Miss Danica knows She makes me spunk in my pants. She knows after looking at Her magazines and cumming in my pants - once in the shop before I'd even bought the mag! - I'd go back and spray Her pics with cum.

I was allowed to worship Her for a blissful 3 years, until She retired from modelling, including twice in person. I'd actually been worshipping Her since I first saw Her in Escort magazine in the 80s, as Miss Donna Ambrose. Just reading or saying Her name had me tingling all over.

Thing was, She was my magazine pants-spunk queen of all time. I couldn't believe that first set in Escort, cumming in my pants on Her very first pic. Her pics got even more exciting, in mags like Peaches, Amazons and 50+ , and later I found Her in Busen, Gent, Juggs and just about every big-tit magazine I could find.

She'd make me do it on just about every one of Her pics, I'd put the mag down then and go back to it next time, so it took a long time for me to get through each of Her mags. She was driving me so crazy that when I could see She was in a mag I'd be desperate to get it to the counter and then back to where I was parked, knowing She'd have me in ecstasy in less than a minute.

Then there was the time in one of the adult shops I frequented She was on the cover of Gent magazine, measuring Her lovely big tits for us all to see how bosomy She was. I spunked my pants there and then in the shop, before I'd even got the mag to the counter.

Imagine then how lovely it was to tell Her about that, and about all my worship of Her, years later when I was allowed to email Her. I'd send Her explicit worship sheets and Explicit Messages, with no holds barred. She said the worship sheets always made Her laugh, "in a good way", which I loved. Her favourite was the ‘gawping gardener'. I even sent Her scans from Her mags with the captions I'd written next to them, plus spunks-stains and toilet paper stuck to them. What a wanker.

I often said how I'd love to see Her pose - my fantasy was of course just to watch Her and spunk my pants, ideally right in front of Her, mac open, stained trousers getting soggy. When She replied "if you mean a photo-shoot, then yes." I gulped. Could I go through with it? I was a bundle of nerves in the days leading up to it and I'd not said anything about my fantasy to Her. In fact She made the rules clear.

It was a lovely shoot, I got lots and lots of very lovely photos - She didn't take anything off of course, She knew I only needed to see Her fully-dressed in short skirt and straining top - and She chatted throughout, keeping everything nice and above board. Out of respect, and a lot of nerves, I barely got a hard-on. She'd been so nice to me it was a while before I could get sex pleasure from the pics I took, out of respect. What an idiot.

It wasn't as if She didn't know I was a pervert wanker. She knew all about me, I'd made sure of that, and She was fine with it. She'd told me She knew what all the amateurs who took photos of Her did with them. I was just too timid and anxious to really enjoy the session. I didn't make that mistake again.

In the year between meetings, I set up the next Session by preparing Her, as it were, with what I dreamed would happen. To do that I set the scene, using blanks of the studio, with Her photos pasted in and the cartoon of me ogling as She posed and spunking in my pants. I even used the stills from our photo shoot with the cartoon of me added.

Explicit Message after Explicit Message spelt out my dreams, and then when I'd got up the nerve to ask Her again, I also asked if I could bring my laptop to show Her my massive worship folder dedicated to Her, print worship sheets to give Her, and video the whole Session. She was happy with all of that. She also said we could use Her friend's studio, which was marvellous, as I'd felt nervous and out of place going to the studio I'd found for the first shoot, going in in my dirty mac and wank-trousers and flat cap.

It was Miss Leigh's studio in Her home. I knew who She was of course, and Her mags had made me spunk my pants many times. So it was more than exciting to know that's where I was going. I took a chance and included Her in the worship sheet I'd printed, which was set in Her front room.

Obviously I was nervous in the days leading up to the session - after all, it's always a bit nerve-wracking for a perv to meet with Goddesses, specially after sending Her all the pervy worship material I did. But also very exciting, that I was going to have to face Her and feel all that delicious guilt and humiliation, as only a girl-worshipper would know. I'd hand to Her and actually see Her reading the perviest worship sheets with the cartoon of me with lots of cum running down my trousers.

Miss Danica told me not to be nervous, She had other ‘chaps' who were like me, so She understood. How lovely was that?! She knew I was a full-time 100% pervert mac-wanker and girl-worshipper yet She was going to let me see Her pose again! And She KNEW what I dreamed would happen! How could a sad useless perv like me be so lucky?!

So I arrive at the door in my mac and perv gear, carrying my laptop case and tripod, and Miss Leigh opens the door in Her normal day clothes but still so bosomy, and says "you must be Graham!" I mumble "yes" but I realise that Miss Danica will have told Her ALL about me! How lucky was that? Heaven!

Then there was Miss Danica, dressed in a professional outfit - She was due to go to a meeting afterwards - but so, so bosomy. My heart just melted and my knees gave way slightly - She is a GODDESS. I went in the front room to set up my laptop and video camera, and soon She came through the door in an outfit She'd worn in one of Her photosets, and I'd sent Her worship sheets from it to tell Her how She'd made me spunk my pants looking at the photos.

Incredible that She'd chosen that outfit for me to see Her pose in it, SO lovely of Her - She would have known just what an unbelievable treat that would be for me. To begin with She kept things chatty, and posed in three outfits, though She did early on pose with the worship sheets.

Those showed Her in this very room with the cartoon of me, and when I did the pants-spunk page, I'd got a photo of Miss Leigh pasted in too. So Miss Danica went to show Miss Leigh - a lovely, lovely pervert moment for me - and I heard them laughing as they read the sheets. Miss Danica came back to say Miss Leigh liked the sheet and would like to be in more of them. Wanker's dream!

Later Miss Danica looked at Her folder on my laptop, looking at worship sheets and commenting nicely, then calling Miss Leigh in to tell Her about all the pics I had of Her - "there's thousands, thousands! I don't think I've ever seen such a collection of my photos." She knows how much I worship Her alright! Miss Leigh was also suitably impressed and asked me where I went to get all the photos, and about Miss Danica's sites.

All in all I was now in quite a state, my erection hidden by my mac fortunately. I was a million miles from any position where I could be overt and do what I wanted to do. But I'd no inkling of what was to happen next. It was time for Miss Danica to put on another outfit and when She came back She paused outside the door, and said "are you ready for me Graham?!" My heart jumped nervously and I was unsure what was happening.

She came through the door wearing just lingerie, and one of those bustier tops over which Her lovely big bosoms bulged. I must have looked a real sight, my jaw dropped and my eyes popped and I was struck dumb. That's the barest I've ever seen a girl, certainly close up.

"OK Graham?" She asked. Then as I continued to just stare, dumbstruck - "is this too much for you?!" My mouth moved but nothing came out. I can't even blink, just star at Her in disbelief. This is all on video btw - the whole Worship Session.

"Come on Graham, you know me now. You've got lots of photos of me from the Web, so you should have some you've done for yourself."

I manage to nod but I'm still speechless. She starts to pose and I click away, but this time unable to take my eyes off Her, and She does start to say some nice things, like "the full glory of Miss Danica!"

I must have leaked and leaked pre-cum for 10 or 15 minutes and when eventually the spunk-pump kicks in I only need to pretend to cough to cover my shudders, as the ejaculation is quite gentle. Absolute ecstasy though, and fortunately I'm still gob-smacked so my expression doesn't change much even as the waves of perv ecstasy wash over me.

It's all a bit of a blur - only the video allows me to recall exactly what happened and when - and I was still in a daze when I left - after Miss Danica had looked at more of Her early pics on my laptop, including the ones with captions and spunk-stains. She showed Miss Leigh too.

It took me several months to confess to Miss Danica what happened, and She said She'd thought so. She also said that next time I could leave my mac open - She knew this was my dream - and She'd pose topless - !!!! - and "maybe dreams do come true". Of course I know that all the alpha males will be saying "what are you waiting for?!", but for me I was in a nervous funk for weeks, months eventually.

First of all I've only rarely seen topless, and then at a distance. I've certainly never been in the same room as a topless girl before. Secondly, it was like I was expected to ‘perform' - She was offering to let me see Her pose topless and openly spunk my pants watching Her. What if I was just too nervous and couldn't ‘get it up'??

Then She announced Her retirement from modelling and I never saw or spoke to Her again - after a very nice goodbye email though.

A lovely foot note is that I went back to Miss Leigh's studio for Worship Sessions with Her, and She told me how much Miss Danica had laughed telling Her how gob-smacked I was seeing Her walk in in that lingerie. I hope She told Her as well that I'd spunked in my pants seeing Her like that.