Imperial Hotel room, Reeperbahn, Hamburg, summer Saturday, almost noon. I took off my wristwatch, shoes, socks, shirt, tee shirt, slacks, and underpants. When I was naked, I pulled on a sleeveless gym shirt, white shorts without underpants, and shower shoes without socks. I had to go down the street to do live-sex peepshows with a black Jamaican girl named Angela. I put on a chrome-studded black leather slave collar, similar wrist bands on each wrist, and ankle bands on each ankle. These were the peepshow manager's French wife's idea. All of their otherwise-naked sex-models wore them. "It's so you whores look like dirty slave-sluts instead of arty nudes," she had cackled with a French accent. "Customers pay to leer and sneer at our dirty degraded slave pieces-of-ass." I had been one of her naked pieces-of-ass in that peepshow on Thursday. During breaks between shows, Angela suggested that since I was the only older white male figure model named Tom in Cleveland, her high school art-student pen-pal friend Susan might have been in pre-college figure drawing classes when I modeled nude. Susan was an Army brat. Her father was in recruiting office in Cleveland. Angela and she were actually distant cousins. They exchanged letters and e-mails. Just before I got to the peepshow on the raunchy Reeperbahn in Hamburg, I stopped in front of one of the many sex-show bars and peeked in, a place I called Bar 69. All day Friday I had been the naked male half of the sex-act with a naked blond blue-eyed Ukranian woman named Marina on top of that bar. Freya, the proprietor, looked up from behind the bar counter, saw my sex-show costuming, and knew where I was going. On Thursday, she had gone to the peepshow to tell the manager that her black African male who performed with Marina had to go to German immigration the next afternoon. Freya picked me instead of two younger more attractive guys because she had seen me performing anilingus on Angela. "I need a really filthy naked male piece-of-ass for Friday, and you're that bitch," she had told me. She waved cutely. "Hello, Tom," she hollered with a grinning sneer. I waved back and continued on. Behind the glass of the peepshow advertising case facing the sidewalk were six color photographs of us sex performers, lined up in three pairs under the times for our shows. Angela and the other four sex-models and I had been photographed totally naked except for our chrome-studded black leather slave collars, wristbands, and ankle bands. The manager’s wife had taken all six shots from behind and slightly below, while we were on our hands and knees on a table. She had made all six of us spread our legs vulgarly wide apart. The photos were an advertising scheme to show us sluttishly touting our bare asses, assholes, and sex-organs to people on the sidewalk while we smiled back at the camera to offer them our facial identities. "Customers come in to see our defiled naked whores like you," she had delighted in telling Angela and me when she picked out the two shots that were in the sidewalk ad case. I started in, but looked back. Two circa eighteen-year-old black girls stopped at the advertising case facing the sidewalk and began cackling and snickering at the photos of us sluttishly touting our bare asses, assholes, and sex-organs. One girl had a pencil-row hairstyle, wore a white tank top, green shorts, white socks, and white name-brand sneakers. The other had straightened blond-dyed hair, and wore a blue blouse, short white shorts, white socks, and brown loafers. Her short white shorts fit snugly and revealed some of the bottoms of her shapely round black buttocks. Did I see her somewhere before? Maybe it was because both her pretty face and ebony ass resembled Angela's. She carried a video camera. The blond-dyed black girl pointed to my photo and giggled about my seeing my bare ass, asshole, cock, and balls in something-or-other. A noisy large truck went by on the Reeperbahn, and I missed the rest. I only picked up the tall girl answering her with something about the male slut in the photo. "Yeah, I want to watch my whore-cousin degrade this filthy white male slut. They're on in three minutes," the blond-dyed black girl said while pointing to photos of Angela and me. For several seconds they snickered and sneered at our scandalous photos and then rascally swaggered inside. "Your cousin looks a lot like you, Susan. Two of us can fit in a booth. We gotta see him actually doing it," said the girl with pencil-row hair in American English. They were obviously military brats and knew from experience they could get into a viewing booth. They stopped at the other advertising case just inside the door. It had close-up photos of each of the three female faces giving blowjobs and each of the male faces eating pussy and a mixture of photos of coital sex acts, photos of females rimming males, and males rimming females, including one of me with my face turned sideways to clearly show my tongue licking Angela's anus. The girl with the blond-dyed hair and video camera pointed to it. "Sure likes his face in her black ass. Be fun to get comments when we show our dirty video," she sneered to her girlfriend. The other girl nodded approval and snickered. They were caught up with the photos for another few seconds and did not see me. The peepshow joint had a light-green terrazzo floor. Large ceiling fans turned slowly in the sultry summer air. Several houseflies buzzed around them. I was hot and sweating. Way in the back, the pretty ebony face of Angela smiled as she waved to me. She was same five-feet-five-inch height as the teenage girl with the blond-dyed hair, but five to ten years older. She was barefoot and ready to go with her chrome-studded black leather slave collar, wristbands, and ankle bands on. She wore red lipstick lightly applied, lightly applied mascara and faint purplish eye shadow. Her straightened black hair was cut in a short female style and fastened back with a blue plastic hair clip. Her red tank top only partly covered her fairly flat female breasts and revealed she had no bra. Her cut-short tight white shorts that revealed more of the bottoms of her shapely round black buttocks than the ones the teenager was wearing. Video booths lined both walls. Customers would watch videos of naked sex-performers engaging in coital sex, fellatio, cunnilingus, and anilingus while waiting around to watch naked real live-sex-show performers like Angela and me perform those same sex-acts. Male biology limited coital sex. Angela and I mostly did cunnilingus, fellatio, and anilingus, which we performed in a variety of sex-act poses and positions for forty-five minutes. The turntable continuously rotated us, so spectators in the booths could scrutinize our sex-acts, naked bodies, sex-organs, bare asses, assholes, and facial identities and expressions from all angles. A red neon sign pointed to twenty booths arranged in a circular pattern about fifteen steps back into the joint. These had been constructed specifically for gawking at naked sex-models. There was room for a single standing customer in each booth, but the management tolerated couples squeezing into them. They even sometimes tolerated three school kids from German or American-military high schools or middle schools squeezing in. At five German marks for about two minutes of viewing in each of the twenty booths, they made about two thousand marks, or around a thousand dollars, for each forty-five-minute live-sex-show, up to seven to eight thousand dollars per day. The two black teenage girls were giggling just in back of me. "See his slave collar and stuff? He's your filthy piece-of-ass model we're going to watch," the one with pencil-row hair shrieked with glee. The manager saw me and glanced at his wristwatch. It was two minutes to show time. "Get naked, Tom!" he barked. The black girl with the blond-dyed hair and the nice ass looked me over and grinned lewdly. "You're the whore who's gonna lick her asshole while I watch, and I've seen you naked before," she told me with a smirking sneer. She patted her video camera to let me know that she was also going to videotape me doing it, but said nothing. A sign said: No Cameras. No one paid attention to it. Management never said anything. But the black teenager clearly did not want to test her luck. I was trying to remember if I knew her when I felt a hand feeling my ass. I turned. It was Angela. She had told me on Thursday that she relished the feel of my face in her ass and my tongue on her anus. "Face-in-ass time, Tom," she told me in a Jamaican accent. "Face-in-ass time, Tom?" taunted the teenage black girl with the nice ass. I shrugged. Angela began pulling off her tank top and I began pulling off my gym shirt as we hurried five steps to the door to the peepshow turntable. In back of us, the two teenage girls were shrieking and laughing. We got to the door bare from the waist up. Angela and I glanced back. The girl with the blond-dyed hair was right in back of us videotaping. She winked and stuck her tongue out at me. Angela smiled at her and patted my ass. She seemed to know the teenage girl. She told me loudly for the girl's benefit, "Just for Susan, first thing you're going to do is lick my asshole, bitch. Best way to show you doing it is I'll get on my hands and knees." "You know this Susan?" I asked her as I opened the door. She nodded at the black girl videotaping us, winked dirtily at me, and stepped into the access door. "She's my distant cousin and pen-pal. You modeled naked for her high school art class three times," she said. "Oh," I said. I followed her and shut the door. Neither Angela nor I minded anyone seeing us naked. But the manager's money-hungry wife did not want people getting free looks. The access to the turntable was small. I kicked off my shower shoes. Angela and I bumped against each other as she and I slipped off our shorts. Neither of us had worn underpants. I glanced at her tuft of kinky black pubic hair and cunt. It was a hot day and even hotter in the heat of bright peepshow spotlights. Our naked flesh was already moist and slimy with perspiration and wet and sticky under our black leather slave collars, wristbands, and ankle bands. The red-rug-covered turntable was two feet above the floor and eight feet in diameter. All around it were the twenty peepshow booths. There was a narrow one-foot-wide access area on the green terrazzo floor between the turntable and the wall of booths, and this had not been cleaned. A few candy bar and cigarette wrappers were scattered around on the floor, and there were shoe prints in the dust where one of the maintenance people had walked to repair shutter-raising mechanisms on viewing windows. When a spectator put five marks of coins into a coin box inside each of the viewing booths, a small electric motor raised a shutter for about two minutes and allowed views of naked sex-models like Angela and me. If no more coins were dropped in, the shutter then dropped over the window until more coins were put in. The center of the slowly rotating turntable was five feet from all of the viewing windows. The edge of the turntable was one foot from all of the windows, and sometimes some part of the bare body of a sex-model might extend some beyond it. So Angela's and my bare bodies were always between a few inches and a few feet from spectators. But to us naked sex-models, it looked like a tiny private room. Since the slowly turning turntable was two feet above floor, and since the customers stood on the floor-level, when Angela and I were standing on it, spectators were looking straight out at our sex-organs and bare asses. We, on the other hand, were looking down at the windows. And when we were lying or kneeling on the turntable, we were slightly below the viewing windows. The glare of seven bright quartz spotlights shined in our eyes and reflected off the dark booth windows. We naked sex-models had no idea who was looking at us or who might be videotaping or photographing us. Angela put a foot up on the slowly turning turntable and got onto it. She immediately got on her hands and knees and spread her legs. She did not even look back at me. I glanced at her shapely bare ebony ass. I got up on the slowly turning turntable and got on my knees behind Angela's bare ass. Her sweat glistened on her shapely round ebony buttocks in the hot bright spotlights. Between them a droplet of sweat ran down the crack of her ass and over the dark pigmented flesh of her anus and down into the black pubic hair on the right side of the split bulge of her cunt. I looked away from it at the circular wall of viewing booths. They seemed to be turning by us and we seemed to be standing still on the turning turntable. All of the viewing-window shutters were up. Over twenty spectators ogling Angela's and my bare bodies were delighting in purchasing our degradation and debauchery. "What are you waiting for, Tom?" Angela said without looking back. "Lick my asshole, slut." I bent forward and placed my hands on the turntable rug between Angela's ebony thighs. I took another glance at her asshole while I spread my legs to give the spectators a good view of my bare ass, asshole, and dangling balls and cock like in the photos facing the sidewalk. Then I pressed my face into her ebony ass, pressed my mouth against her asshole, slipped my tongue out, and began licking around and around the firm flesh of her anus. Along with several cackles and guffaws, I could hear two teenage girlish yelling shrieks of mockery and glee. "Face-in-ass time, Tom!" Susan loudly ridiculed from behind one of those twenty dark windows. Knowing that she was videotaping, I spread my legs more obscenely wide apart, squished my mouth against Angela's asshole, and forced my tongue as far as I could squeeze into it a dozen times. When I returned to licking around her anal flesh, Angela continued to squash her sweaty black ass tight against my face and squirm her asshole around my mouth. My nose was squashed into the crack of her ass, and in order to lick her asshole, I had to keep my mouth against it. My oral activity stimulated a flow of saliva, and I had to obscenely gulp it while licking her anus and then vulgarly suck breaths by saliva-wet anal flesh. I backed my face away and looked at her sweaty black ass and the saliva wetness around her asshole. A slight breeze made me aware of the saliva moistness all around my mouth. I knew from watching one of the German female sex-models perform anilingus in a big black male ass on that same turntable that the saliva all around my lower face and chin was glistening in the bright spotlights. I wanted to get my mouth and tongue into the soft flesh of Angela's cunt and smell and feel the odorous wetness of her cunt juices smearing around my mouth and lower face. "How long do you want me to lick your asshole, Angela?" I asked, "Five minutes minimum, bitch," she told me. "I'm enjoying it. So are those girls and everybody. And you want to give them a good dirty video, don't you, Tom?" I licked her asshole until my tongue got tired. Then I licked her cunt from behind with a tired tongue and a stiff neck. In a way, I felt like I was posing nude for art classes again. It was getting more sore and less fun. Then she moved her ass and cunt out of my face. Knowing what that meant, I stood up. She knelt in front of me, slurped my penis into her mouth, and began giving a public blowjob. Angela and I went through poses, positions, and sex-acts like this for more than another half-hour. She sucked my cock. She stood up, and I knelt down and ate her pussy. I lay on the turntable and she sucked cock again. She lay on her stomach on the turntable and I pressed my face between her buttocks and licked her anus. I stood up and she sucked my cock. She was careful not to suck me off because we had to keep the show going and had to do it all over again in an hour. But she had been turned-on from me licking her asshole. When I licked down from her asshole onto her cunt and got my mouth on her clit, it was a hard little nob. And shortly after that she had a female orgasm while moaning and pushing her cunt into my face. And then she rolled over on her back and just lay there for a minute with a blank look at me. She sighed and clenched her jaw. Knowing that we had a show to do, she turned over onto her stomach again, spread her legs wide apart. She looked back at me over her bare black ass, and nodded toward her asshole. I eased my face over her ass, pressed it between her buttocks, and licked her asshole for a couple minutes. And then she crawled around and sucked my cock again. And then she stood up and I knelt behind her and squashed my face between her buttocks and licked again. All the while coins kept dropping into boxes. The peepshow joint made over a thousand bucks for that one live-sex-show. I got five bucks. Angela got fifteen. When a little bell rang and told us it was over, we got off the turntable, slipped into our clothes, and went down and got a pizza. The teenage girls were nowhere to be seen. They had come; they had seen; and they had videotaped. "Not to worry," Angela told me with a shrug. "You're a piece-of-ass. Susan came to ogle your bare ass and videotape you licking my anus for fun with their friends." And back in Cleveland for the first day of college drawing classes, there was Susan. She still had blond-dyed hair. At the end of the modeling session, and while I was still naked, she saucily sashayed up to me. She studied my dangling male sex-organs as I pulled on my robe. The last of the other students left the classroom. "That was a really dirty peepshow you did in Germany, Tom," she coquettishly told me. "I only modeled three days for your high-school group. You have a good memory for faces," I responded. "Actually I remembered your bare white ass, asshole, penis, and testicles," she cutely asserted. "Well, your fine black ass looks a lot like your cousin Angela's," I countered. "So you want to lick my anus like hers?" she propositioned more than asked. "Any time," I grinned. "Okay. Face-in-ass time, Tom," she taunted and saucily stuck out her tongue at me. "Angela E-mailed me that you told her you enjoyed licking her asshole. That true?" "Yeah," I answered. She sneered at me and slipped her hand under my robe and contemptuously felt around my bare ass. Pressing her hand against the flesh of my buttocks, she guided me toward a nude model undressing booth. We slipped quickly into it and closed the door. I knelt behind her. She pulled up her dress and slipped down her panties. I pressed my face between her ebony buttocks and licked. "You make a video of us?" I asked quietly into her black ass after a minute or two of anilingus. She moved her ass out of my face. "Video came out lousy. Your tongue felt neat though, slut," she whispered as she pulled up her panties and pulled down her dress and smoothed it out. She had a dirty grin for me when I came in to model nude for the next figure drawing class. "Hi, Tom," she said sweetly as she pointedly looked at my penis. She formed a silent words "Ass-face slut!" with her lips, and then stuck out her tongue at me. I grinned and got into a pose.
