{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 drawn
from experiences of a white American male nude art
model, Tom, from Cleveland. Tom gets job as a dirty
naked sex-model and publicly engages 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 and places
have been rendered fictional. 

BAR 69 

by Nudemodel 

The bar looked like a typical bar on a hot summer day.
But it wasn't. It was on the raunchy Reeperbahn in
Hamburg, Germany. And it was a live-sex-show bar. 

There was a padded red-rug-covered platform for live-
sex-show performances joined to the inside of the bar
counter. This sex-performance platform was ten steps
from the open door. Naked male and female sluts on it
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 thirty-year-old
Ukrainian female named Marina.

As Freya put it, she needed "another naked male piece-
of-ass for the day." If that other naked male piece-of-
ass was dirty, debauched, and dependable enough, she
intended make use of his naked body to publicly perform
sex-acts on her bar counter some more days and nights.

The peepshow manager had vouched for me as being
dependable. He added that I was a "filthy piece-of-
ass." 

Freya liked the "dependable," the "filthy," and the
"piece-of-ass." She then had asked the manager to show
her my slutty bare ass.

He 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 costuming had been designed to assure that our
anuses, bare buttocks, breasts/nipples, sex-organs, and
facial identities were fully accessible for all-purpose
viewing by their spectators. 

At the moment that they had opened the door, Angela and
I were nude and sweating in the summer heat and hot
bright spotlights. Sweat collected in tiny beads on our
effectively naked flesh and sometimes gathered into
droplets and ran down our bare skin. 

We were both on our hands and knees in tandem on the
red-padded-rug-covered peepshow turntable. I was behind
her with my white face squashed deep into the sweating
ebony flesh between her bare buttocks. 

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

If there might have been a tinge of shame when I first
got naked and got onto that rotating platform, it had
been outweighed by the thrill of doing something
rebellious. And 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 her saliva-wet anal flesh
to amuse two-dozen paying customers. 

From occasional muffled cackles and horselaughs coming
through the viewing-booth walls, I knew that the paying
spectators liked the down-and-dirtiness of my public
rim-jobs. And since these paying spectators did, the
manager did, too. 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. Black ass-flesh mashed against my face
and closed eyelids. I could see only darkness while I
forced my tongue into Angela's saliva-wet asshole.
Suddenly I heard the manager's voice. 

"Tom, I have more sex-work for you after this show.
More dirty public rimming. Ukrainian girl named
Marina," he shouted with a German accent. 

I withdrew my face from between the Jamaican girl's
sweaty bare black ass and noticed my saliva glistening
on her asshole where my tongue had just been licking.

I looked around to see where the manager's voice was
coming from. In bright spotlights and on the turning
turntable, I was disoriented. Light shined in my eyes,
and the twenty peep-show windows seemed to go endlessly
by me. 

Then I spotted him. I also saw Freya. 

She was sneering dirtily at what I had just been
publicly doing naked in front of her and the two-dozen
peep-show spectators. She caught my eye, conspicuously
shot a glance at Angela's bare black ass, and scanned
my public nudity.

She dirtily grinned and winked a taunt at me. She
turned, changed her expression to businesslike, and
nodded her approval to the manager. 

"That filthy rimming piece-of-ass is exactly what I
need," she said loudly, in English. And I knew then
that the work was for her. 

"Okay to work for her, Tom?" the manager asked me. 

"Yeah," I told him. 

"Good," he told me. "Now continue sticking your tongue
into Angela's black asshole for my customers, slut."
The peepshow customers behind those peepshow windows
could hear him. I heard guffaws and snickers while they
continued to look through the peep-windows at
effectively naked Angela and me. 

Angela gave me a sneering grin and nodded toward her
bare black ass. I placed my mouth back on her ebony
asshole flesh, slipped my tongue out, and returned to
forcing my tongue into her asshole for customer
amusement. I heard the door close. 

Fifteen minutes later, after I had finished rimming
Angela and had performed several other public peepshow
sex-acts with her, I pulled on my shorts, undershirt,
and shower shoes. Angela pulled on her shorts, tanktop,
and loafers. 

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

"Freya sounds rough," Angela advised me. "But she is
okay to work for. The day before yesterday when you
were off for the afternoon I did some time on top of
that bar counter."

"Naked and sucking cock?" I asked.

"What else?" she replied cynically. "And the white
Croatian guy under me sucked my cunt and licked my
asshole. And Freya pimped the filthy white piece-of-ass
as an asshole-licking whore for three rich Zulu girls
from South Africa."

I was not surprised. Many of the live-sex-show models
in Hamburg could be procured as whores. 

"She'll pimp-out your asshole-licking white male flesh,
too. There's a back room with mirror that lets her see
them, but they can't see her. Freya and I both watched
the filthy white male whore. The Zulu girls all had big
black asses. The filthy slut's asshole-licking white
face just disappeared in between their black buttocks."
She winked and shot me a grin.

"How much did he get?" I asked." 

"Freya keeps the money. You white guys just keep your
jobs. Okay, see you in forty-five minutes. Don't get
your nasty tongue too tired licking her asshole." 

I went outside. Freya was waiting. She gave me a
contemptuous dirty sneer. 

"Let's go, slut," she said with a grin.

She insolently placed her hand flat against my buttocks
of my shorts and made a show of mockingly feeling my
ass as we walked to the live-sex-show bar two doors
down the Reeperbahn. 

She shot a smirk at my slave-collar, wristbands, and
ankle-bands as we walked sweating in the afternoon
heat, and then she patted my ass. 

"Where you from in the States, Tom?" she had asked me
while we walked. 

"Cleveland," I answered. 

"What did you do there?" she asked.

"Nude art model," I answered. 

What I was doing in Germany was different from nude art
modeling in Cleveland. On the Reeperbahn the spectators
looked upon us naked sex-models as prostituted sluts
and ogled our public debauchery with appropriate
smirks, grins, and sneers. That was our role. And that
was their fun. 

"My filthy pieces-of-ass are always completely naked,"
Freya told me. She took hold of my arm by its slave
wristband, lifted it, and shook it. "No collars,
straps, or anything. Not even a wristwatch. Totally
naked makes you pieces-of-ass look debased. Like two
sex-sucking swine in sixty-nine. Okay, bitch?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I'd rather be completely naked.
These leather things get uncomfortable in this heat." 

We got to the door of her bar. I glanced in. 

The live-sex-show bar was typical of more than a dozen
live-sex-show bars in the raunchy Sankt Pauli and Sankt
Georg districts of Hamburg. 

Abutting the back of the two-foot-wide (60 cm) and
black-linoleum-covered bar-counter was a seven-foot by
three-foot (2.2 m x 1 m) red-rug-covered sex-
performance platform. The bar counter and the sex-
performance platform were functionally one continuous
surface.

On that platform, a naked male and female sex-model
couple, like Marina and me, would engage in mostly oral
sex-acts two feet (60 cm) away from any and all
decently dressed customers who happened to walk in and
sit at the bar. 

Except for a very few instances where naked performers
might occasionally engage in coital sex, we naked sex-
performers were entangled in a sexual sixty-nine
position while off-and-on engaging in mutual oral sex.

There were eleven bar stools. The only thing between
the sex-performance platform and the customers was the
width of the black vinyl bar counter.

The five stools in the center were the closest to us
nude sex-models. They put the customers less than arm's
length from Marina's and my naked flesh. 

Sometimes customers sat and talked at one of the six
tables scattered around in the dinginess of the room.
This allowed them to be out of the bright ceiling-
mounted spotlights. These ten spotlights shined
brightly on naked sex-models lying in a sixty-nine
oral-sex position on the sex-performance platform and
on the adjoining bar top. 

But most of these decently dressed customers jauntily,
mockingly, and contemptuously would sit on the
barstools a foot or two (30 to 50 cm) from us
shamelessly naked public oral-sex performers. They
would leer and sneer at us. It never really bothered
me.

When they did, I was in my role as a naked pussy-eating
and anus rimming public piece-of-ass. They were in
theirs as decently dressed spectators. It all seemed
quite proper.

Most customers were tourists, males or couples. At rare
times they were groups of single female tourists.
Customers walked in from the street sat, sipped drinks,
and watched two sluttish naked models like Marina and
me engage in oral sex-acts. 

These sex-acts were a come-on to buy drinks. The naked
cocksucking female like Marina lay in a sixty-nine
position on top of the naked pussy-eating and rimming
male slut like me. 

The naked female slut always faced the door in these
joints. The door at Bar 69 was slightly in from the
sidewalk. The sidewalk was only ten to fifteen walking
steps from naked Marina's face and my exhibited crotch,
balls, and cock. 

When customers came to the door, she would insert my
male phallus into her mouth and begin a public
cocksucking act while looking coaxingly at them. I
would take this cue and begin publicly eating her pussy
or licking her asshole. 

After the drink was bought and paid for, Marina and I
would usually stop our sex-act until the next customer
came to the open door and looked in at our naked
bodies. 

And that is what thirty-two-year-old Marina had been
doing when I first saw her from outside on the
sidewalk.

She had been naked in a sixty-nine position on top of
the naked black man on that platform constructed
against the bar-counter. I quickly saw what we naked
sex-performers looked like to the sightseers and
customers.

In the peepshow my bare body and sex-act performances
had been insulated from casual sightseers by a circle
of spectator booths and I had been separated from even
those paying spectators by a plywood wall with a
viewing window. I could not make out anyone who might
be observing me from behind those dark windows.

Here, even if not visible from the sidewalk, my naked
body and acts of eating pussy and rimming anal flesh
would be offered for added public sport than I had been
in the peepshow.

Now I would be plainly seen from everywhere inside the
bar and even by sightseers on the sidewalk, just like
the two naked sex-models presently on the sex-
performance-platform.

Bright spotlights were focused on both Marina's and the
black East African man's nude bodies. With these bright
spotlights shining on them, both bare sex-models were
clearly visible to me from the night-darkened sidewalk.

"I'll sure be naked in public," I told Freya.

She mockingly patted my buttocks. "That's what you are,
Tom, a dirty naked public piece-of-ass. You can't
change it now." She waved her hand toward Naked Marina
and the black sex-model. "Filthy sluts like them and
you learn to like it."

I shrugged. I had been a naked public piece-of-ass in
the peepshow for a week. And tomorrow I would be one
here.

The only difference would be the slight embarrassment
that I could see and talk with people looking at my
naked body while I got my cock sucked, ate pussy, and
rimmed anal flesh. I would have to adapt because if I
refused, Freya would tell her friend the peepshow
manager. And he would probably fire me.

"Any objections to being my filthy naked asshole-
licking public piece-of-ass?" she asked me with a
sneer.

"No, I'll do it," I said meekly. She gave me a wide
dirty grin.

Marina had just filled her mouth and throat with his
large black cock. Several people had gathered around us
and were chortling and snickering at the two naked sex-
show sluts.

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

Freya introduced her to me. "This is Tom, the filthy
piece-of-ass you'll be with tomorrow." 

Marina had slipped the large black phallus out of her
mouth. A strand of her saliva followed it. She brushed
her hand across her blond hair, looked at me with her
big blue eyes, and said with a Slavic accent, "Hi,
Tom." 

"Hi, Marina," I said. 

And that was that. She had returned to publicly sucking
black cock. 

She had been trying to entice the customers standing on
the sidewalk to come in, but it was clear that she
liked cocks in her mouth. I would be naked in a sixty-
nine position under her naked body and perform with her
the next afternoon. 

Freya had motioned for me to follow her behind the bar
counter. She had pulled up her dress, pulled down her
panties, and turned her bare German ass to me. Marina,
with her lips wrapped around a big black phallus, had
glanced at me with her big blue eyes. 

Without waiting to be asked, I had knelt behind Freya,
shoved my face between her large middle-age German
buttocks, and licked her anal flesh. 

Rumor was that Freya was a lesbian, but she clearly
liked guys to lick around her asshole. She had squashed
and squirmed her ass tightly into my face and kept her
squirming asshole tightly pressed against my mouth and
tongue for several minutes. 

"Okay, you got the job, Tom," she had told me as she
took a step forward and let her bare ass out of my
face. "You lick Marina's asshole while my customers
watch tomorrow. Okay, bitch?" 

"Yeah. Okay," I had told her as I stood up. 

Marina, who had been watching all during the time, had
slipped the big black phallus out of her mouth and
grinned dirtily at me. 

"I like you lick my asshole, Tom," the naked blond
cocksucking whore had told me sweetly with a Ukrainian
accent. Then, seeing someone looking in through the
open door, she had slipped the long fat black cock into
her mouth again and returned to her public cocksucking. 

I had taken a long look at her lips wrapped around the
black man's large fat saliva-wet penis while she looked
at me with her big blue eyes. His African face had
remained under her bare Caucasian ass and in front of
her cunt, and he had never said anything. 

Then I had gone back to the peep show. Angela was
waiting for me. 

Angela and I had taken off our clothes, except that we
continued to wear our slave collars, wrist bands, and
ankle bands. And we did several more live-sex-shows for
their customers that night. 

I was prepared when I went over to Bar 69 at about noon
the next day. 

I wore only tan shorts, a white sleeveless undershirt,
and shower shoes, but no socks or underpants. I had to
be naked all day, and I did not want to have a lot of
clothes lying around. 

In the afternoon, the Reeperbahn looked different. The
night before, it had been humming with crowds of summer
tourists and lit with flashing garish neon signs. 

Now, in the bright daylight, summer breezes from
Hamburg harbor blew urban dust and debris down the
sidewalk. There were few tourists, and it looked a
little drab. 

The sex-show bar had its front door open to the early
afternoon summer heat. Like all the other places in the
area, the black velvet curtains meant to keep outsiders
from looking in had been pulled wide open. The excuse
was to let in cooler air. 

The real reason was to let anyone on the sidewalk look
in and see us scandalous naked sex-models on exhibit
and illuminated by ten bright quartz spotlights mounted
on the ceiling. It was an enticement to come in and buy
a drink.

I looked at it for a few seconds because I would be
naked, eating pussy, and rimming on it in a few
minutes. I wanted an idea of what I might look like. 

The ten radiant quartz spotlights were all turned on.
They shined brightly on the red rug of the empty sex-
performance platform back of the center of the bar
counter. It called my attention to the fact that we
naked sex-organ sucking sex-models were only ten to
fifteen steps from the sidewalk. 

Anyone would have a clear public view of our naked
bodies and our oral sex-acts from the open doorway.
That was the way it was. It was hot in the summer. It
was tolerant Germany. They let all the sex-show joints
do it. 

There were only two people inside as I walked in. One,
sitting on a barstool at the end of the bar counter,
was Marina. 

She was, only temporarily before she stripped naked,
wearing tight white shorts, a short maroon tanktop, and
shower shoes. Her blond hair was bunned-up and held
that way with a blue plastic hair clip. She was a
pleasingly plump and shapely woman. She gave me a nice
smile. 

The other person, standing and wiping drink glasses
behind the bar, was Freya, wearing a tight blue skirt
and a loose white blouse. She glanced at the clock. I
was two minutes late.

"Hello, bitch," Freya greeted me with her mouth curled
into a sneer. "Try to be on time next time."

It was Germany. They liked to be on time. The two women
looked at each other. Freya wagged an index finger at
Marina and then at me.

"Show time. Get naked, sluts," she told us with a
taunting sneer.

I knew from the night before that we sex-models
stripped at the end of the bar counter and put our
clothes on a shelf there. 

Each sex-show place was a little different. In the peep
show, Angela, my black female sex-partner, and I were
both naked in so far as having our sex-organs, anuses,
and buttocks completely viewable. But there we both had
to wear chrome-studded black leather slave-collars,
wristbands, and ankle-bands so that we advertised
ourselves as pieces-of ass. 

In some places like Salambo's, around the corner, the
sex-models wore elaborate costumes. But those costumes
were carefully designed to scandalously exhibit sex-
organs, bare buttocks, anuses, and female breasts to
the customers while the sex-models publicly performed
sex-acts on stage for large audiences. 

Here in Bar 69, Marina and I were flaunted to Freya's
customers fully nude. We were stripped totally naked
while we candidly performed oral sex-acts for their
razzing and taunting amusements.

Bar 69 was open to everyone in the adult public. In
Germany that probably meant everyone over 15, male and
female, were welcome to come in and ogle naked Marina
and me and our public sex-acts. 

Marina shot me a thin polite smile. I remembered how
the blond blue-eyed Ukrainian slut's lips looked
wrapped around a big black phallus. I imagined how they
were going to look in a few minutes wrapped around my
more modest Caucasian one. 

She then seemed to remember how my face had looked in
Freya's ass. She gave me a dirty grin. She told me
later that she was imagining how my face was going to
look squashed into her cunt and pressed into her ass.

She sauntered to the front corner of the bar and began
stripping. When I got to her, she had already removed
her tanktop. She had not worn anything under it. I took
a look at her sensuous ample bare breasts and large
fleshy-pink nipples.

While I was pulling off my undershirt, Marina kicked
off her shower shoes and pulled off her short white
shorts. She had a partly shaven tuft of blond pubic
hair over the large split bulge of her fleshy cunt. 

I kicked off my shower shoes and pulled off my Bermuda
shorts. In a few seconds, we were both totally naked.
She glanced at my crotch and looked at my penis as if
savoring it. Marina was a professional public
cocksucker and liked being one. 

We walked naked around to the front of the bar. It was
so that we could use a barstool to climb up onto the
bar counter. 

But it was also to give the ogling potential customers
standing on the sidewalk a full view of our facial
identities, bare asses, and sex-organs. They could
perceive us as naked pieces-of-ass while we were
preparing to get in position to publicly perform sex-
acts for people like them. 

I glanced out toward the sidewalk and saw two German
teenagers, a boy and a girl, looking in at us. I
shrugged. They were the same age as high school art
students and younger college art students for whom I
had often modeled nude in Cleveland. 

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

Being naked in front of decently dressed people
bothered neither of us. But it did feel strange to be
walking naked in a public bar in full view of everyone
out on the sidewalk. 

Freya intentionally gave my dangling penis an insolent
sneer. 

Naked Marina was swaying her bare ass as she walked.
She was clearly walking 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 watched
several insects flying around them. But looking up at
the half-dozen bright quartz spotlights hurt my eyes. 

So I looked at the sweating flesh of the Ukrainian
woman's buttocks in front of my face. I could see beads
of perspiration on the pores of the flesh of her ass.
Tiny droplets of sweat clung to the almost invisible
tiny blond hairs of her buttocks. 

Her asshole was still wet with my saliva and glistened
in the bright spotlights. I tried to count her anal
ridges, but I lost track and gave up. I looked at the
fillet-like inner lips of her cunt, and then the blond
pubic hairs around its outer lips. 

A blond German boy and blond German girl came in. I
could only guess their ages. They seemed high school or
college age, somewhere between 16 and 19. I guessed
about 18. For years I had modeled nude in college art
classes for teenage students their age in Cleveland. 

I was glad to see them. They broke the monotony of
looking at Marina's sweating meaty bare ass, saliva-
glistening asshole, and fleshy cunt. 

Both of the young Germans had cameras. One seemed to be
a video camera. The other was probably a digital
camera. 

They both had a snobbish and businesslike attitude.
They contemptuously looked over Marina's and my bare
bodies with sharp cold blue eyes. 

Marina slurped my limp penis into her mouth and began
her act of public cocksucking for them. I pressed my
face into her cunt and began my public act of eating
pussy. The girl leaned over Marina's bare ass and
grinned at me licking around in the Ukrainian woman's
cunt.

She asked me something in German. Freya spoke to her
from behind the bar. 

"Naked female whore is Ukrainian. Naked male whore is
American," she told the German girl. "Filthy naked
American whore will lick her asshole if you ask him in
English." 

The German girl glanced at Marina's asshole. She could
see that it was wet with my saliva from licking around
it. She shot Freya a pleased look while I continued to
eat Marina's pussy. 

Still looking pleased at what she had heard, the
haughty teenage girl shot me a contemptuous smirk. She
brushed her long blond hair back and grinned dirtily at
me. 

"Okay. Lick her asshole so I can get some good video,
filthy naked whore," she told me.

He's available if you want to use him as an asshole-
licking whore," Freya told her.

"Not right now," the blond girl replied. She turned her
attention to my face under Marina's bare ass. "Lick her
asshole, whore," she told me. 

Knowing that I had to dirtily comply and be videotaped
licking Marina's asshole by her camera, the German girl
raised it so she could see the viewfinder and pointed
it at Marina's bare ass and my face. 

She captured a shot of me licking upwards from Marina's
fleshy saliva-wet cunt and around Marina's saliva-wet
asshole. 

The German girl snickered. She videotaped my facial
identity and me while I gave Marina's asshole a rim
job. She and the boy exchanged grins, sneers, and
giggles as she moved her video camera in close. 

"You're a filthy naked male slut," she told me. My
tongue was busy slipping around Marina's asshole, and I
did not reply. 

The boy snapped several snapshots, two of which
included his blond girlfriend, and then pulled out a
notebook and wrote something in it. The girl grinned at
me dirtily while she videotaped me. 

I continued to lick Marina's asshole. The haughty
German girl stepped back and shot our whole naked
bodies and oral sex-acts from the side. Over the top of
Marina's bare buttocks I could see the German girl move
in to videotape Marina sucking my cock. 

Then the blond girl panned her video camera over toward
Marina's ass and my face to capture more of me giving a
public rim job.

I pressed my face into Marina's ass and forced my
tongue into her asshole. The boy took some more
photographs, some of which again included his
girlfriend videotaping naked Marina and me. 

When I backed off a bit and licked around Marina's
asshole, the videotaping blond girl grinned at me
licking around it. She slowly moved in to capture a
very close close-up of my licking tongue on Marina's
saliva-wet anus. Then she moved to a different angle
toward Marina's ass from in back of my head.

After a minute, she stopped videotaping my rim-job on
Marina's anus. I continued to do my job and licked anal
flesh while I looked sideways over the round fleshy
mounds of Marina's bare ass at them. They were
obviously doing some kind of research project. 

When Freya asked them, in English, if they would like
some drinks, they had a brief whispering conversation
among themselves. Over the top of Marina's bare ass, I
could see some of them shaking their heads negative,
and then they started toward the door. Down on the
lower end of my body, I could feel Marina put her head
on my pelvis and wait that way for another customer. 

Two Japanese couples came in. Marina again slurped my
cock into her mouth and began sucking. I again began
licking her cunt, and then licking her asshole. The
Japanese tourists exchanged snickers and giggles. One
of the men and one of the women took a couple
photographs. 

They snickered and giggled while taking long shots of
our bare bodies entwined in a sixty-nine position and
close-ups of her sucking my cock and me eating her
pussy and licking her asshole. But when Freya asked
them if they wanted any drinks, they shook their heads
no, and left. 

"That's daytime," Freya said with a sigh. "Nighttime
they come in and buy drinks and watch you debauched
pieces-of-ass. Daytime they just look and go." 

Marina and I did not care one way or another. We got
paid anyway. But neither of us said anything.

I looked at the perspiring flesh of her ass again. The
weight of her naked body pressed my naked body into the
red rug and its foam padding underneath. Her body heat
added to my own. Marina was a little uncomfortable,
too. She shifted her weight on the slippery perspiring
surface of our two pressed-together bare bodies.

"Okay, Marina and Tom, you can take a five-minute
break," Freya told us. 

Marina lifted her body off of mine. I felt a sudden
coolness as a soft breeze blew over my perspiration-
soaked chest, belly, and groin. 

She crawled across the bar-counter and clumsily eased
herself down, first onto a barstool, then onto the
linoleum floor. I rolled over, got on my hands and
knees, crawled across the bar-counter in back of her,
and got clumsily down in my nakedness from the bar-
counter. 

Marina knew the routine. The sweating naked Ukrainian
woman sat at the end barstool nearest the sidewalk. She
faced toward the open door and spread her legs to
exhibit her cunt toward the sidewalk. 

I sat on the barstool next to it. I could see from what
she was doing that we naked sex-models were still on
display to entice more customers to come in. I spread
my legs to exhibit my male sex meat toward the
sidewalk. 

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

I looked out to see who was looking in. A lady in a
summer dress walked by while walking her schnauzer dog
on a leash. She glanced in, but kept on going like she
had seen it before and saw what she expected. 

Five German men and five German women tourists stopped.
The women were wearing either summer dresses or shorts
and tanktops. The men were wearing shirts and slacks. 

They all pointed at naked Marina and me, especially at
our wantonly displayed sex organs. They exchanged
sneers, laughs and snickers and then engaged in some
tittering chatter in German along with more snickers. 

After a minute they came in. Most had some kind of
camera and began photographing and videotaping us two
nudes. Freya motioned for Marina and me. "Pieces-of-ass
back up on the bar," she said loudly. 

While we were taking a minute to climb back up and get
back into our 69-sex-act position, the ten tourists
looked over our bare bodies and sex-organs. 

They smirked and snickered and exchanged a titter in
German while they continued to photograph and videotape
our bare flesh. They flagrantly took close-ups of each
of our bare asses, assholes, and sex-organs while we
climbed up onto bar-counter and crawled to get into our
sex-act position. 

One of the men patted Marina on her bare ass and felt
around it. One of the women patted me on my bare ass
and felt around it.

"Fine sluttish pieces-of-ass, aren't they," Freya told
the two Germans feeling ours asses in English for our
benefit and to let them know that the management did
not disapprove of their insolently petting us naked
sex-models.

The woman's disrespectful hand feeling around my bare
ass felt smooth and sensual. She made a point to
contemptuously feel deep between my buttocks and then
to mockingly smack pats on my bare ass. 

The German man felt Marina's twat as she began to crawl
across the bar-counter toward the sex-performance
platform behind it. The German woman enclosed her hand
around my penis and balls and fondled them for a second
while I crawled across the bar-counter. The other
Germans laughed and exchanged comments about it in
German and photographed and videotaped the two feeling
our bare asses and fondling our sex-organs. 

Marina and I did not look at them or at each other
while we crawled to the red-rug-covered sex-performance
platform get into a sixty-nine position. 

Immediately after lowering her heavy sweating body down
on mine with her ass over my face, Marina had slipped
my cock into her mouth. Then I began eating her
odoriferous pussy. 

There was a stir of smirks, sniggers, and cackles. I
licked upward and around Marina's asshole. There was a
contemptuous female cackle and a few more chortles and
snickers.

One of the women and one of the men pointed small video
cameras at us and recorded our bare bodies while we
engaged in mutual oral sex. Two of the men and one of
the women took still photographs of us from several
different angles.

These ten customers bought some drinks. Normally after
the drinks were served to the customers, it was a
signal for Marina and me to cease our oral sex-acts.
But it was afternoon, and few customers dropped in at
that time. Freya had a feeling for repeat business and
word-of-mouth advertisement to spread business. 

"Keep sucking cock, Marina. Keep licking asshole, Tom.
Until I tell you two pieces-of-ass to stop," she told
us. She turned to the German customers. "She's
Ukrainian. He's American. I have to talk to the naked
pieces-of-ass in English." 

"That's an interesting combination of pieces-of-ass," a
young brown-haired and blue-eyed German woman told
Freya with a wry grin as she videotaped me licking
Marina's asshole. 

Naked Marina and I continued to perform oral sex for
their entertainment. She slowly sucked my cock, and I
sluggishly licked her asshole for another minute. The
German customers sat talking in German, exchanging
laughs and guffaws, and sipping drinks. 

From what I could see over the round sweaty mounds of
Marina's Ukrainian ass, one or another of them was
always videotaping or taking photos of naked Marina and
me and out oral sex-acts. They surveyed our bare flesh
and sex-organs and watched our oral sex-acts with smug
grins and kept on with conversation between themselves
in German. 

"You like your cocksucking work, slut?" I heard one of
the guys ask Marina in German-accented English. 

I could feel Marina abruptly stop sucking my cock to
answer him. I kept licking her asshole. 

"It's fun," she told him in Ukrainian-accented English.

A pale-skinned blond woman with arrogant brown eyes
raised herself slightly off of her barstool and grinned
at me over Marina's bare buttocks while I slipped my
tongue around her saliva-wet anus. "You like licking
her asshole, American bitch?" she asked me.

I backed my mouth and tongue off of the Ukrainian
whore's anus. "Yeah, I'm happy," I told the sneering
German woman. She squawked a contemptuous cackle and
taunted me with a sneering grin at me as I returned to
licking around Marina's asshole. 

The ten Germans exchanged some snickering conversation
in their own language, gulped down the last of their
drinks, and marched out the door while my mouth and
tongue were still on Marina's asshole. 

Marina lifted the weight of her bare body off of mine.
A strand of my saliva followed her asshole up until it
broke and splashed on my face. 

She and I crawled naked over to the edge of the bar,
let our bare bodies down onto the barstools, and then
to the floor. We said nothing to Freya or each other as
we walked slowly to bar stools nearest the door and
sat. 

The red vinyl felt cold on my bare ass for a second. As
before, we sat with our legs spread wide apart,
displaying our sex-organs toward the sidewalk. A couple
dozen people, mostly tourists, walked by. Most of them
stopped and took a look. All those who looked pointed
at our exhibited genitals while grinning, snickering,
or giggling. But then they went on. 

"So how is nude modeling for art classes in Cleveland?"
Freya asked me to break the silence. 

"It's a job. I get sore holding poses," I told her. 

Marina kept her legs spread wide to exhibit her cunt to
passersby and turned to look at me. "I did nude
photography modeling in Kiev and Moscow," the naked
Ukrainian woman told me. "You model nude on-camera?" 

"Yeah, lots of times," I said while my legs were spread
wide to exhibit my cock and balls to passersby. 

"So nude on-camera in porn is okay?" Marina asked.

A short fat balding Italian man and a tall shapely
Italian brunette woman sauntered in, each of them
carrying video cameras. They both videotaped the naked
Ukrainian woman and me sliding our bare asses off of
the barstools. 

"Want to do a porn video, Tom?" Freya asked. 

"You mean for them?" I asked while pointing to the
Italian couple videotaping Marina's and my naked
bodies. 

"No, ten American dollars for a commercial amateur smut
video, bitch," she answered me. "Fifty dollars if you
do four of them." 

"With Marina here?" I asked. 

"With her. And with the black whore from the peep-show,
Angela," she replied. 

"Three of us?" I asked. 

"No. Two smut videos with each one. You lick asshole in
all four. Okay, slut?" 

"Sure. Okay," I told her. 

Marina glanced at my cock and then grinned at me. She
seemed to like the idea of doing a video with me. But I
found out later that she was pleased with the added pay
she would get and glad that I accepted. 

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 
