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"Bar 69" is posted in MS WORD, but here is, slightly edited, for ASSM readers
in ASCII. Nudemodel
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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. They
were fictionalized from experiences of a white American
male nude art model, Tom, from Cleveland. Tom finds job
as a dirty 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. Characters,
situations, and places have been rendered fictional.
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-show 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 live-sex-act peepshow two doors down the
street from her bar.
She had gone to the peepshow 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 had opened the door at the back of the peepshow
and had pointed me out me to Freya.
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.
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.
At the moment that they had opened the door,
Angela and I were 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 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 clean-shaven 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 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 after the first minute of mixed
emotions, I didn't feel much of anything.
Public nakedness while engaging in sex-acts had
now become old habit, and it was kind of neat that
people referred to me and thought of me as a male slut
and a public piece-of-ass.
The obscene public sex-act that Angela and I were
at that moment 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 it to amuse the 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 the paying spectators did,
the manager did. He wanted me to lick Angela's black
asshole often and for tongue-tiring long times.
My face was squashed between sweating and saliva-
wet black buttocks that 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 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. I also saw Freya.
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 dirtily grinned 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. Many guffawed and snickered
while they continued to look through the windows at
effectively naked Angela and me.
I placed my mouth back on Angela's ebony asshole
flesh, slipped my tongue out, and returned to forcing
my tongue into her asshole for their 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. 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 Freya
is okay to work for. I did some time on top of that bar
counter a couple months ago." She winked and shot me a
grin at what I would have to do. "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 an
arrogant 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 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. 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 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 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 us.
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 that shined on us 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 sat on the
barstools a foot or two (30 to 50 cm) from us
shamelessly naked public oral-sex performers while they
leered and sneered at us. It never really bothered me.
I was in my role. They were in theirs.
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 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
filthy 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 large middle-age
German buttocks, and licked her asshole flesh.
Rumor was that Freya was a lesbian, but she
clearly like 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?"
"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 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. 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 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, 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.
Here, in this joint that I called Bar 69, Marina
and I were flaunted to Freya's customers fully naked
while we candidly performed oral sex-acts for their
razzing and taunting amusements. It was open to
everyone in the adult public, probably to anyone or
either gender over 15.
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, 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. 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 cocksucker
and liked being one.
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 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 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 swaying her bare ass as she
walked. She 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.
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
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 not exactly guess their ages, but they seemed
between 17 and 19. I had to guess that they were both
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.
Knowing that I had to dirtily comply and be
videotaped licking Marina's asshole by her camera, she
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 me and
my facial identity while I gave Marina's asshole a rim
job. She and the boy exchanged grins 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 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
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 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, 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.
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 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
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