It's Friday and you know what that means, gang. No, what does that mean? It's Euro Hardball day. And in this Christoph Clark installment, subtitled, Anal Maniac, no ass in Europe is safe. The feature opens with a slow camera pan of some black lacquered book shelves stocked with videotapes.
Which reminds me - between Rocco's and Christoph Clark's video excursions into the anal underbelly, I've got no room left on my own shelves for the literary classics.
But not to worry. Because even culture's taken care of in this feature seeing has how you'll chance upon more leather masks per square inch than any Alexandre Dumas novel.
Michael Lovechild decides to throw a party and invites a few of his S&M clad friends along with some edgy, textural camerawork over to these House Beautiful digs. The girls are decked out either in thigh-high mesh stockings or tear-away body suits; the guys, all GQ handsome, wield erect, proud and true European cock.
Meridian, a painfully striking Euro blond, is the guest of honor in the first scene where she proceeds through a round robin of cocksucking, buttplugging, and, finally, gets enough cock up her ass in the spoon position to service the next Buck Adams coke party.
Forget the concept of linear progression after this arousing interlude, because sex strictly for it's own sake establishes foothold, and, well that's pretty much it for thematic sense or storytelling. Christoph Clark straddles into the house and commandeers a scene that offers plausibility to the philosophical notion of what it's like to be face fucked in the asshole.
Clark and dark-haired Sheila Rossi who are fast becoming this Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire of anal, copulate in a scene that screams prenom. Clark rolls Rossi into this tight little assball and let's his fingers go to town. Hell, they go to the big city. In turn, Rossi sucks Clark off almost with religious fervor and gives him a prostate exam with her Italianate lips. Clark vocalizes on several occasions about how deep he's going into Sheila's buttwell - at least deep enough to open a new European distribution outlet, one would gather by how his balls nearly vanish into the shit void.
But it's all over for gentility after Christoph dons the dildo face mask and proceeds with some murmuring Frenchisms through the mouth hole. Qualify for contestantship on the Regis millionaire show if you guessed that the headgear aims in the general vicinity of Rossi's rectum. Astonishingly, Clark gets even friskier in a later scene with Daniella Rush and nearly pulls her ass apart with manual techniques best learned in a pizza parlor. How great could this scene have ultimately been? We'll never know because it commits the unpardonable sin of brevity.
One more Christoph tryst later on tests his ability to anally compensate two women at once as he's done so many times in the past. There's probably no performer better at dividing his dick time as Christoph. Study, watch and learn.
Hardly attempting to answer the age old question of who was that masked man, in another part of the house, Lovechild urges one of his leather-faced amigos to do some digital exploratory in the ass of a masked redhead whose butt cavity is astounding for its capacity to make household objects disappear on sheer whim.
Believe it or not, this description covers only half the terrain of Anal Maniac, but consider the other scenes near or equal to the standards of those just described. Hell, I loved it and I'm not even a leather fetishist - the closest I come to that is an old Gil Hodge's first baseman's mitt I keep around for sentimental value.
