But I couldn't stop. One of my addictions was to watch a man as he climaxed, watching his face as he endured the throes of pleasure.I furiously pumped...his big thick cock, forcing hot spurts of cum to shoot out from his tip. His body was tight with tension and his face was a mask of post-orgasmic bliss.Cum sprayed everywhere. It spurted out like a geyser, hitting his navel, up his chest and the sleeve of my doctor's coat. Some even stained my hand, not that I minded.I didn't want to spoil his. Stepping outside, I reached into my own bag and took out my valet ticket, handing it to the pimply kid who stood there gawking at me slightly. With a sneer, he got the hint that I wasn't interested and left to go get my car.A moment later, he pulled up expertly in front of me and, rounding the hood of the Jaguar, handed me the keys. I gave him a polite smile and climbed into the convertible. The kid shot me a distasteful sneer of his own at the fact that I didn't tip him, but as I pulled out. To phir mujhe bura laga ki job hi ho wo meri mama aur mami he, to phir me kaan me haat rakh ke so gaya.Dusre din wesehi awaj sunne ko mila aaooohh uummmaahhhooo………… me phir se wese hi so gaya yeh silsila roj chalta raha. Aur me roj so jata tha. College me mere dost log sex ke bare me baat karte the to mujhe bhi sex ka bhoot chadhne laga. Me apni mami ke bare me soch ne laga. Us din raat ko mene jese phir se awaj suna to mujhe achha lagne laga mera lund khada hone laga. Me bahar jake lund ko. . . please don’t make me,’ Carmen said submissively, with a fearful tone and bowed her head, awaiting her fate. Stacey knew that this was Carmen’s way of admitting that she would comply with just about any order that Stacey gave her. Yet it was also Carmen’s way of asking Stacey not to take control and force the situation. Stacey knew that she could take Carmen then and there, making Carmen hers with a command . . . an order. This was not what Stacey wanted, this was not her style . . . it.