The 1st Era of Worship. Wanker Graham is allowed to see stocking-tops. She winds him up first, giving him 3 packs of Her knicker-show pics, then reading his made-up magazine of Her photos with all his pervy captions and cartoons, all the spunk stains and peeling off the toilet paper crammed in the mags to see what's underneath, saying sexy things all the while.

The stocking-tops show is the climax of the Worship Session. She can't help laughing to Herself as She sees him go into a trance as She eases Her skirt up. He loves to hear Her laugh as She has him on the verge and he can't help whimpering as he feels the spunk rising, pulsating penis upright in his heavily stained wank-trousers.

As She slides Her skirt up further, She laughs even more as he moans and a damp patch begins to appear at the tip of the bulge. What sight is more pathetic than a girl-worshipping pervert in his dirty rainmac with that stupid gob-smacked expression on his face as he gawps at Her legginesss, breathing heavily as She displays more and more loveliness, then the beginnings of Her stocking-tops.

His moan turns into a groan as She raises Her skirt past Her stocking-tops and a long stream of cum runs from his tip, glistening mounds of cum welling up through the absorbent material of his baggy trousers and soaking back in. (Baggy to allow rapid movements of his hand if required, absorbent so when he's ogling a Goddess and She's making him spunk his pants She'll see it instantly soak through)

She sees his knob bobbing up and down as it pumps cum, and his head nodding up and down in time, his pathetic cries of perv ecstasy with each shot of spunk. She can't help laughing at him.

Then he's subsiding as She laughs "it doesn't take much to make you cum in your pants, does it?!"

"No Miss. You make me so easily Miss."

He looks down at his large wet patch. "You made me wet my trousers and pants Miss."

"You don't say!" She laughs.

It's time to pay the fee for the Session - £250. It was a lot of money back in the early 90s - you'd buy a lot of dirty mags for that. But that's the point. He only gets to see girls show in his magazines, until Miss Melanie that is.

Up till then the only way he saw girls for real was when he got lucky views - out his window, in the works canteen, the girls in the offices and the lovely things they sometimes wore. And even then, how often did he see stocking-tops, let alone knickers? Only in his magazines apart from a few very lucky occasions.

He never gave much thought to how the pictures of girls scantily dressed got to the magazines. Did the photographer set up the camera and leave the room so the girl could lift Her skirt to show Her stocking-tops and knickers?

What about the photos he'd seen in Escort magazine where a clump of balding middle-aged amateurs took photos of the girls who appeared in the magazines? Miss Donna, Miss Debbie, Miss Judy - did they know those men were there? Or was there somehow a one-way mirror so the girls would be happy to wear something revealing and the men on the other side, unseen, could take all the photos they wanted, needed, for their later perv pleasure?

When he'd first bought photos - ‘spare' photos - at Her studio, a dream of his to find those for a long time, he'd seen some where She wasn't wearing anything at all. She actually showed them to him as he was selecting the ones to buy. He didn't look at them of course, certainly not buy any, but he couldn't help wondering how She could have had a photo taken of Her wearing nothing without the man with the camera seeing? There must be a way he supposed, and didn't give it much more thought.

It wasn't until Her photographer split with his wife, and he and Miss Melanie moved into somewhere else, that Mrs Johnson told Graham what Miss Melanie ‘got up to'. Apparently Miss Melanie did take all Her clothes off while a man was there, and he would get his penis out even though She would see it. Graham didn't really understand what Mrs Johnson was saying happened next, probably didn't really want to but from what Mrs Johnson said, it involved the man putting his penis into Her, the purpose of which Graham didn't comprehend.

I mean, the man would eventually want to do what happened to Graham's penis when he looked at girls, all men would, wouldn't they? But whereas when Graham did it it went in his pants or over a photo, how would the man do it? Would Miss Melanie see it? Mrs Johnson shook Her head in disbelief. This Graham was some moron - didn't he know anything?!

Presumably the man would take it out and pull his pants up? Or maybe just do it on the floor. And that wasn't all. Mrs Johnson explained that it wasn't just one man, but many. It was Miss Melanie's job. Graham was getting quite alarmed. What if Miss Melanie told him he had to do what the other men did, whatever that was?

Graham wouldn't know what to do, and he'd be limp with terror. He couldn't believe that Miss Melanie would be the slightest bit interested in a disgusting pervert in his dirty mac, but what if She wasn't at all squeamish? What if She decided to do it for a laugh, to see the embarrassment and terror on Graham's face when She told him he had to ‘do stuff'?

Once he'd calmed down and had time to think about it, he realised this could be a good thing. He loved the thought of Miss Melanie knowing he didn't, couldn't ‘do stuff', and didn't even want to. That he'd run a mile if She even suggested it. She probably did know of course, he reflected - how many times had She seen him spunk in his pants just seeing Her stocking-tops? Of course She would know he was just a perv who only did it to himself, it would be absolutely obvious to Her.

The other thing was, if She'd seen men's willies, and maybe even seen spunk cumming out of them, could one of his dreams cum true? Could he show Her his videos of him cumming over Her photos? Would She mind that?

Even better, could he paste Her new photos into his made-up magazine at the next Worship Session and spunk over them right in front of Her?! Wouldn't that be fabulous?! AND, wear his special trouser-legs, held up by a belt, with his knob and balls all exposed, so he could open his mac and point his stiff willy at Her magazine of photos and spunk all over them while She watched?

Then it all sounded a bit incredulous - She's not going to want to see him do all that surely? Disgusting pervert just for having the idea. But then She said it would be no problem (he could only ask for things like that via his worship sheets sent to Her or in his phone call he was allowed after each Worship Session).

Surely he'd be too nervous he thought, and willy wouldn't perform, but in the event he was so excited at the prospect, knowing now what Miss Melanie did with some men, that he put on his trouser legs and set off for the Worship Session, buzzing with excitement - dreams cum true time!

Soon the photos were pasted in the magazines, two of them placed on the bed while he opened his mac. She couldn't help bursting out laughing as She saw he was obviously erect but the length was as if he wasn't. Her laughter just added to his excitement and then She began to raise Her skirt and talk to him.

He pointed willy at the mags and pulled his foreskin back, and several spurts of cum shot over the mags. Dream cum true! Ecstasy!! She wasn't laughing now and could it be that She enjoyed that? A lot more than seeing him do it in his pants as She had done so often?

It was many years later, long after he'd had to stop worshipping Her as he was near bankrupt, that he saw Her escort website. To begin with all the wording meant nothing to him, and he had to start deciphering it using the new Google.

When She said "O without" was one of Her services, he was wracking his brains as to what that could possible mean. ‘Outdoors without clothes'? What would be the point of that? ‘Full body massage'? He knew what a massage was, but wasn't that just what was in those old Bond films?

‘Cum twice' - well he knew of course what that was, and had always wanted to do that in front of Miss Melanie but he shot so much cum the first time that it would take him hours to fill his balls again. Some of the webpage was too off-putting to read, when words like ‘penetration' appeared. Was that to do with tattoos or something?

‘Hand relief'? What on earth was that all about? Why would anyone need their hand relieving? A hand massage maybe. Anyhow, as his finances were in much better order now, and he missed Her so much - just as well he'd got all Her photos and the videos of Worship Sessions plus what he did to Her pics - he sent an email.

Unfortunately there was no response.

He owes Her so much. Yes, it happened by accident, but She introduced him to worship-in-person, and that's something he can still enjoy to this day, whenever he can afford it. There might be months in between Sessions, during which the only way he gets to see girls show is in his magazines. He doesn't go out in his mac any more cause there's cctv and phone cameras everywhere.

But then a Session comes up, and, oh, lucky wanker! He gets to see a girl show Her stocking-tops while he watches and wets his pants. He gets to see a girl wear a low-cut top while he ogles, boss-eyed, and cum pumps into his pants. That's all he needs. That's how he gets ALL his sex pleasure, and he's more than satisfied. It's not asking a lot is it?

Well at one time it would have been, and in fact impossible to ask, not without being labelled a perv, peeper, being beaten up by Her enraged fella.

But now, decades later, some girls tolerate worship, some even like it. Incredible to hear Miss Danica say, all these years later, when Graham asked Her - "oh yes, the girls all knew EXACTLY what the men wanted those photos for! That's what made posing for them so exciting!"

Well, well, well, Graham would never have known that. But when Miss Danica told him he could watch Her pose with his mac open and cum in his pants in front of Her, well the world has changed. How wonderful is that for a 100% full-time pervert girl-worshipping solo-sex mac-wanker?! Wonderful!