It might have been a typical American bar. But then it wasn't. It was along the raunchy Reeperbahn in Hamburg, and it was a live-sex-show bar. There was a padded red-rug-covered platform for live sex performances built up against the bar, ten steps in from the door. As a single middle-age white American male visiting Germany, I wanted to explore. And I had. I had already been naked in live-sex peepshows with a black Jamaican girl named Angela down the street. She and I had done the last three half-hour live-sex-shows of the night. Freya, the tall brunette forty-one-year-old German female bartender and manager of the live-sex-show bar knew the fat male manager of the peepshow. She had gone over to tell him that her black East African male who performed with a blond blue-eyed shapely Ukrainian female named Marina had to go to German immigration the next afternoon. As she put it, she needed another naked male piece-of-ass for the day. The peepshow manager had opened the door at the back of the peepshow and he and Freya had poked their heads in. The black girl and I were both naked on our hands and knees in tandem in bright spotlights on the red-padded-rug-covered peepshow turntable. It was slowly turning around to offer all of the paying spectators complete views of our fetish-slave-collared naked bodies, sex-organs, facial identities, and sex-acts. I was on my hands and knees in back of her with my face in her ebony ass and was licking around her asshole. "Tom, I have some more work for you after this show," the manager shouted to me. I withdrew my mouth from the black girl's asshole and looked around to see where his voice was coming from. In bright spotlights on the turning turntable, I was disoriented by the fifteen peepshow windows seeming to go endlessly by. Then I spotted him and Freya. He looked serious. She was sneering dirtily at what I had just been doing naked in front of paying spectators. "Okay," I told the manager. He motioned for me to continue. I placed my mouth back on Angela's ebony asshole, slipped my tongue out, and returned to licking around it for the amusement of the paying spectators. I heard the door close. After I had finished that peepshow act and pulled on my shorts, undershirt, and shower shoes, Freya walked with me to the live-sex-show bar two doors down the Reeperbahn to introduce me to Marina. It was hot, and we were both sweating. "Where you from in the States, slut?" Freya asked me while we walked two doors down to the live-sex-show bar. "Cleveland," I said. "What do you do in Cleveland?" she asked. "Nude art model," I answered. "Where do you pose your naked body?" "Mostly the Art Institute, sometimes Cleveland State or the Community College," I answered. I could see she didn't care. We got to the door. The live-sex-show bar was typical of more than a dozen in the raunchy St. Pauli and St. George 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 it, a naked male and female sex-model couple engaged in mostly oral sex-acts two feet away from whatever customers happened to walk in. When the decently dressed customers did, they sat at the bar on the eleven bar stools in front of the naked sex-models who were virtually on top of the bar. Some sometimes sat and talked at one of the five tables scattered around in the dinginess, out of the bright ceiling-mounted spotlights that shined on the bar top and adjoining sex-performance platform. Customers were generally tourists, males or couples. At rare times they were groups of single female tourists. It was Germany. Anyone over 15 who walked in from the street could sit, sip a drink, and watch the two shameless naked models engage in oral sex-acts. These sex-acts were generally a come-on to buy drinks. The naked female lay in a sixty-nine position on top of the naked male, and she always faced the door. When customers came in, she would insert the male phallus into her mouth and begin a cocksucking act while looking coaxingly at them. The male would take this cue and begin eating her pussy and sometimes licking her asshole. After the drink was bought and paid for, the sex-act would usually stop until the next customer came in. When I first saw thirty-two-year-old Marina, she was naked in a sixty-nine position a couple feet back from the bar. She looked at me with her big blue eyes while her lips were stretched around her sex-partner's long fat black phallus that was clearly deep into her throat. When the female bartender had introduced her to me, she slipped it out of her mouth and said with a Slavic accent, "Hi, Tom." And that was that. She returned to publicly sucking black cock. She liked cocks in her mouth. I would perform with her the next afternoon. I was prepared when I went over. I wore only tan Bermuda shorts, a white sleeveless undershirt, and shower shoes, but no socks or underpants. In the afternoon, the Reeperbahn looked different. The night before, it had been humming with crowds of summer tourists and lit with flashing garish neon signs. Now in the bright daylight there were few tourists, and it looked a little drab. The sex-show bar had its front door open to the 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 the naked sex-models — on exhibit and illuminated by a half-dozen bright quartz spotlights mounted on the ceiling — as an enticement to come in and buy a drink. Since the sex-performance platform was attached to the back of the center of the bar counter not far inside, naked sex-models were only ten steps from the sidewalk, a short walk and a clear view from the door. There were only two people inside. 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 tank top, 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. They both saw me and glanced at the clock. I was two minutes late. "Hello, slut," Freya greeted me with 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 nodded to Marina that it was time and then nodded to the front inside corner of the bar counter. I knew from the night before, we sex-models stripped totally naked there, put our clothes on a shelf, and walked around to the front of the bar naked so we could use a bar stool to help us climb up onto the bar counter. Then we would have to crawl across the bar and lie down in a sexual sixty-nine position on the padded red rug of the sex-performance platform built up against it. Marina shot me a thin smile. I remembered how her lips looked wrapped around a big black phallus. 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 ample bare breasts and large fleshy-pink nipples. While I was pulling off my undershirt, Marina kicked off her shower shoes and pulled off her short white shorts. I kicked off my shower shoes and pulled off my Bermuda shorts. Freya gave my crotch a glance and a grin, and then she pointed to naked Marina. "Before you were here watching her suck black cock last night, she was over at the peepshow watching you eating the black whore's pussy and licking her asshole." Marina, turned, shot me a dirty smirk, and walked around to the front of the bar counter. I looked at the shape of her bare ass. She had walked naked by the open door countless times and was unembarrassed by people glancing in from the sidewalk as they walked by. She turned and saw me looking at her bare ass and looked my naked body over with a coy grin. "I like you lick my asshole," she told me. "Okay, Tom?" I looked out on the sidewalk and saw several potential customers, two European women and three European men looking in at our naked bodies from ten steps away. "Okay," I told Marina as she struggled somewhat clumsily in her nakedness to get up on a barstool and then crawl up onto the top of the bar counter. She shot me a wide grin. I got a knee on a bar stool, climbed up onto the bar counter, crawled across onto the red rug of the sex-performance platform, and lay on my back with my head toward the rear of the bar. Marina 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, 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. To satisfy her that I would do as she wanted, 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 sneeringly. 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 flesh of the Ukrainian woman's buttocks in front of my face. The weather was hot, and 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 spotlights. I tried to count her anal ridges, but I lost track and gave up. I looked at the fillet-like inner lips of her cunt, and then the blond pubic hairs around its outer lips. A German high-school boy and girl came in. 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 her cunt. I licked upwards and around her asshole. She snickered and pointed. They exchanged grins and giggles. The boy pulled out a notebook and wrote something in it. The girl pulled out a hand-held camcorder and grinned at me dirtily while she videotaped me. I continued to lick Marina's asshole. 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 if they would like some drinks, they had a brief conversation among themselves. Over the top of Marina's bare ass, I could see some of them shaking their heads negative, and then they started toward the door. 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 Õ 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. I rolled over and crawled in back of her, and we got clumsily down in our nakedness from the bar counter. Marina knew the routine. She sat at the end barstool facing the sidewalk and spread her legs wide open. I sat on the one next to it. I could see from what she was doing that we naked sex-models were still on display to entice more customers to come in. To make sure I knew, Freya grinned at me and said, "Spread your legs apart. Let them see your cock and balls." I did it and looked out to see who was looking in. Five German men and five German women tourists were 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 photographed and videotaped 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. Marina and I said nothing. We did not look at them or at each other while we climbed onto the bar and crawled to get into a sixty-nine. Immediately after lowering her body down on mine with her ass over my face, Marina had slipped my cock into her mouth. Then I began eating her pussy. There was a stir of smirks, sniggers, and cackles. I licked upward and around Marina's asshole. There was a contemptuous female cackle and a few more snickers. One of the women and one of the men pointed small video cameras at us and recorded our bare bodies just in back of the bar counter 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. To keep them interested, naked Marina and I continued to perform oral sex for their entertainment. She slowly sucked my cock, and I sluggishly licked her twat and anus for another minute. They sat sipping drinks and took several photos and video shots. From what I could see over the round sweaty mounds of Marina's Ukrainian ass, they surveyed our bare flesh and sex-organs and watched our oral sex-acts with smug grins and kept on talking to one another 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 blond woman raised herself slightly off of her barstool and grinned at me over Marina's bare buttocks. "You like licking her asshole, filthy bitch?" she asked me. I backed my mouth and tongue off of the Ukrainian whore's anus. "Yeah," I told the sneering German woman. She squawked a contemptuous cackle. 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, and 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 eventually sat on the bar stool seats. 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, and giggling. But then they went on. The naked Ukrainian woman 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. 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. "You want to do a porn video, Tom?" Freya, the female bartender, asked. "You mean 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. "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. You lick asshole in both. 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 she was pleased with the added pay she would get and glad that I accepted. Marina and I got our knees onto bar stools and began climbing up onto the bar again. The Italian woman boldly patted my bare ass and then felt it as I climbed up onto the bar. "He's a real piece-of-ass, isn't he?" Freya grinned to the Italian woman. 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 feeling my bare ass. Her boyfriend videotaped it. Marina and I crawled up onto the bar counter and got into a 69-sex position. Both of the Italians videotaped Marina and I licking and sucking each other's sex-organs. The Italian woman cutely videotaped a long close-up of my face while I was licking Marina's asshole. And a few days later, I was again on-camera doing the same with Marina on a turntable for a commercial porn video in a basement porn studio in Nuremberg while a black American college girl named Susan watched. The day before that, I had engaged in the same sex-acts in another commercial porn video with the black peepshow girl named Angela while a small invited audience watched.
