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Worship Sessions with Miss MelanieWhen I first met Her, She called Herself Lisa – this is the story of nearly 7 years of worship.I thought it’s about time I told the full story of these. ‘Worship Sessions’ are where a wanker who worships a Girlie-Goddess (in my case a girl who poses) is allowed into the presence of his Goddess to present worship sheets, worship videos, poems, stories, and any other worship material that he does for Her. This is pre Internet so everything is hand-written or typed. Depending on the Goddess, he gets to take pics and/or watch Her pose, and cum in his pants discreetly or openly. With me, it’s the perv pleasure I get from showing Her how pervily I worship Her, and to actually see Her reading my worship sheets and magazines I’ve done of Her pics, full of toilet paper, spunk stains and pervy captions and cartoons, to see Her pulling off the tissue to see the pic underneath I’ve spunked on, to hear Her laugh at my captions and pervy antics. With Miss Melanie, who was the first Goddess I was allowed to worship personally, She already had 3 packs of pics for me when I arrived, and while I only watched Her actually pose the first two times, I did get to see Her sit ‘carelessly’, twice She put on a ‘stocking-tops show’ for me, and 6 times I saw Her raise Her skirt to Her knix. Every time I openly spunked my pants in front of Her. One of those was when She stood in front of a mirror with Her back to me, lifted Her skirt past Her stocking-tops right up to Her knix so I could see in the mirror, and said “I love to pose”, and made me erupt into my underpants, unable to stifle a whimper which caused Her to turn round and laugh. In the age of the Internet, worship starts online, i.e. worshipping at a distance, and my hope was that I would be allowed into Her presence, which happened with three Goddesses. With Miss Melanie, I went to see Her in Her studio, so it was actually the other way round – after Worship Sessions I’d send Her more material by post, as well as bring it with me to Worship Sessions. A bit of background – the first 2 or 3 Worship Sessions were in the studio, called Terri’s Glamourworld, run by the man who was later to become Her husband. I guess the studio didn’t work out cause all the later Sessions were at Her homes (She moved several times over the 6 or 7 years I worshipped Her). The next few Sessions were at his house with his then-wife, and Miss Melanie (She called Herself Lisa then) was staying there for some reason. It turned out they were ‘having it off’ – I think that’s the correct expression – and my Worship Sessions gave them the opportunity to ‘do it’, so I was allowed only 5 or 10 minutes to pick up my 3 packs of photos, hand Her my worship sheets and I was shown the door. I’d then sit in my van ogling my new pics until She made me spunk my pants. It’s odd to think that presumably he was in düzce escort ecstasy inside Her (I know about these things now with the Internet) while I was in ecstasy outside a few feet away looking at Her raised-skirt, knicker-show pics. Once he’d left his wife and they were together, I was allowed a full 20 or 30 minutes on a regular basis. I asked for Worship Sessions as often as I could afford, but they were expensive and I always struggled to raise the cash. She kept putting the price up too. But for me they were divine, the pinnacle of girl-worship to be able to worship personally, and I would have paid whatever if I could afford it. At that first meeting She’d sold me pics of Herself She had in stock, apart from the nude ones. She was then 19, but very experienced as an escort, and She’d done a lot of nude posing too, for more than one man. I guess She was used to the fact that most men wanted to ‘do stuff’ to Her, and She didn’t really understand why I just wanted photos and to look. One time I phoned her and She turned to Her husband, who did all the photos, saying I was on the phone about my pics She was going to do, but hadn’t yet – “it’s Graham! Graham? Weird guy? Pictures?”A couple of times She’d implied that I might like more, which made me extremely nervous, but fortunately She soon dropped that when She saw that, month in month out, year in year out, I was more than happy to buy Her miniskirt knicker-show pics and be in Her presence while She read my worship sheets out loud and I ogled Her and Her pics. Happy, and in ecstasy wetting my pants in front of Her.Because I could only afford a Session every few months, I was always in a hell of a state in the week leading up to one. I used the opportunity to phone Her before the Session to ask for the pics I’d like, which outfits etc, and because I couldn’t really talk to Her when I was there, through nervousness, I enjoyed talking a bit more naughty on the phone. I was also allowed a proper phone call after each Session where we would talk about the Session and Her pics and how much I was loving them. I’d have my knob plonked on Her new photos, already pasted into my mags of Her pics, and as She talked I’d spurt spunk on Her pics and She could hear the ‘splat!’ as the spunk hit the pics. I also filmed that to show Her at Worship Sessions or send the tape to Her. On the day I was all nerves, hardly able to do anything right. I’d check again and again that I had all the worship sheets to take, and once I’d got a camcorder to record the Sessions, that I had the lead and so on, and the tape was in and working properly (I cocked up one time and the tape wasn’t in right so there was no audio). She might have thought I was weird but She was always very nice when I arrived, calming my nerves and helping me to relax. She set up their video camera one time but I stood in the wrong escort düzce place so it didn’t record me pants-spunking, but after that I took my video, which I held for a bit, then plonked on a table or whatever. Then I got a tripod and I could leave it to record while I concentrated on Her pics and Her, and enjoy doing it in my pants in front of Her. There were 6 occasions when She raised Her skirt to Her knix, including the very first time. It wasn’t that She was bothered about what She showed – She posed nude for other men, sometimes several of them, after all – but She knew I didn’t need to see that much. This was the only time I’d ever seen raised-skirt for real, apart from in my magazines and the very rare lucky view. Two occasions were when I was to spunk over Her pics in Her presence, and She skirt-raised to ensure quick and plentiful ejaculation. The first time I had Her mags in my case with the lid up so She didn’t see my penis in action, but the second time I spread Her new pics on some newspaper, then opened my mac where I had just trouser legs held up by string, like suspenders, pulled my foreskin back and waited a few seconds till knobby spurted over Her pics all by itself – She saw that alright. The other time She’d been kneeling on Her bed showing stocking-tops, and I said to Her “that’s a lovely short skirt Miss,” and She said “mmm, very short”, and I said “making me want to do it in my pants”, and She was just saying “go on then!” as I crumpled and started to put a wet patch on my trousers in front of Her, and She kneeled upright and raised Her skirt and started straightening Her stockings, raising Her skirt even more so Her knix came into view. I don’t know if it was deliberate or just without thinking, but it was the loveliest thing, when She’d already started to make me spunk in my pants and then did a knicker-show in the middle of it!In the week or so before the Session I’d have wank orgies over Her pics and videos and stop short of cumming, so when I went to see Her I would put the biggest wet patch I could on the front of my trousers, to show Her what a perv I was and how I worshipped Her. Most of the time though She’d sit ‘carelessly’, Her stocking-tops on show while She read out from my worship sheets or stories, or peeled the toilet paper back in the magazines I make of Her pics to see which one made me spunk and the pervy captions and cartoons I’ve put there. I’d have Her new pics and slowly look through them, standing in front of Her with my mac open and prong upright and bobbing gently. It’s such a lovely feeling, looking at a girl’s pics while She’s sitting there in the same outfit, showing stocking-tops! I see Her reading my pervy writing all about Her, using lots of words like ‘spunk queen’ and ‘wanker’ and ‘spunking his pants’. I’m loving Her new photos and the prong in my stained wank-trousers is düzce escort bayan leaking, and as the Session progresses and I get more and more worked up, She can see the damp patch at the tip of the prong. Then She’ll see my head start to nod, I’m quivering all over as knobby leaks a stream of pre-cum and then my knees dip and I shudder, head nodding up and down quite violently as She makes me spunk my pants, going “oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” as a big wet patch appears on my wank-trousers and spreads across them, adding another stain to the crusty brown stains already there (caused mostly by Her). I hear Her call me a wanker several times during the Worship Session.On one occasion She sees a big gob of spunk welling up through the front of my wank-trousers and threatening to drop on the floor, and She says “mind my carpet!” Fortunately I had one of Her new pics underneath and I was able to catch the spunk with that – staining it in the process in front of Her!She seems happy to then get rid of me quickly, helping to cram everything back into my case – which She always opens and looks into when I arrive – and show me the door. I guess a lot of the time She’s a bit bored with it, though She often laughs at what I’ve written, whether stories or captions in the magazines I make up of Her pics. Afterwards I’ll send Her a story about the Session and what happened, and worship sheets using the new pics with cartoons of me added, showing the moment She made me spunk my pants during the Session. I’m also allowed a phone-call after the Session, and I love these because I find it so much easier to talk to Her then, and tell Her how lovely the Session was, how lovely the new pics are and how many times I’ve spunked over them or in my pants looking at them already. She laughs a lot throughout, specially hearing the moment She makes me spunk, my willy pressed on Her pics and a big spraying over the photos making lots of ‘splats!’ while I moan in perv abandonment. She calls me a wanker several times during the call, which I love. She did 6 videos for me which I would collect at the Worship Session with Her new pics. During the video She would show a lot, not just stocking-tops but knickers too, sometimes dancing but always blatantly showing, which I rarely saw Her do at the Sessions. She also talked to me a lot on the videos, saying stuff like “you’re a very big wanker Graham, and I mean a big wanker!” “Get a good look you wanker!” as She raised Her skirt right up to Her knix. The videos were lovely and when computers came along I was able to digitise them all, as well as extract the audio so when I did worship videos, I could add Her voice calling me a wanker. Unfortunately Her price kept going up, and it wasn’t that I objected paying – I wanted to live the dream forever – but I simply ran out of money, and that was a very difficult time, credit cards maxed out and so on. It meant I couldn’t see Her any more, and She wasn’t going to reduce the price – why should She, for a disgusting old perv like me? It was to be many years before the opportunity came again to worship in person.

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