I called him a 'sick fuck' but grabbed the back of his tan bald head, using it for leverage, as I pounded his throat with my thick cock. He would gag ...and spit up all down my shaft and balls. Then he'd rub in that spit and go right back to work causing me to shoot a hard, thick load getting it everywhere from his mouth, face, float and pool. I panted to catch my breath and feet as I got out of the shallow end and walked towards the outdoor shower. He smiled at me and walked inside.As I lathered. It was a warm summer evening in Berlin when I found myself at the Hallensee end of the KuDamn. I had paid my minimal entrance and was sat facing the carousel drinking beer at an exorbitant price and in spite of the attraction, was fending off hostesses whose own drink prices made my own look cheap. The lateness of the hour was such that the club was in full swing and it was not long before the first act became due. With about 7 hostesses sat on the circular couch “Wir suchen einen Herr,”. He said "Debbie Costa?" as he wiped a bead of sweat off his brow. I said yeah, that's for me. "Sign here?" he said quietly, and I put a squiggle on the machine.It had been a hot day and I felt a little sorry for him - he looked a bit hot and flustered. So I said "you look like you could use a cold drink" He smiled and said thanks. As I walked back into the kitchen the click of my heels echoed loud as he followed me. I poured him a drink and I could see that he was thirsty."Busy day?" I said,. .