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{ASS} Bar 69 4/3 {by Nudemodel} (M,F interr oral anal exhib humil rimming
true)



   On-Camera After Bar 69 is the third story in a series of four.  It is a
fictionalized story of an American white male nude art model, Tom, from
Cleveland finds job as a naked sex-model and publicly engages in sex and
mutual rimming with a naked Ukrainian female, Marina, on-camera in a porn
video in Nuremberg, Germany.  Wealthy Afro-Caribbean people who have paid
to use these two filthy pieces-of-ass as their white asshole-licking whores
in a dirty black-on-white sex party afterwards observe the making of the
video.  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 sexual humiliation, please read another
story.

   .

   ON-CAMERA AFTER BAR 69

   By Nudemodel



   Susan, a small shapely twenty-something young black woman with
dyed-blond hair, had been a student in art classes in Cleveland where I had
modeled nude.



   She always had a wry grin for me.  After she had seen me as a naked
live-sex-show piece-of-ass in a couple joints in Hamburg, she grinned and
flatly told me I was a slut.



   Now we had gone, separately, from Hamburg to Nuremberg.  It was a summer
morning and already hot.  Knowing that she would be there waiting to watch
me strip naked and perform sex-acts on-camera for a commercial porn video,
I crossed the cobblestone street.



   The joint specialized in interracial porn, but they did not limit
themselves to it.  The owners were several black Americans from New York.
On the outside, the place looked like an average sleazy American porn video
arcade.



   Garish neon signs invited customers.  But it was Germany, and everyone
could see color photographs advertising their currently appearing naked
sex-models on a bulletin board outside.  They had standardized them.



   All their sex-models had been photographed from behind and below while
their hands and knees totally naked on the edge of their small stage. 
Anyone on the sidewalk could see these photographs of their naked
sex-models.



   Like all of the other sex-models, naked Marina and I had been captured
with our bare behinds toward the camera and our legs spread sluttishly wide
apart to flaunt our asses, assholes, and sex-organs.



   All the other sex-models, as well as Marina and me, could be seen
looking back toward the camera to divulge our facial identities along with
our bare asses, assholes, and sex-organs.  Unlike the other photos, the
ones of Marina and me were clearer and more professional looking.  Susan
had taken those photographs.



   Visible on a lobby bulletin board to anyone walking up to the glass
entrance were large 30 cm by 40cm (10 inch by 12 inch) color photographs of
naked sex-models engaging in sex-acts.  Since Marina I had already made
porn videos over the previous two days, there were photos of us.



   There were three photographs of Marina giving a naked black Nigerian
male a rim job.



   She and the black male had performed that sex-act in several positions
over the length of the porn video.  But the advertising photographs only
showed the position where he was lying on his back while holding his dark
ebony legs back over his body with his arms clasped under his bent knees.
Blond and blue-eyed Marina lay on her stomach on the turntable.



   The first photo was a close-up that showed her white face buried deeply
into his crotch.  Black flesh of his ass surrounded the lower half of her
white face while she clearly strained her neck muscles to force her tongue
into his asshole.



   The close-up photo next to it showed her face under his stiffening large
black penis and hairy balls and pressed against his beefy black ass.  Her
tongue was stuck way out onto his asshole and her face was tilted so that
he facial identity was quite plain.



   I knew from experience that the saliva-wetness glistening all around her
mouth, on his asshole, and on his ass-flesh between his black buttocks was
from having her face squashed deep into his ass while licking his asshole
and sticking her tongue into it for about two minutes.



   A wide shot showed all of their naked bodies in the same position.  Her
tongue licking tongue had slipped to a new spot on his saliva-wet asshole,
and both of their facial identities were clear.



   Beside these were three photographs of me giving a naked black girl
named Angela a rim-job.  In both photographs Angela and I were on our hands
and knees, with me behind her shapely bare black buttocks.



   The first photograph was a close-up showing my white face squashed into
her black ass.  It had been taken while I was forcing my tongue into her
asshole.  Looking at it, I could clearly remember the squishy feel of her
soft saliva-wet ass-flesh against my facial cheeks and chin and the hard
feel of her asshole against my tongue.



   The second photograph also showed a close-up of her bare black ass and
my white face.  My tongue was stuck way out and in contact with her asshole
while my face was tilted to the side to clearly reveal my facial identity.



   Saliva wetness glistened all around my mouth, cheeks, and chin and
between her black buttocks because when the photograph was taken, I had
been licking her asshole and sticking my tongue deep into it for about two
minutes.



   The other photo was a wide shot of both of our bare bodies.  My licking
tongue had slipped to a slightly different place on her saliva-wet asshole.
She was looking back and ginning at me, and both of our facial identities
were quite clear.



   Susan had also taken those four photographs of Marina and me, and they
were better quality, also.



   Farther inside were video booths offering a minute of watching two or
more naked porno models engaging in sex-acts for a one-mark coin.  And
there was a video-projection theater with porno movies of the same for
three marks.



   But the joint also had a live-nude-girl peepshow.  Moreover, to work in
the peepshow, the females had to agree to make at least three hardcore porn
videos in their basement smut-video studio.  These porn videos were shown
in their booths and in their porn theaters all over Germany.



   Many of the nude female dancers stripped and did it with their
boyfriends.  Others did it with their pimps.  But understandably,
boyfriends or pimps often refused to go naked on-camera as pieces-of-ass
for spectator sport.  Then the management had a small stable of males, or
would get a willing male customer.



   The basement porn studio had been constructed solely to produce porn
videos.  It had a small ten-foot-by-twelve-foot stage about two feet above
the floor.  Centered on it was an eight-foot-diameter blue-rug-covered
turntable.



   Unlike the constantly turning turntable in the live-sex-show, this one
rotated only when the camera person decided to press a button and turn us
naked sex-models to a new angle on our faces, naked bodies, sex-organs,
bare asses, or sex-acts.



   He or she would press this button beside the video camera and rotate the
turntable to capture a new angle on us porno models.  Camera people would
also use the video camera zoom to get wide shots of our whole naked bodies
or close-ups of our faces, sex-organs, asses, assholes, or mouths engaging
in oral sex.



   Creating a porn video was a piece of cake for the camera person.  We
naked porno models did everything.  All that the camera person had to do
was rotate us to whatever angle he or she wanted on our flesh, faces,
sex-organs, or sex-acts and zoom in or out on us.  The camera person sat on
a stool and hardly moved through the whole half-hour-to-forty-five minute
videotaping session.



   Then the porn-video makers would make a couple hundred copies of the
tape and immediately use a half-dozen of them in the theater and video
booths upstairs.  They sent the other copies out to be similarly used in
their other smut emporiums scattered around northern Europe.



   Susan had been enjoying her summer as a young black woman in Germany. 
Officially, she was supposed to be studying art and photography.



   But Carlotta, a thirty-something black female videographer from Paris,
and before that, Haiti, had invited her to a porn shooting.  Carlotta knew
that Susan had seen Marina and me stripped naked on top of a bar counter in
Hamburg and publicly engaging in oral sex in a sixty-nine position.



   Susan had snickered and sneered when I had done rim jobs on Marina's
anus for her and other customers' entertainment.  She had also seen me
licking the anus of a pretty young black slut named Angela and engaging in
other sex-acts with her in a peepshow almost next door to the bar.



   Angela and I had made a dirty video the previous day.  There had been a
slight scene when the black whore refused to lick my anus on-camera.  She
had done it a couple times in the peepshow.  But she refused to be
videotaped and photographed doing what she called the dirty degrading
sex-act.  But I had no qualms about being videotaped and photographed
rimming her black asshole.



   They did not anticipate the same problem with Marina.  She had licked
the black Nigerian's asshole on-camera the previous day.



   In using, Marina, a blond white Ukrainian, and me, a white American,
Carlotta was temporarily backing out of the interracial theme.  But it was
because a group of rich blacks she had met had paid her the Deutschmark
equivalent of about two hundred dollars to watch two naked whites licking
each other's assholes on-camera and then play with us at a party later at
their rented villa.  Marina and I would each get twenty dollars in addition
to our porn pay.



   The elderly lady at the change booth saw me, recognized me, and pressed
a button that sounded a buzzer in the basement studio to let them know I
was on my way down.  I went down.



   A dozen bright spotlights mounted on the ceiling and on tripods were
meant to illuminate up the naked flesh of us porno models.  But for the
moment they only brightly lit the blue rug of the turntable and the gray
vinyl of the stage surface surrounding it.



   Behind the stage on the wall was a sparkle-painted sign that advertised
the porn corporation.  Two couches, three easy chairs, and several steel
folding chairs faced the porn stage, enough seating for a dozen spectators.
Carlotta had told me that they always had about five to fifteen paying
spectators.  The ones who would watch Marina and me had not yet arrived.



   Marina was already naked.  Her shorts, tanktop, and sandals were on one
of two folding metal chair against the wall.  That was all she had worn.



   Carlotta wore blue jeans, a thin black tanktop revealing that she felt
her almost breasts required no bra, and white sneakers.  Bit if she had
almost flat breasts, she had a sizable shapely ass the fit tightly into her
jeans.  Around her neck was a silver jewelry chain that held a large
chromium cross, as if to keep Dracula at bay.



   Her long straight black hair fell way below her shoulders.  She had
slightly rich smooth ebony skin, round brown eyes accented by heavy blue
eye shadow and thick mascara, and a perpetual impish grin on her lips,
accented by thick deep red lipstick.  She perpetually had a self-important
catty air about her.



   "Well, glad to see my filthy male piece-of-ass is finally here," she
told me.  "Get naked, Tom."



   Near her was a fifty-something blond blue-eyed German manager in a black
sweatshirt named Fritz.  Naked Marina remained kneeling behind him as he
began to pull up his gray rumpled slacks.  I could see, from the saliva
wetness all around her mouth, that she had withdrawn her face from between
his buttocks where she had been licking his asshole.



   As I stepped out of my shorts, tee shirt, and shower sandals, Marina
shot me a sheepish smile that called attention to the saliva wetness around
her mouth.  I laid my cloths on the other of the two folding chairs.



   Fritz had already gotten his kicks with Marina.  I knew that I had to
lick Carlotta's asshole.  She cattily sidled up to me, placed her hand
around my penis and testicles, and manipulated them while grinning
predatorily at me.



   "Lick my asshole, Tom," she told me with a contemptuous sneer.



   While Marina and Fritz looked on, she slipped down her expensive
designer blue jeans and panties.  I knelt behind her, and she backed her
bare black ass into my face.



   My eyelids instinctively closed as her soft cool ass flesh surrounded my
face.  I slipped out my tongue and licked around the hard flesh of her
asshole.  Then I forced my tongue in and out of it.  After a minute or two,
Carlotta was satisfied.  She stepped forward and pulled up her panties and
jeans.



   I stood up, aware that, like Marina, there was a saliva wetness all
around by lower face.  Carlotta shot me a smug grin just as the door
opened. It was Susan.  She looked over naked Marina and me with a wide
grin.



   Marina was a mildly plump blond blue-eyed Ukrainian in her mid-thirties
with slightly sagging breasts and large auburn nipples.  She had a roundish
face and an arrogant-looking upturned nose.  She wore light makeup,
including faint blue eye shadow and light mascara that brought out her pale
blue eyes, and blue nail polish.  It accented her stark nakedness.



   I was a graying brown-haired fifty-something American.  I had been a
nude model for college art classes in Cleveland.  Susan, an art student,
had seen me naked there.  She and the other invited sex-party guests had
also seen me naked in live-sex-shows in Hamburg.  She had remarked about my
pot belly in both art classes and at the live-sex-shows.



   The pubic hair around my dangling cock and balls was, like my eyes,
brown.  Susan had said that she noticed my moderately long narrow nose
mostly because she saw it pressed into flesh between buttocks and into
pussies.



   Susan wore a light-green summer dress with darker green flower patterns
that contrasted with her ebony skin and made her seem like a free spirit of
the summer air.  She got there just as Carlotta was buckling the belt of
her jeans.



   Susan could see the saliva-wetness around Marina's and my mouths and
knew what we had been doing.  She grinned knowingly while looking pointedly
at our lower faces, but she said nothing.



   "You coming to the party, too?" naked Marina asked Susan.



   "Yeah, but I'll be a dressed partygoer, and you and Tom will be our
naked whores," Susan said nicely, but with a touch of mocking us. 
Carlotta, Susan, Marina and I knew that the group of blacks had procured
Marina and me specifically as naked white whores for their party.



   The other guests began clamoring down the stairs.  They were all rich
black tourists from the Bahamas, Jamaica, and Haiti, three classy-dressed
black women and four neatly dressed black men ranging from in their late
teens to their late thirties.  Most of them carried either still or video
cameras.



   They all looked over naked Marina and me standing near the sex-stage. 
We were their naked asshole-licking pieces-of-ass.



   "Those two are our filthy white whores," one of the black men announced
to the others.



   Some leered with contemptuous sneers, some with heckling smirks, some
with mocking grins.  Two of the black women giggled at our nakedness and
what they would use us for.  Several took out their cameras and shot
pictures or videotape of our naked bodies.



   It was hot, even in the basement porn studio and we were all sweating.
Unlike the people with sweat-absorbing clothes on, naked Marina and I just
sweated.  Sweat glistened in tiny beads and sometimes ran down our bare
white flesh.



   "These our two naked white bitches for the party?" an eighteen-year-old
sexy snobbish black girl in a red dress asked in a slight French accent,
revealing she was one of the rich Haitians.



   "These are your two white asshole-licking filthy pieces-of-ass, Marina
and Tom," Carlotta introduced us.



   "Hi Marina and Tom," she and the guests said in taunting tones while
making points of looking at our genitals.



   Marina and I weakly waved back and mumbled, "Hi."



   "Nice asshole-licking pictures of you two white whores in the lobby,"
one of the older black guys snidely commented with a grin.



   "We all saw both of the black asshole-licking videos you whities made,"
another black guy informed Marina and me in a Caribbean English accent.



   The group of black spectators could see the glistening wetness smeared
around Marina's and my mouths, chins, and cheeks.



   "Your faces are wet.  Did you sluts just finish giving rim jobs?" a
thirty-something black woman asked with a French accent that betrayed she
was from Haiti.  A solicitous glance at my penis and an added taunting wink
and sneer at me advised me that she would definitely be using me as her
white asshole-licking whore.



   "Yeah," Marina answered lethargically for me.  The spectators shared
dirty grins with the others.



   Carlotta laid several forms and two pens on the stage.  "Model
releases," she told Marina and me.  One for us and one for Susan and each
of the guests, too.



   "We're going to get some pictures of you two dirty sluts licking each
other's assholes here and maybe some more at the party." an
eighteen-year-old blond-haired young black woman spectator said.



   Marina and I started to sign the fourteen model release forms.  A black
guy began feeling Marina's bare ass while she signed.  Marina paid no
attention to it.



   The blond-haired black girl felt my bare ass.  I pretended to pay no
attention to it.



   Carlotta picked up the forms, handed one to Fritz, and one to each of
the others, including Susan.  "Okay, you're free to take all the pictures
and videos of these naked bitches that you want," she told them.  "And to
show them and sell them to anyone."



   They filled in their individual names as photographers and witnessed the
forms for each other.  They finished and put the signed forms in a
briefcase that one of the black men was carrying.



   The black girl with the blond hair who had been feeling my ass stepped
back into the group.  A different black guy was now feeling around Marina's
ass.



   The black Haitian girl in the red dress stepped up to me and winked as
she wrapped her ebony hand around my cock and balls.



   "Tom, I'm Monique," she told me with a slight French accent.  "We drew
straws.  I get to use you as my asshole-licking whore first."



   "Okay," I told her.  She shot me a dirty grin betraying a touch of
relief.  Her saucy crudeness had drawn no sign or sound of disapproval, not
from me nor anyone else.



   "I'm also going to fuck you in the ass with a dildo and then make you
suck it after it comes out of your asshole," she told me with a grin while
studying my expression.  She gave my balls and cock a quick squeeze to
emphasize her proposition.



   Two weeks earlier a Korean couple had procured me as their whore after a
sex-show in the peep-show joint.  While he watched, she had fucked me in
the ass with a white plastic dildo.  Then she made me suck it after it came
out of my asshole.  So it would not be the first time.



   "Okay," I told Monique.



   "See you later, bitch," she grinned dirtily.  She gave my balls and cock
a squeeze and then let go and sauntered jauntily back to the others.



   Carlotta shot Marina and me a contemptuous sneer and gave Susan an
amused wink.  "Well, our fine filthy pieces-of-ass are getting weary of
waiting for their smut to be recorded on-camera," she said toward the group
of blacks.  "Sit down, relax, and enjoy watching your naked filthy white
whores in action."



   "Thanks, Carlotta," Susan and some of the others said and headed for the
chairs and sofas.



   As they sat down, we looked toward them and waved weakly.  Virtually all
of them were videotaping or photographing us.



   Naked Marina and I glanced sheepishly at each other, but said nothing.
We both realized that as far as Susan, the spectators, and Carlotta and
Fritz were concerned, we were porno meat.



   As it turned out, all of the black spectators continued to shoot their
own videos and take their own photographs of naked Marina and me throughout
our sex-performance.



   Marina and I were uneducated and probably a little stupid compared with
them, but average.  Now naked in front of them, I felt a little like a
prostitute waiting and willing to degrade myself on-camera in front of
them.



   It was the waiting and standing there.  When we were on stage and
engaging in sex acts, we were occupied and did not think about it.



   I could see them looking over our bare asses as we headed for the small
sex-stage.  As we stepped up on it, they rather clearly checked out our
anuses and genitals as seen from behind and under our bare asses.



   Carlotta had already told Susan and the others that the studio always
began its videotapings with the "pieces-of-ass" naked and facing the
camera. Marina and I of course knew it from making porn movies on it over
the last few days.



   "Sometimes our naked pieces-of-ass sit against the back of the stage,"
Carlotta told the others.  "Most often we make the sluts stand on the
turntable.  This gives the camera person an opportunity to rotate our
sluts' flesh, facial identities, sex organs, and bare asses around in front
of the camera like naked pigs on a spit for complete porn viewer
inspection."



   Marina and I went and stood in the center of the turntable.  Carlotta
stood by the video camera and pressed a button to rotate our naked bodies
around in front of its lens.  We just stared indifferently straight ahead.



   "I'll be back later," Fritz said.  Carlotta shrugged that she did not
mind.  He headed for the door, turned and ogled naked Marina and me on the
turntable for a couple seconds, and went out.



   "Okay, bitches.  Down on your hands and knees.  Which one of you wants
to lick asshole first?" Carlotta asked us.  She turned to the comfortably
seated spectators.  "The sound is on and recording me, making my defilement
of these two naked bitches both visual and auditory."



   "I'll do it," I volunteered.



   Marina got on her hands and knees.  While she grinned dirtily back at
me, I got on my hands and knees behind her.  I wanted to have something to
do, so I wasted no time.  I kissed the cheeks of her ass with a flair for
showmanship.  Then I pressed my face between her round fleshy buttocks, got
my mouth on her asshole, slipped my tongue out, and began licking around
it.



   My oral activity in her ass generated a flow of saliva.  I sounded
obscene gulping it while grunting and licking between her buttocks.



   I also had to breathe, and to do this, I obscenely sucked in and puffed
out air against the flesh of her ass.  As my face rubbed between her
buttocks, my saliva smeared on both the flesh in the cleft of her ass and
all over my lower face.



   Carlotta pressed a button and rotated the turntable so that Marina and I
were at a forty-five-degree angle to the camera.  Then she zoomed in on
Marina's bare ass and my face licking anal flesh.



   "He's not only a degraded dirty asshole-licking slut, he likes being
one," Carlotta spoke into the microphone and told the others and the later
wider porn audience.



   I tilted my head to the side so my facial identity could be clearly seen
and stuck my tongue out farther and licked anal flesh for its obscene
visual effect.



   I could see Carlotta watching me with a contemptuous sneer.  She just
let me do it.  I pressed his face into Marina's ass and forced his tongue
into her asshole.  Then I licked around it again.



   The spectators were quietly taking it in.  In the quiet of the smut
studio, there was only the faint humming sound of the video camera and my
obscene asshole-licking sounds.  Carlotta rotated the turntable to get
maximized angles on the sex-act and Marina and me.



   When my ass was toward Susan a couple times, I looked back to see her
scrutinizing my bare buttocks, anus, and dangling cock and balls between my
bare thighs.  She had seen me naked and posing in art courses.  And she had
seen me naked and licking assholes on the bar counter and in the peepshow.
But she seemed to get a slight additional thrill from seeing a dirty naked
male slut lick a naked bitch's asshole on-camera.



   "Okay, bitches," Carlotta told us.  "Change places."



   Naked Marina and I crawled clumsily and lewdly around on the blue rug of
the turntable until we were again in tandem, this time with her in back of
my bare ass.  She, like I had, kissed my ass before pressing her face
between my bare buttocks.  When I felt her slick moist silky tongue on my
anal flesh, I turned my head and grinned dirtily at her.



   She pretended to ignore it and licked around my asshole.  Like I had
done, she stuck her tongue far out and turned her head so the camera could
capture her facial identity while she licked my asshole.



   "Aren't these really filthy pieces-of-ass?" Carlotta asked.



   Marina obscenely grunted, gulped, sucked and puffed air to breathe in my
ass.  Like I had, she seemed to be getting a thrill out of being naked and
performing the dirty degrading sex-act on-camera.  Her oral activity on my
anus was turning me on.  I felt my phallus stiffening.



   "Tom, eat her pussy," Carlotta told me.  She turned to the others.  "I
have to keep my naked male bitches sexually interested and active while the
half-hour videotape plays out, and want this piece-of-ass to cool down so
he won't ejaculate before the end of the video."



   Marina stood up, planted her legs apart, and gave me a dirty grin.  She
got a kick out of forcing me to kneel in front of her with my face in her
crotch on-camera and in front of spectators.



   We were both public and pornographic pieces-of-ass, but we got kicks out
of debauching each other.  I ignored her sneer and knelt between her legs.
I pressed my mouth into the split of her cunt, and began licking it.  She
reacted with a sexual moan and spasm.



   She squirmed her cunt on my mouth and face.  I actively licked in it and
around her clit to gratify her sexual cravings.  She groaned, gasped, and
sighed while she squished her cunt onto my mouth and smeared her cunt
juices around to give me a facial.



   The video camera kept recording us performing the sex-act.  Carlotta
zoomed in on it, zoomed back out to capture our whole bare bodies engaging
in it, focused on Marina's facial expressions, focused on her cunt and my
face in it, and rotated the turntable several times to get good angles on
us and our public sex-act.



   I saw her glance at Susan several times and mockingly smile or
contemptuously sneer as seemed appropriate.  But mostly she concentrated on
getting a good dirty porn video out of us two pieces-of-ass.



   Marina's back arched.  She squashed her cunt firmly into my face and
squished it around.  She groaned a great sexual sigh as she squeezed my
head between her thighs.  Carlotta shot me a grin as Marina relaxed from
her female orgasm, she reached down, and gently pushed my snatch-scented
face out of her cunt.



   "Suck his cock, whore," Carlotta told her.



   Marina and I scrambled somewhat awkwardly in their nakedness on the
turntable.  I stood up.  Marina knelt down in front of me and ignored me
grinning down at her.



   She licked my dangling limp phallus to lubricate it.  Then she inserted
it into her cute mouth.  Her oral cavity became a sex-organ as my dong
slipped in and out with her lips wrapped around it.



   It stiffened in her mouth, and the naked cocksucking bitch more actively
sucked my cock on-camera while Carlotta, Susan, and the other spectators
watched.  Her blond hair flopped gently as her head bobbed to gratify my
male sexuality.



   She closed her blue eyes as if to block out Carlotta and the dozen black
Caribbean spectators savoring her debasement in front of them and the
capturing video camera.  But she may have savored the feel and flavor of
the stiff phallus in her mouth and going down her throat.



   After about a half minute, Carlotta saw me close my eyes and begin to
breathe heavily.  There was a lot of blank videotape left to fill before
she wanted me to ejaculate into Marina's mouth or give her a messy cum
facial.



   "Tom, lick her asshole, again," she told me.  She turned to the others.
"The piece-of-ass was going to cum.  And I don't want that because I have a
lot of minutes of videotape to fill."



   Marina knew what to do.  To put some variety into the video, she lay on
her stomach on the turntable.  I got on my knees between her legs.



   The day before, when I was making the video with Angela, Carlotta and
Fritz had told me to keep my ass high in the air while I licked between her
buttocks.  I knew it was so the camera could degradingly capture my bare
ass, asshole, and dangling sex-organs.



   So I knew what to do this time.  I bent over and pressed my face into
the divide between Marina's buttocks while at the same time keeping my own
bare ass high in the air.



   Carlotta turned the turntable so my ass was toward Susan and the other
spectators.  And they amused themselves studying my bare ass, asshole, and
hanging cock and hairy balls for about a half minute until she turned
Marina and me to a new camera angle.



   It went on like that for over a half hour.  Marina sucked my cock four
more times.  I ate Marina's pussy five more times.  Marina licked my
asshole two more times.  I licked Marina's asshole three more times.  Then
I ejaculated onto naked Marina's face, and it was over.



   Carlotta turned off the video camera.  While cameras clicked and home
video cameras hummed on us, Marina and I climbed clumsily down from the
sex-stage.  We grinned sheepishly at Carlotta, Susan, and the other
spectators.



   Carlotta placed her hand on my bare ass and tauntingly felt around it.
One of the black guys was feeling Marina's bare white ass.



   "Okay," Carlotta told the others.  "Our filthy white pieces-of-ass are
free to whore for our party.  I have a Mercedes parked by the door.  No
need for them to put any clothes on."



   We all began trekking toward the door.  Susan guided me with her hand
insolently feeling around my bare ass.



   "Remember, I get to use your white ass as my whore first," Monique told
me with a taunting slap at my bare ass.



   "I get your white ass after Monique, party whore," Susan added.























   
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