BAR 69 By Nudemodel
I had intended to become a naked scandalous white male piece-of-ass. I wanted to be just like those shameless male and female sluts on the Reeperbahn. Partly it was to retaliate.
In America I had been a slavish sissy white cuckold who had enjoyed watching five well-endowed black bulls fuck my white wife. She was a really filthy white cuckoldress for black males.
Each of these virile black males had made my filthy white-slut wife lick-out and tongue-fuck their black assholes before they would fuck her. Most of the time my white bitch wife got kicks out of licking their unwashed black assholes clean.
I had to stand naked looking like a stupid ninny with my mouth open while holding my bare white buttocks while I watched. I enjoyed watching her sputter and spit out her dirtied saliva until the superior black guy's asshole was licked clean.
Her black male bulls also insisted that my wife and I always be naked in the house. When any or all of the black bulls let themselves into the house with their own keys, my naked wife and I had to get on our knees and kiss their shoes. When we stood up, I had to immediately put my hands on my bare white buttocks and open my mouth while they began using her for breeding and for sport.
My white wife had gotten pregnant by one of the black males. That did not interfere with her licking all five of black assholes clean while I watched for another nine months. After the biracial baby boy was born she left me and went to live with her mother.
So I had gone to Germany to be an asshole-licking white male slut and sex-performer in sex-shows there for spite against her. But as a middle age white male, I had wanted to experiment with being part of this raunchy depraved scene.
Within a day I had become one more of the Reeperbahn's numerous public pieces-of-ass. And I had been at it for two weeks at that point.
The bar looked like a typical bar on a hot summer day. But it wasn't. It was on the raunchy Reeperbahn in Hamburg, Germany. And it was a live-sex-show bar.
There was a padded red-rug-covered platform for naked live-sex-show performances joined to the inside of the bar counter. This sex-performance platform was ten steps from the open door.
The door was open ostensibly to let in some cool air on hot summer days and nights. But Freya, the forty-one-year-old brunette German bartender and manager had enlightened me that it was really for advertising.
Her naked male and female sluts who were performing on the sex-performance platform could be seen from the outside sidewalk. This lewd spectacle enticed sightseers in to buy her overpriced drinks.
I had been a naked white male slut who engaged in sex-acts on the platform in Bar 69 that was adjacent to the bar counter. And I had been a naked public piece-of-ass in live-sex peepshows next door to it with a black Jamaican girl named Angela. No one I knew had seen me.
I had originally met Freya while I was naked and performing sex-acts in the peepshow. Freya knew the black male manager of a live-sex-act peepshow and had gone next door to talk to him.
The gist of what she told him was that her black East African male sex-model had to go to German immigration the next afternoon. The East African male performed with a blond blue-eyed thirty-year-old Ukrainian female named Marina.
As Freya put it, she needed "another naked male piece-of-ass for the day." If that other naked male piece-of-ass was dirty, debauched, and dependable enough, she intended make use of his naked body to publicly perform sex-acts on her bar counter some additional days and nights.
The peepshow manager had vouched for me as being dependable white male slut. He added that I was the kind of "asshole-licking filthy white piece-of-ass" that she was looking for.
Freya liked the "dependable," the "asshole-licking," the "filthy," and the "piece-of-ass."
"Show me his sluttish bare white ass," she had cackled to the manager.
He had grinned and opened the door at the back of the peepshow and had pointed me out me to Freya.
At that moment a sexy black Jamaican girl named Angela and I were both functionally naked. That is to say, we both wore fetish chrome-studded-leather slave-collars, wristbands, and ankle-bands, but nothing else.
The black girl, like all of the interracial peepshow's black performers, wore white leather ones. I, like all of their white peepshow sex-models, wore black leather ones.
This costuming had been designed to assure that our anuses, bare buttocks, breasts/nipples, sex-organs, and facial identities were fully accessible for all-purpose viewing by their spectators.
At the moment that they had opened the door, Angela and I were publicly naked to the peepshow customers and sweating in the summer heat and hot bright spotlights. Sweat collected in tiny beads on our effectively naked flesh and sometimes gathered into droplets and ran down our bare skin.
We were both on our hands and knees in tandem on the red-padded-rug-covered peepshow turntable. I was behind her with my white face squashed deep into the sweating ebony flesh between her bare buttocks.
The turntable was slowly turning us around to provide all of the two dozen peep-show spectators with entire views of our naked anatomies, sex-organs, facial identities, and sex-acts.
If there might have been a tinge of shame when I first got naked and got onto that rotating platform, it had been outweighed by the thrill of doing something rebellious and being spiteful against my white wife.
And after the first minute of mixed emotions on that first day, I had been too physically active engaging in sex-acts to reflect on or feel anything.
The only thing I felt when Freya and the manager opened the door was instant fear. Was I doing something wrong? Was there some kind of a police raid? I was greatly relieved when it turned out that Freya only wanted to procure me as a naked piece-of-ass for her live-sex-show bar. Then I went back to giving the black girl a rim job.
When that first performance was finished and I got down naked off of the turntable I felt a tinge of shame. Well maybe it was more worry about who had seen me and what the consequences might be. When I slipped into my clothes, an apprehension for what I had just done still bothered me.
When I walked out into the arcade of the peepshow and saw people, I had a tinge of embarrassment. Many of them had almost certainly been mockingly looking over my naked flesh while I publicly engaged in sex-acts including rimming.
But hat was over and done. There was nothing that I could do about it.
After additional shows that day and aware that I had been photographed and videotaped, I had more anxiety about who had seen me, who would see me and where those video tapes and photographs would be shown and seen.
That night I had trouble sleeping. Did any Americans that I knew see me? What were those people thinking when they watched me naked and doing those things? How many people on the Reeperbahn would now recognize me as one more of the many debased pieces-of-ass there?
But the next night after that it did not bother me. Like other sex-models, I numbed to any shame and embarrassment. I just accepted my role. Having done it, there was nothing I could now do about any outcomes. Sex-models like me could not reverse being known naked sluts and public pieces-of-ass.
And while I could not reverse it, I also could not now make it any worse. I was already that, and more of it would not make me more or less of that.
Soon public nakedness while engaging in sex-acts became routine and acceptable. And it was kind of neat that people referred to me and thought of me as that naked male slut and that public piece-of-ass.
At that moment when the manager opened the small entrance door to the turntable area, the obscene public sex-act that Angela and I were publicly performing on our hands and knees was anilingus. In other words, I was giving her a rim job. My mouth was pressed against Angela's asshole, and I was lewdly licking around her saliva-wet anal flesh to amuse two-dozen paying customers.
From occasional muffled cackles and horselaughs coming through the viewing-booth walls, I knew that the paying spectators liked the down-and-dirtiness of my public rim-jobs. And since these paying spectators liked it the manager did, too. He insisted that I lick Angela's black asshole often and for tongue-tiring long times.
My face was squashed between sweating and saliva-wet black buttocks. Black ass-flesh mashed against my face and closed eyelids. I could see only darkness while I forced my tongue into Angela's saliva-wet asshole. Suddenly I heard the manager's voice.
"Tom, I have more sex-work for you after this show. More dirty public rimming. Ukrainian girl named Marina," he shouted with a German accent.
I withdrew my face from between the Jamaican girl's sweaty bare black ass and noticed my saliva glistening on her asshole.
I looked around to see where the manager's voice was coming from. In bright spotlights and on the turning turntable, I was disoriented. Light shined in my eyes, and the twenty peep-show windows seemed to go endlessly by me.
Then I spotted him. I also saw Freya.
She was sneering dirtily at what I had just been doing naked in front of her and the two-dozen peep-show spectators. She caught my eye, conspicuously shot a glance at Angela's bare black ass, and scanned my public nudity.
She dirtily grinned and winked a taunt at me. She turned, changed her expression to businesslike, and nodded her approval to the manager.
"That filthy rimming piece-of-ass is exactly what I need," she said loudly, in English. And I knew then that the work was for her.
"Okay to work for her, Tom?" the manager asked me.
"Yeah," I told him.
"Good," he told me. "Now continue sticking your tongue into Angela's black asshole for my customers, slut." The peepshow customers behind those peepshow windows could hear him. I heard guffaws and snickers while they continued to look through the peep-windows at effectively naked Angela and me.
Angela gave me a sneering grin and nodded toward her bare black ass. I placed my mouth back on her ebony asshole flesh, slipped my tongue out, and returned to forcing my tongue into her asshole for customer amusement. I heard the door close.
Fifteen minutes later, after I had finished rimming Angela and had performed several other public peepshow sex-acts with her, I pulled on my shorts, undershirt, and shower shoes. Angela pulled on her shorts, tanktop, and loafers.
She and I continued to wear our slave-collars, wristbands, and ankle-bands because we had to go back and perform live-sex-acts in forty-five minutes.
"Freya sounds rough," Angela advised me. "But she is okay to work for. The day before yesterday when you were off for the afternoon I did some time on top of that bar counter."
"Naked and sucking cock?" I asked.
"What else?" she replied cynically. "And the white Croatian guy under me sucked my cunt and licked my asshole. And Freya pimped the filthy white piece-of-ass as an asshole-licking whore for three rich Zulu girls from South Africa."
I shrugged. Many of the live-sex-show models in Hamburg could be procured as whores.
"She'll pimp-out your asshole-licking white male flesh, too," Angela told me with a taunting grin. "There's a back room with mirror that lets her see them, but they can't see her. Freya and I both watched the filthy white male whore. The Zulu girls all had big black asses. The filthy slut's asshole-licking white face just disappeared in between their black buttocks." She winked and shot me a grin.
"How much did he get?" I asked."
"Freya keeps the money. You white guys just keep your jobs. Okay, see you in forty-five minutes. Don't get your nasty tongue too tired licking her asshole."
I went outside. Freya was waiting. She gave me a contemptuous dirty sneer.
"Let's go, slut," she said with a grin.
She insolently placed her hand flat against my buttocks of my shorts and made a show of mockingly feeling my ass as we walked to the live-sex-show bar two doors down the Reeperbahn.
She shot a smirk at my slave-collar, wristbands, and ankle-bands as we walked sweating in the afternoon heat, and then she patted my ass.
"Where you from in the States, Tom?" she had asked me while we walked.
"Cleveland," I answered.
"What did you do there?" she asked.
"Nude art model," I answered.
What I was doing in Germany was different from nude art modeling in Cleveland. On the Reeperbahn the spectators looked upon us naked sex-models as prostituted sluts and ogled our public debauchery with appropriate smirks, grins, and sneers. That was our role. And that was their fun.
"My filthy pieces-of-ass are always completely naked," Freya told me. She took hold of my arm by its slave wristband, lifted it, and shook it. "No collars, straps, or anything. Not even a wristwatch. Totally naked makes you pieces-of-ass look debased. Like two sex-sucking swine in sixty-nine. Okay, bitch?"
"Yeah," I replied. "I'd rather be completely naked. These leather things get uncomfortable in this heat."
We got to the door of her bar. I glanced in.
The live-sex-show bar was typical of more than a dozen live-sex-show bars in the raunchy Sankt Pauli and Sankt Georg districts of Hamburg.
Abutting the back of the two-foot-wide (60 cm) and black-linoleum-covered bar-counter was a seven-foot by three-foot (2.2 m x 1 m) red-rug-covered sex-performance platform. The bar counter and the sex-performance platform were functionally one continuous surface.
On that platform, a naked male and female sex-model couple, like Marina and me, would engage in mostly oral sex-acts two feet (60 cm) away from any and all decently dressed customers who happened to walk in and sit at the bar.
Except for a very few instances where naked performers might occasionally engage in coital sex, we naked sex-performers were entangled in a sexual sixty-nine position while off-and-on engaging in mutual oral sex.
There were eleven bar stools. The only thing between the sex-performance platform and the customers was the width of the black vinyl bar counter.
The five stools in the center were the closest to us nude sex-models. They put the customers less than arm's length from Marina's and my naked flesh.
Sometimes customers sat and talked at one of the six tables scattered around in the dinginess of the room. This allowed them to be out of the bright ceiling-mounted spotlights. These ten spotlights shined brightly on naked sex-models lying in a sixty-nine oral-sex position on the sex-performance platform and on the adjoining bar top.
But most of these decently dressed customers jauntily, mockingly, and contemptuously would sit on the barstools a foot or two (30 to 50 cm) from us shamelessly naked public oral-sex performers. They would leer and sneer at us. It never really bothered me.
When they did, I was in my role as a naked pussy-eating and anus rimming public piece-of-ass. They were in theirs as decently dressed spectators. It all seemed quite proper.
Most customers were tourists, males or couples. At rare times they were groups of single female tourists. Customers walked in from the street sat, sipped drinks, and watched two sluttish naked models like Marina and me engage in oral sex-acts.
These sex-acts were a come-on to buy drinks. The naked cocksucking female like Marina lay in a sixty-nine position on top of the naked pussy-eating and rimming male slut like me.
The naked female slut always faced the door in these joints. The door at Bar 69 was slightly in from the sidewalk. The sidewalk was only ten to fifteen walking steps from naked Marina's face and my exhibited crotch, balls, and cock.
When customers came to the door, she would insert my male phallus into her mouth and begin a public cocksucking act while looking coaxingly at them. I would take this cue and begin publicly eating her pussy or licking her asshole.
After the drink was bought and paid for, Marina and I would usually stop our sex-act until the next customer came to the open door and looked in at our naked bodies.
And that is what thirty-two-year-old Marina had been doing when I first saw her from outside on the sidewalk.
She had been naked in a sixty-nine position on top of the naked black man on that platform constructed against the bar-counter. I quickly saw what we naked sex-performers looked like to the sightseers and customers.
In the peepshow my bare body and sex-act performances had been insulated from casual sightseers by a circle of spectator booths and I had been separated from even those paying spectators by a plywood wall with a viewing window. I could not make out anyone who might be observing me from behind those dark windows.
Here, even if not visible from the sidewalk, my naked body and acts of eating pussy and rimming anal flesh would be offered for added public sport than I had been in the peepshow.
Now I would be plainly seen from everywhere inside the bar and even by sightseers on the sidewalk, just like the two naked sex-models presently on the sex-performance-platform.
Bright spotlights were focused on both Marina's and the black East African man's nude bodies. With these bright spotlights shining on them, both bare sex-models were clearly visible to me from the night-darkened sidewalk.
"I'll sure be naked in public," I told Freya.
She mockingly patted my buttocks. "That's what you are, Tom, a dirty naked public piece-of-ass. You can't change it now." She waved her hand toward Naked Marina and the black sex-model. "Filthy sluts like them and you learn to like it."
I shrugged. I had been a naked public piece-of-ass in the peepshow for a week. And tomorrow I would be one here.
The only difference would be the slight embarrassment that I could see and talk with people looking at my naked body while I got my cock sucked, ate pussy, and rimmed anal flesh. I would have to adapt because if I refused, Freya would tell her friend the peepshow manager. And he would probably fire me.
"Any objections to being my filthy naked asshole-licking public piece-of-ass?" she asked me with a sneer.
"No, I'll do it," I said meekly. She gave me a wide dirty grin.
Marina had just filled her mouth and throat with his large black cock. Several people had gathered around us and were chortling and snickering at the two naked sex-show sluts.
We had gone in. Marina had looked at me with her big blue eyes while her lips were stretched around the African man's large phallus that was clearly deep into her throat.
Freya introduced her to me. "This is Tom, the filthy piece-of-ass you'll be with tomorrow."
Marina had slipped the large black phallus out of her mouth. A strand of her saliva followed it. She brushed her hand across her blond hair, looked at me with her big blue eyes, and said with a Slavic accent, "Hi, Tom."
"Hi, Marina," I said.
And that was that. She had returned to publicly sucking black cock.
She had been trying to entice the customers standing on the sidewalk to come in, but it was clear that she liked cocks in her mouth. I would be naked in a sixty-nine position under her naked body and perform with her the next afternoon.
Freya had motioned for me to follow her behind the bar counter. She had pulled up her dress, pulled down her panties, and turned her bare German ass to me. Marina, with her lips wrapped around a big black phallus, had glanced at me with her big blue eyes.
Without waiting to be asked, I had knelt behind Freya, shoved my face between her large middle-age German buttocks, and licked her anal flesh.
Rumor was that Freya was a lesbian, but she clearly liked guys to lick around her asshole. She had squashed and squirmed her ass tightly into my face and kept her squirming asshole tightly pressed against my mouth and tongue for several minutes.
"Okay, you got the job, Tom," she had told me as she took a step forward and let her bare ass out of my face. "You lick Marina's asshole while my customers watch tomorrow. Okay, bitch?"
"Yeah. Okay," I had told her as I stood up.
Marina, who had been watching all during the time, had slipped the big black phallus out of her mouth and grinned dirtily at me.
"I like you lick my asshole, Tom," the naked blond cocksucking whore had told me sweetly with a Ukrainian accent. Then, seeing someone looking in through the open door, she had slipped the long fat black cock into her mouth again and returned to her public cocksucking.
I had taken a long look at her lips wrapped around the black man's large fat saliva-wet penis while she looked at me with her big blue eyes. His African face had remained under her bare Caucasian ass and in front of her cunt, and he had never said anything.
Then I had gone back to the peep show. Angela was waiting for me.
Angela and I had taken off our clothes, except that we continued to wear our slave collars, wrist bands, and ankle bands. And we did several more live-sex-shows for their customers that night.
I was prepared when I went over to Bar 69 at about noon the next day.
I wore only tan shorts, a white sleeveless undershirt, and shower shoes, but no socks or underpants. I had to be naked all day, and I did not want to have a lot of clothes lying around.
In the afternoon, the Reeperbahn looked different. The night before, it had been humming with crowds of summer tourists and lit with flashing garish neon signs.
Now, in the bright daylight, summer breezes from Hamburg harbor blew urban dust and debris down the sidewalk. There were few tourists, and it looked a little drab.
The sex-show bar had its front door open to the early afternoon summer heat. Like all the other places in the area, the black velvet curtains meant to keep outsiders from looking in had been pulled wide open. The excuse was to let in cooler air.
The real reason was to let anyone on the sidewalk look in and see us scandalous naked sex-models on exhibit and illuminated by ten bright quartz spotlights mounted on the ceiling. It was an enticement to come in and buy a drink.
I looked at it for a few seconds because I would be naked, eating pussy, and rimming on it in a few minutes. I wanted an idea of what I might look like.
The ten radiant quartz spotlights were all turned on. They shined brightly on the red rug of the empty sex-performance platform back of the center of the bar counter. It called my attention to the fact that we naked sex-organ sucking sex-models were only ten to fifteen steps from the sidewalk.
Anyone would have a clear public view of our naked bodies and our oral sex-acts from the open doorway. That was the way it was. It was hot in the summer. It was tolerant Germany. They let all the sex-show joints do it.
There were only two people inside as I walked in. One, sitting on a barstool at the end of the bar counter, was Marina.
She was, only temporarily before she stripped naked, wearing tight white shorts, a short maroon tanktop, and shower shoes. Her blond hair was bunned-up and held that way with a blue plastic hair clip. She was a pleasingly plump and shapely woman. She gave me a nice smile.
The other person, standing and wiping drink glasses behind the bar, was Freya, wearing a tight blue skirt and a loose white blouse. She glanced at the clock. I was two minutes late.
"Hello, bitch," Freya greeted me with her mouth curled into a sneer. "Try to be on time next time."
It was Germany. They liked to be on time. The two women looked at each other. Freya wagged an index finger at Marina and then at me.
"Show time. Get naked, sluts," she told us with a taunting sneer.
I knew from the night before that we sex-models stripped at the end of the bar counter and put our clothes on a shelf there.
Each sex-show place was a little different. In the peep show, Angela, my black female sex-partner, and I were both naked in so far as having our sex-organs, anuses, and buttocks completely viewable. But there we both had to wear chrome-studded black leather slave-collars, wristbands, and ankle-bands so that we advertised ourselves as pieces-of ass.
In some places like Salambo's, around the corner, the sex-models wore elaborate costumes. But those costumes were carefully designed to scandalously exhibit sex-organs, bare buttocks, anuses, and female breasts to the customers while the sex-models publicly performed sex-acts on stage for large audiences.
Here in Bar 69, Marina and I were flaunted to Freya's customers fully nude. We were stripped totally naked while we candidly performed oral sex-acts for their razzing and taunting amusements.
Bar 69 was open to everyone in the adult public. In Germany that probably meant everyone over 15, male and female, were welcome to come in and ogle naked Marina and me and our public sex-acts.
Marina shot me a thin polite smile. I remembered how the blond blue-eyed Ukrainian slut's lips looked wrapped around a big black phallus. I imagined how they were going to look in a few minutes wrapped around my more modest Caucasian one.
She then seemed to remember how my face had looked in Freya's ass. She gave me a dirty grin. She told me later that she was imagining how my face was going to look squashed into her cunt and pressed into her ass.
She sauntered to the front corner of the bar and began stripping. When I got to her, she had already removed her tanktop. She had not worn anything under it. I took a look at her sensuous ample bare breasts and large fleshy-pink nipples.
While I was pulling off my undershirt, Marina kicked off her shower shoes and pulled off her short white shorts. She had a partly shaven tuft of blond pubic hair over the large split bulge of her fleshy cunt.
I kicked off my shower shoes and pulled off my Bermuda shorts. In a few seconds, we were both totally naked. She glanced at my crotch and looked at my penis as if savoring it. Marina was a professional public cocksucker and liked being one.
We walked naked around to the front of the bar. It was so that we could use a barstool to climb up onto the bar counter.
But it was also to give the ogling potential customers standing on the sidewalk a full view of our facial identities, bare asses, and sex-organs. They could perceive us as naked pieces-of-ass while we were preparing to get in position to publicly perform sex-acts for people like them.
I glanced out toward the sidewalk and saw two German teenagers, a boy and a girl, looking in at us. I shrugged. They were the same age as high school art students and younger college art students for whom I had often modeled nude in Cleveland.
Marina had walked naked by the open door countless times and was unembarrassed by people glancing in from the sidewalk. Like me, she had been a nude art model as well as a naked live-sex-act model.
Being naked in front of decently dressed people bothered neither of us. But it did feel strange to be walking naked in a public bar in full view of everyone out on the sidewalk.
Freya intentionally gave my dangling penis an insolent sneer.
Naked Marina was swaying her bare ass as she walked. She was clearly walking that way to intentionally drew attention to the undulating movement of her shapely bare female buttocks.
The Ukrainian whore turned and shot me a quick dirty smirk as we walked to a barstool in the center of the bar counter, then turned and continued on. I looked at the shape of her fleshy white bare ass.
She turned again, saw me looking at the sensuous undulating movements of her bare ass, and looked my naked body over with a coy grin.
"You like my ass, bitch?" she asked me.
"Nice ass," I told her.
"I like you lick my asshole a lot today," she told me. "Okay, Tom?"
I looked out on the sidewalk and saw several potential customers, two snickering European women and three grinning European men, looking in at our naked bodies from ten steps away.
Freya glanced at the potential paying customers dirtily looking in at her two naked pieces-of-ass, Marina and me. The dirtier and more degraded we were, the better for her business. She glanced at Marina's bare ass and then shot me a dirty grin.
"Tom, you stick your nasty tongue into Marina's asshole a lot, too," she told me. "Okay, slut?"
"Okay," I told her.
I nodded to Marina. "I'll lick your asshole a lot and stick my tongue into it a lot."
Naked Marina shot me a wide grin. "Cool," she said. The naked Ukrainian whore stuck out her tongue at me, and waggled it to mock what mine would be doing on her anus.
She waited by the center barstool. I had to get up on the bar first because I had to lie under her naked body in a sexual sixty-nine position with my face under her ass.
I got a knee on a barstool, climbed up onto the cold black-linoleum-covered bar-counter. Feeling somewhat clumsy in my nakedness on public view, I got on top of it, crawled across it, and got onto the padded red rug of the sex-performance platform built up against it.
I lay on my back with my head toward the rear of the bar. The shapely naked Ukrainian whore shot me a coy sneer as she struggled somewhat clumsily in her nakedness to get up on a barstool. She crawled up onto the top of the bar-counter and crawled across the bar-counter onto the platform and got her bare body over mine.
Her ample breasts hung down like sacks. As she lowered her bare ass over my face, I took a last look at the people looking in from the sidewalk. And then the heavy naked Ukrainian woman lowered her body to press hard down on mine.
Then all I could see were the fleshy insides of her perspiring upper thighs, her sweaty bare buttocks, some of her blond pubic hairs, the split bulge of her cunt, and her anus.
To entice the people who were watching us to come in, she immediately slipped my penis into her mouth and began publicly sucking it for their entertainment. It was my cue. I raised my face into her cunt and began eating her pussy. She reacted to the sexual thrill with a slight spasm.
To satisfy her that I would do what she asked, I licked upward on her twat and got my tongue on her asshole. I not only licked around it, I forced my tongue in and out of it several times.
Freya cackled contemptuously. Marina squeezed her bare thighs against both sides of my head to communicate satisfaction with my asshole licking.
But those customers went away. Then there was nothing to do for several minutes. I looked at the lazily turning mahogany blades of the ceiling fans and watched several insects flying around them. But looking up at the half-dozen bright quartz spotlights hurt my eyes.
So I looked at the sweating flesh of the Ukrainian woman's buttocks in front of my face. I could see beads of perspiration on the pores of the flesh of her ass. Tiny droplets of sweat clung to the almost invisible tiny blond hairs of her buttocks.
Her asshole was still wet with my saliva and glistened in the bright spotlights. I tried to count her anal ridges, but I lost track and gave up. I looked at the fillet-like inner lips of her cunt, and then the blond pubic hairs around its outer lips.
A blond German boy and blond German girl came in. I could only guess their ages. They seemed high school or college age, somewhere between 16 and 19. I guessed about 18. For years I had modeled nude in college art classes for teenage students their age in Cleveland.
I was glad to see them. They broke the monotony of looking at Marina's sweating meaty bare ass, saliva-glistening asshole, and fleshy cunt.
Both of the young Germans had cameras. One seemed to be a video camera. The other was probably a digital camera.
They both had a snobbish and businesslike attitude. They contemptuously looked over Marina's and my bare bodies with sharp cold blue eyes.
Marina slurped my limp penis into her mouth and began her act of public cocksucking for them. I pressed my face into her cunt and began my public act of eating pussy. The girl leaned over Marina's bare ass and grinned at me licking around in the Ukrainian woman's cunt.
She asked me something in German. Freya spoke to her from behind the bar.
"Naked female whore is Ukrainian. Naked male whore is American," she told the German girl. "Filthy naked American whore will lick her asshole if you ask him in English."
The German girl glanced at Marina's asshole. She could see that it was wet with my saliva from licking around it. She shot Freya a pleased look while I continued to eat Marina's pussy.
Still looking pleased at what she had heard, the haughty teenage girl shot me a contemptuous smirk. She brushed her long blond hair back and grinned dirtily at me.
"Okay. Lick her asshole so I can get some good video, filthy naked whore," she told me.
He's available if you want to use him as an asshole-licking whore," Freya told her.
"Not right now," the blond girl replied. She turned her attention to my face under Marina's bare ass. "Lick her asshole, whore," she told me.
Knowing that I had to dirtily comply and be videotaped licking Marina's asshole by her camera, the German girl raised it so she could see the viewfinder and pointed it at Marina's bare ass and my face.
She captured a shot of me licking upwards from Marina's fleshy saliva-wet cunt and around Marina's saliva-wet asshole.
The German girl snickered. She videotaped my facial identity and me while I gave Marina's asshole a rim job. She and the boy exchanged grins, sneers, and giggles as she moved her video camera in close.
"You're a filthy naked male slut," she told me. My tongue was busy slipping around Marina's asshole, and I did not reply.
The boy snapped several snapshots, two of which included his blond girlfriend, and then pulled out a notebook and wrote something in it. The girl grinned at me dirtily while she videotaped me.
I continued to lick Marina's asshole. The haughty German girl stepped back and shot our whole naked bodies and oral sex-acts from the side. Over the top of Marina's bare buttocks I could see the German girl move in to videotape Marina sucking my cock.
Then the blond girl panned her video camera over toward Marina's ass and my face to capture more of me giving a public rim job.
I pressed my face into Marina's ass and forced my tongue into her asshole. The boy took some more photographs, some of which again included his girlfriend videotaping naked Marina and me.
When I backed off a bit and licked around Marina's asshole, the videotaping blond girl grinned at me licking around it. She slowly moved in to capture a very close close-up of my licking tongue on Marina's saliva-wet anus. Then she moved to a different angle toward Marina's ass from in back of my head.
After a minute, she stopped videotaping my rim-job on Marina's anus. I continued to do my job and licked anal flesh while I looked sideways over the round fleshy mounds of Marina's bare ass at them. They were obviously doing some kind of research project.
When Freya asked them, in English, if they would like some drinks, they had a brief whispering conversation among themselves. Over the top of Marina's bare ass, I could see some of them shaking their heads negative, and then they started toward the door. Down on the lower end of my body, I could feel Marina put her head on my pelvis and wait that way for another customer.
Two Japanese couples came in. Marina again slurped my cock into her mouth and began sucking. I again began licking her cunt, and then licking her asshole. The Japanese tourists exchanged snickers and giggles. One of the men and one of the women took a couple photographs.
They snickered and giggled while taking long shots of our bare bodies entwined in a sixty-nine position and close-ups of her sucking my cock and me eating her pussy and licking her asshole. But when Freya asked them if they wanted any drinks, they shook their heads no, and left.
"That's daytime," Freya said with a sigh. "Nighttime they come in and buy drinks and watch you debauched pieces-of-ass. Daytime they just look and go."
Marina and I did not care one way or another. We got paid anyway. But neither of us said anything.
I looked at the perspiring flesh of her ass again. The weight of her naked body pressed my naked body into the red rug and its foam padding underneath. Her body heat added to my own. Marina was a little uncomfortable, too. She shifted her weight on the slippery perspiring surface of our two pressed-together bare bodies.
"Okay, Marina and Tom, you can take a five-minute break," Freya told us.
Marina lifted her body off of mine. I felt a sudden coolness as a soft breeze blew over my perspiration-soaked chest, belly, and groin.
She crawled across the bar-counter and clumsily eased herself down, first onto a barstool, then onto the linoleum floor. I rolled over, got on my hands and knees, crawled across the bar-counter in back of her, and got clumsily down in my nakedness from the bar-counter.
Marina knew the routine. The sweating naked Ukrainian woman sat at the end barstool nearest the sidewalk. She faced toward the open door and spread her legs to exhibit her cunt toward the sidewalk.
I sat on the barstool next to it. I could see from what she was doing that we naked sex-models were still on display to entice more customers to come in. I spread my legs to exhibit my male sex meat toward the sidewalk.
To make sure I knew, Freya grinned at me and said, "Keep your legs spread apart. Let them see your cock and balls, slut."
I looked out to see who was looking in. A lady in a summer dress walked by while walking her schnauzer dog on a leash. She glanced in, but kept on going like she had seen it before and saw what she expected.
Five German men and five German women tourists stopped. The women were wearing either summer dresses or shorts and tanktops. The men were wearing shirts and slacks.
They all pointed at naked Marina and me, especially at our wantonly displayed sex organs. They exchanged sneers, laughs and snickers and then engaged in some tittering chatter in German along with more snickers.
After a minute they came in. Most had some kind of camera and began photographing and videotaping us two nudes. Freya motioned for Marina and me. "Pieces-of-ass back up on the bar," she said loudly.
While we were taking a minute to climb back up and get back into our 69-sex-act position, the ten tourists looked over our bare bodies and sex-organs.
They smirked and snickered and exchanged a titter in German while they continued to photograph and videotape our bare flesh. They flagrantly took close-ups of each of our bare asses, assholes, and sex-organs while we climbed up onto bar-counter and crawled to get into our sex-act position.
One of the men patted Marina on her bare ass and felt around it. One of the women patted me on my bare ass and felt around it.
"Fine sluttish pieces-of-ass, aren't they," Freya told the two Germans feeling ours asses in English for our benefit and to let them know that the management did not disapprove of their insolently petting us naked sex-models.
The woman's disrespectful hand feeling around my bare ass felt smooth and sensual. She made a point to contemptuously feel deep between my buttocks and then to mockingly smack pats on my bare ass.
The German man felt Marina's twat as she began to crawl across the bar-counter toward the sex-performance platform behind it. The German woman enclosed her hand around my penis and balls and fondled them for a second while I crawled across the bar-counter. The other Germans laughed and exchanged comments about it in German and photographed and videotaped the two feeling our bare asses and fondling our sex-organs.
Marina and I did not look at them or at each other while we crawled to the red-rug-covered sex-performance platform get into a sixty-nine position.
Immediately after lowering her heavy sweating body down on mine with her ass over my face, Marina had slipped my cock into her mouth. Then I began eating her odoriferous pussy.
There was a stir of smirks, sniggers, and cackles. I licked upward and around Marina's asshole. There was a contemptuous female cackle and a few more chortles and snickers.
One of the women and one of the men pointed small video cameras at us and recorded our bare bodies while we engaged in mutual oral sex. Two of the men and one of the women took still photographs of us from several different angles.
These ten customers bought some drinks. Normally after the drinks were served to the customers, it was a signal for Marina and me to cease our oral sex-acts. But it was afternoon, and few customers dropped in at that time. Freya had a feeling for repeat business and word-of-mouth advertisement to spread business.
"Keep sucking cock, Marina. Keep licking asshole, Tom. Until I tell you two pieces-of-ass to stop," she told us. She turned to the German customers. "She's Ukrainian. He's American. I have to talk to the naked pieces-of-ass in English."
"That's an interesting combination of pieces-of-ass," a young brown-haired and blue-eyed German woman told Freya with a wry grin as she videotaped me licking Marina's asshole.
Naked Marina and I continued to perform oral sex for their entertainment. She slowly sucked my cock, and I sluggishly licked her asshole for another minute. The German customers sat talking in German, exchanging laughs and guffaws, and sipping drinks.
From what I could see over the round sweaty mounds of Marina's Ukrainian ass, one or another of them was always videotaping or taking photos of naked Marina and me and out oral sex-acts. They surveyed our bare flesh and sex-organs and watched our oral sex-acts with smug grins and kept on with conversation between themselves in German.
"You like your cocksucking work, slut?" I heard one of the guys ask Marina in German-accented English.
I could feel Marina abruptly stop sucking my cock to answer him. I kept licking her asshole.
"It's fun," she told him in Ukrainian-accented English.
A pale-skinned blond woman with arrogant brown eyes raised herself slightly off of her barstool and grinned at me over Marina's bare buttocks while I slipped my tongue around her saliva-wet anus. "You like licking her asshole, American bitch?" she asked me.
I backed my mouth and tongue off of the Ukrainian whore's anus. "Yeah, I'm happy," I told the sneering German woman. She squawked a contemptuous cackle and taunted me with a sneering grin at me as I returned to licking around Marina's asshole.
The ten Germans exchanged some snickering conversation in their own language, gulped down the last of their drinks, and marched out the door while my mouth and tongue were still on Marina's asshole.
Marina lifted the weight of her bare body off of mine. A strand of my saliva followed her asshole up until it broke and splashed on my face.
She and I crawled naked over to the edge of the bar, let our bare bodies down onto the barstools, and then to the floor. We said nothing to Freya or each other as we walked slowly to bar stools nearest the door and sat.
The red vinyl felt cold on my bare ass for a second. As before, we sat with our legs spread wide apart, displaying our sex-organs toward the sidewalk. A couple dozen people, mostly tourists, walked by. Most of them stopped and took a look. All those who looked pointed at our exhibited genitals while grinning, snickering, or giggling. But then they went on.
"So how is nude modeling for art classes in Cleveland?" Freya asked me to break the silence.
"It's a job. I get sore holding poses," I told her.
Marina kept her legs spread wide to exhibit her cunt to passersby and turned to look at me. "I did nude photography modeling in Kiev and Moscow," the naked Ukrainian woman told me. "You model nude on-camera?"
"Yeah, lots of times," I said while my legs were spread wide to exhibit my cock and balls to passersby.
"So nude on-camera in porn is okay?" Marina asked.
A short fat balding Italian man and a tall shapely Italian brunette woman sauntered in, each of them carrying video cameras. They both videotaped the naked Ukrainian woman and me sliding our bare asses off of the barstools.
"Want to do a porn video, Tom?" Freya asked.
"You mean for them?" I asked while pointing to the Italian couple videotaping Marina's and my naked bodies.
"No, ten American dollars for a commercial amateur smut video, bitch," she answered me. "Fifty dollars if you do four of them."
"With Marina here?" I asked.
"With her. And with the black whore from the peep-show, Angela," she replied.
"Three of us?" I asked.
"No. Two smut videos with each one. You lick asshole in all four. Okay, slut?"
"Sure. Okay," I told her.
Marina glanced at my cock and then grinned at me. She seemed to like the idea of doing a video with me. But I found out later that she was pleased with the added pay she would get and glad that I accepted.
"The porn shooting studio is owned by some rich blacks from Africa and the Caribbean," she told me as we were getting ready to climb up onto the sex-stage. "They also own this place and the peep-show next door."
Marina gave me a glance as if expecting a reply as she and I got our knees onto two adjacent barstools to begin climbing up onto the bar again.
"I heard about them," I told her. "They make mostly interracial porn."
The Italian woman boldly patted my bare ass and then felt and squeezed it as I climbed up onto the bar. She enclosed her hand around my genitals and fondled them.
"Real piece-of-ass, isn't he?" Freya grinned to the Italian woman. It was Germany, but the common world language was English. It turned out that she said that to all the women who felt my ass. It was to let them know there was nothing improper about them doing it.
"Yeah, real slut," the slinky Italian woman said with an Italian accent. She grinned at me while more boldly and insolently fondling my penis and balls, and then returned to feeling my bare ass again. Her boyfriend videotaped it.
Marina and I crawled up onto the bar-counter and across it onto the sex-performance platform. While the Italian woman looked at my cock and then grinned dirtily at me, I lay on my back. Marina lowered her sweaty body onto mine as we got into a 69-sex position.
When I looked over the tops of Marina's bare buttocks, both of the Italians were videotaping us. They videotaped Marina and I licking and sucking each other's sex-organs. The grinning Italian woman cutely videotaped a long close-up of my face while I was licking Marina's asshole.
And a few days later, I would again on-camera doing the same with Marina on a turntable for a commercial porn video in a basement porn studio in Nuremberg while a black American college girl from Cleveland named Susan watched. I had modeled nude for art classes in which Susan was a student.
And the day before that, I would engage in the same sex-acts in another commercial porn video with the black peepshow girl named Angela, while her cousin, the same Susan, and a small invited audience watched.
And over the next two days I would be naked on-camera for two more porn videos while Susan and different audiences watched.
And after Marina and I had finished making our only video together, we were both procured as asshole-licking white whores for a sex-party brought about by two dozen black Caribbean men and women.
And they invited Susan to the party to also use me as a whore to rim her.
END OF PART ONE
I had intended to become a naked scandalous white male piece-of-ass. I wanted to be just like those shameless male and female sluts on the Reeperbahn. Partly it was to retaliate.
In America I had been a slavish sissy white cuckold who had enjoyed watching five well-endowed black bulls fuck my white wife. She was a really filthy white cuckoldress for black males.
Each of these virile black males had made my filthy white-slut wife lick-out and tongue-fuck their black assholes before they would fuck her. Most of the time my white bitch wife got kicks out of licking their unwashed black assholes clean.
I had to stand naked looking like a stupid ninny with my mouth open while holding my bare white buttocks while I watched. I enjoyed watching her sputter and spit out her dirtied saliva until the superior black guy's asshole was licked clean.
Her black male bulls also insisted that my wife and I always be naked in the house. When any or all of the black bulls let themselves into the house with their own keys, my naked wife and I had to get on our knees and kiss their shoes. When we stood up, I had to immediately put my hands on my bare white buttocks and open my mouth while they began using her for breeding and for sport.
My white wife had gotten pregnant by one of the black males. That did not interfere with her licking all five of black assholes clean while I watched for another nine months. After the biracial baby boy was born she left me and went to live with her mother.
So I had gone to Germany to be an asshole-licking white male slut and sex-performer in sex-shows there for spite against her. But as a middle age white male, I had wanted to experiment with being part of this raunchy depraved scene.
Within a day I had become one more of the Reeperbahn's numerous public pieces-of-ass. And I had been at it for two weeks at that point.
The bar looked like a typical bar on a hot summer day. But it wasn't. It was on the raunchy Reeperbahn in Hamburg, Germany. And it was a live-sex-show bar.
There was a padded red-rug-covered platform for naked live-sex-show performances joined to the inside of the bar counter. This sex-performance platform was ten steps from the open door.
The door was open ostensibly to let in some cool air on hot summer days and nights. But Freya, the forty-one-year-old brunette German bartender and manager had enlightened me that it was really for advertising.
Her naked male and female sluts who were performing on the sex-performance platform could be seen from the outside sidewalk. This lewd spectacle enticed sightseers in to buy her overpriced drinks.
I had been a naked white male slut who engaged in sex-acts on the platform in Bar 69 that was adjacent to the bar counter. And I had been a naked public piece-of-ass in live-sex peepshows next door to it with a black Jamaican girl named Angela. No one I knew had seen me.
I had originally met Freya while I was naked and performing sex-acts in the peepshow. Freya knew the black male manager of a live-sex-act peepshow and had gone next door to talk to him.
The gist of what she told him was that her black East African male sex-model had to go to German immigration the next afternoon. The East African male performed with a blond blue-eyed thirty-year-old Ukrainian female named Marina.
As Freya put it, she needed "another naked male piece-of-ass for the day." If that other naked male piece-of-ass was dirty, debauched, and dependable enough, she intended make use of his naked body to publicly perform sex-acts on her bar counter some additional days and nights.
The peepshow manager had vouched for me as being dependable white male slut. He added that I was the kind of "asshole-licking filthy white piece-of-ass" that she was looking for.
Freya liked the "dependable," the "asshole-licking," the "filthy," and the "piece-of-ass."
"Show me his sluttish bare white ass," she had cackled to the manager.
He had grinned and opened the door at the back of the peepshow and had pointed me out me to Freya.
At that moment a sexy black Jamaican girl named Angela and I were both functionally naked. That is to say, we both wore fetish chrome-studded-leather slave-collars, wristbands, and ankle-bands, but nothing else.
The black girl, like all of the interracial peepshow's black performers, wore white leather ones. I, like all of their white peepshow sex-models, wore black leather ones.
This costuming had been designed to assure that our anuses, bare buttocks, breasts/nipples, sex-organs, and facial identities were fully accessible for all-purpose viewing by their spectators.
At the moment that they had opened the door, Angela and I were publicly naked to the peepshow customers and sweating in the summer heat and hot bright spotlights. Sweat collected in tiny beads on our effectively naked flesh and sometimes gathered into droplets and ran down our bare skin.
We were both on our hands and knees in tandem on the red-padded-rug-covered peepshow turntable. I was behind her with my white face squashed deep into the sweating ebony flesh between her bare buttocks.
The turntable was slowly turning us around to provide all of the two dozen peep-show spectators with entire views of our naked anatomies, sex-organs, facial identities, and sex-acts.
If there might have been a tinge of shame when I first got naked and got onto that rotating platform, it had been outweighed by the thrill of doing something rebellious and being spiteful against my white wife.
And after the first minute of mixed emotions on that first day, I had been too physically active engaging in sex-acts to reflect on or feel anything.
The only thing I felt when Freya and the manager opened the door was instant fear. Was I doing something wrong? Was there some kind of a police raid? I was greatly relieved when it turned out that Freya only wanted to procure me as a naked piece-of-ass for her live-sex-show bar. Then I went back to giving the black girl a rim job.
When that first performance was finished and I got down naked off of the turntable I felt a tinge of shame. Well maybe it was more worry about who had seen me and what the consequences might be. When I slipped into my clothes, an apprehension for what I had just done still bothered me.
When I walked out into the arcade of the peepshow and saw people, I had a tinge of embarrassment. Many of them had almost certainly been mockingly looking over my naked flesh while I publicly engaged in sex-acts including rimming.
But hat was over and done. There was nothing that I could do about it.
After additional shows that day and aware that I had been photographed and videotaped, I had more anxiety about who had seen me, who would see me and where those video tapes and photographs would be shown and seen.
That night I had trouble sleeping. Did any Americans that I knew see me? What were those people thinking when they watched me naked and doing those things? How many people on the Reeperbahn would now recognize me as one more of the many debased pieces-of-ass there?
But the next night after that it did not bother me. Like other sex-models, I numbed to any shame and embarrassment. I just accepted my role. Having done it, there was nothing I could now do about any outcomes. Sex-models like me could not reverse being known naked sluts and public pieces-of-ass.
And while I could not reverse it, I also could not now make it any worse. I was already that, and more of it would not make me more or less of that.
Soon public nakedness while engaging in sex-acts became routine and acceptable. And it was kind of neat that people referred to me and thought of me as that naked male slut and that public piece-of-ass.
At that moment when the manager opened the small entrance door to the turntable area, the obscene public sex-act that Angela and I were publicly performing on our hands and knees was anilingus. In other words, I was giving her a rim job. My mouth was pressed against Angela's asshole, and I was lewdly licking around her saliva-wet anal flesh to amuse two-dozen paying customers.
From occasional muffled cackles and horselaughs coming through the viewing-booth walls, I knew that the paying spectators liked the down-and-dirtiness of my public rim-jobs. And since these paying spectators liked it the manager did, too. He insisted that I lick Angela's black asshole often and for tongue-tiring long times.
My face was squashed between sweating and saliva-wet black buttocks. Black ass-flesh mashed against my face and closed eyelids. I could see only darkness while I forced my tongue into Angela's saliva-wet asshole. Suddenly I heard the manager's voice.
"Tom, I have more sex-work for you after this show. More dirty public rimming. Ukrainian girl named Marina," he shouted with a German accent.
I withdrew my face from between the Jamaican girl's sweaty bare black ass and noticed my saliva glistening on her asshole.
I looked around to see where the manager's voice was coming from. In bright spotlights and on the turning turntable, I was disoriented. Light shined in my eyes, and the twenty peep-show windows seemed to go endlessly by me.
Then I spotted him. I also saw Freya.
She was sneering dirtily at what I had just been doing naked in front of her and the two-dozen peep-show spectators. She caught my eye, conspicuously shot a glance at Angela's bare black ass, and scanned my public nudity.
She dirtily grinned and winked a taunt at me. She turned, changed her expression to businesslike, and nodded her approval to the manager.
"That filthy rimming piece-of-ass is exactly what I need," she said loudly, in English. And I knew then that the work was for her.
"Okay to work for her, Tom?" the manager asked me.
"Yeah," I told him.
"Good," he told me. "Now continue sticking your tongue into Angela's black asshole for my customers, slut." The peepshow customers behind those peepshow windows could hear him. I heard guffaws and snickers while they continued to look through the peep-windows at effectively naked Angela and me.
Angela gave me a sneering grin and nodded toward her bare black ass. I placed my mouth back on her ebony asshole flesh, slipped my tongue out, and returned to forcing my tongue into her asshole for customer amusement. I heard the door close.
Fifteen minutes later, after I had finished rimming Angela and had performed several other public peepshow sex-acts with her, I pulled on my shorts, undershirt, and shower shoes. Angela pulled on her shorts, tanktop, and loafers.
She and I continued to wear our slave-collars, wristbands, and ankle-bands because we had to go back and perform live-sex-acts in forty-five minutes.
"Freya sounds rough," Angela advised me. "But she is okay to work for. The day before yesterday when you were off for the afternoon I did some time on top of that bar counter."
"Naked and sucking cock?" I asked.
"What else?" she replied cynically. "And the white Croatian guy under me sucked my cunt and licked my asshole. And Freya pimped the filthy white piece-of-ass as an asshole-licking whore for three rich Zulu girls from South Africa."
I shrugged. Many of the live-sex-show models in Hamburg could be procured as whores.
"She'll pimp-out your asshole-licking white male flesh, too," Angela told me with a taunting grin. "There's a back room with mirror that lets her see them, but they can't see her. Freya and I both watched the filthy white male whore. The Zulu girls all had big black asses. The filthy slut's asshole-licking white face just disappeared in between their black buttocks." She winked and shot me a grin.
"How much did he get?" I asked."
"Freya keeps the money. You white guys just keep your jobs. Okay, see you in forty-five minutes. Don't get your nasty tongue too tired licking her asshole."
I went outside. Freya was waiting. She gave me a contemptuous dirty sneer.
"Let's go, slut," she said with a grin.
She insolently placed her hand flat against my buttocks of my shorts and made a show of mockingly feeling my ass as we walked to the live-sex-show bar two doors down the Reeperbahn.
She shot a smirk at my slave-collar, wristbands, and ankle-bands as we walked sweating in the afternoon heat, and then she patted my ass.
"Where you from in the States, Tom?" she had asked me while we walked.
"Cleveland," I answered.
"What did you do there?" she asked.
"Nude art model," I answered.
What I was doing in Germany was different from nude art modeling in Cleveland. On the Reeperbahn the spectators looked upon us naked sex-models as prostituted sluts and ogled our public debauchery with appropriate smirks, grins, and sneers. That was our role. And that was their fun.
"My filthy pieces-of-ass are always completely naked," Freya told me. She took hold of my arm by its slave wristband, lifted it, and shook it. "No collars, straps, or anything. Not even a wristwatch. Totally naked makes you pieces-of-ass look debased. Like two sex-sucking swine in sixty-nine. Okay, bitch?"
"Yeah," I replied. "I'd rather be completely naked. These leather things get uncomfortable in this heat."
We got to the door of her bar. I glanced in.
The live-sex-show bar was typical of more than a dozen live-sex-show bars in the raunchy Sankt Pauli and Sankt Georg districts of Hamburg.
Abutting the back of the two-foot-wide (60 cm) and black-linoleum-covered bar-counter was a seven-foot by three-foot (2.2 m x 1 m) red-rug-covered sex-performance platform. The bar counter and the sex-performance platform were functionally one continuous surface.
On that platform, a naked male and female sex-model couple, like Marina and me, would engage in mostly oral sex-acts two feet (60 cm) away from any and all decently dressed customers who happened to walk in and sit at the bar.
Except for a very few instances where naked performers might occasionally engage in coital sex, we naked sex-performers were entangled in a sexual sixty-nine position while off-and-on engaging in mutual oral sex.
There were eleven bar stools. The only thing between the sex-performance platform and the customers was the width of the black vinyl bar counter.
The five stools in the center were the closest to us nude sex-models. They put the customers less than arm's length from Marina's and my naked flesh.
Sometimes customers sat and talked at one of the six tables scattered around in the dinginess of the room. This allowed them to be out of the bright ceiling-mounted spotlights. These ten spotlights shined brightly on naked sex-models lying in a sixty-nine oral-sex position on the sex-performance platform and on the adjoining bar top.
But most of these decently dressed customers jauntily, mockingly, and contemptuously would sit on the barstools a foot or two (30 to 50 cm) from us shamelessly naked public oral-sex performers. They would leer and sneer at us. It never really bothered me.
When they did, I was in my role as a naked pussy-eating and anus rimming public piece-of-ass. They were in theirs as decently dressed spectators. It all seemed quite proper.
Most customers were tourists, males or couples. At rare times they were groups of single female tourists. Customers walked in from the street sat, sipped drinks, and watched two sluttish naked models like Marina and me engage in oral sex-acts.
These sex-acts were a come-on to buy drinks. The naked cocksucking female like Marina lay in a sixty-nine position on top of the naked pussy-eating and rimming male slut like me.
The naked female slut always faced the door in these joints. The door at Bar 69 was slightly in from the sidewalk. The sidewalk was only ten to fifteen walking steps from naked Marina's face and my exhibited crotch, balls, and cock.
When customers came to the door, she would insert my male phallus into her mouth and begin a public cocksucking act while looking coaxingly at them. I would take this cue and begin publicly eating her pussy or licking her asshole.
After the drink was bought and paid for, Marina and I would usually stop our sex-act until the next customer came to the open door and looked in at our naked bodies.
And that is what thirty-two-year-old Marina had been doing when I first saw her from outside on the sidewalk.
She had been naked in a sixty-nine position on top of the naked black man on that platform constructed against the bar-counter. I quickly saw what we naked sex-performers looked like to the sightseers and customers.
In the peepshow my bare body and sex-act performances had been insulated from casual sightseers by a circle of spectator booths and I had been separated from even those paying spectators by a plywood wall with a viewing window. I could not make out anyone who might be observing me from behind those dark windows.
Here, even if not visible from the sidewalk, my naked body and acts of eating pussy and rimming anal flesh would be offered for added public sport than I had been in the peepshow.
Now I would be plainly seen from everywhere inside the bar and even by sightseers on the sidewalk, just like the two naked sex-models presently on the sex-performance-platform.
Bright spotlights were focused on both Marina's and the black East African man's nude bodies. With these bright spotlights shining on them, both bare sex-models were clearly visible to me from the night-darkened sidewalk.
"I'll sure be naked in public," I told Freya.
She mockingly patted my buttocks. "That's what you are, Tom, a dirty naked public piece-of-ass. You can't change it now." She waved her hand toward Naked Marina and the black sex-model. "Filthy sluts like them and you learn to like it."
I shrugged. I had been a naked public piece-of-ass in the peepshow for a week. And tomorrow I would be one here.
The only difference would be the slight embarrassment that I could see and talk with people looking at my naked body while I got my cock sucked, ate pussy, and rimmed anal flesh. I would have to adapt because if I refused, Freya would tell her friend the peepshow manager. And he would probably fire me.
"Any objections to being my filthy naked asshole-licking public piece-of-ass?" she asked me with a sneer.
"No, I'll do it," I said meekly. She gave me a wide dirty grin.
Marina had just filled her mouth and throat with his large black cock. Several people had gathered around us and were chortling and snickering at the two naked sex-show sluts.
We had gone in. Marina had looked at me with her big blue eyes while her lips were stretched around the African man's large phallus that was clearly deep into her throat.
Freya introduced her to me. "This is Tom, the filthy piece-of-ass you'll be with tomorrow."
Marina had slipped the large black phallus out of her mouth. A strand of her saliva followed it. She brushed her hand across her blond hair, looked at me with her big blue eyes, and said with a Slavic accent, "Hi, Tom."
"Hi, Marina," I said.
And that was that. She had returned to publicly sucking black cock.
She had been trying to entice the customers standing on the sidewalk to come in, but it was clear that she liked cocks in her mouth. I would be naked in a sixty-nine position under her naked body and perform with her the next afternoon.
Freya had motioned for me to follow her behind the bar counter. She had pulled up her dress, pulled down her panties, and turned her bare German ass to me. Marina, with her lips wrapped around a big black phallus, had glanced at me with her big blue eyes.
Without waiting to be asked, I had knelt behind Freya, shoved my face between her large middle-age German buttocks, and licked her anal flesh.
Rumor was that Freya was a lesbian, but she clearly liked guys to lick around her asshole. She had squashed and squirmed her ass tightly into my face and kept her squirming asshole tightly pressed against my mouth and tongue for several minutes.
"Okay, you got the job, Tom," she had told me as she took a step forward and let her bare ass out of my face. "You lick Marina's asshole while my customers watch tomorrow. Okay, bitch?"
"Yeah. Okay," I had told her as I stood up.
Marina, who had been watching all during the time, had slipped the big black phallus out of her mouth and grinned dirtily at me.
"I like you lick my asshole, Tom," the naked blond cocksucking whore had told me sweetly with a Ukrainian accent. Then, seeing someone looking in through the open door, she had slipped the long fat black cock into her mouth again and returned to her public cocksucking.
I had taken a long look at her lips wrapped around the black man's large fat saliva-wet penis while she looked at me with her big blue eyes. His African face had remained under her bare Caucasian ass and in front of her cunt, and he had never said anything.
Then I had gone back to the peep show. Angela was waiting for me.
Angela and I had taken off our clothes, except that we continued to wear our slave collars, wrist bands, and ankle bands. And we did several more live-sex-shows for their customers that night.
I was prepared when I went over to Bar 69 at about noon the next day.
I wore only tan shorts, a white sleeveless undershirt, and shower shoes, but no socks or underpants. I had to be naked all day, and I did not want to have a lot of clothes lying around.
In the afternoon, the Reeperbahn looked different. The night before, it had been humming with crowds of summer tourists and lit with flashing garish neon signs.
Now, in the bright daylight, summer breezes from Hamburg harbor blew urban dust and debris down the sidewalk. There were few tourists, and it looked a little drab.
The sex-show bar had its front door open to the early afternoon summer heat. Like all the other places in the area, the black velvet curtains meant to keep outsiders from looking in had been pulled wide open. The excuse was to let in cooler air.
The real reason was to let anyone on the sidewalk look in and see us scandalous naked sex-models on exhibit and illuminated by ten bright quartz spotlights mounted on the ceiling. It was an enticement to come in and buy a drink.
I looked at it for a few seconds because I would be naked, eating pussy, and rimming on it in a few minutes. I wanted an idea of what I might look like.
The ten radiant quartz spotlights were all turned on. They shined brightly on the red rug of the empty sex-performance platform back of the center of the bar counter. It called my attention to the fact that we naked sex-organ sucking sex-models were only ten to fifteen steps from the sidewalk.
Anyone would have a clear public view of our naked bodies and our oral sex-acts from the open doorway. That was the way it was. It was hot in the summer. It was tolerant Germany. They let all the sex-show joints do it.
There were only two people inside as I walked in. One, sitting on a barstool at the end of the bar counter, was Marina.
She was, only temporarily before she stripped naked, wearing tight white shorts, a short maroon tanktop, and shower shoes. Her blond hair was bunned-up and held that way with a blue plastic hair clip. She was a pleasingly plump and shapely woman. She gave me a nice smile.
The other person, standing and wiping drink glasses behind the bar, was Freya, wearing a tight blue skirt and a loose white blouse. She glanced at the clock. I was two minutes late.
"Hello, bitch," Freya greeted me with her mouth curled into a sneer. "Try to be on time next time."
It was Germany. They liked to be on time. The two women looked at each other. Freya wagged an index finger at Marina and then at me.
"Show time. Get naked, sluts," she told us with a taunting sneer.
I knew from the night before that we sex-models stripped at the end of the bar counter and put our clothes on a shelf there.
Each sex-show place was a little different. In the peep show, Angela, my black female sex-partner, and I were both naked in so far as having our sex-organs, anuses, and buttocks completely viewable. But there we both had to wear chrome-studded black leather slave-collars, wristbands, and ankle-bands so that we advertised ourselves as pieces-of ass.
In some places like Salambo's, around the corner, the sex-models wore elaborate costumes. But those costumes were carefully designed to scandalously exhibit sex-organs, bare buttocks, anuses, and female breasts to the customers while the sex-models publicly performed sex-acts on stage for large audiences.
Here in Bar 69, Marina and I were flaunted to Freya's customers fully nude. We were stripped totally naked while we candidly performed oral sex-acts for their razzing and taunting amusements.
Bar 69 was open to everyone in the adult public. In Germany that probably meant everyone over 15, male and female, were welcome to come in and ogle naked Marina and me and our public sex-acts.
Marina shot me a thin polite smile. I remembered how the blond blue-eyed Ukrainian slut's lips looked wrapped around a big black phallus. I imagined how they were going to look in a few minutes wrapped around my more modest Caucasian one.
She then seemed to remember how my face had looked in Freya's ass. She gave me a dirty grin. She told me later that she was imagining how my face was going to look squashed into her cunt and pressed into her ass.
She sauntered to the front corner of the bar and began stripping. When I got to her, she had already removed her tanktop. She had not worn anything under it. I took a look at her sensuous ample bare breasts and large fleshy-pink nipples.
While I was pulling off my undershirt, Marina kicked off her shower shoes and pulled off her short white shorts. She had a partly shaven tuft of blond pubic hair over the large split bulge of her fleshy cunt.
I kicked off my shower shoes and pulled off my Bermuda shorts. In a few seconds, we were both totally naked. She glanced at my crotch and looked at my penis as if savoring it. Marina was a professional public cocksucker and liked being one.
We walked naked around to the front of the bar. It was so that we could use a barstool to climb up onto the bar counter.
But it was also to give the ogling potential customers standing on the sidewalk a full view of our facial identities, bare asses, and sex-organs. They could perceive us as naked pieces-of-ass while we were preparing to get in position to publicly perform sex-acts for people like them.
I glanced out toward the sidewalk and saw two German teenagers, a boy and a girl, looking in at us. I shrugged. They were the same age as high school art students and younger college art students for whom I had often modeled nude in Cleveland.
Marina had walked naked by the open door countless times and was unembarrassed by people glancing in from the sidewalk. Like me, she had been a nude art model as well as a naked live-sex-act model.
Being naked in front of decently dressed people bothered neither of us. But it did feel strange to be walking naked in a public bar in full view of everyone out on the sidewalk.
Freya intentionally gave my dangling penis an insolent sneer.
Naked Marina was swaying her bare ass as she walked. She was clearly walking that way to intentionally drew attention to the undulating movement of her shapely bare female buttocks.
The Ukrainian whore turned and shot me a quick dirty smirk as we walked to a barstool in the center of the bar counter, then turned and continued on. I looked at the shape of her fleshy white bare ass.
She turned again, saw me looking at the sensuous undulating movements of her bare ass, and looked my naked body over with a coy grin.
"You like my ass, bitch?" she asked me.
"Nice ass," I told her.
"I like you lick my asshole a lot today," she told me. "Okay, Tom?"
I looked out on the sidewalk and saw several potential customers, two snickering European women and three grinning European men, looking in at our naked bodies from ten steps away.
Freya glanced at the potential paying customers dirtily looking in at her two naked pieces-of-ass, Marina and me. The dirtier and more degraded we were, the better for her business. She glanced at Marina's bare ass and then shot me a dirty grin.
"Tom, you stick your nasty tongue into Marina's asshole a lot, too," she told me. "Okay, slut?"
"Okay," I told her.
I nodded to Marina. "I'll lick your asshole a lot and stick my tongue into it a lot."
Naked Marina shot me a wide grin. "Cool," she said. The naked Ukrainian whore stuck out her tongue at me, and waggled it to mock what mine would be doing on her anus.
She waited by the center barstool. I had to get up on the bar first because I had to lie under her naked body in a sexual sixty-nine position with my face under her ass.
I got a knee on a barstool, climbed up onto the cold black-linoleum-covered bar-counter. Feeling somewhat clumsy in my nakedness on public view, I got on top of it, crawled across it, and got onto the padded red rug of the sex-performance platform built up against it.
I lay on my back with my head toward the rear of the bar. The shapely naked Ukrainian whore shot me a coy sneer as she struggled somewhat clumsily in her nakedness to get up on a barstool. She crawled up onto the top of the bar-counter and crawled across the bar-counter onto the platform and got her bare body over mine.
Her ample breasts hung down like sacks. As she lowered her bare ass over my face, I took a last look at the people looking in from the sidewalk. And then the heavy naked Ukrainian woman lowered her body to press hard down on mine.
Then all I could see were the fleshy insides of her perspiring upper thighs, her sweaty bare buttocks, some of her blond pubic hairs, the split bulge of her cunt, and her anus.
To entice the people who were watching us to come in, she immediately slipped my penis into her mouth and began publicly sucking it for their entertainment. It was my cue. I raised my face into her cunt and began eating her pussy. She reacted to the sexual thrill with a slight spasm.
To satisfy her that I would do what she asked, I licked upward on her twat and got my tongue on her asshole. I not only licked around it, I forced my tongue in and out of it several times.
Freya cackled contemptuously. Marina squeezed her bare thighs against both sides of my head to communicate satisfaction with my asshole licking.
But those customers went away. Then there was nothing to do for several minutes. I looked at the lazily turning mahogany blades of the ceiling fans and watched several insects flying around them. But looking up at the half-dozen bright quartz spotlights hurt my eyes.
So I looked at the sweating flesh of the Ukrainian woman's buttocks in front of my face. I could see beads of perspiration on the pores of the flesh of her ass. Tiny droplets of sweat clung to the almost invisible tiny blond hairs of her buttocks.
Her asshole was still wet with my saliva and glistened in the bright spotlights. I tried to count her anal ridges, but I lost track and gave up. I looked at the fillet-like inner lips of her cunt, and then the blond pubic hairs around its outer lips.
A blond German boy and blond German girl came in. I could only guess their ages. They seemed high school or college age, somewhere between 16 and 19. I guessed about 18. For years I had modeled nude in college art classes for teenage students their age in Cleveland.
I was glad to see them. They broke the monotony of looking at Marina's sweating meaty bare ass, saliva-glistening asshole, and fleshy cunt.
Both of the young Germans had cameras. One seemed to be a video camera. The other was probably a digital camera.
They both had a snobbish and businesslike attitude. They contemptuously looked over Marina's and my bare bodies with sharp cold blue eyes.
Marina slurped my limp penis into her mouth and began her act of public cocksucking for them. I pressed my face into her cunt and began my public act of eating pussy. The girl leaned over Marina's bare ass and grinned at me licking around in the Ukrainian woman's cunt.
She asked me something in German. Freya spoke to her from behind the bar.
"Naked female whore is Ukrainian. Naked male whore is American," she told the German girl. "Filthy naked American whore will lick her asshole if you ask him in English."
The German girl glanced at Marina's asshole. She could see that it was wet with my saliva from licking around it. She shot Freya a pleased look while I continued to eat Marina's pussy.
Still looking pleased at what she had heard, the haughty teenage girl shot me a contemptuous smirk. She brushed her long blond hair back and grinned dirtily at me.
"Okay. Lick her asshole so I can get some good video, filthy naked whore," she told me.
He's available if you want to use him as an asshole-licking whore," Freya told her.
"Not right now," the blond girl replied. She turned her attention to my face under Marina's bare ass. "Lick her asshole, whore," she told me.
Knowing that I had to dirtily comply and be videotaped licking Marina's asshole by her camera, the German girl raised it so she could see the viewfinder and pointed it at Marina's bare ass and my face.
She captured a shot of me licking upwards from Marina's fleshy saliva-wet cunt and around Marina's saliva-wet asshole.
The German girl snickered. She videotaped my facial identity and me while I gave Marina's asshole a rim job. She and the boy exchanged grins, sneers, and giggles as she moved her video camera in close.
"You're a filthy naked male slut," she told me. My tongue was busy slipping around Marina's asshole, and I did not reply.
The boy snapped several snapshots, two of which included his blond girlfriend, and then pulled out a notebook and wrote something in it. The girl grinned at me dirtily while she videotaped me.
I continued to lick Marina's asshole. The haughty German girl stepped back and shot our whole naked bodies and oral sex-acts from the side. Over the top of Marina's bare buttocks I could see the German girl move in to videotape Marina sucking my cock.
Then the blond girl panned her video camera over toward Marina's ass and my face to capture more of me giving a public rim job.
I pressed my face into Marina's ass and forced my tongue into her asshole. The boy took some more photographs, some of which again included his girlfriend videotaping naked Marina and me.
When I backed off a bit and licked around Marina's asshole, the videotaping blond girl grinned at me licking around it. She slowly moved in to capture a very close close-up of my licking tongue on Marina's saliva-wet anus. Then she moved to a different angle toward Marina's ass from in back of my head.
After a minute, she stopped videotaping my rim-job on Marina's anus. I continued to do my job and licked anal flesh while I looked sideways over the round fleshy mounds of Marina's bare ass at them. They were obviously doing some kind of research project.
When Freya asked them, in English, if they would like some drinks, they had a brief whispering conversation among themselves. Over the top of Marina's bare ass, I could see some of them shaking their heads negative, and then they started toward the door. Down on the lower end of my body, I could feel Marina put her head on my pelvis and wait that way for another customer.
Two Japanese couples came in. Marina again slurped my cock into her mouth and began sucking. I again began licking her cunt, and then licking her asshole. The Japanese tourists exchanged snickers and giggles. One of the men and one of the women took a couple photographs.
They snickered and giggled while taking long shots of our bare bodies entwined in a sixty-nine position and close-ups of her sucking my cock and me eating her pussy and licking her asshole. But when Freya asked them if they wanted any drinks, they shook their heads no, and left.
"That's daytime," Freya said with a sigh. "Nighttime they come in and buy drinks and watch you debauched pieces-of-ass. Daytime they just look and go."
Marina and I did not care one way or another. We got paid anyway. But neither of us said anything.
I looked at the perspiring flesh of her ass again. The weight of her naked body pressed my naked body into the red rug and its foam padding underneath. Her body heat added to my own. Marina was a little uncomfortable, too. She shifted her weight on the slippery perspiring surface of our two pressed-together bare bodies.
"Okay, Marina and Tom, you can take a five-minute break," Freya told us.
Marina lifted her body off of mine. I felt a sudden coolness as a soft breeze blew over my perspiration-soaked chest, belly, and groin.
She crawled across the bar-counter and clumsily eased herself down, first onto a barstool, then onto the linoleum floor. I rolled over, got on my hands and knees, crawled across the bar-counter in back of her, and got clumsily down in my nakedness from the bar-counter.
Marina knew the routine. The sweating naked Ukrainian woman sat at the end barstool nearest the sidewalk. She faced toward the open door and spread her legs to exhibit her cunt toward the sidewalk.
I sat on the barstool next to it. I could see from what she was doing that we naked sex-models were still on display to entice more customers to come in. I spread my legs to exhibit my male sex meat toward the sidewalk.
To make sure I knew, Freya grinned at me and said, "Keep your legs spread apart. Let them see your cock and balls, slut."
I looked out to see who was looking in. A lady in a summer dress walked by while walking her schnauzer dog on a leash. She glanced in, but kept on going like she had seen it before and saw what she expected.
Five German men and five German women tourists stopped. The women were wearing either summer dresses or shorts and tanktops. The men were wearing shirts and slacks.
They all pointed at naked Marina and me, especially at our wantonly displayed sex organs. They exchanged sneers, laughs and snickers and then engaged in some tittering chatter in German along with more snickers.
After a minute they came in. Most had some kind of camera and began photographing and videotaping us two nudes. Freya motioned for Marina and me. "Pieces-of-ass back up on the bar," she said loudly.
While we were taking a minute to climb back up and get back into our 69-sex-act position, the ten tourists looked over our bare bodies and sex-organs.
They smirked and snickered and exchanged a titter in German while they continued to photograph and videotape our bare flesh. They flagrantly took close-ups of each of our bare asses, assholes, and sex-organs while we climbed up onto bar-counter and crawled to get into our sex-act position.
One of the men patted Marina on her bare ass and felt around it. One of the women patted me on my bare ass and felt around it.
"Fine sluttish pieces-of-ass, aren't they," Freya told the two Germans feeling ours asses in English for our benefit and to let them know that the management did not disapprove of their insolently petting us naked sex-models.
The woman's disrespectful hand feeling around my bare ass felt smooth and sensual. She made a point to contemptuously feel deep between my buttocks and then to mockingly smack pats on my bare ass.
The German man felt Marina's twat as she began to crawl across the bar-counter toward the sex-performance platform behind it. The German woman enclosed her hand around my penis and balls and fondled them for a second while I crawled across the bar-counter. The other Germans laughed and exchanged comments about it in German and photographed and videotaped the two feeling our bare asses and fondling our sex-organs.
Marina and I did not look at them or at each other while we crawled to the red-rug-covered sex-performance platform get into a sixty-nine position.
Immediately after lowering her heavy sweating body down on mine with her ass over my face, Marina had slipped my cock into her mouth. Then I began eating her odoriferous pussy.
There was a stir of smirks, sniggers, and cackles. I licked upward and around Marina's asshole. There was a contemptuous female cackle and a few more chortles and snickers.
One of the women and one of the men pointed small video cameras at us and recorded our bare bodies while we engaged in mutual oral sex. Two of the men and one of the women took still photographs of us from several different angles.
These ten customers bought some drinks. Normally after the drinks were served to the customers, it was a signal for Marina and me to cease our oral sex-acts. But it was afternoon, and few customers dropped in at that time. Freya had a feeling for repeat business and word-of-mouth advertisement to spread business.
"Keep sucking cock, Marina. Keep licking asshole, Tom. Until I tell you two pieces-of-ass to stop," she told us. She turned to the German customers. "She's Ukrainian. He's American. I have to talk to the naked pieces-of-ass in English."
"That's an interesting combination of pieces-of-ass," a young brown-haired and blue-eyed German woman told Freya with a wry grin as she videotaped me licking Marina's asshole.
Naked Marina and I continued to perform oral sex for their entertainment. She slowly sucked my cock, and I sluggishly licked her asshole for another minute. The German customers sat talking in German, exchanging laughs and guffaws, and sipping drinks.
From what I could see over the round sweaty mounds of Marina's Ukrainian ass, one or another of them was always videotaping or taking photos of naked Marina and me and out oral sex-acts. They surveyed our bare flesh and sex-organs and watched our oral sex-acts with smug grins and kept on with conversation between themselves in German.
"You like your cocksucking work, slut?" I heard one of the guys ask Marina in German-accented English.
I could feel Marina abruptly stop sucking my cock to answer him. I kept licking her asshole.
"It's fun," she told him in Ukrainian-accented English.
A pale-skinned blond woman with arrogant brown eyes raised herself slightly off of her barstool and grinned at me over Marina's bare buttocks while I slipped my tongue around her saliva-wet anus. "You like licking her asshole, American bitch?" she asked me.
I backed my mouth and tongue off of the Ukrainian whore's anus. "Yeah, I'm happy," I told the sneering German woman. She squawked a contemptuous cackle and taunted me with a sneering grin at me as I returned to licking around Marina's asshole.
The ten Germans exchanged some snickering conversation in their own language, gulped down the last of their drinks, and marched out the door while my mouth and tongue were still on Marina's asshole.
Marina lifted the weight of her bare body off of mine. A strand of my saliva followed her asshole up until it broke and splashed on my face.
She and I crawled naked over to the edge of the bar, let our bare bodies down onto the barstools, and then to the floor. We said nothing to Freya or each other as we walked slowly to bar stools nearest the door and sat.
The red vinyl felt cold on my bare ass for a second. As before, we sat with our legs spread wide apart, displaying our sex-organs toward the sidewalk. A couple dozen people, mostly tourists, walked by. Most of them stopped and took a look. All those who looked pointed at our exhibited genitals while grinning, snickering, or giggling. But then they went on.
"So how is nude modeling for art classes in Cleveland?" Freya asked me to break the silence.
"It's a job. I get sore holding poses," I told her.
Marina kept her legs spread wide to exhibit her cunt to passersby and turned to look at me. "I did nude photography modeling in Kiev and Moscow," the naked Ukrainian woman told me. "You model nude on-camera?"
"Yeah, lots of times," I said while my legs were spread wide to exhibit my cock and balls to passersby.
"So nude on-camera in porn is okay?" Marina asked.
A short fat balding Italian man and a tall shapely Italian brunette woman sauntered in, each of them carrying video cameras. They both videotaped the naked Ukrainian woman and me sliding our bare asses off of the barstools.
"Want to do a porn video, Tom?" Freya asked.
"You mean for them?" I asked while pointing to the Italian couple videotaping Marina's and my naked bodies.
"No, ten American dollars for a commercial amateur smut video, bitch," she answered me. "Fifty dollars if you do four of them."
"With Marina here?" I asked.
"With her. And with the black whore from the peep-show, Angela," she replied.
"Three of us?" I asked.
"No. Two smut videos with each one. You lick asshole in all four. Okay, slut?"
"Sure. Okay," I told her.
Marina glanced at my cock and then grinned at me. She seemed to like the idea of doing a video with me. But I found out later that she was pleased with the added pay she would get and glad that I accepted.
"The porn shooting studio is owned by some rich blacks from Africa and the Caribbean," she told me as we were getting ready to climb up onto the sex-stage. "They also own this place and the peep-show next door."
Marina gave me a glance as if expecting a reply as she and I got our knees onto two adjacent barstools to begin climbing up onto the bar again.
"I heard about them," I told her. "They make mostly interracial porn."
The Italian woman boldly patted my bare ass and then felt and squeezed it as I climbed up onto the bar. She enclosed her hand around my genitals and fondled them.
"Real piece-of-ass, isn't he?" Freya grinned to the Italian woman. It was Germany, but the common world language was English. It turned out that she said that to all the women who felt my ass. It was to let them know there was nothing improper about them doing it.
"Yeah, real slut," the slinky Italian woman said with an Italian accent. She grinned at me while more boldly and insolently fondling my penis and balls, and then returned to feeling my bare ass again. Her boyfriend videotaped it.
Marina and I crawled up onto the bar-counter and across it onto the sex-performance platform. While the Italian woman looked at my cock and then grinned dirtily at me, I lay on my back. Marina lowered her sweaty body onto mine as we got into a 69-sex position.
When I looked over the tops of Marina's bare buttocks, both of the Italians were videotaping us. They videotaped Marina and I licking and sucking each other's sex-organs. The grinning Italian woman cutely videotaped a long close-up of my face while I was licking Marina's asshole.
And a few days later, I would again on-camera doing the same with Marina on a turntable for a commercial porn video in a basement porn studio in Nuremberg while a black American college girl from Cleveland named Susan watched. I had modeled nude for art classes in which Susan was a student.
And the day before that, I would engage in the same sex-acts in another commercial porn video with the black peepshow girl named Angela, while her cousin, the same Susan, and a small invited audience watched.
And over the next two days I would be naked on-camera for two more porn videos while Susan and different audiences watched.
And after Marina and I had finished making our only video together, we were both procured as asshole-licking white whores for a sex-party brought about by two dozen black Caribbean men and women.
And they invited Susan to the party to also use me as a whore to rim her.
END OF PART ONE
