"An American's Dirty Public Sex Summer in Germany"
by
Chapter One:
Naked and Performing in a Public Live-Sex Peepshow
If any of you readers do not know about the live-sex-shows in bars, the
live-sex-show peepshows, and porn-video arcades along the Reeperbahn in
Hamburg, Germany, you may not completely understand my story. So I have
added some information about it at the end of this chapter that you may
want to read first. For those who have seen or heard about the depraved
sex-scene on the Reeperbahn, just read on.
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Like all the live-sex-show peepshows and many of the live-sex-show bars
along the Reeperbahn there were two glass-cased bulletin boards. One
faced the passers-by on the sidewalk, and on that one there were color
photographs advertising the sex-performers' completely nude bodies,
usually in contrived indecent poses.
Just steps inside the doorway there were more color photographs
advertising the completely naked low-life sex-performers. In that
bulletin board the photographs captured the naked pieces-of-ass
disgracing themselves by engaging in lewd oral or coital sex-acts as
publicly performed in that establishment's sex-shows.
The outside bulletin board facing passers-by on the sidewalk showed
photographs of nude dancers. It also showed pictures of a naked black
woman and naked white man. They had been taken from behind and
showed-off both of the sluts on their hands and knees with their legs
spread wide apart and obscenely exhibiting their bare asses, assholes,
and sex organs like soliciting whores to passers-by on the street.
I was a nude art model in Cleveland. I had no objections to their
public nudity. But I said to myself that these were definitely not nude
art poses.
Inside the doorway were more full-body photos. One was of the black
woman on her on her knees engaging in fellatio. Another was of the
white man on his knees in front of her engaging in cunnilingus. Another
was of him on his knees behind her engaging in anilingus.
The interracial couple was definitely not in nude art poses there,
either. I put them down in my mind as shameless low-life naked
pieces-of-ass.
Beside that bulletin board was another larger one with larger color
pictures. It showed two different pairs of naked interracial sluts.
One was the same black girl and white man and had their names, Monica
and Harold. The other was a white girl and black man named Sally and
Hamza.
In both large color photographs the naked white piece-of-ass was
clearly licking the black sex-model's asshole, white male licking black
female's in one photo, white female licking black male's in the other.
The bulletin board was emblazoned with the rationale for the sex-shows.
There was a large statement in English and two smaller ones, no doubt
saying the same, in French and German:
It said: "Our filthy naked white pieces-of-ass atone for slavery,
colonialism, and white racism by dirtily licking-out and tongue-fucking
black assholes. They need you to watch them defile themselves to make
up for it."
I saw it as promotional droll. They were cashing in on the successful
blacks on blondes themes prevalent in pornography.
But I kept looking at it. I had licked black whores' assholes to show
them that I wasn't a wham-bam-thankyou-ma'am racist honky. Maybe there
was some guilt thing to it? Anyway there was no shortage of white
models for blacks-dominating-whites porn, a popular genre with whites.
Whatever that may be, the peepshow's advertised sex-show looked
amusingly lewd and dirty enough, so I went in.
So there I was in the neon-emblazoned storefront Hamburg peepshow
waiting to see its scheduled on-the-hour live-sex-show. A combination
of being in a foreign country, adult years of viewing pornography, and
talking with prostitutes made it seem normal.
I had no intentions of writing anything that day. If the thought had
crossed my mind, it would only have been a brief "experience"
paragraph. Because I did not intend to write anything, the following is
from recollection after several years have now gone by.
My recollection now is that I was mulling whether I should go in and
take a look at the raunchy lewd sex-show that was advertised on the
bulletin board.
I went in. Like all live peep-show sex-shows on the Reeperbahn, that
establishment also had an arcade of coin-operated video viewing booths
which showed commercial European and American porn videos.
It had video viewing booths along both sides of the interior until near
the back the customer reached a circular wood-veneer structure
externally about twenty feet in diameter and seven feet high. Around
the outside of this live-sex-show structure were seventeen narrow
viewing booth doors, each opening to allow the live-show customer into
a tall narrow booth that had a roughly three-foot by three-foot (one
meter by one meter) floor space.
Two people could comfortably have squeezed in -- and couples did -- but
three people in one of those booths would have been nearly impossible.
Thus at any given time during a half-hour sex performance no more than
thirty viewers could watch. However, the coin-operated windows were
only set for a minute, and when a customer's coins ran out, he or she
would leave and be replaced by another viewer.
As a result, during a half-hour sex-show performance there might be a
over hundred different sex-show spectators who had stopped in to view
the naked public sex-performers and would have seen them engaging in at
least one sex act before they departed the booths. And since the same
naked sex-performers performed six to seven half-hour sex-shows each
day, perhaps six hundred to seven hundred different spectators ogled
their bare flesh and lewd public sex-acts every day.
Virtually always during a live-sex-show, all the booths were occupied,
often later in the evening when the Reeperbahn came to life there were
sex-show fans waiting outside the booth doors until a person or couple
departed a booth. Then the new spectator would hurry in with a handful
of coins to leer at the lewd naked performers publicly engaging in
sex-acts.
When the live-sex-show was not being performed, few viewers observed a
nude female "dancer" on the slowly rotating seven-foot-diameter
turntable. The booths were sparsely occupied.
I had moments earlier stepped into one of the booths, dropped a single
Deutsche mark coin into its coin-box and waited for a small window
blind to raise from covering a viewing-booth window. For a few minutes
I had inspected a young German woman exhibiting her shapely bare body
dancing to canned music. Behind her the door through which the
performers had to enter the sex-show arena was just another door
similar to those on the viewing booths.
In between live-sex-acts that took place in peep-show places along the
Reeperbahn, a series of nude female dancers always cavorted to some
rhythmical music on the live-sex-act turntable between the hourly
actual live sex shows. The times for the live-sex-shows were advertised
on the bulletin board out in front of the peepshow arcade. Customers
generally waited until the actual live-sex-shows were being performed.
The viewing windows at this peepshow were one-way mirrors. Blinding
bright spotlights had been positioned just above the windows to shine
on the naked human bodies on the turntable.
As a result of this combination, the brightly spotlighted sexy naked
woman I was looking over was denied even the faintest potential of
seeing me or any of the other people examining her bare body and
fantasizing about it. In a few minutes I planned to watch two naked
people shamelessly engaging in sex-acts on that turntable for audience
amusement.
The one-way viewing mirrors were clearly intended to prevent the nude
dancers and live-sex-act performers from having any knowledge of the
facial identities of perhaps a hundred people who might be viewing
their bare bodies and sex-acts during each half-hour performance. Over
the course of days and weeks these unknown anonymous spectators would
accumulate into thousands of assorted people that the naked sex-models
would never know.
In that way, this peepshow's live-sex performers were not unlike porno
models who performed in videos. They would go out on the street without
having the faintest idea of who might have seen their pubic parts and
public sensation and scandal.
This was generally true even though the sex-show performers had to walk
across the arcade in front of arcade customers in G-strings to get to
the live-sex-show arena. Sex-show performers walked quickly and
briskly. They could sometimes catch a glimpse of one or more of the
people who might or might not be staring at their naked flesh in the
arena.
Most of the live-sex-show spectators were already inside the booths
watching the interim performer, a nude female dancer when the live-sex
performers hurried to their dirty naked jobs.
The seventeen booths were always completely occupied during the
live-sex-show performances, sometimes with more than one person
watching. In addition, many spectators would come and go during the
live sex performance.
So there were always between twenty-five and a hundred different
observers of each half-hour live-sex-show performance. The naked
performers were not able to get the slightest inkling of who they might
have been.
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It may have been a twist of irony or just a construction cost-cutter
that a booth -- from which the whole wall separating it from the
turntable arena had been removed -- was the entrance through which the
sex-performers entered the turntable arena.
It was the only booth with a doorknob. The dancers and sex-performers
opened the doorknob, slipped off their G-strings in a small floor-area.
This area was about one meter by one meter, equal to that of the other
viewing booths, and clambered up naked onto the brightly spotlighted
turntable.
When I went into one of the regular the turntable viewing booths to
view the nude German female dancer, I happened to get in one directly
across from the performers' changing booth where she had removed her
red G-string. I saw it on a small shelf.
It was just a diversion. My attention was on bare female flesh. I spent
a couple one-Deutsche mark coins viewing the undressed young woman
wriggling her attractive bare ass and body and then left that booth.
I went out and strolled across the arcade to one of the video viewing
booths lining the wall.
I remember going over to the video booths with a large handful of
one-mark coins. Because there were still some minutes before the
scheduled live-sex-show I went into one of them that had six European
porn videos. Customers like me deposited one-mark coins, each giving
about a minute of porn viewing, and then had freedom to choose from the
menu of six videos.
One of several porn videos that I viewed after depositing several
one-mark coins -- each allowing about a minute of viewing each when
dropped into the coin box -- showed a bare black male and a naked
German-looking blond engaging in sex act of anilingus. She was
enthusiastically rimming his black anus.
I went through the channels of stripped porno models engaging in coital
sex, cunnilingus, and fellatio. In one, a tall and muscular naked black
man in his thirties was fucking a thin naked light-skinned Arab-looking
girl in the ass doggy-style. He had a long thick black cock and rammed
it into her small asshole with great relish.
She seemed to wince with discomfort as the long thick stiff black penis
rammed into her rectum through the stretched flesh of her asshole. The
camera person had scurrilously delighted in focusing for some seconds
and from several angles on her facial identity and expression as she
winced with each fuck into her asshole, so I got a good look at her.
Then the view went to a full shot from the side and behind showing both
of their bare bodies while he fucked her in the ass. He yanked his long
thick stiff black male meat out of her asshole.
"Okay, slut," he told her loudly in English with a sneer in a West
Indies accent. "Suck my cock after it come out your asshole." It was
probably one of those European porn videos made with the large American
market in mind. German translation subtitles appeared across the bottom
of the screen.
The camera person kept the full shot of their bodies to grant the
viewer an uninterrupted, unequivocal, and authentic account of the
Arab-looking girl's consummate defilement and disgrace. Even in this
full camera shot, her facial expression betrayed a certain eagerness
for the dirty defilement and disgrace.
She immediately opened her mouth to prepare for the insertion of his
stiff cock that had just come out of her asshole. Then she turned and
crawled on her hands and knees to it while he remained kneeling in
place, waiting and grinning at her impatience and exertion to get his
cock that had just come out of her asshole into her mouth.
She crawled up to it, slipped it into her mouth, wrapped her lips
around it, and sucked cock. He assisted her by literally fucking her in
the mouth as he had just done fucking her in her asshole.
He tensed, exhaled a quick moan, and rammed his cock deep down her
throat in an obvious ejaculation. She gagged on his hard long cock and
ejaculated cum and expelled his cock in a gagging cough. And then she
hacked several more coughs to clear her throat while he grinned at her.
"That was great, Rita," he sneered at her. "You're a real filthy slut."
"Rita" looked up at him, wiped her mouth against her bare arm, and gave
him a pleasant satisfied smile. The guy was right. Naked Rita was a
real filthy smut slut.
I scrolled through the menu of porn video offerings and got to a video
where a different bare muscular black male was eating a naked white
blond female's pussy, both of them lying on a rug on the floor.
I could see the blond female respond to a request from the director and
then look directly into the lens of the camera videotaping her. And the
black guy also looked out of the corner of his eye at someone
off-screen clearly speaking to him while he ate pussy on-camera.
"Lick my asshole, bitch," the naked blond woman told the naked black
man.
The blond female rolled over on her stomach, and now her bare ass was
in the black man's face. He looked at the director, then clearly
complied with a directive and squashed his face between the blonde's
buttocks and slipped his tongue around her anal flesh.
He licked her anal flesh and forced his tongue in and out of her
asshole for some length of time when the camera operator zoomed in on a
close-up of the act of anilingus where he looked at the camera while he
licked around her asshole.
But my coins ran out after about a half-minute of this shot, and the
color television screen went blank after the coin-allotted time ran
out.
I went to the change booth and got more coins. But I intended to go to
the live-sex-show booths with them. Instead of turning on a television
screen, these coins raised a blind so spectators like me could see the
live unclothed couple engaging in sexual acts.
As I got the coins, I saw the nude German dancer that I had earlier
been watching live. But this time she was on a color television monitor
screen inside the change booth.
"There's a video camera inside the live show arena?" I blurted out to
the woman cashier in English. She was about thirty, a blue-eyed blond
woman in a summer dress. She looked up at me with a mocking grin.
"To monitor our filthy naked pieces-of-ass. So the obscene show is okay
for our customers," she told me in German-accented English with a
smirk. "The manager has a television set in his office, also to
monitor."
"You speak English quite well," I noted.
"I lived in New York for a few years," she smiled. "You from New York?"
"No, Ohio," I answered. "So, you monitor your -- uh -- performers?"
"Call them filthy pieces-of-ass," she smirked. "We want customers to
see us debauching our filthy naked pieces-of-ass." She shot me a grin
knowing that I would approve.
"Sound's good," I told her.
"We have the filthiest naked pieces-of-ass in Hamburg. Disgracing and
shaming themselves just for you. At least one of our filthy male or
female bitches publicly licks an asshole in each dirty show." she
touted for her business, but smirked to convey a judgment about
indecency of their sex-performers. "That is, of course, why you came
here."
"Yeah," I grinned to show approval of what they were doing.
"If you want to take pictures or videos of our filthy naked sluts, go
ahead," she told me in a faux conspiratorial whisper.
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I nodded to a sign that said in several languages: NO CAMERAS ALLOWED.
"Says no cameras?"
"Forget it," she told me with a grin and a wink. "Prevents our low-life
pieces-of-ass from suing us if someone publishes pictures or sells
videotapes of them."
"Sign does that?" I asked.
"Sign warned customers," she snickered. "It puts legal responsibility
on the customers. It just prevents our filthy sluts from giving our
business any problems. But we make all of our male and female bitches
sign model releases."
"Model releases?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she said with a grin and obviously pleased by it. "The
pieces-of-ass sign away legal rights to any images of themselves. That
takes away the money motivation to sue. And since they voluntarily
defame themselves with public nakedness and public dirty sex-acts the
pieces-of-ass have no slander against us for pictures showing them
naked and doing defaming things."
"Yeah, you're right," I said with a shrug.
"Lots of light in the sex-show arena. You can get good pictures and
videos," she told me with a sneering grin.
"I don't have a camera," I told her.
"Too bad," the blonde cashier said with a German accent as she
shrugged. "Too bad for you, and too bad for us. You can't show your
friends pictures of the naked pieces-of-ass whom we shame and degrade.
Therefore they may not come here to see our live disgraced sluts for
themselves."
A couple standing in line for coins behind me and listening did have a
home video camera, however. I took my coins and waved the cashier a
quick good bye.
I wandered toward the live-sex-show booths.
The final "nude dancer" act prior to the live sex show was about to be
over. The live-sex-shows began exactly on the hour and there were still
a few minutes. I ambled between rows of porn-video booths toward the
booths of the live-sex-act arena.
I was, like all the other men and women streaming in to specifically
see the live-sex-show. I was expecting to be entertained by two naked
people voluntarily engaging in sex-acts in public -- something that
society defined as indecency, degradation, and shame.
I was simply another customer waiting to see the live-sex-show when the
loudspeaker announced in English and German that it would begin in a
few minutes.
To proclaim it, a tape or CD of noisy heavy-beat music was put on,
along with more loud public address announcements touting the upcoming
scheduled live-sex-show.
The nude young woman I had seen displaying her fine attributes on the
turntable a few minutes earlier emerged from the only door with a
doorknob. She was bare breasted and wearing the red G-string I had seen
on the shelf.
She looked straight ahead and tried to ignore the arcade customers as
she strolled across the green-and-white squares of the vinyl tile
floor. She was swaying her all-but-bare G-stringed fanny as she passed
several porn video booths to a door that led to a back room.
Standing almost next to the sex-arena entrance door from which she had
come was the taunt, thin, and unshaven 30-something German manager in a
rumpled tweed sports coat and rumpled gray trousers. He scarcely
acknowledged his nearly bare female employee as she strode quickly by
him.
That was because he was having an animated discussion in a mixture of
German and English with a small sexy and shapely young black woman
decently dressed in short and tight white shorts, a light colored
tanktop, and loafers.
Her hair was shaved off in a bald-fade style. And she had a couple
large gold rings swinging from her ears. She had on something like
violet eye shadow and bright red lipstick that matched bright red nail
polish on clipped-short fingernails.
I ambled nearer to them and stood listening.
I quickly gathered that she and the manager were having it out about a
crisis. Her sex-act male partner had failed to show-up on time. The
scheduled live sex show was about to begin, and he was not coming. I
stood curious, fascinated, and discourteously gawking.
Even if I had not heard the conversation, I knew from nude photos
advertising her that were pinned up on a bulletin board near the
entrance that she was half of the live sex show.
I had seen three photographs showing the young black woman naked on the
bulletin board facing the sidewalk. In the first she stood facing the
camera. In the second she was in a naked cheesecake pose. In the third
the photographer had taken a shot from behind that advertised her bare
black ass and showed off the split bulge of her twat as she knelt on
all fours looking back at the camera like a soliciting whore.
The first of two color photographs on the bulletin board in the
entranceway, a step off the sidewalk for anyone walking by, showed her
naked and kneeling in front of a tall naked white man with his large
stiff penis swallowed deep down her throat. In the other they were both
naked while he fucked her doggy style.
I stood there impolitely listening and staring at the shapely and sexy
young woman who fucked and sucked naked in public. While I stood
watching, the manager fumed and she countered.
Enough sex-show spectators had now gathered to fill many of the
seventeen viewing booths, and several were now inside them. The others
were keeping an eye on the small entrance door to the turntable area
from which the nude dancer had just emerged, clearly hoping to get a
good look at the two shameless sluts who would strip naked and lewdly
engage in a half-hour of sex-acts for their amusement.
The female sex-act performer and the manager both shot me glances. But
they returned to their wrangling about the male sex-show partner and
where he might be and whether they might get him back in the next few
minutes. The young black woman implied that he was with his regular
girlfriend somewhere, and she was not about to interfere.
Back in the States where I was a nude art model nakedness in front of
groups of decently dressed people did not bother me. Moreover, I was in
Germany. No one I knew would see me as naked piece-of-ass publicly
engaging in sex-acts for pay. Even videos and photographs taken of me
would by and large stay in Europe. Those that did make it to the States
would be used for private gossipy tourist-trip occasions.
I liked the idea that there might be a chance to find out how it felt
to strip and perform in a live-sex-show, and I decided to send out a
feeler.
"What happens if he doesn't show up?" I asked her in good American
English.
The young black woman broke her turbulent eye contact with the manager
turned to glare at me.
"So you want to fill-in or something?" she asked me point blank in
English in a smug assertive tone.
Blurted out angrily that way, her statement was meant not to invite but
to chastise for standing and impolitely listening to their business
discussion.
She had initially -- and as far as that went, correctly -- sized me up
as an average male sex-show customer who had come to leer at her
degeneration and humiliation. But she was not quite correct. She had
thought that I was one of those customer-guys who would never in a
million years strip naked and perform sex-acts with her in front of a
leering and taunting peepshow audience.
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Rather than quickly looking away and hurrying to steer clear of such
offers and innuendo, I took a deep mulling breath with a look of
"maybe" written all over my face. She was a shapely sexy black girl and
clearly had a nice black ass. I was anxious to try out being a
live-sex-show performer in a peepshow, but I was weighing aftereffects.
Her self-righteous glare immediately softened. So did the manager's.
Both quickly gathered that I might be the solution to their dilemma.
The black girl shot me a coquettish and knowing grin.
"You want to?" she asked.
"Ten marks each show," the manager immediately offered. A Deutsche mark
was then worth about forty cents. It meant I would get four dollars per
half-hour live-sex-act.
Four dollars for stripping naked and engaging in sex-acts for a
half-hour in a sex show may not sound like much money. But consider
that the shows ran daily every two hours seven days per week. They ran
from circa two in the afternoon until three in the wee hours of the
morning, seven shows seven days per week. Sometimes on Sunday they
reduced the number of shows to six.
That adds up to about a hundred sixty dollars a week in American terms.
In the internal German economic terms, however, the money had somewhat
more purchasing power. So a guy could live on it for stripping and
engaging in sex-acts in joints along the Reeperbahn, and there was
harder work around that paid less. The money would help me stretch out
my stay in Germany.
But the manager's offer was not for a month or more of sex work. It was
simply four dollars, and for stripping naked and engaging in sex-acts
for public amusement and sport for the next half-hour show. But it was
clear that it probably would include more ten-mark payments for other
live-sex-shows for the rest of the day.
I think he realized that, but felt, as show time rapidly approached,
that was the going rate. I was looking eager enough, so the German
equivalent of four dollars should be adequate to have the black girl
and me as a live-sex-show couple performing on schedule.
I glanced around. There was no one I knew. No one would know it was me.
"Okay," I told him.
He shot me a perfunctory smile. It was just business to him. "Good," he
said, half-sounding like the similar German word for "good."
"Should I just go into the peepshow with her now?" I asked
"Come into my office first," he beckoned as he started hastily for it.
The office was effectively part of the cashier booth where I had just
been talking to the blonde cashier lady who was contemptuous of "filthy
pieces-of-ass" who performed in live-sex-shows.
She had seen and heard everything and shot me a dirty smirking sneer.
The black girl and I followed the manager. "The other white guy
licked-out and tongue-fucked my black asshole every show," she told me.
"You'll do it, too?"
"The manager turned his head as he walked ahead of us. "You have to.
Asshole-licking is our black-dominating-white theme that brings in
customers. Our white piece-of-ass always has to."
"Anyway he knows that I don't do that dirty disgusting rimming stuff,"
the black girl told me. "Okay?"
I had given rim jobs to black whores. I had no material objections to
licking her black asshole. The fact that I would be performing the
dirty humiliating sex-act in public even thrilled me slightly.
"Okay," I shrugged.
The manager hurried across the arcade and went into his office, leaving
the door wide open. He had a schedule to meet and wasted no time when
we got there.
"Take off your clothes," he told me in a businesslike tone. "I need
dirty pictures for our bulletin board outside on the street."
When I had come in, I had seen the debasing photographs facing the
sidewalk. The photos showed their naked sex-show performers touting
their asses and sex-organs like whores toward passers-by. Anyone
walking by could look at them and recognize that the debasing photos
were of debauched whores paid to publicly perform sex-acts in the
peepshow.
There was something else, though. The manager was clearly inferring
that I would be one of his live-sex-show performers for more than one
show, even for more than one day. He was going through the trouble of
taking instant photographs of my naked body in lewd poses so as to
advertise me as one of his naked dirty sex-show bitches.
I didn't balk. As a nude art model I had stripped naked and had been
photographed for arty photos a number of times.
But I became self-conscious of entering a devalued social caste of
photographed naked porno models and live-sex-show performers. My
personal value as far as getting good income jobs was going to go way
down if this got back to the States. My value to the manager was
debauched flesh for his sex-shows, clearly at least several days of
them.
He and his change-booth lady were pleased to see that a half-dozen
potential paying customers were looking in through the open office
door, he because it was good business, she because I was now one more
of their dirty pieces-of-ass.
The black girl scowled at me to indicate that I should not hesitate.
She kicked off her loafers. She was not wearing socks.
She cast a scurrilous glance at me and began taking off her tanktop.
"Get undressed, white bitch," she told me. "Strip!"
I turned my back to the open door and the arcade customers who were
casually looking in. I had stripped naked in front of art students, art
teachers, and art class guests thousands of times. This was just one
more, even if I had slight reservations about the dirtier and more
degrading purpose of stripping.
As many as a dozen tourist-dressed people were looking into the office.
This time I was getting naked with the sole intention of performing
sex-acts together for their audience sport and amusement.
The black girl peeled off her tanktop and put it in a wire basket on a
chair beside the manager's desk. She had worn no bra or undershirt
beneath it and thus exhibited small almost flat bare breasts. The rich
ebony flesh of her tummy bulged ever so slightly and called attention
to her belly button.
She pulled down her shorts. She was not wearing any panties, clearly
arriving at the sex-show place with no other intention but performing
in their live sex show.
She dropped her shorts on top of her loafers and picked up shoes and
shorts and put them into the wire basket. I looked over her bare ebony
flesh and twat while I slipped my jeans off.
I dropped my jeans in a pile over my T-shirt and loafers on the
rug-covered floor.
Then as I had done for numerous art classes, I slipped out of the last
raiment, my underpants. Feeling naked, I picked all of my clothes up in
a bundle and placed them in the wire basket on the chair beside the
black girl's things. It was obviously where their sex-models put their
clothes.
The manager had gotten his instant camera. He had me turn and face him.
Now totally naked I could see the spectators looking at the bare black
girl and me through the door. He snapped a photograph.
"I need a picture of your bare ass," he told me.
"You saw the pictures on the bulletin board out in front," the black
girl told me. "Just get into those same dirty poses."
"Kneel on my desk on your hands and knees," the manager specifically
told me in case I still did not get it.
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Because one side of the desk was close to the wall, the only way he was
going to photograph my bare ass was with it toward the open door and
the people pointing, snickering, and grinning at the little free show
we were putting on.
I climbed up awkwardly in my nakedness onto the desk on all fours. For
a moment I was glad I was in far-away Germany.
But even as I let out a faint sigh at the thought, I was acquiring
numbness to the disgrace and degradation. I had been naked in front of
fellow male high school students in gym-class showers. So here I was
naked in front of decently clothed women and men. He went around behind
me.
"Spread your legs wider and look back at the camera," he told me. I
looked back at it. I could also see the group of summer-dressed arcade
customers smirking at the fact that my naked body and bare ass were
being photographed in that dirty degrading pose for showing on the
bulletin board facing the sidewalk.
Their grins and snickers told me that I was being mocked not only for
being publicly naked, but also for my defiling pose and prostituted
live-sex-show performer abasement.
He snapped several photographs of my bare ass and dangling sex organs
from slightly below the level of the desk while I looked back at the
camera to reveal my facial identity to the passers-by on the sidewalk.
He looked at the photographs after they were all printed out.
"Okay," he said gruffly. He put the camera in his desk and pulled out a
form and a pen. "Model release. Sign here." It was in German.
"Just sign it. I did," the black girl told me. She was now wearing only
a red G-string. "It just lets people publish pictures of you, naked or
otherwise. They can sell and show dirty pictures of you whenever they
want."
I remembered the blonde cashier's invitation to me and customers to
photograph and videotape the live-sex-show "pieces-of-ass" and knew
that I would be signing away any way to get back at them. "Sign it and
let's go," the black girl insisted. As I scrawled my name on the dotted
line, she held out a tan G-String made of gauze-like see-through fabric
and thin strings of black elastic.
"Put it on," the manager told me. "Hamburg rules. Wear it when you walk
in the arcade. Take it off in the sex-show arena."
I put it on. It was a skimpy piece of tan gauze with an elastic thread
that went between my buttocks and an elastic thread that went around my
waist. The tiny patch of gauze was deliberately thin to permit a view
of my penis and balls, and it was so small that one of my hairy balls
stuck out.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ten-Deutsche mark bill and
placed it on top of my clothes in the wire basket. I acknowledged this
equivalent of four dollars pay for my upcoming half-hour live sex show
performance. He turned and walked out of his office toward the sidewalk
bulletin board with the two nude photographs of me and carrying a
stapler to fasten them to it.
The young black woman diverted my attention quickly to her.
"Come on, white bitch," she told me with a firm contemptuous nod. "Show
time."
And as the clock on the wall showed, it was indeed show time and there
was literally no more time to waste.
Walking saucily ahead of me and swaying her sexy bare black buttocks as
if to taunt me that my face would be squashed between them, she led me
toward the door to the inside the circular arena structure. It was the
door that the nearly bare young woman dancer had just come out from.
Out in the arcade, walking barefoot and wearing a skimpy transparent
G-string that let one of my balls hang out, I was not flustered that
everyone looking at my nearly naked flesh. But I knew that they were
looking at me because I was the dirty debauched male piece-of-ass of
the live sex show team that they were about to watch.
Ten boys and girls were among those looking at me. They were three
German boys, two black boys, two black girls, and three German girls.
I knew that they legally had to be in their upper-teens to come in. But
in a quick glance I could not guess whether they were older of younger
than that.
They had come into the arcade while the black girl and I were in the
office. When I had looked back I had caught a glimpse of them watching
the manager photograph my facial identity along my bare ass and
dangling sex-organs.
The ten of them stood watching the black girl and me with ridiculing
giggles, smirks, and snickers as we headed toward the door of the
live-sex-show arena.
The black boys and girls were rather clearly Americans, most likely
kids of American military service people stationed in Germany. I
couldn't tell for the moment if the white boys and girls were German or
American.
But it was now clear that Americans would be watching my dirty naked
sex-show acts, including the humiliating act of licking the black
girl's asshole in public. I might be in Germany, but Americans whom I
might again meet were going to observe my prostituted debasement and
were already snickering and sneering heckles and taunts at me.
The black and white teenagers wore jeans, shorts, tee shirts. None of
the girls wore dresses. Two black boys carried compact video cameras
and two white boys carried still cameras. Two white girls also carried
video cameras and one black girl carried a still camera.
"They're the filthy bitches who are going to suck and fuck for us?" one
of the black girls said as they all looked over our G-stringed bodies
and pointed laughing at our sex organs and our bare behinds revealed by
the thin gauzy G-strings.
"Shouldn't you brats be in school?" my black female sex partner snapped
back at them.
"We're not brats," one of the teenage black girls objected.
"But you're a cock sucking slut," one of the white boys told her with a
grin and with a German accent. I guessed that the other white boys and
girls were also German.
"Is he going to lick out your black asshole like the other white
bitch-guy yesterday?" another teenage black girl asked her.
My haughty sex-show partner ignored it. It was true. She was a public
cock sucker, and she knew it. She knew my mouth and tongue would be
publicly on her asshole.
But for one thing, talking to the customers would only delay us. It was
time for the dirty sex-show to begin. For another, it would only give
them and other customers more time and pleasure to heckle and taunt us
as the dirty degraded pieces-of-ass that we all knew we were.
"We're in Hamburg for a German-American Study Club meeting," the first
black girl told us as they all walked next to us toward the sex-show
arena.
"We're studying filthy naked pieces-of-ass like you," the German boy
next to her sneered.
Several of them grinned and showed her hands filled with coins, enough
to watch our whole sex show. They were going to have fun with our
public indecencies.
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And it was clear from the black girl's statement about the previous
white male sex-performer's act of anilingus that they would be watching
multiple future sex-shows in which I performed.
The brats wanted some of our attention. If only for that, I tried not
to appear to be looking at them. But I wanted to see at least some of
their facial identities so I would know them if I met them again
somewhere else.
So as I hurried toward the arena entrance in my skimpy see-through
G-string I glanced quickly at them. They were pleased to see that they
had gotten some attention from me and returned my glances with either
heckling winks or mocking smirks. I didn't have to be reminded that
they and the other customers regarded me as a low life dirty
piece-of-ass. But they made sure that the black girl and I knew how
they thought of us, anyway.
When we got to the arena entrance door then they all hurried jocularly
to several open viewing booth doors, and five boy-and-girl pairs
squeezed into five booths.
The dozen-or-so people who had been standing around waiting to view the
live sex show, five of them of them women with men, also shot us
cognizant ogling looks and snickered and sneered at our sex organs seen
through our G-strings.
My black female sex-show partner opened the entrance door to the
sex-show arena.
The customers watching us made small efforts -- like syrupy
condescending smiles and exchanging looks of knowing innuendo between
themselves -- to let us know they regarded us as lewd amusements.
The black girl and I glanced around at the people we would probably
strip naked and engage in sex-acts to amuse. The booths were mostly
filled with others whom we would never see behind one-way-visible
mirrors while the bright spotlights illuminated our bare flesh and
shined in our eyes.
When I glanced back at the dozen people waiting to see the live sex
show I had not fully formed my ideas on the subject. But the impression
was quite clear. It was as if recognizing and participating in an
instantaneous master-slave, debaucher-debauchee, buyer-seller exchange.
A single young man vacated one of the viewing booths to get more coins.
A fortyish Italian-looking man in a blue sports coat, white pressed
trousers, and white shined shoes and his twenty-something
Italian-looking wife or girlfriend in a chartreuse summer blouse, light
blue shorts, and light-colored sandals went into the vacated booth.
They would be watching the black girl and me. And he was carrying an
expensive Japanese camera with a special lens system. She was carrying
an expensive compact video camera.
After my chat with the cashier I knew the small sign on the cashier's
booth saying "No Cameras" in several languages was virtually a reminder
and an invitation to people to photograph and videotape what she termed
"the naked filthy pieces-of-ass." I had seen numerous people in and out
of the booths with cameras over the previous days. I had thought of
buying a cheap camera and shooting some porn myself.
Once inside the booths, spectators were behind closed booth doors and
the management could not see and did not care what they did. And they
could point their various cameras through the one-way-visible mirrors
at the brightly-spotlighted bare human bodies. The naked sex-performers
could only see mirrors and were not able to see who might be ogling
them let alone who might be photographing and videotaping them.
The black girl and I both noted the couple carrying a still camera and
a video camera into the booth to photograph and videotape us. She
looked at me with a shrug. She as well as I had also had seen the ten
American and German teenagers with their still and video cameras. She
said nothing and clearly was used to it.
The people waiting to get into the viewing booths, some of them also
carrying still and video cameras, pointed at us and snickered innuendo.
They dirtily grinned at us and some winked to heckle our degeneracy and
disgrace. As if understanding what this exchange with the people who
would be watching us meant and wanting to end it quickly, the black
girl broke eye-contact with them.
"Let's go," she told me with a look of scorn while holding the door
open while onlookers were pointing or snickering.
She ushered me in, and shut the door. She immediately slipped off her
scanty see-through G-string and so did I.
Now we were in the sex-show's turntable arena. It was like being shut
off from the heckling and taunting spectators even though I knew that
the real purpose was to provide those and other spectators with
anonymous and complete viewing and image capturing of our facial
identities, paraded nakedness, flagrant public sex-acts, and flaunted
degradation.
I looked into the turntable arena. All around the slowly rotating
turntable were what looked like seventeen harmless silver mirrors. I
knew that these were actually one-way viewing windows that allowed
paying viewers see us naked sex-performers and denied us any
possibility of seeing them. But from the inside it only looked like a
round room with mirrors all around it.
I knew that some of the same people, including the German teenagers,
were now viewing us from behind those one-way-visible mirrors. But not
being able to see them made it seem almost like a private little room.
I have to note here that the following observations of that first time
inside of the sex-show arena took place in a matter of a few seconds,
even though describing it may make it seem artificially longer.
I had only a few seconds to glance around. And I did it as much out of
curiosity as to familiarize myself with the place where I would perform
sex-acts for public amusement.
A dozen or so extremely bright quartz spotlights mounted far out of
reach on the ceiling, and eight other spotlights encased in black metal
boxes mounted above the viewing windows, flooded the inside of the
sex-show arena, especially its turntable, with glaring bright light.
It was clearly intended that the audience should have no trouble seeing
facial expressions and identities, naked bodies, behinds, sex organs,
and the scandalous details of the sex-acts their socially debauched
naked fellow humans performed in public.
Mounted on the top of the sex-show arena structure was a video camera
pointed down at the turntable. It allowed the manager in his office and
the person in the cashier's cage to monitor the ongoing sex-acts and
naked sex-performers on the turntable on their television screens.
A padded turntable was covered with a light blue rug. It was raised a
couple feet above the floor. There was about a one-foot gap between it
and the circular wall of peep-show booths where cobwebs and dust had
gathered along the gray vinyl-tile floor.
Scattered on the floor in the dust and cobwebs in this foot-and-a-half
space below the turntable were some old dusty candy bar wrappers and
empty cigarette packages. It had not been swept in at least a couple
weeks, and a few bare-foot footprints showed where naked performers had
stepped, perhaps inadvertently, off of the turntable.
Other scuffling shoe prints in the dust showed where employees had come
in to replace or repair blinds over the one-way mirror-windows and
their small electric motors.
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A viewing-booth spectator could not, of course, see the dust, cobwebs,
and wrappers on the vinyl-tile floor beneath the turntable. I had just
been in one of the booths taking a gander at one of the nude dancer's
attributes, and the viewing angle only permitted seeing the top of the
turning turntable. I had not been the least bit aware of its edge or
what was below it. Like all the spectators, my attention had been on
the bare live human flesh centrally posed on it.
It was a show place, and like all show places, it was constructed to
offer illusions while presenting reality.
The light blue padded rug covering the turntable was simply naturally
dusty around the outer edge where it was folded over and under the
circular edge. It may not have been vacuumed more than once a week, but
constant activity of bare feet stepping around on it and female dancers
and male and female live sex-show performers rolling and scooting their
naked bodies on it kept dust off of the central turntable performance
area.
There were some splotches on the light blue or gray rug that looked
like beer had been spilled long ago.
Some small splotches were undoubtedly ejaculated semen, and very likely
some were a mixture of saliva and semen from ejaculations into naked
female performers' mouths and subsequent voluntary or involuntary
coughing up and spitting out, as I had seen in a live sex show down the
street. But it was not a dirty rug, just splotched and stained here and
there and a little dusty around the circular edge.
All around the wall about two feet apart were the seventeen about
one-foot-square silver one-way-visible mirror-windows behind which were
the viewing booths -- except for a missing one by the stage entrance
door through which we had both just come.
In front of each viewing window was a flat black window-blind attached
to a string on a roller which was operated by a small electric motor.
The motor lifted the blind when a coin was dropped into a coin-slot
inside the viewing booth. Only then could the sex-show fans look out
and see us.
I remember that most of the blinds were then raised above the silver
one-way mirror windows. That indicated that spectators inside those
viewing booths had deposited coins into the coin-box slots and were now
ogling the naked young black woman and me.
The reconstructed viewing booth by the entrance door permitted a small
two-foot by three-and-a half-foot patch of vinyl-covered floor where
sex-performers undressed, usually out of G-strings like ours.
From there they would mount the slowly turning turntable and perform
our sex-acts on it while being turned so all spectators could have
views of the naked flesh and sex-acts. The vinyl tile floor below me
was also was free of dust from many feet trampling there, but it grew
dusty on each side when it joined the unswept gap between the turntable
and the circular wall.
The one impression that stands out in my mind is the glaring brightness
made by the many spotlights. The padded rug of the turntable almost
seemed to emit light itself the glare on it was so bright.
The circle of seventeen one-foot by one-foot one-way mirrors glittered
in the bright spotlights. I could see that I would not have even the
faintest idea of who might be looking at my nude body, let alone now
photographing and videotaping me through them.
As a result of my experience in lying my prone five-foot-ten bare male
Caucasian body across the diameter of the turntable during several
sex-acts, I would say it had to be six-and-a-half to seven feet, or a
little over two meters, in diameter.
As I stood for those few seconds aware of my bare ass and publicly
exhibited sex organs, the black girl grinned.
The real sport the paying spectators, including the ten American and
German teenagers and the Italian couple, were having with us both at
that moment, was the scandal, the debaucher-debauchee context. We were
their sex objects, their whore debauchees.
And some of them were surely taking photographs and videotaping us from
behind those one-way mirrors to permanently stigmatize us. But I was
pretty sure that these would be shown around on a small private
individual scale and not mass-production of our bare flesh and facial
identities as with image-captured porno models. I guessed that any home
videos or snapshots taken would not circulate beyond small circles of
intimates because the people taking pictures or videotaping had, unlike
the young black woman and I, reputations to protect.
But whether or not captured in amateur cameras, we stood there naked on
public exhibit like ancient Aztec and Egyptian society slaves and
captives who had to submit to going naked outdoors in public as an
indication of their social status.
Thoughts raced through my mind in that split second as I felt a
coolness of air between my legs. In my new nakedness on public exhibit
I felt I had crossed a line and was now one of those male equivalents
of a female whore.
But there was also a thrill as the cool air from a ceiling fan on my
bare buttocks and genitals reminding me of my nakedness. I had sought
the stripped-live- sex-show-model experience for its socially
rebellious audacity, the thrill of publicly pealing naked, and the new
sexual-experience all of its own of engaging in sex in public, similar
to "doing it on-camera." The fleeting rush of shame and embarrassment
may have been part of that thrill.
People are ranked by the services they can sell and thus are assigned a
value and social status. The truck driver and typist are always lower
in social standing than the business executive or politician. Near the
bottom are the convenience store clerk, house cleaner, garbage
collector. But still at the bottom is the socially despised prostitute.
Dichotomy defines relationships: master-servant, higher servant-lower
servant, buyer-seller, and customer-whore. And I was now whoring naked
for four dollars to amuse sex-show customers with obscene defiling
acts.
But that was it. I had passed the point of no return.
It would have been more embarrassing to show cowardice and up and quit
on her and the audience and put my G-string back on, storm out, and
confront the manager while putting my regular clothes back on. The
easier path was to go through with it, at least for that half-hour live
sex show.
The young black woman and I and stood naked on exhibit as
sex-performers and had our jobs of a half-hour of sex-acts to do.
With a bland expression, she looked my bare flesh and sex-organs over
for a second, and I did the same with her.
I had arrived at the live-sex-show place intending to anonymously leer
like the other spectators at her breasts, bare black ass, and exposed
genitals and fantasize about her bare body.
So I suggestively look her over now that I was her sex-partner. And as
my sex-partner and a professional naked sex-act performer now showing
her bare body off to an audience, she could hardly cast a censuring eye
on my indecently looking over her publicly exhibited bare ass.
I could hear the audience murmuring and shuffling, hear coins dropping
in coin boxes causing the motors of the black viewing-booth blinds to
hum and raise them. Each time I saw a black blind raise above a
silvered one-way-mirror viewing window, I knew it allowed the hidden
onlooker behind it to view and perhaps photograph and videotape our
bare bodies.
The loudspeaker was like a barker hawking our sex show in two
languages.
I was now a naked public sex-performer in a public sex-show arena, but
I could not help being amazed at how "private" it also was. The naked
black girl and I were in a small "private" room and could not see even
a hint of the people staring at our naked flesh through the surrounding
row of seventeen one-way-visible mirrors.
All we could see were our own reflections, and not even that very well
in the intense glare of the bright spotlights in our eyes. I vaguely
recall that they all had their blinds raised so that each of the
seventeen viewing-booths had at least one person viewing us.
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In some of the booths there were some couples squeezed in, including
the ten German teenagers and the Italian man and woman.
So I estimate that more than twenty people were viewing our bare bodies
at that moment. Even given a usual turnover of two or three times that
during the half hour we performed sex-acts on the turntable, it would
amount to no more than a hundred people who observed us. That was a lot
but not many compared to the thousands or even millions who might see
naked models on any given porno movie or porn video.
Some of those hundred who were in the booths for between a few minutes
and the whole half-hour sex show would undoubtedly have taken
photographs and made videotapes, but they would be used in small
private circles not be mass produced.
Because the blinds moved up and down as people paid, I had a cognizance
of spectators leering and gawking from behind the silvered
mirror-windows. But the only other awareness that the private little
room permitted of them were sounds of coins dropping, muffled mostly
incomprehensible voices of people conversing, some ridiculing muffled
cackles and laughs, and a certain shuffling around coming through the
thin veneer walls from the viewing booths.
Much of this was drowned out into a kind of benign background noise
made by the low grinding-wobbling sound of the turntable motor and its
gears.
The young black woman looked me and my dangling dong over with a cute
insolent smirk even as I shot a glance at her tuft of kinky black pubic
hair and twat.
By right of experience, after having stripped and performed sex-acts in
public numerous times, she knew that she was in command and apparently
knew I, as a total beginner, was slightly anxious and did not know what
to do.
I found out later that she had previously done it with others picked
out of the prospective audience and therefore knew how to handle us
nervous, slightly embarrassed, and willing to be told newcomers to her
socially degrading profession.
"Well, let's do it, white bitch," she told me with a sneer that failed
to hide a reluctant sigh.
She turned to get ready to step up onto the slowly rotating turntable.
The step up onto it was a little high, but not much worse than
stepping, say, onto a bus.
I had come to the sex-show place to leer lewdly at her bare behind, so
I looked a politically incorrect ogle at the shapely round flesh of her
black buttocks and indecently stared at them to follow their sensuous
undulations as she stepped to the turning turntable. As she set her
foot on it and started to step up, I examined the appearance the split
bulge and fleshy lips of her female sexuality and her cleanly scrubbed
anus above it.
As if knowing what I would be doing, she looked back a chastising sneer
at my male sexual interest in her bare butt as she stepped up onto the
turntable.
But I just grinned at her. Her bare hindquarters were on public exhibit
for spectator viewing, including mine.
"Nice ass," I told her, taking advantage of the opportunity to say
something that would amount to sexual harassment in just about any
other context.
Naked live sex-show performer exhibiting her bare "nice ass" in public
or not, she still sensed the intrinsic macho insolence and shot me a
faint scowl.
"Glad you like my nice black ass," she smirked.
I pointedly looked over the sensuous shape of her bare ebony buttocks
and again examined her asshole as she continued to step up on the
turntable of our disrepute.
Images of the black guy licking the blond woman's anus were still fresh
in my mind from the porn video a few minutes earlier. I was already
audacious for having stripped bare to publicly perform sex-acts on the
turntable.
Anilingus was being performed in porno movies, peep-show videos, and
often in other live sex shows along the Reeperbahn, males licking
female assholes, females licking male assholes, so licking the black
girl's asshole was a perfectly acceptable sex act to publicly perform
in a live sex show joint in Hamburg.
But I also felt a pang of squeamishness about performing more that
vulgar and degrading sex act in front of people I knew were leering at
me as well as photographing and videotaping me.
I took a last glance at the young black woman's asshole and twat as she
got completely up on the turning turntable.
She again glanced back at me with a mocking sneer. "Like that stuff?"
she chided.
On the turning turntable my sex-show partner looked blandly the other
way while she planted her feet wide apart to wait for me. It had been
clear from the beginning, when she had contemptuously asked me if I
wanted to fill-in as her sex-show partner in order to frighten me away
from listening to her and the manager, that she really did not like me.
I was one of those dudes who had come in to see the smutty live sex
show and have sport with her shame.
Even now, naked and a sex object myself for other spectators' similar
amusements, I was still that dude who had originally come in to watch
her. And she knew that I was one of those thrill-seekers who were there
to rebel against the conventions of polite society and experience the
thrill of nudity and sex in public.
But like workers in a factory who did not much care for each other, we
two naked sex-industry "workers" still had our lewd "work" to do
together, still had our obscene "job" to do.
I climbed onto the turning turntable. The focused glaring spotlights on
our bare flesh were noticeably brighter, and I could feel their heat.
The slow rotation created a strange sensation, and the silvered
viewing-booth one-way mirrors going by produced not so much dizziness
as a slight disoriented feeling of loss of control of environment.
As we were slowly rotated, I was aware that we were not only naked on
display but on a turntable constructed solely to put us on
three-hundred sixty degree exhibit as it rotated us around while we
engaged in sex-acts. It was so that the audience could view all sides
of our bare bodies, sex organs, bare buttocks, and all of the public
sexual acts and contacts of our two bare bodies. But I was there, and I
wanted to be.
I am not sure now of the precise wording we used after we had stood
facing each other and figuratively feeling each other out on the
turntable for some seconds, but it went something like this.
"You want me to do something?" I asked her, meaning what kind of
sex-acts should we do first.
"You have to lick out my black asshole, white bitch," she tossed out as
a contemptuous epithet, with a scornful sneer at my stupid question.
"Let's do that first."
When I showed no hostility, she looked my facial expression over with a
dirty grin. We had to quickly agree, of course, on some kind of sex act
while we stood naked on the rotating turntable with spectators
watching, waiting, and paying.
As I think back now -- and I seem to recall even thinking it then and
being mildly surprised at myself -- I felt absolutely no shame or
embarrassment anymore.
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The only time a feeling of shame had briefly occurred was when I had
walked by the customers identified as a low-life sex-performer because
I was wearing only a scanty G-string. Those first moments in the sex
show arena were a little unsettling when I had removed my G-string and
experienced a sudden faint tinge of squeamish realization about the
implications. But the feeling had quickly disappeared into the back of
my mind.
Now, standing naked on the turning turntable and being rotated past
viewing windows so all the anonymous spectators concealed behind
one-way mirror-windows could have views of my bare ass and genitals
from any angle, I literally did not feel a thing. I was just a guy
standing there -- not thinking about my nakedness at all and only
hazily aware of it somewhere on the far periphery of my consciousness.
"You want me to lick your asshole first?" I asked artlessly to open a
quick and dirty discussion of what we should perform first. But she
accepted it as literal.
"Yeah, white bitch," she told me with a scoffing sneer. Then she bit
her lip and grinned dirtily. "I know you want to lick out my black
asshole. So, go ahead."
It was clear that she was trying it out on me. I looked over her
smirking expression as the turntable slowly rotated us.
"You have to or this is your last show here," she replied looking me
over with contemptuously twinkling big brown eyes and a self-important
knowing grin. "I just took a shower."
She had. A faint scent of soap wafted from her bare body. She looked my
face over dirtily for a second. Seeing no suggestion of objection, she
turned around and as if to make it plain that I should kneel down
behind her bare butt.
She stood with her back against my chest and belly, her bare ass
brushing up against my penis. She was about five-foot-three and the top
of her closely cut kinky black hair was about roughly even with my
chin. Her only attire was a pair of large gold earrings hanging down
from her ears.
Anilingus was in a lot of European porn -- lesbian-lesbian anilingus,
and heterosexual anilingus, both ways. It may have been the "in" thing
in pornography and live sex shows.
Possibly if I had not just come out of a porn video booth where I had
been watching a black guy lick around a blond woman's anal flesh
immediately before I met my young black woman sex-show partner, I would
not have publicly performed this particular sex act.
The young black woman wiggled her bare buttocks across my genitals,
turned her head, and winked an obvious requirement I should now perform
the agreed sex act.
With surprisingly few qualms, I got down on my knees behind her while
the turntable slowly turned us for audience inspection. I looked over
the fine smooth shape of her black buttocks. She could no longer wait
and backed her behind into my face.
I squashed my face between her buttocks, connected my mouth to her
asshole, stuck my tongue out and began licking anal flesh. A teenage
girl's voice in one of the booths cackled tauntingly.
The blonde woman in the cashier's cage, or maybe the manager in his
office, must have noted from seeing us on his television screen monitor
that the actual public sex-acts had begun. One of them turned on some
extremely loud and blaring music to accompany us.
American rap music had not come of full age yet, but similar loud and
almost deafening rock music with a heavy beat came on and drowned out
audience's shuffling, cackling, heckling, and mocking. I could no
longer be aware of coins dropping into viewing-booth coin-boxes and
whirring motors raising blinds to allow views or our naked bodies.
I backed my face out of the young black woman's buttocks and looked for
a second at her bare behind. Around us there was only the private
little room with rows of mirrors seeming to go by as the turntable
turned us, and no sounds entered it except the loud booming music.
At that point one of those tricks the mind pulls in such situations
took hold. There was only she and I on a turning turntable. For all
intents and purposes, awareness of a leering and mocking audience
slipped to the back of consciousness, aided by the fact that we could
not see them and could no longer hear those unsubtle indications of
their presence.
There was only the booming beat of the music, the small room, the
turning turntable, and the rows of silver mirror-windows slowly
drifting by. There was only the naked young black woman and the fact
that we had to consume the next half-hour performing sex-acts.
I pressed my face into her bare rear again and licked her anal flesh,
sometimes forcing my tongue in and out, for what seemed five minutes,
but was probably less.
Many times when I was engaging in anilingus and cunnilingus over that
half-hour, I became oblivious to the audience. There was only the sex
act. There was often only awareness of her behind or a twat in front of
my face, and I may have once or twice licked them with my eyes closed.
I don't know if it was a trick of the mind or if I just did not care.
But sometimes I was just performing a sex act and not even slightly
aware of an audience.
That was the case then. With my eyelids closed against the soft flesh
of her buttocks and my face squashed between them, I vaguely recall
having lost cognizance of spectators watching us.
But I remember thinking that it was her call. Whenever she felt this
sex act should change to another pose or sex act, she could move her
cute little black behind out of my face.
With my face buried between her buttocks and my eyes closed while I
licked, I was even more removed from the real world. There was just
blackness while the loud music boomed and the flesh of her buttocks
squashed against my face and a saliva wetness of anal flesh squashed
around my mouth in a dark and totally tactile world.
My basic concern of the moment was to breathe while I licked her
asshole. The flesh of her black buttocks completely covered my face. My
nose was squashed into the soft flesh of her ass so I could not breathe
through it. My mouth was crammed tight against her asshole in order to
keep my tongue on it, and it was crammed even tighter when I forced my
tongue in and out of it.
So I had to slurp in air and blow out air through my mouth squeezed
against her asshole. And my oral exertion in her ass made a lot of
saliva, and I instinctively gulped it while I licked.
My gulping and slurping to inhale and exhale breaths and laboriously
using my neck and tongue muscles to actively lick and force my tongue
in and out of her asshole made me grunt obscenely. It was amplified by
having my head bent slightly backward to lick upward on her anal flesh.
But only I could hear it. All around was the heavy beat of noisy canned
music.
After what seemed several minutes, she finally stepped forward.
I looked up. She shouted, "Lie down!" But it was almost inaudible in
the booming music, and I saw her motion me to lie on the turntable.
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I scooted and scrambled on the coarse rug fabric of the turning
turntable to lie across its diameter.
Once on my back I could look down and see my bare body and genitals. It
brought an awareness that I was a lewd sex-performer on exhibit, but I
either genuinely did not care or knew deep down that it did not matter
even if I did. I just lay there in the booming music as those silvered
mirror-windows -- I think with all their blinds up -- drifted slowly
by, abstractly knowing there was a leering audience dropping coins into
coin-boxes.
The point of no return had been passed, and since the naked young black
woman and I had already been seen performing a sex act for public
amusement, it could hardly make any difference now if we continued.
She got on her knees beside me, leaned her head over my hips and
genitals, reached her hand over and took light hold of my penis. She
licked around it and a feeling of ecstasy shot through me as my male
organ stiffened.
And as she gave me head for a minute. On my back with viewing windows
slowly drifting by, I was both aroused and aware of her doing it as a
sex performance in front of an audience, which was strangely erotic in
itself.
I glanced at her bare buttocks raised up higher than her head now as
she slowly pumped my male meat in and out of her mouth. Her black
behind was slowly being turned past all of the viewing windows to give
the audience a good look at it while she performed fellatio.
We had to keep the live sex act going for a half-hour, and only a few
minutes had gone by. Clearly knowing this would be a poor time to end
it with an ejaculation, the naked young woman broke off her oral sex
act and sat back on her haunches.
Her expression was bland. It was a job, and she was doing it.
I sat up, and she lay back on the turning turntable.
She spread her legs apart to invite me to perform cunnilingus.
I took a good look at her juicy female sexuality and then scooted over
on my belly while getting my mouth in position over her genitalia.
That was awkward, so I pulled my knees under me, raised my rear up,
slipped my palms under her buttocks, and lowered my face into her
crotch. To my surprise, her cunt was fragrant and moist and her clit
was a stiff little knob. Whether she liked me or not, she had been
sexually turned-on by my mouth and tongue exciting her anal flesh.
Now I was aware that it was my bare behind and genitals, not hers,
being rotated past the viewing-booth windows, on display while I
performed cunnilingus.
The widely experienced young woman sex-performer and I were very aware
of differences between male and female sexuality. There was no need for
me to cut short the public act of cunnilingus for fear of an
ejaculation. So I orally excited her sexuality for long minutes while
she greedily squirmed her twat, writhed her crotch and hips with sexual
agony, and moaned and groaned, some of which may have been part of the
act, but clearly much of which was genuinely sexual.
Partly because of my posture exhibiting my bare ass to the
mirror-windows drifting by while I performed cunnilingus, I was far
more aware of performing in front of an audience than with the act of
anilingus. But it was by now a dulled and resigned awareness.
I ate pussy with an ever present but abstract awareness that my bare
body was being looked over. Every once in a while when I thought of it,
I licked her twat theatrically. But mostly my attention was on her
female sexuality and her sexual responses, and I ate pussy like I
always had.
After some minutes the young black woman groaned as if in a minor
orgasm. She rolled over and manipulatively presented her bare behind in
front of my face with obvious innuendo.
When I looked up she was not looking back. She just lay there slowly
moving her black behind and tauntingly undulating her buttocks, knowing
that the pose and position obligated me to lick her asshole in public
again.
I pressed my face between her shapely black buttocks and began licking
there again. After a few seconds she raised up her rear and got on all
fours, forcing me to do the same behind her if I was to continue giving
her a rim job.
Now on all fours with my tongue slipping around her anus, my own behind
and dangling sex organs were again being rotated on display. Unlike the
earlier act of anilingus when my face was squashed deep between her
buttocks with my eyes closed, I was now much more aware of being on
exhibit performing that sex act.
Even if I could not see anyone, I knew that none of the anonymous faces
behind the one-way mirror-windows was ever more than five feet away
from the young black woman's bare fanny and my face. And they could all
clearly see my tongue slipping around and in and out of anal flesh as
the turntable rotated us around and around.
On the turntable and engrossed in the performance of the sex act it
genuinely no longer mattered. Only later, outside the sex-show arena
and decently dressed, did I begin to feel any tinge of shame or
embarrassment.
As minutes slipped by a kind of comfort with the situation seeped in. I
was more or less getting used to it, and being naked and performing
sex-acts in the public viewing arena, including anilingus, seemed
increasingly just a normal thing to do.
After what seemed some minutes, the young black woman rolled her behind
away from my face and scooted into a sitting position with her legs
spread apart to expose her saliva glistening genitalia to me as well as
the peep-show audience.
I straightened up on my knees, sat back on my haunches, and studied the
naked young black woman's intentions.
We both knew we could not sit there and look at each other long. An
audience was paying and waiting to see our bare bodies engage in
another sex act. The music blared and boomed making conversation
impossible.
She smiled at me for the first time, then bit her lip suggestively, and
grinned. I took it as acceptance, from a widely experienced
professional, of me as an amateur sex-performer.
We had been naked and engaged in sex-acts for audience amusement for
ten or fifteen minutes by then. She might have assumed that the initial
thrills in her thrill-seeker sex-partner had evaporated and that by now
I realized that we were only two naked sex-performers on commercial
exhibit who had another fifteen to twenty minutes of sex-act "work" to
do. And I do vaguely recall at some point -- but maybe not at that one
-- feeling something like that.
But it may have been more than that. We had engaged in arousing sex
together for ten or fifteen minutes. The naked young black woman in the
public sex-act arena was now turned-on to me and pleased.
We had met with her knowing that I was just another white male
pornography and live sex-show enthusiast who had come to ogle her
nakedness and delight in her degradation.
Even on our entry into the live-show arena and undressing in front of
each other and the audience, she knew why I had come there. There had
been a live sex-show scheduled, and I had bailed her out. But at that
point, before we had climbed onto the turntable to begin engaging in
sex-acts, she had an obvious dislike of me and was intending to perform
with me just to get it over with.
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Now she was not only turned on sexually, she was having fun. And now
she was indicating that she was willing to accept me as a fellow naked
sex-performer.
I looked over her shapely naked young ebony body, her small flat
breasts and tits, her genitalia that she was clearly presenting for my
view as well as the peep-show audience's, and then at her average but
not unattractive face.
She smiled again, sighed, and motioned me to stand.
When I stood she scooted over on her hands and knees in front of me,
sat on her haunches with her face in front of my genitals, and looked
up with a pleased grin.
She reached up and held my limp penis upward, then continuing to hold
it up to allow the peep-show audience a good view of her facial
identity and expression, she began licking my hairy balls.
She had done this many times now as a professional sex-performer, and
she was doing it for audience amusement more than to turn me on
sexually. But knowing that this young woman was publicly licking my
balls for audience amusement was arousing in itself.
She did it for some time, stiffening my male meat with this kind of
psychological arousal as well as the titillating physical excitement.
When she began performing fellatio, she did it as performance. After
my penis was stiff, she sucked it slowly, graphically, and carefully,
playing to the audience and looking from time to time toward the
viewing mirrors with my cock in her mouth. We still had maybe fifteen
minutes of live sex performance to go.
The mere thought of this naked young woman employing her mouth to amuse
an audience with an act of fellatio was quite arousing. I soon backed
off and withdrew my male member from between her lips in fear of
ejaculating.
Kneeling in front of me, she looked up and grinned knowingly.
She rolled her bare black body around on the slowly rotating turntable
and got on all fours with her behind toward me, turned her face toward
me, and then winked and licked her lips to indicate what she wanted me
to do in her behind. She clearly liked that stuff.
I prepared to get on all fours behind her. The thought crossed my mind
that the young black woman was turned on not only by the physical
sexual stimulation but also by the thought of a naked white man
licking-out and tongue-fucking her asshole in front of an audience for
their amusement. It was probably like I had felt during her acts of
fellatio.
And I don't think her black West Indies regular sex-show partner ever
performed anilingus on her, neither in public nor probably in private.
In the one show I later saw of the two of them performing, he never
did.
But she clearly liked that stuff, and now I figured that from the
moment she shot me that crisp non-invitation to perform with her, she
had somehow seen me coming.
I got down on all fours behind her and publicly licked her asshole for
several more minutes while the turntable turned us around for all of
the unknown unseen faces to see through their mirrored booth windows.
She lowered her chest to the turntable rug, which presented her
saliva-moist anus glistening in the bright spotlights even more clearly
for the audience to view while I licked it.
I was aware of them not only watching that sex act but my bare butt and
dangling genitalia being turned past them as the turntable rotated.
I lowered my mouth and performed cunnilingus from behind while she
greedily squirmed and squashed her sexuality against my mouth and
moaned and groaned for more minutes.
As the clock ticked on, we rolled, crawled, and scooted our naked
bodies into other oral sex-act poses and positions and went through
several more acts of cunnilingus, fellatio, and anilingus.
During that first live sex show together we only engaged in varieties
of oral sex with each other and did not copulate.
I remember clearly that I was performing anilingus with both of us in
tandem on all fours when time was about to run out. The loud heavy-beat
music was turned off as a signal that we should wrap it up.
The abrupt end of the deafening and all-obliterating music made me
suddenly aware of my nakedness and anal-flesh-licking degradation in a
sex-show-arena. At the same time, I knew I had been viewed naked and
engaging in oral sex-acts for about a half-hour and what I did for the
few minutes from then on could hardly make any difference about
anything.
As the music stopped, the young black woman turned and grinned at me
publicly licking her anus.
"That means we're almost through," she told me. "Let me suck you off."
She scooted around. I knelt back to sit on my haunches. I was used to
the slow rotation of the turntable now. And the silver viewing-booth
mirror-windows slowly drifting by no longer lent a feeling of being out
of control of my environment.
I could hear coins dropping into viewing-booth coin-boxes again.
Usually the coins simply allowed the viewer more time with his or her
blind remaining up. But sometimes a black blind went down to cover a
silvered window and the subsequent whirring of motors raised it back
up.
If I had been paying the slightest attention to it then I might have
noted that sometimes a sex-show viewer just let the time slip and had
to hastily put a coin in when the black blind started down over the
window. At other times I might have noted that the blind stayed down
long enough for one viewer to leave and another to enter the booth and
put in his or her own coins.
But while from time to time aware of my nakedness and degradation on
exhibit for public sport during the half hour, I was always too
consumed with performing sex-acts to pay any real attention to anything
but my sex-partner's bare body, her reactions, and performing this or
that sex act.
The cessation of the loud music only let in a slightly greater
awareness of spectators watching us. On the other side of the thin
veneer sex-show arena wall I could hear commentary in German from
couples with unknown anonymous faces who had apparently squeezed in
two-to-a-viewing-booth.
And then I heard one young woman's voice in American English.
"Filthy sluts?" she commented, or something close to it.
"Well, you wanted to see a filthy sex show," her male companion said,
also in American English. "Come on, we've got to get back to the base."
They were American military.
The young black woman and I exchanged brief shrugs. If either of us
felt any insult or even cared slightly there was nothing we could do
about it.
As if to confirm that, she lowered her face into my pelvic area,
wrapped her lips around my penis, and began a last act of public
fellatio for that sex show.
"Wait," said the American female voice. "She's sucking him off."
"Yeah, I gotta see this," said her male companion.
I think I heard a coin drop into the box in that booth, but the
turntable kept rotating us around, and sound was deceptive anyway on
that sex-show turntable.
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I grinned down at the young black woman's head bobbing to orally slip
my stiff penis in and out of her mouth. It was still exciting and
erotic to know that she was performing fellatio on me in public.
She was a professional. Unlike the earlier fellatio shows she had put
on during the sex-act performance, she was now in earnest about sucking
me off to ejaculation.
Over the years I had seen numerous porno movies, porn videos, and still
pornography photographs showing male porno models cutely ejaculating
onto the faces of their female partners.
Alas, that must be a learned skill -- probably as much learned by the
female as by the male and done with a high degree of cooperation
between the two.
The young black woman and I had discussed no such arrangement.
She was aware of my breathing becoming heavy, but she continued to
publicly and stimulatingly slip my penis in and out of her mouth.
To neither of our surprise, I ejaculated into her mouth. But somewhat
to my surprise, she continued to give me head following the ejaculation
until my penis began to lose its stiffness.
To this day I don't know whether she swallowed it. I think she must
have.
She raised her head up and looked grinning as if in triumph at me, lips
wet with saliva and possibly some sperm-loaded semen.
"That it?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's it," the naked young black woman told me as we sat
sprawling naked on the turntable of shame looking at each other. "Next
show in an hour-and-a-half. Want to get some lunch?"
The next nude dancer opened the door and stepped in, carefully avoiding
stepping on our two piles of clothes in the small cramped area. She was
a brown-eyed German blonde, about twenty-five, wearing only a magenta
G-string.
She left the door wide open.
A number of summer-dressed men and women tourist-type visitors to the
sex-show establishment stood around looking in through the open door at
us. They were obviously taking the opportunity to see the inside of the
turntable arena where naked sex models publicly engaged in sex-acts
more than for a free look at our bare flesh.
The young black woman and I were still momentarily sprawled naked on
the perpetually turning turntable. I still have a vague recollection of
being disappointed that it was all over. Even stretched out by
contrivance to a half-hour that first public sex-act performance seemed
to have lasted all too brief a time.
But that was that. It was over. The German blonde stood looking us over
with an amused grin.
"Nice filthy sex show," she congratulated us in a German accent as she
slipped out of her G-string and dropped it on the floor oblivious to
the on looking tourists gawking at our nakedness.
"Thanks," the young black woman responded as she stood up on the slowly
rotating turntable.
I stood up, too.
"You watch us?" I asked the naked blonde.
"Customer wanted me to watch you with him and feel my bare ass," she
told us nonchalantly. "Got a nice tip."
It was difficult to keep eye-contact with her as the turntable rotated
the young black woman and me. My sex-show partner stepped down off of
it, and I followed.
We three nudes standing in a two-by-two-foot square by an open door
could not help but bump and press against one another. But additional
to that I felt the blonde's hand moving on the bare flesh of my
buttocks.
The ten black and German teenage boys and girls were now standing
outside the open door. Those boys and girls who had video cameras or
still cameras were photographing and videotaping us three nudes.
"You lick a lot of assholes?" the nude German dancer asked with a grin
as she squeezed one of my buttocks.
"You?" I asked in return.
"Never," she told me.
She shot me a knowing grin, winked and stuck her tongue out at me. She
patted my bare behind and climbed naked up onto the turntable.
As soon as the blonde climbed up onto the stage and made some room for
us the young black woman picked up G-string, stepped into it, and
pulled it on.
Summer-dressed men and women still looked in through the open door.
I picked up my G-string, shot a glance at the American and German
teenagers videotaping and photographing me, stepped into it, and pulled
it on. The virtual non-garment had the effect of giving me a false
sense of wearing something even if it left my buttocks bare and
deliberately revealed my sex organs.
We went out, and she closed the door.
Several men and women, who had probably watched our naked sex
performances, but at least had seen us naked on the live-sex-show
turntable through the open door engaged in pointing fingers at us. They
were calling our attention to the fact that they were whispering
apparent dirty things in each other's ears as we walked by them.
Others of them besides the American and German teenagers were
photographing and videotaping us.
"Your face smells like my cunt," my young black woman sex-partner told
me. "You going to wash up?"
"No," I told her. "Why bother. We're going to do it again in an
hour-and-a-half."
We walked over to the office. She put on her white shorts, a light
colored tanktop, and loafers. I put on my jeans, tee shirt, and
loafers. Neither of us had on any underclothes or socks. We had gotten
dressed while some of the customers watched, photographed, and
videotaped us through the open door.
I put the ten-Deutsche mark bill in my wallet and sighed at the four
dollars that I had gotten for prostituting myself by stripping naked
and engaging in dirty and degrading public sex-acts for a half hour.
I was aware that my face smelled like a stimulated female sex organ,
but I wanted it that way when we walked out and sat in the restaurant.
It was not only so I might get any comments about it, but to show
myself off as a sex-performer. I was feeling a kind of raunchy macho
audacity at having done it.
But the young black woman, still wet around her mouth from fellatio,
also did not wash up.
We knew we would both be back stripping and publicly engaging in the
same sex-acts in less than an hour-and-a-half.
We walked by the cashier's cage. The blonde blue-eyed German woman shot
me a sneer.
"Very good, bitch," she told me. "You looked like our filthiest naked
piece-of-ass on my television."
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"Thanks," I told her.
"I'll see you licking her black asshole again in an hour and a half,"
she taunted while pointing to the television monitor.
"Enjoy it," I said.
She sneered a guffaw.
"I know a good pizza place," the young black woman told me. "And
cheap."
"Great," I replied.
While several tourists watched with looks of knowing what we were, the
young black woman and I ambled toward Reeperbahn.
Strangely, as I walked past them now fully clothed, I felt tinges of
regret and shame. I had not really felt these when I was naked and
publicly engaging in sex-acts on the turntable. I remember feeling it
after the first time that I stripped naked and modeled nude for art
students. But I never felt it again when I modeled nude for art
classes, artists, or photographers.
I was always, however, aware that even after I had gotten dressed I was
ever so slightly discredited by being a known nude model.
And that feeling came back again. Now I was dressed and presenting
myself as an equal among them. But I was the naked male whore they had
just paid to see lick out a black asshole, suck off a black pussy, and
get sucked off by a naked black girl's mouth.
I felt a sense that they were not regarding me as their equal. I was
their debauchee in their debaucher-debauchee relationship. I was the
stigmatized as a naked male public whore that they had ogled.
I could feel them looking at me like anyone would at some low-life
piece-of-ass they had just seen naked and licking a woman's twat and
asshole in public.
I acted as if I did not care. And in a way, I didn't. I told myself not
to care. I had, like all the porno models I had seen, already done it.
If I started to care now -- too late -- it would work some kind of
havoc on me. There was nothing I could do to change anything. So I
deliberately did not care.
But walking out of the sex-show-palace fully dressed after having
stripped and performed cunnilingus and anilingus in that first
sex-show, I remember being embarrassed and concerned about future
consequences.
A thin dark twenty-something Middle East man with a two-day growth of
beard caught my attention and waggled his tongue at me. An athletic but
shapely thirty-something blue-eyed blonde woman winked cutely and also
waggled her tongue at me with a big dirty grin.
I grinned back as if at my audacity. Why should I care?
Now that I was fully dressed and out among them, they had to tolerate
me.
They were anonymous. I would go on to other things and back to the USA,
and if any of them would ever find out who I was, none of them would
care a hoot.
In the entranceway the manager had stapled two new Polaroid porn
photographs to the bulletin board. One showed the naked black girl on
all fours and naked me behind her on all fours licking her asshole. The
other showed me kneeling behind her with my face pressed between her
black buttocks. The manager must have slipped into a vacant booth and
snapped the photos.
Next to it was the small sign I had thought about earlier: "Our filthy
naked white pieces-of-ass atone for slavery, colonialism, and white
racism by dirtily licking-out and tongue-fucking black assholes. They
need you to watch them defile themselves to make up for it."
Below the photos were our names. They were stapled under the
advertisement photographs showing us performing public sex-acts.
One showed my white face in her black ass. MONICA & TOM, each of the
two advertisements read. I had publicly engaged in sex-acts with her,
including licking out and tongue-fucking her black asshole. But this
was the first time she knew my name.
"You're Tom?" she asked.
"Yeah, Monica," I shrugged.
The following is background for those who may be curious about the
raunchy Reeperbahn in Hamburg, Germany. You can better understand my
story if you know about this scene.
These sleazy walk-in peepshow and sex-show joints were all similar.
First there was an arcade of video peep-show booths. In these a
customer would drop a one-mark coin -- then the same value and size as
an American quarter -- into a coin-box. The video screen would light up
with a naked couple or an orgy-group engaging in various sex acts.
In addition to these porn-video peep-show booths, there was a separate
set of live-sex-show booths. On entering one of these and depositing a
coin, a customer found himself or herself looking out of one of the
fifteen to twenty view-windows surrounding a small rotating turntable
arena-stage.
The customer would look through a viewing window into the brightly lit
arena where live naked low-life sex-performers publicly engaged in
sex-acts on the slowly turning turntable. Between live-sex-shows a nude
female dancer cavorted on it.
Coins dropped into coin boxes in those booths raised a blind and
allowed a minute of viewing, either of the lone nude female or the live
naked male-and-female couple publicly engaging in sex-acts, depending
on the schedule.
The live-sex peepshows were designed to offer customers a private
viewing site. The customers stood in private booths and looked through
windows that were either plain glass or one-way-visible mirrors at nude
heterosexual couples engaging in sex-acts, or at the female dancer
fill-ins between these live-sex-show acts. There are similar places in
New York City, but the sex-acts seemed more raunchy in Hamburg.
In all of these peepshows in Hamburg -- as opposed to other
live-sex-show formats there -- the naked performers engaged in sex-acts
on slowly revolving turntables. Their nude bodies were gradually
rotated 360 degrees in front of fifteen-to-twenty booth windows
arranged in a circle around the turntable.
Because it rotated the naked female and male at a steady slow creep,
spectators viewing their nude bodies through the private booth windows
got to see all sides and angles of the sex-performers' publicly bare
flesh. As they were slowly turned nothing could hide their sex organs,
bare asses, facial identities, and all the sexual acts and contacts
made by their two bodies.
Besides the live-sex peepshows, there were several other selections of
public live-sex-show presentation platforms and formats in Hamburg. Any
adult - something like mid-teens there -- male or female, could buy a
ticket and walk in to see the live-sex-show. They could also walk in
free and buy an overpriced drink and sit watching one, or sometimes
just step into a bar and take a free look, then leave.
The live-sex-shows that drew the most tourists were elaborate and
lavish productions involving dozens of sex-performers. These were
performed on genuine large theatrical stages in three large traditional
theaters.
In addition to them, there were average-looking storefront bars with
small sex-performance stages a foot or two higher than floor-level and
usually constructed up against walls, but in a few cases low round
rostrums in the center of the cocktail lounge.
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In these establishments the male-and-female sex-performers usually wore
skimpy thongs, scanty T-bars, or paltry gauze-material G-strings. These
scantily clad sex-performers were mostly barefoot while mingling with
the bar customers.
At show time or on demand from the bar manager, most of the
sex-performers took off their thongs, T-bars, or G-strings behind the
bar and walked completely naked past small drink tables where they had
been mingling with seated drinking spectators to the sex-show stage. At
some bars they walked to the stage in their skimpy sexual costumes and
stripped them off there.
These slightly larger than bed-sized stages had been constructed solely
for the public performance of sex-acts and were covered with padded
rugs. The naked sex-performers engaged in sex-acts in front of the bar
patrons, who sat anywhere from right at the edge of the stage to tables
several feet away.
And then there was yet another live-sex-show format. There were a
number of bars that were just like average American working-class bars
except for the fact that spotlights fastened to the ceilings glared
down on the center of the bar itself, or on a small platform contiguous
to the bar but just behind it. In the spotlights, lying on the bar --
where customers sat on bar stools right in front of them -- were a
naked male-and-female couple in a sexual sixty-nine position.
The naked male was underneath the naked female with his face under her
bare buttocks and twat and ready to eat pussy, and the woman was always
facing toward the outside door to see the customers coming in and had
her face positioned near her male partner's sex organs.
They would from time-to-time engage in mutual oral sex-acts. But they
always remained naked and positioned ready to perform these acts of
fellatio and cunnilingus, and sometimes the male performing anilingus,
on top of the bar or its adjacent sex-act platform.
So along the Reeperbahn in the St. Pauli district -- and to a lesser
extent near the Hamburg Hauptbahnhof in the St. Georgi district --
there were four formats for public viewing of naked human beings
engaging in live sex-acts: 1. the lavish sex-act extravaganzas on
authentic stages in theaters; 2. the small bars with small low sex-act
stages; 3. the bars with naked performers engaging in sex-acts either
on top of the bar counter itself, or on a platform connected to it; and
4. the live-sex-act peep-shows.
The live-show in the peep-show joint that I had walked into, like all
the other live sex-act peep-shows on the Reeperbahn, was performed on a
slowly rotating turntable in a brightly spotlighted small arena
surrounded by standing-room-only booths with viewing windows.
While all the peepshows had the same turntable format, each had its
uniqueness. This one had its turntable placed a little differently from
the one in the live-sex-show peepshow down the street where I had
viewed several shows by two different pairs of nude sex-performers. The
turntable there was raised-up about four-and-a-half feet above floor
level. It rotated the lying-nude sex-performers at about eye level as I
stood in the booth.
But the turntable here was raised only two feet above the floor level.
Viewers looking through windows about five feet above the booth floor
stood looking down on the naked sex-performers if they were lying on
the turntable, or looking straight out at genitals or bare behinds if
the performers were standing on the two-foot-high turntable.
The distance from any given viewing booth to the center of the
turntable was about four feet. The center of the turntable was, of
course, the farthest that a naked sex-performer could ever get from
viewing windows because the booths had been constructed in a circle
around the turntable. So the properly dressed customers in the booths
looked at bare human bodies as close to them as six inches, but never
more than a few feet away.
Also unlike the peepshow down the street, the spectators here viewed
the nude models and their sex-acts through one-way-visible mirrors
instead of plain glass windows. The standing audience thus looked
slightly downward on the naked performers engaging in sex-acts while
their bare bodies were lying or kneeling on the turntable.
And these spectators viewed the publicly nude sex-performers and their
facial expressions and identities in the brightly illuminated turntable
arena while their own facial identities remained hidden and anonymous
behind one-way-visible mirrors.
Low-life sex-performers in the arena were only allowed see each other's
nude bodies and their own reflections in the viewing-window mirrors.
They were thus shamelessly naked, indecently up-close, scandalously
obscene, and intentionally kept ignorant of public spectators to their
implicit defilement.
To put this sex-show-joint in perspective I must reiterate the
wide-openness of sex in St. Pauli and St. Georgi districts of Hamburg.
In these districts there were several large legal houses of
prostitution. There were numerous porn-video arcades and porno movie
theaters. And there were a number of live female nude dancer shows.
But most notably, there were the abundant live-sex-shows -- more and
with more variety than in New York City at that time. I counted five
different live-sex-shows in the less well known St. Georgi district
near the main Hamburg railroad station. Two were on peep-show
turntables. Three were in bars on stages constructed solely for public
sex-acts and intimately close to the customers.
In the larger St. Pauli district, which includes the Reeperbahn, Grosse
Freiheit, and a few other streets, I have to reckon from recollection
because live-sex-shows were too numerous to count on one hand.
There were at least three large extravaganza hard-core sex shows with
dozens of elaborately costumed sex-performers -- albeit not their sex
organs, and clearly poking fun at social conventions involving
clothing. The otherwise nude performers were outfitted in flashy hats,
colorful stockings, dazzling vests and jackets open in front,
especially for the women to expose their bare breasts, but nothing
covering sex organs or bare asses. Often they wore gaudy trousers with
the upper parts missing to focus audience attention on genitals and
bare behinds.
In these three large theaters on Grosse Freiheit, which runs
perpendicular into the Reeperbahn, the sex-performers engaged in
sex-acts to the music of live bands. And I recall at least one or two
smaller but fairly lavish choreographed and similarly
debauched-costumed live-sex-shows on small sex-stages in bars on that
street.
Along the Reeperbahn itself were numerous live-show bars with naked
sex- performers either right on the bars or engaging in sex-acts on
small stages contiguous to the bar. The naked male and female
performers were almost always lying sexually joined in a sixty-nine
position waiting for a customer to come in. When customers entered, the
sex-performers would begin oral sex on each other. As soon as the
customer bought an overpriced drink, the sex-performers would cease
their sex act until another customer or group of customers came in.
Then they would get their mouths on sex organs and begin "working"
again. It was a come-on to sell expensive drinks. I believe there were
about ten of these cocktail lounge joints with naked couples poised to
perform sex-acts or publicly engaging in fellatio, cunnilingus, and
sometimes anilingus on or right in back of the bar.
And there were a number of bars that had bona fide sex-stages where a
naked male and female sex-show team walked by the tables, climbed up
onto the stage, and engaged in various sex-acts for
twenty-to-thirty-minute scheduled shows. As opposed to the off-and-on
cunnilingus and fellatio on top of the bars in the other drinking
establishments, these were actual live-sex performances with naked
females and males engaging in one sex act and then going on to another
sex act. They were putting on a "performance" of various sex-acts in a
number of explicit poses and positions.
All of these open-to-the-public live sex shows, and a few more where
live sex-acts were performed in semi-private "clubs" -- where
membership was sold at the door for the price of a ticket -- were
completely open to all male and female spectators more than
fifteen-years-old.
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Most places had no air-conditioning. In summer, the sex-on-stage and
sex-on-the-bar cocktail lounge joints kept open their doors to the
street and even pulled back the black velvet curtains halfheartedly
meant to block views of the naked performers and sex shows. Thus often
someone walking by on the Reeperbahn sidewalk could catch a glimpse of
a naked man and woman inside publicly engaging in a sex-act on a bar or
on a small sex stage.
In addition to all of the above, there were at least seven
live-sex-show peep-shows along the Reeperbahn and in the St. Georgi
district, including the one I was standing in. The actual nude
male-female sex shows in these were scheduled either on the hour or on
the half-hour and lasted a half-hour or more.
These joints flagrantly advertised their various lewd offerings out
onto the street. Virtually all of them, from video arcades and porno
movies to live-sex-shows exhibited posters and photographs of naked
women, and often with naked men. The live-sex-shows all additionally
had bulletin boards just inside the door and generally visible from the
street showing color photographs of their naked sex-wares engaging in
coital and oral sex acts.
All in all, in the two "sex districts" in Hamburg, there were at least
thirty different entirely legal and open-to-the-public live-sex-show
theaters, bars, and peep-shows, all having different bare heterosexual
couples engaging in sex-acts for the amusement of any customer over
fifteen.
The larger ones, like Salambo and two others, exhibited as many as a
dozen lavishly costumed -- albeit never covering female breasts or male
or female genitals and buttocks -- sex-performers simultaneously
engaging in sex-acts. Live bands played, and through the length of each
show in each of these, perhaps a total of fifty different
sex-performers engaged in sex-acts on stage for a choreographed
hard-core sex show, perhaps a total of a hundred fifty for these three
establishments alone.
On any given day -- and in addition to the numerous females and males
who had performed on-camera in hard core porno movies, porn videos, and
for magazine still photographs -- there were a total of a few hundred
different bare-assed live male-female sex-performers legally employed
at engaging in public live-sex-acts in Hamburg.
These several hundred sex-performers had to have backups and
replacements as well as the usual turnover of personnel.
So there were probably five hundred to a thousand different people in
Hamburg who were actually naked and sucking or fucking in front of
spectators on any given day, or had either engaged in public
live-sex-acts within the week, or were on-call to do so.
The author: Nudemodel worked as a nude male art model in Cleveland. He
lived in Germany for a summer where he was a naked white public
piece-of-ass giving rim jobs in black-dominating-white interracial
live-sex-shows, porn videos, and photo shoots. As a result of these he
was also a naked white whore primarily for rimming in all-black
sex-parties. He had nothing against it and tells about it with some
editing assistance.
To Be Continued...
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