship sheets, and pics of Hers in my ‘pics that made me spunk my pants’ folder. She laughs and comments all the time, and takes the opportunity to call me a wanker several times, as well as joking about how often She makes me cum in my pants. These two hours of worship in person are just heaven for me. To be in Her presence, see Her wearing a favourite outfit, standing a few feet from Her with a big wet patch of spunk on the front of my trousers, that’s the pinnacle of worship for me.
Then She looks up and says “shall I do some poses? Would you like to see some poses Graham?” I nod enthusiastically. Originally, the purpose of the studio session was ostensibly to take photos, with a bit of a review of my laptop and Her reading my printed worship sheets. Over the years that’s developed into a fully-fledged Worship Session, and now there’s no expectation for me to actually take photos – I obviously want photos of Her posing in the outfit, but I can get them from the HD video. I’m allowed to just watch Her pose – and a bit more.
She knows what I want to do seeing Her pose, and the last few times I’ve felt able to. It’s not the first time I’ve mac-wanked in front of a girl of course – I did that many times with Miss Melanie, including the wet patch, lots of moans and convulsions, the lot. She sits in a chair and starts to do poses, breathtaking lovely poses, so leggy and curvy, and soon I’m in high gear, leaving my mac open but hand through the hole in the pocket, just to underline that I am a pervert mac-wanker through and through.
She smiles as She poses, and talks to me, about being a wanker, about how I worship Her, how She knows She makes me cum in my pants – it’s lovely beyond belief, and I moan non-stop as I rub myself in front of Her, jerking arm flapping my mac and hand forcing the front of my wank-trousers in and out – they are baggy as well as absorbent for precisely this function – to allow easy mac-wanking and show the wet patch instantly when I ejaculate.
I’m slowing down now and going “oh oh oh oh oh” non-stop and She does a mind-boggling pose. My whole head and shoulders jerk forward and I give a loud ‘yelp’ as She makes me start to spunk my pants, the first big gob of spunk exiting the slit in my tip and cumming straight through my still-damp trousers. I’ve pulled my trousers to one side so I can make a whole new wet patch alongside the existing one.
How I moan as knobby squeezes several shots of spunk through the material of my wank-trousers, the glistening mounds of spunk welling up and then soaking back into the absorbent material. My nodding and crumpling gradually comes to an end as my balls are emptied into my underpants and I struggle for breath. She smiles broadly at me and I tell Her “oh Miss, Wanker loves you, Girlie-Goddess makes all my dreams cum true”.
She goes to get Herself a coffee and sits back down at my laptop. She’ll spend half an hour or so looking at more worship videos and worship sheets, and then finally She gets the pages of my worship sheets with blank speech bubbles and starts to write in them. I won’t be allowed to see what She’s put until I get home, but I’ve got a good idea. She ALWAYS writes the loveliest things, sometimes almost enough to make me spunk my pants if I hadn’t already done that twice today.
It will be a few months before I see Her again, but the next few weeks will be Wanker blissfully watching the video of the Session and editing it to make dozens and dozens of clips with narrative added. I’ll take stills of Her poses from the video and reviewing those will cause a lot of pants-spunking over the next couple of weeks, and I’ll turn those photos into worship sheets to send Her each time She makes me do it.
I’ll do a full review of the Session and make worship videos to send Her. Also an email to thank Her so much and tell Her how wonderful it was, which She’ll reply to so nicely. I’ll complete a Certificate for the Session incorporating Her Assessment – ‘did Wanker cum in his pants watching you?’ – tick! Over the next few months, along with all my other worship material I send Her, I’ll do several stories and worship sheets about the Session, obsessively it has to be said, but at least nowadays it’s accepted that I’ll do far more worship material than She’ll ever be able to read, but it’s enough to know that She will read, and comment on, some of it. I love girl-worship, and never as much before as with Her.
This story is fantasy but it is true that everything depicted has happened for real – just not all with Her.
Elle
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