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   {ASS} Bar 69 4/2 {by Nudemodel} (M,F interr oral anal exhib humil
rimming true)



   After Bar 69 is the second story in a series of four.  It is a
fictionalized story of an American white male nude art model, Tom, from
Cleveland who finds job as a naked sex-model publicly engaging in sex and
rimming a naked black Jamaican female, Angela, in an open-to-the-public
live-sex-peepshow on the Reeperbahn in Hamburg, Germany.  While it is drawn
from experience, characters, situations, and places have been changed and
rendered completely 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.



   AFTER BAR 69

   By Nudemodel



   It was noon on a hot summer Saturday.  I was a public naked
piece-of-ass, and I had to go to work on the Reeperbahn in Hamburg.  I took
off my wristwatch, shoes, socks, shirt, tee shirt, slacks, and underpants.



   When I was naked, I pulled on a sleeveless shirt, shorts without
underpants, and shower shoes without socks.



   I had to go down the street to perform in live-sex peepshows with a
black Jamaican girl named Angela.  I put on a chrome-studded black leather
slave-collar, chrome-studded black wristbands on each wrist, and
chrome-studded black ankle-bands on each ankle.



   The peepshow manager's French wife designed this fetish apparel that
intentionally neglected to conceal buttocks, anuses, genitals, breasts, and
nipples.



   All of their otherwise-naked sex-models wore them.  Their shows featured
interracial sex.  Naked white pieces-of-ass wore black ones, and naked
black pieces-of-ass wore white leather ones.



   "It's so you whores look like dirty slave-sluts instead of arty nudes,"
she had cackled with a French accent.  "Customers pay to sneer at our
debauched slave pieces-of-ass."



   I had been one of her naked pieces-of-ass in that peepshow on Thursday.



   During breaks between shows, Angela suggested that since I was the only
male nude art model named Tom in Cleveland, her art-student pen-pal friend
Susan might have drawn me in figure drawing classes.



   Susan was a black eighteen-year-old Army brat.  Susan's father now
worked in recruiting office in Cleveland but had been stationed in Germany.
Angela and she were actually distant cousins.  They exchanged letters and
e-mails.



   Just before I got to the peepshow on the raunchy Reeperbahn, I stopped
in front of one of the many sex-show bars and peeked in.  I called the
joint "Bar 69." All day Friday I had been the naked male half of the
sex-act with a naked blond blue-eyed Ukrainian woman named Marina on top of
that bar.



   Freya, the proprietor, looked up from behind the bar counter, saw my
sex-show costuming, and knew where I was going.  On Thursday, she had gone
to the peepshow to tell the manager that her black African male who
performed with Marina had to go to German immigration the next afternoon.



   Freya picked me instead of two younger more attractive guys because she
had seen me performing anilingus on Angela.  "I need a dirty naked male
piece-of-ass for Friday, and you're that bitch," she had told me.



   She waved cutely this time.  "Hello, Tom," she hollered with a grinning
sneer.  I waved back and continued on to the peepshow.



   Behind the glass of the peepshow advertising case facing the sidewalk
were six color photographs of us sex performers.  The photos were lined up
in three pairs under hand-printed times for our live-sex-shows.



   Angela, the other four sex-models, and I had been photographed totally
naked except for our chrome-studded leather slave-collars, wristbands, and
ankle-bands.  The photos had been taken while we were on our hands and
knees on the office desk.



   The manager's wife had taken all six shots from behind and slightly
below the desktop level.  "Spread your legs lewdly wide apart and look back
at my camera," she had commanded all six of us nude sex-models while she
crouched behind our naked buttocks.



   "They're advertising photos.  They'll show you naked pieces-of-ass
sluttishly touting your asses, assholes, and sex-organs to people on the
sidewalk like dirty whores.  I make you sluts look back at the camera to
show them your facial identities."



   While Angela and I had stood naked after getting down from the desk, she
picked out the two Polaroid shots that were now in the sidewalk ad case and
showed them to us with a contemptuous sneer.  "Customers come in to see our
defiled naked whores like you," she had told Angela and me with an insolent
laugh.



   Now, several days and ten live-sex-shows later, I started in from the
sidewalk.  For some reason I looked back.



   Two circa eighteen-year-old black girls stopped at the advertising case
facing the sidewalk and began chuckling and snickering at the photos of us
sluttishly touting our bare asses, assholes, and sex-organs to everyone on
the sidewalk like dirty male and female whores.



   One black girl had a pencil-row hairstyle, wore a white tanktop, green
shorts, white socks, and white name-brand sneakers.



   The other had straightened blond-dyed hair, and wore a blue blouse,
short white shorts, white socks, and brown loafers.  Her short white shorts
fit snugly and revealed some of the bottoms of her shapely round black
buttocks.  She carried a video camera.  Did I see her somewhere before? 
Maybe it was because both her pretty face and ebony ass resembled Angela's.



   The blond-haired black girl pointed to my photo and giggled, "I saw his
bare ass, asshole, cock, and balls in..." A noisy large truck went by on
the Reeperbahn, and I missed the rest.  But I noted that it was American
English.



   The truck went by, and I could hear again.  The tall black girl
answered, "Yeah, let's watch your whore-cousin degrade this filthy slut,"
she grinned while she tapped at the photo of me.



   "They're on in three minutes," the blond-haired black girl said while
pointing to photos of Angela and me.



   They snickered and sneered for a few seconds at our scandalous photos
and then rascally swaggered inside.



   "Your cousin looks a lot like you, Susan," the tall black girl with
pencil-row hair wisecracked.



   "Two of us can fit in a booth," Susan suggested to deflect it.



   "We gotta see him actually doing it," said the tall black girl.  They
were obviously American military brats and knew from experience that they
could both get into a viewing booth.



   They stopped at the other advertising case just inside the door.  It had
close-up photos of each of the three female faces on the outside bulletin
board giving blowjobs and each of the male faces on it eating pussy.



   Beside these were a mixture of photos of coital sex acts, photos of
white females rimming black males, and white males rimming black females,
including a close-up of me with my white face turned sideways between
Angela's bare black buttocks to clearly show my tongue licking her ebony
asshole.



   The black girl with the blond hair patted her video camera and pointed
to it.  "Sure likes his face in her black ass.  Be fun to get comments when
we show our dirty video," she sneered to her girlfriend with a nod at her
video camera.



   The other girl nodded approval and snickered.  They were caught up with
the photos for another few seconds and did not see me.



   The peepshow joint had a green terrazzo floor.  Large ceiling fans
turned slowly in the sultry summer air.  Several houseflies buzzed around
them.  I was hot and sweating.



   Way in the back, the pretty ebony face of Angela smiled as she waved to
me.  She was same five-feet-five-inch height as the teenage girl with the
blond-dyed hair, but about five years older.



   She was barefoot and ready to go with her chrome-studded white leather
slave-collar, wristbands, and ankle-bands on.  She wore red lipstick
lightly applied, lightly applied mascara and faint purplish eye shadow.



   Her straightened black hair was cut in a short female style and fastened
back with a blue plastic hair clip.  Her red tanktop only partly covered
her fairly flat female breasts and revealed she had no bra.  Her cut-short
tight white shorts that revealed more of the bottoms of her shapely round
black buttocks than the ones the teenager was wearing.



   Video booths lined both walls.  Customers would watch videos of naked
sex-performers engaging in coital sex, fellatio, cunnilingus, and anilingus
while waiting around to watch naked real live-sex-show performers like
Angela and me perform those same sex-acts.



   Male biology limited coital sex in live-sex-shows.  Angela and I had to
do five or six forty-five-minute shows every day, seven days a week.  I
might fuck her in one show per day.  But usually not.  We mostly did
cunnilingus, fellatio, and anilingus, which we performed in a variety of
sex-act poses and positions for forty-five minutes each show.



   I would lick her titties.  She would lick my balls and then briefly suck
my cock, long enough to entertain the spectators with public cocksucking,
but not enough to cause me to ejaculate into her mouth and then be sexually
done for the show.



   Then I would eat her pussy.  Then I would lick her asshole.  Then she
would lick my balls and slowly suck my cock in a different position.  Then
I would lick her asshole and her cunt in a different position.  Then she
would lick my balls and slowly suck my cock in yet another position.  And
so on for forty-five minutes.



   The turntable continuously rotated us, so spectators in the booths could
gawk at our sex-acts, naked bodies, sex-organs, bare asses, assholes. 
Along with these, they could scrutinize our facial identities and
expressions from all angles.



   A red neon sign pointed to fifteen booths arranged in a circular pattern
a dozen steps back into the joint.  These had been constructed specifically
for gawking at naked sex-models.  They had been built for a single standing
customer in each booth, but the management tolerated couples squeezing into
them.



   They even tolerated three college-age students squeezing in.  At five
German marks for about two minutes of viewing in each of the fifteen
booths, they made about two thousand marks, or around a thousand dollars,
for each forty-five-minute live-sex-show, up to seven to eight thousand
dollars per day.  They lost little and gained repeat customers.



   The two college-age black girls were giggling just in back of me.  "See
his slave-collar and stuff?  He's your piece-of-ass model that we're going
to watch," the one with pencil-row hair shrieked with glee.



   Before I could turn, the manager saw me and glanced at his wristwatch.
It was two minutes to show time.  "Get naked, Tom!" he barked.



   I nodded to him that I would.  Then I turned around.  The black girl
with the blond-dyed hair and the nice ass looked me over and grinned
lewdly.



   "You're the whore who's gonna lick her asshole while I watch, and I've
seen you naked before," she told me with a smirking sneer.



   She patted her video camera to let me know that she was also going to
videotape me doing it, but said nothing.  A sign said: No Cameras.  No one
paid attention to it.  Management never said anything to the customers. 
But the black college student clearly did not want to test her luck.



   She knew, however, that the management had made all the sex-models sign
model releases because the videos and photos often found their way into
public showing and publication.  And she could thus get away with showing
and selling the videos.



   I was trying to remember if I knew her when I felt a hand feeling my
ass. I turned.  It was Angela.  She had told me on Thursday that she
relished the feel of my face in her ass and my tongue on her anus. 
"Face-in-ass time, Tom," she told me in a Jamaican accent.



   "Face-in-ass time, Tom?" taunted the blond-haired black girl with the
nice ass.  I shrugged.



   Angela began pulling off her tanktop and I began pulling off my gym
shirt as we hurried five steps to the door to the peepshow turntable.  In
back of us, the two teenage girls were snickering and laughing.  Other
customers were leering lewdly and sneering at us two sex-model sluts who
would be on naked public exhibit engaging in sex-acts for them



   We got to the door bare from the waist up.  Angela and I glanced back.
The black girl with the blond hair was right in back of us and videotaping.
She winked and stuck her tongue out at me.  Angela smiled at her and patted
my ass.  She seemed to know the teenage girl.



   "Just for Susan, first thing you're going to do is lick my asshole,
bitch," Angela told me loudly for the girl's benefit.  "Best way to show
you doing it is I'll get on my hands and knees."



   "You know this Susan?" I asked her as I opened the door.  She nodded at
the black girl videotaping us, winked dirtily at me, and stepped into the
access door.



   "She's my distant cousin and pen-pal.  You modeled naked for her art
class three times," she said.



   "Oh," I said.  I glanced back at Susan, but I did not remember her out
of the hundreds of art students I had modeled nude for.



   "You probably don't recognize her because she didn't have blond hair
when you modeled nude for her in art classes," Angela told me.  "She just
started that blond stuff.  Wants to think she's German or white or
something."



   I followed Angela in and shut the door.  Neither she nor I minded anyone
seeing us naked.  But the manager's wife wanted the door shut for some kind
of quirky legal reason.



   The access area to the turntable was small.  I kicked off my shower
shoes.  Angela and I bumped against each other as she and I slipped off our
shorts.  Neither of us had worn underpants.  I glanced at her tuft of kinky
black pubic hair and cunt.



   It was a hot day and even hotter in the heat of bright peepshow
spotlights.  Our naked flesh was already moist and slimy with perspiration.
And our skin had gotten wet and sticky under our leather slave-collars,
wristbands, and ankle-bands.



   The red-rug-covered turntable was two feet above the floor and eight
feet in diameter.  Surrounding it were the fifteen peepshow booths.



   There was a narrow one-foot-wide access area on the green terrazzo floor
between the turntable and the wall of fifteen viewing booths.  It had not
been cleaned.  A few candy bar and cigarette wrappers were scattered around
on the floor, and there were shoe prints in the dust where one of the
maintenance people had walked to repair shutter-raising mechanisms on
viewing windows.



   When a spectator put five marks of coins into a coin box inside each of
the viewing booths, a small electric motor raised a shutter for about two
minutes and allowed views of naked sex-models like Angela and me.  If no
more coins were dropped in, the shutter then dropped over the window until
more coins were put in.



   The center of the slowly rotating turntable was five feet from any and
all of the viewing windows.  The edge of the turntable was one foot from
any and all of the windows.  Sometimes some part of the bare body of a
sex-model might extend some beyond it.  So Angela's and my naked anatomies
were always on view from distances between a few inches and a few feet from
spectators.



   But to us naked sex-models, it looked like a tiny private room.  The
slowly turning turntable was two feet above floor, and the customers stood
on the floor-level.  The spectators were looking straight out ahead at
Angela's and my sex-organs and bare asses.



   We naked sex-models had no idea who was looking at us or who might be
videotaping or photographing us in those dark booths.  We were either
looking down at the windows when were standing, or we were slightly below
the viewing windows when we were lying or kneeling on the turntable.  The
glare of seven bright quartz spotlights shined in our eyes and glared
brightly off the dark booth windows.



   Angela put a foot up on the slowly turning turntable and got onto it. 
She immediately got on her hands and knees and spread her legs.  She did
not even look back at me.  I glanced at her shapely bare ebony ass.



   I got up on the slowly turning turntable.  It was suddenly like a
slightly different world.  The turntable seemed almost to stand still, and
the fifteen viewing booths seemed to go around us.



   All of the viewing-window shutters were up.  Over twenty spectators were
ogling Angela's and my naked anatomies and delighting in having purchased
our public debauchery.



   I got on my knees behind Angela's bare ass.  Her sweat glistened on her
shapely round ebony buttocks in the hot bright spotlights.  Between them a
droplet of sweat ran down the crack of her ass and over the dark pigmented
flesh of her anus and down into the black pubic hair on the right side of
the split bulge of her cunt.



   "What are you waiting for, Tom?" Angela said without looking back. 
"Lick my asshole, bitch."



   I bent forward and placed my hands on the turntable rug between Angela's
ebony thighs.  I took another glance at her asshole while I spread my legs
to give the spectators a good view of my bare ass, asshole, and dangling
balls and cock like in the photos facing the sidewalk.



   Then I pressed my face into her ebony ass, pressed my mouth against her
asshole, slipped my tongue out, and began licking around and around the
firm flesh of her anus.  Along with several cackles and guffaws, I could
hear two black college girls yelling shrieks of mockery and glee.



   "Face-in-ass time, Tom!" Susan loudly ridiculed from behind one of those
twenty dark windows.  Knowing that she was videotaping, I spread my legs
more obscenely wide apart to give her a view of my ass, asshole, and
dangling sex-organs.



   I squished my mouth against Angela's asshole, and forced my tongue as
far as I could squeeze into it a dozen times.



   When I returned to licking around her anal flesh, Angela continued to
squash her sweaty black ass tight against my face and squirm her asshole
around my mouth.



   My nose was squashed into the crack of her ass, and in order to lick her
asshole, I had to keep my mouth against it.  My oral activity stimulated a
flow of saliva, and I had to obscenely gulp it while licking her anus and
then vulgarly suck breaths by saliva-wet anal flesh.



   I backed my face away and looked at her sweaty black ass and the saliva
wetness around her asshole.  A slight breeze made me aware of the saliva
moistness all around my mouth.  I had watched one of the German female
sex-models perform anilingus in a big black male ass on that same
turntable. I knew that the saliva all around my lower face and chin was
glistening in the bright spotlights.



   I wanted to get my mouth and tongue into the soft flesh of Angela's cunt
and smell and feel the odorous wetness of her cunt juices smearing around
my mouth and lower face.  "How long do you want me to lick your asshole,
Angela?" I asked,



   "Five minutes minimum, bitch," she told me.  "I'm enjoying it.  So are
those girls and everybody.  And you want to give them a good dirty video,
don't you, Tom?"



   I licked her asshole until my tongue got tired.  Then I licked her cunt
from behind with a tired tongue and a stiff neck.  In a way, I felt like I
was posing nude for art classes again.  It was getting more sore and less
fun.



   Then she moved her ass and cunt out of my face.  Knowing what that
meant, I stood up.  She knelt in front of me, slurped my penis into her
mouth, and began giving a public blowjob.



   Angela and I went through poses, positions, and sex-acts like this for
more than another half-hour.  She sucked my cock.  She stood up, and I
knelt down and ate her pussy.  I lay on the turntable and she sucked cock
again.  She lay on her stomach on the turntable, and I pressed my face
between her buttocks and licked her anus.  I stood up and she sucked my
cock.  She was careful not to suck me off because we had to keep the show
going and had to do it all over again in an hour.



   But she had been turned-on from me licking her asshole.  When I licked
down from her asshole onto her cunt and got my mouth on her clit, it was a
hard little nob.  And shortly after that she had a female orgasm while
moaning and squishing her aromatic wet cunt into my face.



   And then she rolled over on her back and just lay there for a minute
with a blank look at me.  She sighed and clenched her jaw.  Knowing that we
had a show to do, she turned over onto her stomach again, spread her legs
wide apart.  She looked back at me over her bare black ass, and nodded
toward her asshole.



   I eased my face over her ass, pressed it between her slippery sweating
black buttocks, and licked her asshole for a couple minutes.  And then she
crawled around, inserted my cock into her mouth, wrapped her lips around
it, and cocksucked it hard again.  Then she slurped my stiff white male
phallus slowly in and out a dozen times.  And then she stood up and I knelt
behind her and squashed my face between her buttocks and licked again.



   All the while coins kept dropping into boxes.  The peepshow joint made
over a thousand bucks for that one live-sex-show.  I got five bucks. 
Angela got fifteen.



   When a little bell rang and told us it was over, we got off the
turntable, slipped into our clothes, and went down and got a pizza.  The
teenage girls were nowhere to be seen.  They had come; they had seen; and
they had videotaped.



   "Not to worry," Angela told me with a shrug.  "You're a piece-of-ass. 
Susan came to ogle your bare ass and videotape you licking my anus for fun
with their friends."



   And back in Cleveland for the first day of college drawing classes,
there was Susan.  She still had blond-dyed hair.  She kept a serious
nonchalant face while she drew my bare body in numerous poses.



   At the end of the modeling session, and while I was still naked, she
saucily sashayed up to me.  She studied my dangling male sex-organs as I
pulled on my robe.  The last of the other students left the classroom.



   "That was a really dirty peepshow you did in Germany, Tom," she
coquettishly told me.



   "I'm surprised you recognized me.  I only modeled three days for your
college class.  You have a good memory for faces," I responded.



   "Actually I remembered your bare white ass, asshole, penis, and
testicles," she cutely asserted.



   "Well, your fine black ass looks a lot like your cousin Angela's," I
countered.



   "So you want to lick my anus like hers?" she propositioned.



   "Any time," I grinned.



   "Okay.  Face-in-ass time, Tom," she taunted and saucily stuck out her
tongue at me.  "Angela E-mailed me that you told her you enjoyed licking
her asshole.  That true?"



   "Yeah," I answered.



   She sneered a dirty grin at me and slipped her hand under my robe and
impolitely felt around my bare ass.  Pressing her hand against the flesh of
my buttocks, she guided me toward a nude-model dressing booth.



   We slipped quickly into it and closed the door.  I knelt on floor.  She
pulled up her dress and slipped down her panties.  I caught a glimpse of
the blond-haired black girl's tuft of kinky black pubic hair before she
turned and placed her bare black ass in front of my face.



   "Pussy hair shows you're not a natural blond," I joked.



   But she resented what she thought was an innuendo.  "Natural or not, I'm
going to have your white face in my black ass degradingly licking around my
black asshole, bitch," she said as she stuck her tongue out at me.



   I pressed my face between her ebony buttocks, got my tongue on her anal
flesh, and licked.



   "Stick your tongue deep into my asshole, bitch," she told me.  I forced
my tongue into it several times and then went back to licking around her
anal flesh.



   "You make a video of Angela and me?" I asked quietly into her black ass
after a minute of rimming her.



   She moved her ass out of my face.  "Video came out lousy.  Your tongue
felt neat though, slut," she whispered



   She pulled up her panties and pulled down her dress and smoothed it out.
I stood up and she turned so we stood face to face in the small
model-undressing booth.  She looked me over with a grin and a sneer.



   "I'm taking a video course this semester.  Angela's coming to visit me
next summer.  You want to make a good dirty asshole-licking video with
her?"



   "Sure," I said.  She patted my bare ass and gave me a dirty wink.



   "Okay," she turned and grinned as she saucily strode away, putting an
emphasis on her swaying fanny.



   She had a dirty grin for me when I came in to model nude for the next
figure drawing class two days later.  "Hi, Tom," she said sweetly as she
pointedly looked at my penis and then stuck out her tongue at me.  I
grinned and got into a pose.























   
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