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   {ASS} Bar 69 4/1 {by Nudemodel} (M,F interr oral anal exhib humil
rimming true)



   Bar 69 is the first story in a series of four.  It is a fictionalized
story of a white American male nude art model, Tom, from Cleveland who
finds job as a naked sex-model publicly engaging in 69 and rimming a naked
Ukrainian female, Marina, on top of an open-to-the-public bar-counter in a
live-sex-show bar on the Reeperbahn in Hamburg, Germany.  While it is drawn
from experience, characters, situations, and places have been changed and
rendered fictional.



   If you might be offended by descriptions of nudity, public nudity,
public sex, nude models, sex-models, fellatio, cunnilingus, anilingus,
interracial sex, black-on-white sex, please read another story.



   BAR 69

   by Nudemodel



   The bar looked like a typical American 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 live sex performances
built up against the inside of the bar counter.  The sex-performance
platform was ten steps from the open door and could clearly be seen from
the outside sidewalk.



   As a middle-age white American male visiting Germany, I had wanted to
explore.  And I had.  I had already been a naked public piece-of-ass in
live-sex peepshows down the street with a black Jamaican girl named Angela.



   And that's how I had met Freya.  She was the tall brunette
forty-one-year-old German female bartender and manager of the live-sex-show
bar.  She knew the male manager of a peepshow two doors down the street.



   She had gone there to tell him 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 shapely thirty-something
Ukrainian female named Marina.  As Freya put it, she needed "another naked
male piece-of-ass for the day."



   The peepshow manager had vouched for me as being dependable and as being
one of his "good and filthy naked pieces-of-ass." Freya liked both the
"dependable" and the "filthy." He opened the door at the back of the
peepshow and pointed me out me to Freya.



   A sexy black 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.



   The black girl, like all of the sex-show's black performers, wore white
leather ones.  I, like all of their white peepshow sex-models, wore black
leather ones.



   This costume had been slyly 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.



   Angela and I were sweating in the summer heat and hot bright spotlights.
Sweat collected in tiny beads on our bare flesh and sometimes gathered into
droplets and ran down our 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 between the ebony flesh between her bare buttocks.



   The turntable was slowly turning us around to provide all of the
peep-show spectators with entire views of our naked anatomies, sex-organs,
facial identities, and sex-acts.



   The sex act that we were at that moment 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 it.



   "Tom, I have more work for you after this show.  Same thing.  Ukrainian
girl named Marina," the manager shouted with a German accent.



   I withdrew my face from between the black girl's sweaty bare buttocks
and looked around to see where his 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 and also saw Freya.  He looked serious.  She was
sneering dirtily at what I had just been publicly doing naked in front of
her and the peep-show spectators.  She caught my eye, conspicuously shot a
glance at Angela's bare black ass, scanned my public nudity, and grinned a
taunt at me.  She turned to nod her approval to the manager.



   "That filthy asshole-licking 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.



   "Okay," I told him.



   "Good," he told me.  "Now continue licking her black asshole for our
customers, slut."



   I placed my mouth back on Angela's ebony asshole flesh, slipped my
tongue out, and returned to licking around her anus for the amusement of
the peep-show spectators.  I heard the door close.



   Fifteen minutes later, after Angela and I had finished that and other
peepshow sex-acts, I pulled on my shorts, undershirt, and shower shoes. 
She pulled on her shorts, tanktop, and loafers.



   She and I left our slave-collars, wristbands, and ankle-bands on because
we had to go back and perform live-sex-acts in forty-five minutes.



   "She sounds rough," Angela advised me.  "But she's okay to work for.  I
did some time on top of that bar counter a couple months ago.  Okay, see
you in forty-five minutes.  Don't get your tongue too tired licking her
asshole."



   I went outside.  Freya was waiting.



   "Let's go, slut," she said.  She placed her hand on my ass and mockingly
felt it 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 asked me while we walked.



   "Cleveland," I answered.



   "What did you do there?" she asked.



   "Nude art model," I answered.



   "Being naked in front of decently dressed people obviously doesn't
bother you."



   "No," I told her.



   But 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.



   "My 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.  Totally naked makes you pieces-of-ass look
debased.  Like two 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.  I glanced in.  The live-sex-show bar was typical of
more than a dozen in the raunchy St.  Pauli and St.  Georgi districts of
Hamburg.  Flush with the back of the two-foot-wide and
black-linoleum-covered bar-counter was a seven-foot by three-foot
red-rug-covered sex-performance platform.



   On that platform, a naked male and female sex-model couple like Marina
and I would engage in mostly oral sex-acts two feet (60 cm) away from
whatever decently dressed customers happened to walk in and sit at the bar.
Except for a very few instances where naked performers might engage in
coital sex, they 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 top.  The five stools in the center put the customers less than arm's
length from us naked sex-models.



   Sometimes customers sat and talked at one of the five tables scattered
around in the dinginess.  This allowed them to be out of the bright
ceiling-mounted spotlights that shined on the bar top and adjoining
sex-performance platform.



   But most of these acceptably attired customers jauntily and mockingly
sat on the barstools a foot or two (30 to 50 cm) from us shamelessly naked
oral-sex performers.



   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 male
like me.



   The female always faced the door in these joints.  The door at Freya's
joint was two steps in from the sidewalk.  So the sidewalk was only ten to
fifteen 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.  She had been naked in a sixty-nine position on top of the naked
black man on that platform built up against the bar-counter.  So I knew
what we looked like.



   Bright spotlights were focused on both Marina's and the black East
African man's naked bodies.  Both bare sex-models were clearly visible from
the night-darkened sidewalk.



   Marina had just filled her mouth and throat with his large black cock. I
had been standing outside on the sidewalk with several people around me who
were chortling and snickering at the two of them.



   I had gone in, and she had looked at me with her big blue eyes while her
lips were stretched around the African man's phallus that was clearly deep
into her throat.



   Freya had introduced her to me.  "This is Tom, the male slut you'll be
with tomorrow."



   Marina had slipped the large black phallus out of her mouth, 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 buttocks, and licked her asshole flesh.



   "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?"



   "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
saliva-wet penis while she looked at me with her big blue eyes.  Then I had
gone back to the peep show.  Angela was waiting for me.



   Angela and I had stripped naked except for 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 Freya's bar at about noon the next day.



   I wore only tan shorts, a white sleeveless undershirt, and shower shoes,
but no socks or underpants.  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 their
scandalous naked sex-models who were on exhibit and illuminated by a
half-dozen bright quartz spotlights mounted on the ceiling.  It was an
enticement to come in and buy a drink.



   A dozen bright quartz spotlights shined on the red rug of the empty
sex-performance platform back of the center of the bar counter.  It called
attention to the fact that we naked sex-models were only ten to fifteen
steps from the sidewalk.



   I could see that it was a short distance and anyone would have a clear
public view of our naked bodies and our oral sex-acts from the open
doorway. 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, and 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 in that place we
both had to wear chrome-studded black leather slave-collars, wristbands,
and ankle-bands so that we looked more like pieces-of ass.



   In some places like Salambo's, the sex-models wore elaborate costumes.
But those costumes were carefully designed to scandalously reveal
sex-organs, bare buttocks, anuses, and female breasts while they publicly
performed sex-acts.



   Here, in this joint that I called Bar 69 that was open to the adult
public, Marina and I were flaunted fully naked while we candidly performed
oral sex-acts.



   Marina shot me a thin 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 gave me a dirty grin.  She told me later that she was imagining how
my face was going to look squashed into her cunt, or alternatively, 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.  I kicked off my shower shoes
and pulled off my Bermuda shorts.  In a few seconds, we were both totally
naked.



   We walked 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
to identify 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 about the same age as
the high school and college art students for whom I had often modeled nude.



   Marina had walked naked by the open door countless times and was
unembarrassed by people glancing in from the sidewalk as they walked by. 
Like me, she had been a nude art model as well as a naked live-sex-act
model.



   Neither of us were bothered by being naked in front of decently dressed
people.  But it did feel a little 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 clearly walking in a way that 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.



   "Okay," I told Marina.  She shot me a wide grin, 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.



   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 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 German blond college-age boy and blond college-age girl came in.  For
years I had modeled nude in college art classes for students their age.  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 looked our bare bodies over 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.  "She's Ukrainian; he's American," she told the German girl.  "Filthy
American piece-of-ass will lick her asshole if you ask him in English."



   The German girl shot me a contemptuous smirk while I continued to eat
Marina's pussy.  She brushed her long blond hair back and grinned dirtily
at me.  "Okay.  Lick her asshole so I can get some good video, whore," she
told me.



   I licked upwards and around Marina's asshole.  The German girl snickered
and pointed.  She and the boy exchanged grins and giggles.  "You're a
pretty filthy naked male slut," she told me.



   The boy pulled out a notebook and wrote something in it.  The girl
pulled out a hand-held camcorder and grinned at me dirtily while she
videotaped me.  I continued to lick Marina's asshole.  She 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.  She grinned at me licking around Marina's asshole while she
slowly moved in to capture it on tape in 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 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 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 bar stool, 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.  I sat on the one 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.



   To make sure I knew, Freya grinned at me and said, "Spread your legs
apart.  Let them see your cock and balls, slut."



   I did it and 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 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 anus
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, Ukrainian 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 sliped 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.



   Marina and I got our knees onto two adjacent bar stools to begin
climbing up onto the bar again.  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 named Susan watched.



   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 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 small 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 a dozen black Caribbean men and women.  And they invited Susan to
the party to also use me as her asshole-licking whore.

























   
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