UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 01 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 04: UNFINISHED AFFAIRS BY BOB WILLIAMS ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, CHIYOKO, HANAKO, SAMMY, HIROKO, NATSUKO, SACHI, MAKI, YUKI AND AYAKO PART 01 CHAPTER I California Again So let's start with Megumi, to whom I owe so much. At the end of _All I Ever Wanted_ we described how she helped Mr Otani when he was taking control of the Marucho Company. Part of his plan was to expand into the North American market: through joint productions with American porn studios if possible, independently if not. He took Megumi on a short trip to Los Angeles to show off her talents to some of his contacts there. Here is how she described what happened. One evening Mr Otani told me he wanted my help in putting together a sort of portfolio of my recent work - nude stills, cum shots and so on. Of course I was delighted to help in any way with his work in restructuring the company and greatly enjoyed looking through my videos and making suggestions. From my collection of stills taken since I had joined Marucho, Mr Otani selected some outdoor nude shots, and some pictures of me looking tempting as a bar hostess in g-string and heels. It was fun to remember the pleasure it had given me to pose for them. And then he produced from his private collection some shots I didn't even know existed: taken at parties when of course I was nude and ready for anything. For the video selections Mr Otani was particularly keen to use a sequence which had recently been taken by accident and which we still hadn't decided how to work into a commercial release. It had been planned as a normal climax to a standard fuck video: I was on my back and the man was thrusting in and out of my cunt. He was a good lover and I was coming enthusiastically. At the briefing with the director we had agreed that he would pull out at the last moment and finish with a nice messy facial: I would close my eyes and open my mouth while he spread his cum over my cheeks and lips, some of it entering my mouth, the rest leaving pretty streaks and drops on my face. Then I would open my eyes and draw his cock into my mouth so I could lick it dry and give it a last loving kiss before he moved out of shot. Finally, as the camera concentrated on my face, I would play with the cum decorating it, licking my fingers and murmuring thanks to my lover for giving me such a delicious treat. The sort of thing you've seen hundreds of times, of course - but it's always lovely to watch, and even lovelier to perform. But for once it went wrong: the man misjudged the moment for withdrawing from my pussy and as soon as he did he came, shooting his cum in a great fountain up from my stomach. Apologising to the director afterwards, he said he had enjoyed being in my pussy so much he had thought he could allow himself just one more thrust deep inside before pulling out and giving me my final facial. It may have been true, and even if it wasn't it was a charming compliment. I must say his performance was spectacular. His cum shot out in a great arc reaching my forehead, and when it was over there was a long streak of it all the way from my pubic hair to the top of my head. I burst into giggles, of course, but then tried to save the situation by congratulating him on his splendid achievement. Instead of moving in as planned for a close-up of my face, the cameraman pulled back for a full-length shot of my naked body as I lay lasciviously spread on the bed, enjoying my unusual decoration. So I was glad to see this rare cum-shot used at last; but I was disappointed that Mr Otani did not want to include any of my bondage and whipping sequences. "Let them wait - and ask," he said simply. "I don't want them to know yet that that's one of your specialisms." He still hadn't told me who, or what, this promotional video was for, but as one of Marucho's assets I took it for granted that he would rent me out to other suitable companies and directors. Of course they would pay well for me and I was delighted to be able to help the company. I realised Mr Otani had something special in mind only when he asked me to make a short presentation to camera - in English! He and his daughter Sammy helped to write my script and coached me. I was filmed nude in nothing but silver high heels and matching silver gloves, standing in the street outside our building with the company's name-board beside me. My piece went like this: "Thank you for watching some of my pictures and videos! I do hope you enjoyed looking at them as much as I enjoyed making them. You know, ever since I was _very_ young I have always _loved_ being nude - just like I am now - where everyone can look at me! So of course it was always my dream to be a sex actress and nude model. It was the _only_ thing I _ever_ wanted to do! And my dream came true on my eighteenth birthday. I'm still not nineteen yet, but now I have another dream: I want to be fucked by lots and lots of nice Western men and make lots and lots of sexy videos that they will like. Do you think you could help make _that_ dream come true as well? Please?" And I ended by blowing a kiss at the camera and doing my best to look both innocent and eager. The camera, which had gradually moved in on my face and breasts, pulled back and showed me full-length, waving in the sunlight as the sequence ended.[6] When I saw the edited version I asked Mr Otani to let me do it again. I was pleased enough with my appearance but thought I ought to be able to speak my lines in better English. But he assured me my Japanese accent was very sweet and would have just the effect he wanted. That didn't please me as much as he perhaps intended. English had been my favourite subject at school, and I had been working hard on it since becoming friends with Sammy - she helping me in return for my giving her Japanese lessons. But I supposed Mr Otani must know best. I still didn't know what he had in mind, until a few days later he told me to prepare for another trip to California! This time we were travelling to Los Angeles, just the two of us, where he said he wanted to introduce me to some contacts of his in the American porn industry. He was very keen that I should make the best possible impression - so of course I went at once to see Matsumoto-san and talk about what I should wear. It didn't take us long to agree on a favourite dress of mine: in dark red raw silk, the skirt very short (obviously) and with a sexy little slit up the back, and the front cut very low so that my breasts were fully revealed. I had worn it several times with great success at parties - in fact to be strictly honest I had worn several identical dresses as it tended to get some rough handling when the time came for me to be fucked, and Matsumoto-san had been obliged to remake it twice already. So I knew it had the effect I wanted! She insisted on adding a little matching jacket so that I could cover and uncover my breasts as I liked. We agreed on pretty bikini panties in a shiny gold material with side-ties, and a smart pair of high-heeled shoes with her trade-mark slightly unequal heels, and I was ready to do my best for the company. As well as the collection of my pictures and video clips, Mr Otani was carrying with him the rough cut of a video we had just completed. It was a sci-fi fantasy: an inventor had developed a sort of ray-gun which, when pointed at a girl, made her clothes temporarily invisible. That provided scope for lots of fun as pretty girls innocently displayed their full beauty in coffee-shops, in the office, on the street ... But then the inventor was kidnapped by a criminal gang and made to work for them as he developed the Mark 2 version. This made the girl's clothes actually disappear for the number of minutes to which the gun was set before firing. Of course such an invention could not be left to a gang of criminals to exploit: it had to be rescued and made available for the benefit of all mankind. That was my job. As Agent Special Executive 001 - Agent SEX1 for short - I wore a pretty uniform designed by Matsumoto-san: a tight sleeveless tunic in panels of blue and silver, a tiny skirt to match, and silver gloves and high-heeled boots. Of course the uniform kept vanishing when I grappled with gangsters who were armed with the new gun; but I had my own secret weapon - special sexual techniques which could render a man helpless for several minutes. You can see that this plotline offered all sorts of possibilities. Mr Otani hoped that _Agent SEX1_ - tentatively subtitled _The Girl with the Golden Cunt_ - would appeal to his US contacts enough to generate a series, in which I would lead a squad of girls constantly losing their clothes on dangerous missions. There was also scope for a computer game spin-off, which would be a new venture for us. So you see there was a lot depending on this trip. I felt quite an experienced international traveller by now, and obediently turned off the little vibrator in my pussy at take-off and landing when we were requested to stop using electronic equipment. But it seemed a long journey, even in my comfortable business-class seat and with the vibrator to keep me company; and Mr Otani was too busy with official papers to talk much. In Los Angeles we checked into a good hotel for the night as he wanted me to be properly rested before the interview. We arrived promptly at the offices of Mr Otani's contacts in time for our ten o'clock appointment, I wearing my chosen dress with my breasts modestly covered by the little jacket. He had told me very little about what I was to do: just saying that I was to wait outside till he summoned me - "and then behave naturally." Well, I would do my best. I was asked to wait in an outer office occupied by a receptionist called Maria. She had dark hair and red lips, and I suppose she was of South American origin, though I am not good at guessing the nationality of Westerners. She was rather older than me but pretty in a plump way and smartly dressed. She said she had been with the company a long time, and while she did not say she was a former sex actress I guessed she was. A girl who has done plenty of fucking and nudity in front of an audience or a camera has an air of being at ease with herself and her sexuality, a kind of physical self-confidence and awareness of the impression she makes, which are easy to recognise. I asked her about the people I was to meet. "Well," she said, "there'll be three men in there, as well as your Mr Otani - he's quite something, isn't he?" "Oh, _yes_!" I said with a shy smile which told her all she wanted to know. "The other three are Ben - he's the President of our company, so you don't call him that till he asks you to - and the VPs for marketing and production. They'll want to take a good look at you and see what you can do." She smiled knowingly. "If your Mr Otani wants them to consider using you, that is." "Of course," I said. I wanted to show that I understood how such things were arranged. "Ben - the President, that is - will probably ask the VPs to take ... I mean, examine you first while he watches. If he likes what he sees he'll give you a personal ... interview." "Thank you," I said firmly. "I understand. That's very helpful." "You're welcome. You've done interviews like this before, I guess?" "Well, yes. But in Japan it's a bit different. It comes to the same thing in the end, though." "It always does, doesn't it?" she said with a warm smile. I asked her to excuse me a moment while I prepared for my entrance and concentrated on the sounds coming from the inner office. I couldn't distinguish the words but I knew Mr Otani planned to begin with a short presentation on the Japanese porn industry and the scope for co-operation with American companies. He had obtained the results of some research into the changing sexual interests of American men, which showed how much their fantasies now centred on Japanese and other Asian girls. "That's a market opportunity American companies have just ignored," he had explained to me. "And when they see what we - and especially you - have to offer them to fill the gap they'll be really impressed by my plans for joint ventures. Otherwise they risk leaving the field open for our companies to exploit on their own." I could hear the music which accompanied my material coming to an end. In a moment my speech to camera would follow, and then ... It was time to be ready. I slipped off my little jacket and dropped it on a chair by Maria's desk. I gave my nipples a tweak to make sure they were nicely erect, and flicked my hair back over my shoulders. "Very nice, honey," said Maria. "You'll do." The door opened and Mr Otani politely ushered me into the room. There were three men seated in comfortable black leather armchairs facing a screen which for the moment was blank. In front of them was a tall chair like a metal bar-stool with a back. Beyond was a huge desk, and in one corner of the room a bed. All this I took in rapidly while Mr Otani was speaking. "Now, gentlemen, I'd like you to meet the talented girl you've been watching on the screen. Come and sit here, Megumi." He indicated the tall chair and I walked towards it as confidently as I could, my bottom wiggling nicely and the little slit at the back of my skirt opening and closing rhythmically as I moved. Mr Otani helped me up onto the stool. I crossed my legs, sat up straight to make the most of my bare breasts, flicked my hair over my shoulders again so it wasn't in the way, and smiled at my audience. They smiled back. "Well, Megumi, it's great to see you," said the man in the centre chair. "That's a fine dress you're wearing." "Thank you," I said shyly. "It's a favourite of mine. I often wear it at parties." "I must get myself invited," he said with a smile. "Now, I'm the President of this company and my two colleagues here are in charge of production and marketing. It's for them to decide whether we can make use of you in our productions and whether those productions would sell to our customers." I nodded to show I understood but said nothing. It was obvious that decisions would in fact be made by the President; but of course I had to make a good impression on all three men. "So, how old are you, Megumi?" "Eighteen," I said: and then since he did not immediately say anything, I added, "Well, nearly nineteen." "And when did you start work with Marucho?" He pronounced it MarOOcho, but fortunately I had expected the question and was not confused. "On my eighteenth birthday," I said. "And when was that?" "November 17 last. The happiest day in my life," I couldn't help adding enthusiastically. "Yes, we heard you'd always wanted to be a sex actress. Can you tell us why?" "It's difficult to say," I said. "I can't really understand why any girl _wouldn't_ want to. It's so nice. Ever since I had my first experience -" "When was that?" "I was twelve," I said, looking down modestly at my lap. It was true enough, and there was no need to explain that my sexuality had exploded into life through a magnificent caning rather than, as with most girls, budding gently as a beautifully erect cock insinuated itself sweetly into mouth or pussy. I looked up again through lowered eyelashes. I discovered I was wriggling on my stool as I remembered. "Of course I didn't know then that a girl could make a career out of, you know ... but when I saw my first sex video ... that was a bit later, a lover showed me one ... I knew immediately what I wanted to do. _Had_ to do." "So you applied to Marucho?" "Yes. By then I had looked at lots of videos, and theirs were the ones I enjoyed most. They showed the stars I most admired. I wanted so much to be like them and do what they did." "And they accepted you the moment you were legally old enough?" "Yes," Mr Otani broke in before I could answer. "I happened to be in the studio the day Megumi came for her screen-test, and I could see at once that the industry had a new talent of great potential." The President had not taken his eyes off me. My breasts were tingling lightly under his gaze. I always have that nice feeling when my nudity is being appreciated. It's one of the things that make being a nude model so enjoyable. "Did you do any work in the sex industry before you were eighteen?" he asked. "Don't be shy, we shan't tell anyone if you did." "Well, yes," I said, blushing a little and wriggling again on my high stool. I recrossed my legs, giving him a little peek at my gold panties. "I worked at a strip-club. At several, in fact. You see, I had left school, and it seemed a terribly long time to wait till I was eighteen ... and, anyway ..." "You enjoyed it?" he said with a pleasant smile. "Oh, yes! It was _so_ lovely. It wasn't only the money. Once I'd started I just couldn't stop, I enjoyed it so much. And anyway I thought it would be useful experience, learning how to ... you know, look good on stage and please an audience." "And when you were on stage in these clubs, you went the whole distance? By the end you were completely nude?" "Of course! _Always_!" What a strange question, I thought. Why ever would a girl want to perform at a strip-club and _not_ get completely nude? That was the whole point. But of course I didn't say anything. "And did the audience like you - sometimes want to join in?" "Oh, _yes_! Every time! That was the _best_ part!" Mr Otani intervened again. "It's quite normal in Japan," he said. "Not at all strip joints, but the good ones. When the girl is nude she invites men up on stage and begs them to screw her." This time he had the President's full attention. "I can see there's quite a lot we have to learn from your country," he said. Then he turned back to me. "But you never took part in videos, or were photographed nude? Commercially, I mean?" "Oh, no. Not commercially." "Good. We don't want anyone to come up with evidence that you worked illegally. Now," he said briskly, "stand up please, Megumi, and strip for us - you know, like you used to do in those clubs. I'm sure you haven't forgotten how to do it." I scrambled down eagerly from my stool. One of the other men went over to a hi-fi on a shelf and some suitably throbbing background music began to play. I began by stroking and massaging my already naked breasts as I swayed from foot to foot in time with the music. Then I reached behind my back as if preparing to take off my dress. I pretended to change my mind and, walking up to the President, asked softly, "Will you help me, please, Sir?" I turned my back and lowered myself a little so that his hands could undo the fastener. I said "Oh, _thank_ you!" sweetly over my shoulder, then walked back to where all three of my audience could see me. For a moment I held the dress against me as I stood with my back to them, then slowly let it down and eased it over my bottom. It fell to the floor and I stepped out of it, vaguely aware that Mr Otani had quickly scooped it up for me. I turned to face the men, stroking my breasts and all my body with growing enthusiasm. I was now wearing only my little gold panties. With eager murmurs of "Oh, yes - oh, _yes_!" I let my fingers find the little bows on my hips. "That's enough for the moment, Megumi," said the President sharply. "You can leave the panties till later." I looked at him in astonishment. "Oh, but please, Sir, mayn't I take them off?" I begged. "I want _so_ much to be nude for you. And for myself ..." I trailed off dejectedly. "Later," he said firmly. "It will give us all something to look forward to. Especially you: I can see you really enjoy being nude for an audience." I could only nod and look at him beseechingly. "What kind of sex do you like best, Megumi?" Fortunately I spotted the trap at once. The honest answer, which I have never been ashamed to give, is of course "being tied up and whipped." But I remembered Mr Otani did not want to let these Americans know about my love of bondage and pain quite yet. So I said, "I've never had any kind of sex I _didn't_ like, Sir." "Good." He pointed to the man seated on his right, who was already undoing his trousers. "Well, I guess you can tell what _he_ likes best." At once I was on my knees on the thick carpet between the man's legs, drawing his erection out of his underpants and stroking it lovingly as I looked up at his face. "Please may I suck your cock, Sir?" I asked. "Please will you come in my mouth? I should enjoy that so much!" Without waiting for permission I began kissing the head of his erection, then running my lips along the beautiful shaft while weighing his balls in one hand and prickling the heavy dangling sack with the tips of my long nails. Already he was leaning back in his chair and groaning slightly. It was a lovely cock: most cocks are, of course, with their promise of pleasure as they enter deep into my love-holes, but there is always something special about receiving one for the first time. I began to draw it slowly into my mouth. It was thick but not long: there would be no need to swallow it past my throat muscles. I settled down to a session of luxurious sucking, swirling my tongue round the sensitive underside. My desire was enhanced by the frustration of not yet being allowed to be fully nude: perhaps the President had been cleverer than I thought. Suddenly I became aware that he was speaking to Mr Otani. "Tell me, what is your relationship with this young lady? In private, I mean?" "We're very close." "Your personal girl, is she?" "Yes." "How does it feel watching your girl fucking other men like that?" "Megumi is a wonderful actress and a great sexual technician. I'm very proud of her." "Yes?" "I have never known her tired. When we go to parties together, she gives me all the sex I can handle, and then I can enjoy seeing her admired and pleasured by the others." "Interesting." I had never heard Mr Otani say such nice things about me before. It made me very happy. I suppose that was making me suck my partner even more enthusiastically: he was close to coming. I made myself slow down so that he could enjoy it more, and pulled away from him so that the tip of my tongue could explore the indentations of his cock-head before thrusting his erection deep into my mouth as if I never wanted it to leave me. As indeed at that point in sucking a cock I never do! He was about to come. I let my tongue swirl again round the beautiful thick firmness, and was rewarded by the first spurt of cum. He came copiously and I held his cum in my mouth, tasting and savouring it. If Mr Otani's plans came to anything, I would probably have other opportunities of fucking this man and I wanted to remember his unique flavour. At last it was time to withdraw. I kissed his cock good-bye and helped him wipe it dry with tissues from a box on the table beside his chair: America seemed not to have the system of neatly rolled damp towels without which the Japanese sex industry could hardly operate. I sat back on my heels and opened my mouth so that he could see my tongue still enjoying his cum. When at last I had swallowed most of it I put my hands on his knees and thanked him modestly for having given me such a lovely treat. Then I looked towards the President for further instructions. "Him next," he said simply, indicating the man on his left. I stood up and performed a few dance steps, such as I used to do when stripping, stroking my body and murmuring, "Ooh, this is so lovely!" "Oh, I'm such a lucky girl!" then I was on my knees in front of the other Vice-President - I never did discover which was Production and which was Marketing! - begging him to come in my mouth too. His cock was a bit longer than the first man's and I was able to show him that I knew how to swallow an erection and massage it tightly with my gagging throat muscles. He helped me, his hands on the back of my head pushing me firmly against his belly and thrusting his erection hard down my throat. Perhaps that was why he came quite quickly, filling my mouth again with the beautiful creamy white liquid that I love so much (and that all Japanese girls will admit they love if only they are honest). Because I felt a bit guilty at having made him come quickly I took my time over kissing his cock good-bye, helping to wipe it, and telling him how much pleasure he had given me and how much I wanted him to do it again to my other love-holes. "Do you and your friend enjoy spit-roasting girls, Sir?" I asked politely before standing up at last. Mr Otani had only recently taught me that word and I was pleased to be able to use it and show my knowledge of English. "You know, one of you in my mouth and the other in my pussy or up my arse?" "You like having your ass fucked, Megumi?" he said, using the American pronunciation. "Oh, yes!" I said, looking modestly from him to the President and back again. "It's the loveliest feeling!" I'm afraid this was very sly of me: but I wanted to give a hint to the President that all my love-holes were at his disposal. Surely he wanted to fuck me next? He wouldn't be so unkind as to leave me with just the appetisers of the banquet I was enjoying so much! I stood in front of him as he looked up at me with a knowing and slightly cruel smile which made me shiver with excitement. It is always a thrilling moment when a new lover reveals his interest in sadistic sex. I felt I couldn't wait any longer - I let my fingers play with the ties of my little gold panties, slowly pulled them apart and tossed the scrap of cloth aside. How lovely it felt to be fully nude at last! With one hand I stroked the crisp curls of my pussy-hair: the other I held out to the President. "Please take me, Sir!" I begged. "Please! I want it so much!" He stood up and removed his clothes. He took my hand, then my waist, and we walked towards the bed. At once I was seated on the edge, my hands stroking his erection. It was unusually long and slender. I knew at once what I wanted to do with it - what I wanted it to do to me. Surely at parties girls fought for the privilege of having their arses penetrated by this wonderful instrument! But first I had to take it in my mouth. My hands pressing on his buttocks, I drew it into me, through my mouth, over my throat, deep inside me - would it never end? I kissed the root with my tongue, caressed its beautiful length with my throat muscles, looked imploringly up at his face hoping for reassurance that I was pleasing him. It came: he smiled again that slightly cynical, cruel smile which had thrilled me so. "You having a good time, Megumi?" "Mm'mm! Mm'mm!" was all I could say in reply. "You want me to fuck your pussy, too?" "Mm'mm!" But not only that, I wanted to add. "And your ass?" "Mm'mm! Mm'mm! Mm'mm!" "Okay, then, Get up on the bed. On all fours." Slowly he withdrew the beautiful tube of hard flesh from my throat and mouth. I scrambled up and got into position, my bottom well up and my knees tucked under me. How would he begin? I suddenly felt his mouth between my legs as his tongue vigorously explored me, setting off waves of joy as it moved all the way round from my hard, erect clitoris to my arsehole and back again. My cunt wept copious juice into his mouth and I could feel his throat muscles contract as he swallowed it. "Is it good, Sir? I asked timidly. "Yeah. It's good. Do all Japanese girls taste as good as this?" "I don't know, Sir. I hope so - if _you_ like it." "I do." His tongue forced more liquid from my cunt and he swallowed it greedily. Then I felt something hard pressing against my anus. Surely he couldn't ... no, it was a finger, trying me out before ... it reached deep, deep inside me, twisting and turning as it went, while I screamed with joy. "You like that, Megumi?" I heard him ask. I was just about able to gasp out yes. "Do all Japanese girls like having their asses fucked?" Another helpless gulp, meaning yes. The finger was slowly withdrawn. "Don't American girls?" I asked breathlessly once it was gone, remembering Sammy's uninhibited delight in all forms of sex. "Most don't. Or say they don't. Some do. But they never ask for it like you. You ready for the big one now, Megumi?" "Oh, yes! Yes please! Take me, Sir!" I didn't want to sound like an American girl. The bed rocked as he got into position, kneeling behind me. I felt the head of his cock demanding entrance. Oh, dear Gods, I thought, help me to take him as he is used to being taken ... Yes, my anus muscles dilated as they should, and I felt the glorious long instrument begin its progress up the sleeve that was designed to receive it. On and on it went, slow but remorseless, not stopping for a moment, pushing a wonderful edge of shining pain before it and filling me beyond repletion, beyond happiness even. At last it stopped. "Oh, please don't stop, Sir!" I begged. "Deeper, please, oh please! Deeper!" He said nothing, but began to withdraw slowly before slamming back deep into my anal passage. Again. And again. I was screaming with lust and imminent orgasm. His hands were stroking my sensitive breasts, adding to my pleasure - and suddenly I felt his strong fingers squeezing and pinching my nipples. The extra stimulation took me by surprise and I let out a little squeal of pleasure before I remembered Mr Otani's warning not to reveal my love of pain. "You like that?" the President whispered in my ear. "Yes - no - I think so - yes!" The rhythm of his movement increased and I knew it could not last much longer. I abandoned all restraint and let myself come with all my heart. Suddenly I was being turned over onto my back. The wonderful cock which had brought me such ecstasy was now seeking to enter my mouth. I opened at once and drew it into me as deep as I could - not very far in my new position but far enough to kiss and lick and suck the first few centimetres. I held the rest in my hands, stroking the shaft gently. I could feel it begin to swell as the load of cum forced its way up from his balls. I closed my lips tightly round the tip, not wanting to lose a single drop, while my hands continued to milk the length of my erection. Yes, _my_ erection: the erection I had created by my sexy nakedness; mine; my property. At last it burst into my mouth, shot after shot of glorious, delicious, thick, creamy cum. My mouth filled but I did not swallow, not wanting to lose the taste soaking my tongue. And then he withdrew. I tried to pull him back, but he was gone. I knew what I wanted to do next. I pulled myself upright till I was sitting on the bed, smiled up at my wonderful lover, and allowed my mouth to open slightly. Cum dribbled from between my lips and spattered warmly onto my breasts. I opened my mouth wider and let him see how full it was. More cum fell and I caught it in my hand, showing it to him. I didn't want to lose any more and started to swallow, smearing the cum in my hand into my breasts to join the drops which had fallen there. At last my throat was clear enough to let me speak. "Oh, thank you, Sir, thank you! That was just _beautiful_!" "Did you enjoy it, Megumi?" "Oh, _yes_! Please fuck my arse again! It's yours whenever you want it!" "Well, maybe one day. Now, I need to talk to your Mr Otani, so you go back to the outer office. Maria will look after you." Naked apart from my high heels, my breasts glistening with the cum I had spread over them, I prepared to leave. At the door I turned and bowed low to my audience. "Thank you! Oh, _thank_ you!" I murmured. Mr Otani hurried after me with my dress. In the outer office Maria greeted me with a broad smile. "Well, that was a long session, honey. You look as if you had a good time!" "Yes," I said dreamily. "Yes - they were very good to me." "And I can see you were good to them. Well, you can clean up in there." I took my dress from Mr Otani, and vanished into the wash-room. It was well equipped, with a shower cubicle which I gratefully made full use of. It was quite some time before I was ready to face the world: clean, fresh and wearing my dress again - my panties, as usual, had vanished somewhere but it didn't matter. Mr Otani had not returned from his discussions but a girl I had not seen before was sitting opposite Maria and chatting across her desk. She turned and looked at me with astonishment. I bowed and introduced myself. I picked up the little jacket of my dress from where I had left it. "I suppose I'd better put this on again before I leave," I said, guessing that it was my naked breasts that had surprised the newcomer. "Yes," said Maria. "You could get arrested if you go outside looking like that." She turned to the newcomer. "Megumi's Japanese. She's new to our ways. This is an odd country," she continued to me. "I'm still surprised by it, though I've lived here years. America has the world's biggest porn industry, but if a girl flashes a tit in public it's a big deal." "How extraordinary!" I replied. "I don't think anyone would mind if they saw me like this in Tokyo. They'd just think it was a crazy new fashion for young people." I looked at myself as best I could in the little mirror on the wall. "I wish it was," I added. "I rather like it." Then Mr Otani entered and hurried me away, leaving the newcomer to her own interview with the President and his supporters. I wondered naughtily how much they would manage to do to her. In the taxi to the hotel, Mr Otani assured me the presentation and my interview had been a success. "I'm glad," I said. "I was nervous at first but they soon made me feel at home." "I noticed." I giggled, and changed the subject. "What did they think of _Agent SEX1_?" "They'll let us know. It's too soon to expect an answer yet." I changed the subject back. "It seems odd," I said, "to come all this way just to fuck three men." Mr Otani put his arm round me and, under the approving eye of the driver in his mirror, kissed me. "There's a couple of hours yet before we have to leave for the airport," he said. "Let's make that four, shall we?" "Mm'mm?" "I've brought some of your favourite toys." "Mm'mm! Nice." == I couldn't sleep on the plane back to Tokyo. My bottom and thighs were still tingling from Mr Otani's attentions: he had whipped me long and lovingly, then he had untied me and fucked me in the cunt and mouth, and finally he had rewarded me with a whole series of strokes from his cane, drawing narrow lines of fire on my arse which were still tickling deliciously. And behind those pleasures I could still feel something of the deep warmth, stretching high up my anal passage, from the President's expert penetration of my bottom. It had been quite a day, even for me. Wanting the varied sensations to last as long as possible, and give me something to enjoy on the long flight, I was wearing very tight shorts in soft leather. I wore nothing underneath, of course, and the leather moulded itself to my bottom and rubbed delightfully against my sensitive skin at the slightest movement. It felt almost as nice as being naked! To match the little pants I had chosen knee-high boots with high heels, and a sleeveless top short enough to reveal a pretty diamante decoration fixed in my navel. I suppose a loose skirt would have been a more sensible choice if I had wanted to rest during the flight, but I didn't feel like being sensible. In any case, the admiration and lust my appearance inspired at the airport and on the plane were keeping my sensuality nicely on the boil. I began to calculate how many hours it must be before we reached our Tokyo apartment and I could subject myself to Mr Otani, begging him to whip me and fuck me all over again. An hour or so with a plane to catch and half an eye on the clock is not _nearly_ enough. Fortunately Mr Otani had more time to pay attention to me than on the outward journey. "You were good, Megumi," he said, not for the first time. "They were very impressed by you. I think something important will come of it." "I'm glad," I said, squirming discreetly against the seat and setting off more delightful spasms of pleasure from the lines his cane had engraved. "While you were out of the room, they asked me if you were into masochism," he went on. "I'm not surprised," I said. "The President tested me a little while he was fucking me." I recalled with a little wriggle his fingers pinching my nipples like metal clamps. "And what did you say?" "I was very discreet, the way you warned me to be. I didn't say anything. But I couldn't help reacting. He knew I liked it." "Good. Well, I told him and his colleagues I would talk to you about it and thought you could be persuaded." I giggled. "You can try," I said, looking up at him with a demure but provocative glance. "I'm already looking forward to being persuaded very firmly." As you know, my masochism had been an essential part of my sensuality for years; but one of my fantasies was coming to Mr Otani completely innocent and being slowly, wonderfully instructed by him in its delights. But of course if I had not been an experienced masochist and ready to submit to him on that memorable day when we first met, my eighteenth birthday, he would probably have taken no interest in me. Mr Otani smiled in return, and began gently stroking my bare thigh. "The interesting thing is they think you'd look good as a sadist as well as a masochist. As a dominatrix." "A domi-?" "A dominatrix," he repeated slowly. "You mean, a _sadisu-chan_? An _ojosan_?" I asked, remembering the current Japanese words for both the cute Japanese girl who teases her lover with light sadism and the imperious and cruel princess type. "Is there a demand for that in America? I know Japanese men often enjoy it, but I thought Western men liked to fantasise about us Japanese girls as slaves." "Oh, their fantasies are much more varied than that," he said airily. "I've been doing a lot of research." "You did tell your friends about our realism policy, didn't you?" "Oh, yes. They liked the idea a lot. Most Western porn is terribly stagy and artificial." "Yes; but are you sure we can find actors willing to be whipped for real by a Japanese princess?" "Darling, this is America. You can get _anything_ here if you pay enough and know where to look." "Oh." I found the idea rather exciting. "We'll need a really good story-line if they decide to go ahead. See what that sexy brain of yours can come up with." He gave my thigh a last stroke, then stood up and took his briefcase from the overhead locker. I looked thoughtfully out of the window, and set my imagination to work. Probably because my bottom was still tingling so nicely, it could at first produce only fantasies of being tied up, suspended, subjected to the most original and enchanting tortures ... but a picture of myself emerged at last, dressed in a few scraps of tight black leather and thigh-high boots, teetering on impossibly high heels. I looked down at the boots I now had on, wiggling my feet and wishing the heels were even more extreme. The fantasy Megumi was now holding a long whip of plaited leather with - yes - a pretty metal tip. A strong, handsome man appeared and took the whip from me. I stood before him as he lashed me fiercely, squealing and begging for more ... No, no! keep that for another time. Concentrate, now ... Yes, the man was now kneeling in front of me, hands and ankles bound, licking the toes of my boots and imploring me to forgive him. Two nearly nude girls appeared, also bearing whips. I gestured to them and they began to whip my victim while he continued to beg for mercy. There seemed to be a cage in the background, filled with chained men trembling with fear ... Yes, this was coming along nicely. I turned to Mr Otani. "I think I've got something," I said. "Let me tell you before I forget." He put down his papers and pulled a pad out of his briefcase. "Ready." "I'm a domi-, domina- ... what did you say?" "Dominatrix." "Right. I'm wearing high-heeled boots, a tight corset, not much else. I have a dungeon in my house where men are kept in cages. From time to time I choose a man and whip him while the others watch." "Good." "I think I need a couple of handmaids to help me with the men. They could help with the whipping, too. We could use Noriko and Midori." "Yes, they might do. We'll put them in sexy matching outfits." "Matsumoto-san will enjoy designing something appropriate." "Right. Go on." "I think," I said, "I need a reason for whipping them. Of course, I do it because I'm a sadist and I enjoy it, but there has to be some kind of perverted system. I wonder ... yes ... how would it be if I use the men for my pleasure but they are forbidden to come without my permission. And if they do, they are punished." "Yes; and you make it almost impossible for them _not_ to come." I giggled. "Yes, I'm enjoying this! But there won't be time for much of that. How would it be ... yes ... Noriko and Midori are constantly seducing the men and get their sadistic pleasure from teasing them beyond endurance; and when they break my rules and come they report them to me for punishment." "Good strong situation. The men know they will be punished if they come; they try desperately not to, but Noriko and Midori always win. Then they drag their victims to the whipping-frames and tie them up, and you whip them as sadistically as you know how. I like it. How do we develop the story?" "I don't know. Oh, yes I do! Talking it through with you is such a help! One day several men are due for punishment, and there's a slave revolt. They overpower me, take away my whips, tie me to my own torture equipment, and take their revenge. We'll have to decide whether Noriko and Midori join the revolt, or are tied up and whipped too. Anyway, the men all join in whipping me." "Yes, I knew the little masochist would get her way in the end." "Don't interrupt or I'll lose the plot. And after I've been whipped and tortured exquisitely for a long, long time, I suddenly realise that's what I really, really want. To be a slave rather than a domina–, _ojosan_, princess type. So I beg them to do it to me again and again, and we all live happily together ever after." Mr Otani finished making notes. "I like it," he said. "I'll get a writer to work on it as soon as we get back." He leaned across and kissed me. "I wouldn't mind playing one of the men myself. Suddenly the idea of you as a dominatrix with me as your victim seems very attractive." It was beginning to sound very attractive to me too. "As soon as we get home we'll start rehearsing," I said. FOOTNOTES [6] In case you are wondering, we filmed the sequence early on a Sunday morning when there wouldn't be many people around. It's not that I mind appearing nude in public - as you should have learnt by now, I enjoy it and find it stimulating - but it's easier to get the scene right if there aren't too many uninvited spectators around. [Next in Part 02: Chapter II: Chiyoko: A Party] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams