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?Talking Dirty? at Worship SessionsRemember ?0898? numbers? That was the first time I could really talk to girls, ladies. I mean, you can?t go up to the girls you?re obsessed with at work and say, even really nice things, like ?I think you?re beautiful Miss, you have such a lovely figure, you wear such nice things?, cause they?d think straightaway you?re weird. Any normal guy might pay a compliment, but using more ?normal? language ? let?s have a go ? ?wow, looking great today babe?, or something like that. Thing is, I?m obsessed with Her and She thinks I?m a bit weird anyway ? always tongue-tied and timid in Her presence, can?t take my eyes off Her tight top or short skirt. Never mind saying nice things, there?s no way I could have said to Her ?you?re a Girlie-Goddess beautiful Miss, you make me cum in my pants just looking?. How I would have loved to say that though. And that was the thing with the sex-lines. Obviously I didn?t know what She looked like, but I could talk about my life as a perv, usually starting off with ?I?m a double-u eh en key ee are?, and usually She?d pause for a minute and then say ?a wanker??, and I?d say ?yes?, and She?d say ?why didn?t you just say that then?? and I?d explain that I didn?t want to be offensive, but then go on to tell Her how just looking at photos made me cum in my pants, I was just a wanker, that?s all I did, etc.I?d no idea back then that one day I would be able to have those conversations with a girl in person (and over the phone too as I was allowed one phone-call after each Worship Session). It was never easy talking to Her at Worship Sessions, even after 6 or 7 years of worship ? I was always nervous of saying the wrong thing, even after hearing how She talked to me. I did let go quite a bit as She was starting to make me cum in my pants, my excitement loosening my inhibitions, though I often had to apologise afterwards, fearing that I?d gone too far ? ridiculous really, when you hear the way She talked to me or about me on the videos She did for me. There were only three Goddesses I was ever able to ?talk dirty? with at Worship Sessions. Admittedly Miss Leigh on two occasions had another Goddess at the Session, giving me the unparalleled delight of hearing them talk about me as they looked at the utterly pervy stuff on my laptop, including the video of my wank-room with 1000s of dirty mags, many of them stuffed with toilet paper till they were 4 or 5 times their original thickness. Hearing a Goddess tell another Goddess that I was a pathetic wanker was just lovely.It was altogether much easier to use my worship sheets to spell out in graphic detail how I worshipped them, my wank-orgies, pants-spunking and so on. Miss Danica always said She liked my worship sheets, with the cartoon of me ogling Her and spunking my pants, but I was never brave enough to have sexy conversations with Her when I was in Her presence. With Miss Melanie, although for Her it was a strictly commercial arrangement, my worship was much more up front, simply because the first time I saw Her things developed in a way I?d not envisaged ? driven entirely by Her of course ? and I was taken completely by surprise and totally unable to hide it when She made me spunk my pants in front of Her. That opened the door to years of worship-in-person that was beyond my wildest dreams. At the height of Worship Sessions with Her, I?d stand there with my mac open, my spunk-stained wank-trousers with a big bulge in them which I adjusted so the bulge was pointing to a relatively clean bit of my trousers, while She put on Her ?stocking-tops? show. As my excitement built, I?d get more illegal bahis and more pathetic ? ?oh Miss, I can see all your stocking-tops and legginess, I?m getting funny feelings in my willy, oh dear, not going to be able to hold it Miss, ohhh....? then as She had me on the verge, I could only moan, and She?d be saying ?you?re a pathetic wanker Graham, it doesn?t take much to make you cum in your pants does it?! Just a bit of stocking-tops and you?re there, ogling and making a mess of your pants, you big wanker!?Obviously hearing those lovely words made me instantly bend double and groan as I pumped 7 or 8 shots of spunk through the front of my trousers, sometimes She?d laugh, despite trying not to, or maybe pull a face like ?how pathetic?. I loved the way She mocked me, how derisory She could be as I was helplessly ejaculating into my trousers right in front of Her, and while sometimes I?d say things like ?sorry Miss, couldn?t hold it?, other times I wanted to keep the conversation going, like ?oh dear, I?ve wet myself, with spunk, you made me Miss?. She might then reply ?god, look at the state of you Graham! You?ve made a right mess in your trousers, you sad useless wanker. Most of the guys I see know what to do with their dicks but all you do is cum in your pants, don?t you?! Pathetic wanker!?I?d of course just respond pathetically ?yes Miss, sorry Miss?. I loved the humiliation of standing there with my big wet patch, the whole ?I?ve wet myself? bit underlining my lack of control when I see a girl show. The idea that I can just look at a girl showing and go into ecstasy hands-free is something I?ll never get over, and I love girls to know, specially those girls that then show their disdain ? unfortunately, most of the girls I worshipped, apart from Miss Melanie and Miss Leigh, were too kind to be that ?nasty? (nasty but nice, that is). I don?t think I realised at first that girls could make me spunk my pants completely hands-free until I saw Miss Vicky dance when I was 19. By then of course I?d cum in my pants many times, whether looking at pics or seeing sexy girls at school and at work, but most of the time because they were snatched opportunities, I couldn?t afford to just let things take their course, because the view I was getting could stop just like that and leave me high and dry, so I?d always used some ?assistance?. With my mags of course, I was viewing them in private so there was no need to wait, just get knobby out and plonk it on the photo, whatever wanking there?d been before that, once plonked spunking took place in seconds, leaving a nice stain on the photo to enjoy the next time I looked. With Miss Vicky I?d found myself in a place I didn?t realise I was going to be, having gone on a works outing for some bloke who was leaving, and too timid to refuse the order to attend. That event stands out in my mind so much, partly because it was the first genuine completely hands-free pants-spunk, partly because I was mostly desperate for it not to happen as I was sitting round a table with all these guys from work, worldly-wise, with wives or girlfriends, and I was sure that, as Miss Vicky danced and was causing the spunk to inexorably rise from under my balls and up my erect shaft, everyone would see and I?d suddenly be the focus of attention ? I imagined the following nightmare scenario:I?m hypnotised by the girl dancing on stage in Her bikini. Suddenly I?m starting to convulse and moan. The guy next to me jumps up and says to his workmates ? ?he?s only cumming in his pants, what a fucking wanker!? All the other blokes from work jump up, and they?re pointing at me as illegal bahis siteleri I go into contortions in my seat, my penis pumping violently into my underpants. One of the guys draws the attention of people at the next table ? ?look at this fucking wanker cumming in his pants watching that girl dancing ? She?s only in a bikini!? and the people at the next table all get to their feet and they?re pointing at the helpless wanker filling his pants, and they tell the people on the next table, who tell the table next to them, suddenly the music stops and the lights go up and everyone?s seeing what?s happening to me, then of course they?re telling Miss Vicky ?that pervert?s cum in his pants watching you!? (that bit I love of course) and Miss Vicky storms off in disgust. I then have to run the gauntlet of all the men in the club as I try to leave with a huge wet patch on the front of my trousers.Obviously that?s not what happened, no-one notices and I manage to leave without anyone noticing, but I guess from then on was my desire to cum in my pants in front of a girl ? but it didn?t happen till over 20 years later. The thing is, ?talking dirty? was and is a big part of a girl making me cum in my pants ? not only can I see Her showing enough to make me do it, but She?s talking about what She makes me do, and I can talk back, depending on who it is. That experience didn?t change things particularly ? if I got a ?lucky view? I had to be quick and cum in my pants while She was still in sight, and with my mags in my room, I couldn?t sit and wait for it to happen, I wanted to spunk asap, and anyway I love rubbing when I look at a girl. It felt lovely and dirty ? I know nowadays it?s all supposed to be ok and normal (though I guess not if wanking or pants-spunking is all you do, like me) ? but back then it was ?self-abuse?, you were supposed to feel guilty and that?s what I loved. It wasn?t until Miss Melanie and that first, out-of-control pants-spunk right in front of Her, that I knew that there would be situations ? oh joy! ? when a girl would make me and there?s was nothing I could do about it, it would just happen and I couldn?t hold it. Being able to talk dirty at the same time ? like on the 0898 numbers - would be part of that, telling Her about what happens when I look at photos or something like that, making my confession, feeling the spunk rising then waves of ecstasy washing over me, maybe even telling Her I?m spunking my pants. There was also the time I first looked at newly-bought mags parked up, and, obviously unable to touch myself, just looking gave me a completely hands-free pants-spunk ? that still happens nowadays looking at pics on my screen. What joy then to tell Miss Danica that?s what Her photos made me do ? once just seeing Her on the cover of a mag in the shop before I?d even bought it! Telling Her that gave me enormous excitement and sex pleasure. With Miss Melanie and Miss Leigh I was able to use videos of myself to show them explicitly what they made me do, Miss Leigh could see them on my laptop and Miss Melanie I?d take them along to Worship Sessions so She could play them on Her TV and I could then film Her, and Her reaction as She saw my willy spurting spunk over Her photos. Both Goddesses, and one other I haven?t talked about so far, did videos for me where they talked openly about what a wanker I was. I also have on video all the things they said to me at Worship Sessions, and what I said too of course. With my No.1 Spunk Queen, the wind-up was a key part of Her giving me the pants-spunk pleasure She knew I craved. It?s difficult to believe that She deliberately canlı bahis siteleri set out to make me cum in my pants at Worship Sessions, and if I didn?t have it all on videos, I probably wouldn?t believe it now. There She was, sitting in front of my laptop looking at my worship folders of Her, wearing a skirt so short I could see Her stocking-tops, and a low-cut top too. She knew from the worship sheets I?d given Her that a particular set was one of my favourites, so She goes to the folder for that set. It contains all the photos and the video that accompanies the set (if She did one), plus all my worship material, documentation of the number of pants-spunks, after how many pics, and so on. She clicks on a worship sheet, and as it appears on screen, She says ?that?s the one you like!? I reply, ?yes, made me do it 6 times on that set Miss!??Six times!? She says in amazement. ?That?s one of your favourites then!??I?ll be going back to that Miss? I tell Her, and She laughs a lot ? She knows that some of Her pics make me spunk my pants twice, three times or even more. She clicks on the next worship sheet, and I tell Her ? ?oh yes, I only managed the first pic the first time!?She chuckles ? ?just one pic, and that was it?! In your pants!!? laughing loudly. Then She partially reads from the worship sheet, adding Her own words too ? ?he?s done it in his pants already! Such a wanker Graham!? She turns to me as She says it, laughing, and you can hear on the video a funny noise coming from me ? I?m seriously excited and worked up, stiff knob urgently throbbing and leaking pre-cum.She sees something else on the worship sheet and paraphrases it ? ?spunk spunk spunk! Graham spunking in his pants!? and turns to me, laughing some more. Another strangled noise from me.She clicks on the next worship sheet, and without turning to me, asks ?is that the picture, where you did it.....??This is obviously where She makes me pants-spunk - I?m not in view, all you can hear is me trying to answer Her ? ?that?s one of them Miss?, but in a strangled, croaky voice. She must have heard though and realised I was doing it in my pants at that moment. She doesn?t turn around for a couple of minutes, but when She does She?s asking if I?d like to see some poses. That?s probably the bravest I got when it comes to talking to Her. There are a couple of other moments in that Worship Session where I speak a bit more openly that I?d done before, but listening to all of what She said on the video of the Session, it?s mind-boggling. A lot of it is Her comments on my worship sheets and videos, as well as responding to the commentary on my worship videos (in a woman?s voice) with words of Her own. At another point She says, in response to the worship video commentary ? ?I know I make Graham cum in his pants!? and turns to me and laughs. Later She says ?messing your pants Graham, messing your pants!? I reply ?couldn?t help it Miss?, and She says ?you just can?t hold back?, with more laughter. All the things She said and wrote, in emails, posts and speech bubbles on my worship sheets ? once calling me ?you big wanker Graham? - cause endless sex pleasure and knob-rubbing, but to hear Her say those things when I was in Her presence was the ultimate ? specially when She made me spunk my pants with what She said and what She showed. She repeats what the narrator says, but personalising it ? ?so I?m the spunk queen, you?re the wanker?!? ?Yes Miss?, I reply. Hearing more of the commentary, She turns to me and says ?did you bring a change of underpants?!? laughing a lot. She was showing me I guess that She knew She would, or already had, made me spunk in them. As if to prove the point, She says to me - ?I?ve made you wet your pants Graham, I?ve made you wet your pants!? She certainly did, many, many times ? and I made sure I told Her all about it each time. Heaven, pure heaven.