ALL I EVER WANTED 04 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST CHAPTER IV The Girl from Saks It was so long since I had had any time to myself that I hardly knew what to do with it. Since we would be flying back to Tokyo the day after tomorrow perhaps it was the moment to take some final decisions about shopping. I had looked at plenty of clothes and the prices were cheap by Japanese standards; but I was worried about the quality. You paid a lot more in Tokyo shops but the clothes were far superior: you didn't find the unfinished seams, sagging linings and even missing buttons that Americans seemed to think were normal. Of course I could fix these faults easily enough with my own needle, but it was difficult to get used to this radically different attitude to quality. It was while I was hunting through sale items in the local branch of Saks Fifth Avenue that I realised I had seen the girl in other shops too. She was about my age and build, so it was hardly surprising that we found ourselves looking through the same racks. It was warm in the store and she had taken off her jacket, hanging it over her shoulder with a finger through the loop: she stood with her shoulders back, her pert young breasts pushing hard against the thin cotton of her T-shirt. As I watched her flicking through the racks with her free hand, I thought her features were unusually delicate - had it not been for the short golden hair and grey-green eyes, they could almost have been Oriental. But the most striking thing about her was her long, slim and beautifully shaped legs - a dancer's legs. They were shown off by the denim shorts she was wearing, cut high to reveal the lower curves of her firm bottom. I think it's a shame when girls don't take advantage of high-heels to display their legs at their best, especially American girls whose thighs and calves tend to be either too fat or too muscular. But she needed no such enhancement: in fact she was wearing the flattest shoes possible, just soles bound to her pretty feet with plaited straw thongs, decorated only with artificial flowers over her insteps matching the tint of her carefully painted toenails. The effect was charming and I wondered if I dared try it myself. But my Japanese legs probably needed all the help they could get, I thought in a rare moment of self-pity. I suddenly realised she had noticed me studying her. I looked quickly away in embarrassment, but not before I had caught a note of recognition in her eyes. Surely not. A nice young American girl would hardly know anything about Japanese pornography, and last night's publicity photos had not yet reached the papers. I pulled myself together and looked at her again. "I'm so sorry," I said, "you must think me very rude. I couldn't help admiring your shoes. Did you get them here?" "These?" she said, raising one foot casually but obviously enjoying the elegance of her gesture. "No, not here - some beach resort, I think." We exchanged a few remarks about the clothes on display, and separated. That afternoon I kept my appointment with Torao-san, the head cameraman. He was disappointed at first when I undressed and let him examine my arse: it was still pink from Mr Otani's treatment and there were some pretty marks from his whips, but he had been unusually careful. Having been put wise by Matsumoto-san, I explained that he probably wanted to ensure that I would look suitably fresh and virginal for the next day's filming. Torao-san decided there was still enough worth preserving, and spent an hour or so photographing and filming my arse from all possible angles as I stood, walked and wiggled under his instructions. We all loved Torao-san, who took so much trouble to ensure that we always looked our sexy best in Marucho's videos. When he was finished I gave him a little kiss. "You've always been so good to me, Torao-san. I've nothing else to do today. Wouldn't you like me to give you a really nice fuck?" "I'd love you to, Megumi, but I've so much to do before we finish tomorrow." I must have looked disappointed. "But, hey, how about at the wrap party tomorrow night? When I've nothing more to worry about? Can it wait till then?" "Of course!" I said. "I'd love that. It's a date. Mind you don't forget - I'll hold you to it. And you make sure you have me first, before the other girls get at you." I kissed him again, then gave him a special extra wriggle and a provocative look over my shoulder, just to make sure he didn't forget, as I walked back to where I'd left my clothes. Still at rather a loose end, I went out again to do my final shopping, then returned to the hotel to make a start on my packing. The Front Desk handed me a package which had just been delivered for me. I guessed who had sent it, and rushed to my room to open it. Inside was a box and a note. The note said simply, My Darling Roriita, I hope you will enjoy this improved version. Much love It was signed only with the Japanese character, looking a bit like a pair of crossed swords, which means "Father". Well, at least he had got someone to tell him who Lolita was, even if he still didn't know how to write it. I eagerly opened the box. Inside was a pair of nipple-clamps, looking much like the darling pair he had given me long ago but with some sort of electrical connection just below the knob which twisted each one tight. There were also a large dildo shaped like a realistic penis, made of firm flesh-coloured plastic apart from a broad metal band round the root snug against the plastic balls, and three lengths of electrical cable, one ending in the sort of large mains plug which also serves as a transformer for charging battery-driven equipment. The instruction leaflet read as if it had been translated from Japanese into English by someone with an imperfect knowledge of either language, but I guessed it wouldn't be too difficult to figure out what the equipment was for. Tempting though it was to try the new toys out at once, I decided to make myself wait. I was tired and hungry. I had a heavy day tomorrow and must get ready for it. With some relief I took off the long skirt I had been wearing most of the day and changed into something lighter. I did not bother with bra or panties, but put on a short blouse of the sort which is designed to tie below the breasts, leaving the waist and tummy bare. I added a pair of shorts cut high on the hip and tight enough to rub agreeably against my bare crotch. And, remembering the blonde beauty I had met that morning, I put on a pair of flat slippers. In the mirror I thought they made me look plumper than I usually liked: but I wasn't going anywhere special. I pinned my hair loosely so that it hung down my back, then went down to the hotel's coffee-shop. A group of three young Japanese technical staff, temporarily off duty, were at a table together. A fourth chair was unoccupied, and I joined them. They looked at me with frank admiration, and I responded with a demure blush. Perhaps I should pay more attention to the Japanese little-girl look, I thought, especially now I was - apparently - someone's Lolita. While I was ordering my meal they resumed their excited chatter about the final day's shooting, and especially about the wrap party to which they were greatly looking forward. Suddenly conscious again of my presence, and of the implication of what they were saying, they fell silent. With what I hoped was a suitable mixture of modesty and excitement, I said that I too was looking forward to the party. It was nice, I said, once a job was over, to be able to meet all the staff without stress or restraint. They looked a bit shattered, uncertain how to take this. I added that the Director was such a disciplinarian, didn't they think, that it was difficult to behave naturally when he was in charge. But once the movie was finished ... That was something they could all agree to, and their cheerful conversation resumed. I finished my simple meal, rose and bowed respectfully as is suitable from a female, however senior, to male colleagues, however humble. "Again, tomorrow," I murmured in a Japanese phrase which they could take, as they wished, as looking forward either to work in the studio or to fun and games at the party, and left the coffee-shop, enjoying on my way out the frank lust rising like a cloud of tobacco smoke from a table of four American businessmen whom I had been distracting from their discussion of the latest sales figures from Atlanta. The hotel staff had been into my room to turn down the bed. The new sex toys which I had carelessly left lying on the coverlet had been neatly arranged on the bedside table, the hotel's standard good-night chocolate and a folded card wishing me Sweet Dreams carefully placed in the precise centre. Oh dear. I plugged the dildo into the wall socket by the bed so that it could charge itself, and took a luxurious bath while I waited. Then I gently massaged lotion into my arse and thighs in the hope that tomorrow they would look fresh and untouched, ready for the shooting. I lay naked on my tummy on the bed and examined my presents more carefully. With my fingertips I lightly teased my nipples into full erection, and then turned onto my back and fitted the new clamps to them. As I screwed them comfortably tight, the familiar warm thrill flooded through me, and I could feel my pussy getting damp as the cunt-juice began to flow. I walked past the four Americans at their table again, but this time gave them a discreet smile of encouragement. They invited me to join them. Soon they would be taking turns to have me ... I abandoned this rather ordinary fantasy - after all, being shared by several men, much as I loved it, was part of my daily work - and disconnected the dildo from its charger. I examined the model cock. The broad metal band snug against the root, with its hint of slavery, looked very smart: I must try to persuade one of my human lovers to wear one for me. What fun it would be to arrive at a party leading a handsome naked slave by a chain attached to a metal band tight round his erection! Gold, perhaps - no, silver would be rather elegant. Of course he could easily escape by losing his erection and letting the band slip off; but actually he wouldn't want to, and couldn't anyway because he desired me so much. I would keep him hot and erect by making him watch while every other man at the party had me first ... I was carrying such a sweet little whip - I would enjoy making him beg and whimper while I punished him, but then I would let him seize the whip from me and take the most exquisite revenge. I was naked too of course apart from my highest heels, broad metal bands on my upper arms matching the band tight round my slave's erect cock and ... and, perhaps, oh yes, delicious little clamps torturing my nipples ... How nice it was to build up an elaborate masturbation fantasy, and then make it come true at the very next party I went to! Gradually I fed the long dildo into my increasingly wet cunt. Despite its great size it went in smoothly. I felt for the switch near the charger socket and at once the dildo began to vibrate and wriggle inside me, sending out great waves of pleasure to mingle with the pain radiating from my breasts. Of course, there is nothing to equal the pleasure of a real man's cock in your cunt or up your arse, or a real man's hands stroking and squeezing your tender body, but every girl should learn how to masturbate properly. Then she will never be bored. As of course I have told you, I was just learning how to play with myself when I had my first sexual experience with my teacher at the age of twelve, and it was because I was expecting pleasure that I found it. Your own fingers are best and most responsive to your needs, but it is worth learning how to use sex toys too, especially in public. Often I have sat through a long, tedious journey, looking innocent and virginal but actually dreaming of the wildest imaginable sex while a discreet little vibrator churned away inside me. It's one of the many advantages we girls have over men: we can keep it going for as long as we want. I knew there were more things to learn about this new set of toys. Reluctantly I put my fantasy on hold. My slave was on the floor now, kissing my little painted toes through the slim bonds of my high-heeled sandals, and begging me to let him come all over them, but he would still be there when I wanted him again. I switched the dildo off and pulled it out of my cunt, and to please my slave - and myself - went to the closet and found a pair of high-heeled gold party shoes for him to drool over.[4] I tightened the straps so that the shoes constricted my feet nicely, and picked up the inscrutable instructions again. They were not much use, but the two lengths of wire were obviously meant to go from the sockets in the breast-clamps to other sockets set in the dildo's plastic balls. There was also a three-way switch, now set at "O" for "off" but with other positions marked "R" and "C". I lay on my back again with my knees up, put the dildo back where it belonged, switched it on and experimentally moved the control to "R". For a while nothing special happened; then suddenly a spasm of pleasure flooded through me as a mild electric shock tickled my nipples and cunt-lips. Then suddenly another. And after an apparently random pause another stronger one. I wriggled the dildo more precisely into place so that the wide metal band was in closer contact with the lips of my cunt and, from inside my pussy, with the root of my clitoris. The sensation was delightful and I felt an orgasm building. Even in the high heels my toes were pointing and my calf muscles were contracting spontaneously, lifting my heels off the bed cover. I tightened the nipple-clamps, so as to balance pain and pleasure the way I liked them, and shifted the switch to "C". As I hoped, that was for "constant", and there was now no way of escaping the delicious electrical tingling. My first climax was quite close. But the batteries had only partly charged while I was in the bath, and under this constant drain soon began to run down. Damn. I switched everything off and reached again for the instructions. At the bottom of the second page there was a special warning: DANCER!! IF USE WHILE CHALGE! Nonsense, I thought, this is an emergency. I reconnected the charger to the wall socket, turned on the dildo and moved the switch to "Random". Fierce sensation at once exploded inside me: I was now receiving, I supposed, the voltage of the transformer rather than the trickle put out by the batteries. I felt my frustrated first climax build again: I was just able to flick the switch to "Constant" before it overwhelmed me. I lay moaning and wriggling on the bed, my hands stroking my stomach, thighs and arse as my body was mercilessly shaken by orgasm after glorious orgasm. I had never experienced anything quite like it, even with the best of human lovers: I was insatiable, each climax only increasing my lust for the next. After a while I forced myself to shift the control to "Random", slowing the pace of the orgasms so that I could enjoy them one by one. For over an hour I kept myself at full stretch, sobbing with lust as my sweating naked body writhed all over the bed and my back and feet arched repeatedly, each jolt of electricity matching my own immediate sexual response. I held the dildo by the plastic balls and wriggled it deeper into my helplessly dripping cunt. At last my lust began to give way to exhaustion. I disconnected the charger as I kicked off my shoes and turned out the bedside light, letting the gentler tickle of the batteries see me into contented sleep. Some time during the night the batteries must have run down again, but by then I was already deep into the Sweet Dreams promised by the hotel. FOOTNOTE [4] Quite a lot of men are fascinated by girls' feet. I've had lovers who like to begin by sucking and kissing my toes through the straps of my shoes. Strange, but nice! It's a reminder that a girl should always keep every part of herself clean and pretty: you never know what a man will like best. I admit I am proud of having small feet and feel at my best when I am wearing sexy high-heels. I like them to be a snug fit, moulded to my little feet and showing off my prettily painted toes. [Next in Part 05: Chapter V: A Nice Old-Fashioned Orgy] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams