We_Always_Do_It_For_Real.04 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 04 CHAPTER III What Happened on the Sixth Floor I had remembered that on the sixth floor of the building there were a couple of rooms which the company had set up in the style of hotel bedrooms in case any story we were filming required that sort of background. They weren't used much and were kept locked. But all the doors in the building opened with swipe-cards, and the cards issued to us guides were supposed to open pretty well everything. I just prayed someone had thought to program in the sixth-floor rooms. Someone had. The door swung shut behind us. I flicked on the lights. The electricity was on too. The lights were fitted with a master dimmer switch with which they could be adjusted so as not to conflict with the studio lighting during a take. I turned them down low. The room looked like a standard L-shaped hotel room, with a bathroom in the angle. I dropped my shoulder-bag on the double-bed. "This is an example of a hotel-room set, which we use for filming stories which are set in hotel rooms," I said formally. "Is it now?" said Mr Williams. "Do you think our story could be set in a hotel room?" Without waiting for an answer he took me by the upper arms, pulled me towards him and kissed me. After a few moments I pulled away and pretended to look startled. I put a finger across my lips. "Just a moment, please," I said and disappeared into the bathroom. Quickly I stepped out of my high-heeled sandals, then pulled off my tights and panties and balled them together, leaving them on the shelf over the hand-basin. To give myself an alibi I flushed the loo while putting on my shoes again. We were in each other's arms once more in a matter of seconds. His hands caressed my naked back; then one hand moved up to stroke behind my neck and pull me close as he kissed me, while the other wandered slowly down to my bottom and held my hips close against his. I could feel his erection pushing against my lower stomach. My hands too began to progress down his back and, as they reached his buttocks, responded by pulling him even more closely towards me. The fingers playing with my neck began slowly and gently to pull apart the loose bow of my halter-top. After a while I pulled away from him a little and twisted round in his arms so that my back was towards him. The front of my dress fell away, leaving my firm, naked breasts free for him to caress as he wished. One of his hands began to pleasure me there and I felt my nipples straining against his gentle stroking. His other hand found its way slowly, ever so slowly, down my stomach, down to the hem of my brief skirt, and then with agonising delay up the inside of my thighs again until a finger began, delicately and gently, to stroke the outer lips of my naked, soaking pussy. I groaned with desire. I somehow managed to think about the next move and got a hand to the zip on my skirt. I pulled my bottom a few millimetres away from his groin and felt the soft material of my dress slither down my thighs, enveloping his probing hand which threw the obstacle to the floor and continued its exploration of my throbbing pussy. One finger, two fingers, then - oh _then_, yes, three! - pushed their way unstoppably into my eager cunt: just what I do when I'm alone in bed at night, I suddenly thought, but so much bigger, so much better ... His thumb began to brush rhythmically against my clitoris while his littlest finger started a slow walk deeper between my legs until it was probing gently around my arsehole. Aroused almost beyond endurance but somehow seeking yet more stimulation, I freed myself gently and turned to face him. I stepped fully out of my uniform dress, stooped to pick it up and tossed it onto the bed. "Should I take my shoes and gloves off too?" I asked innocently, knowing the answer. Of course the little gold gloves were just a perky provocation, cheekily drawing attention to my nudity far more than simple nakedness would have done; and my legs looked so much sexier when lengthened and stretched by the slender heels. I love wearing really high heels when I am nude or being fucked, and my audiences and lovers seem to like it too. Mr Williams certainly did! He pulled me roughly towards him and kissed me hard and long, his tongue questing deep into my mouth while mine tried in vain to do the same to him. When he released me I slipped quickly to my knees and undid his belt and the front of his jeans, pushing them and his underpants to the floor. A gloriously aroused cock greeted me. Taking his balls in one gloved hand and the shaft of his cock in the other, I began to slide its head between my eager lips. I nearly gagged as it hit the back of my mouth but, remembering what my lovers had taught me, and above all the company motto of which I was so proud, I relaxed my throat muscles, lowered my tongue out of the way and took a little breath, as the whole wonderful length slid into my mouth and down my throat. In. Long pause while my tongue flickered around the shaft and my fingers stroked and gently squeezed his balls. Out. Only the head was in my mouth now and my tongue delicately teased the sensitive membrane on the underside and occasionally pretended to want to enter the hole at the tip. In. Right down my throat again in one confident movement, until my lips were pressed against the hair of his stomach and balls. Now that I was sure I would no longer gag, I used my throat muscles to massage the head. Out. More butterfly flicks of my tongue around the tip. In ... "No, stop!" he begged. "I mustn't come yet. Let me have your cunt first. Please ..." Quickly I squeezed the top of his shaft near his balls, and while he groaned in frustration I withdrew his cock from my mouth, pausing only to enjoy the drops of salty pre-cum which my tongue was able to lap from the tip. We pulled apart. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his clothes completely, tearing off his shirt. He clung for a moment to the rail at the bottom of the bed, then ripped off the bedspread to reveal duvet and pillows. "How would you like to take me, sir?" I asked submissively. I hoped the hint of a master-slave relationship would stimulate his imagination. "On the bed. Kneeling," he gasped. I buried my face in the pillows while pulling up my knees to offer my bottom to him freely. I felt his hands caress my buttocks, then suddenly his face was between my legs and his tongue was scouring gloriously round my sodden cunt. I felt and heard him slurp up my juicy nectar as if he had never had such a treat before, and it was only when he had drunk his fill that he began to pleasure me more carefully. First his tongue crept forward between my legs until it was remorselessly working over my clitoris, bringing it fully erect, flicking it from side to side, his hands firmly on my thighs and resisting any tendency on my part to bounce away from him in my excitement. More musky juice began to pour from my pussy. He moved his mouth up again and sucked it from me, almost turning my inner lips inside out in his eagerness. Then his tongue crept along my crack in the other direction, and after a moment's pause I suddenly felt it gently but firmly rimming my arsehole. Then a finger began to penetrate me. The finger and the tongue alternated for a while; then, when my arsehole was well lubricated and had begun to relax of its own accord, the finger entered it fully. Deeper and deeper it went, twisting from side to side, as my rosebud pulsated with desire and pulled him into my narrowest and tightest hole. "Please take me there - if you want to," I begged. "You like that?" "Oh, _yes_!" I replied, breathless with excitement and the thought that he might ... perhaps ... "It's so _beautiful_ ..." "Doesn't it hurt?" "Yes, it does, but I love it ..." I began, then stopped. Was I revealing too much, too early, about myself and my desires? I did so want this relationship to develop naturally, starting with straightforward sex in private, and moving on to more refined pleasures only when we both felt ready for them. "Later," he said. Yes, I thought with relief, he felt the same way I did. "That's a promise. But first ... like this!" I felt his hand withdraw gently from my anus, and then the bed heave as he shifted position. Suddenly his engorged cock slammed into my soaking cunt, and I felt his balls bounce against my clitoris. I screamed with an almost unbearable joy, though I knew there was yet more to come. In and out he went a few times, just a little way, careful not to spill the precious cargo of cum before I reached my own climax. His hands left my thighs and, taking the weight on his elbows, he reached for my breasts, pinching and twisting the already erect nipples hard. Oh, the lovely pain - he knows, he _knows_! I thought with what was left of my conscious mind. I pressed my buttocks firmly against him, trying to hold his legs with mine, knowing the danger that, taking me from behind, he might slip out of me in his excitement. But he was so near his climax that he used only occasional short strokes, leaving at least half his cock inside me all the time. I was near too - in my excitement I could hear a voice which must have been mine crying "Fuck me darling ... fuck my cunt ... come inside me ... I'm coming too ... I love you I love you darling fuck me fuck me!" Suddenly my wildly stimulated cunt could feel the spasm of sperm begin its journey down his tightly embedded cock. The extra stimulus was too much and I screamed with happiness as we came joyously together. We lay together for a few moments, panting, caressing each other as best we could, and enjoying the wonder of it all. Then I felt rather than saw him reach for tissues from the box on the bedside table. "No!" I gasped. "Don't wipe it. Give it to me." As he pulled out of me I wriggled quickly down his body, pushing him onto his back, and just catching the liquid dripping down his cock before it spilt onto the duvet. Greedily I sucked the mixture of juices our joyful lust had drawn from us both. Slowly, slowly I felt his soft cock begin to regain potency. This time I was the master. I licked and sucked his swelling erection, stopping and squeezing it at the root whenever I felt him close to climax, while he begged and implored me to let him come. At last I relented and was rewarded by more spurts of creamy, salty sperm, this time deep into my throat. One of the nice things about being fucked by _gaijin_ is that they don't feel they must always pull out of a girl's mouth or cunt at the last moment and spray cum all over her face and breasts. Japanese men like to dominate a girl by doing that. Please don't misunderstand me: I love having that done to me - especially when _lots_ of men line up to do it one after the other at a party. But the first time with a new lover it's just wonderful to enjoy the special intimacy of feeling all my three holes filled as deeply as they can be, and knowing that he loves being in there so much that he couldn't _bear_ to pull out. After I had sucked him dry, we lay in each other's arms, lightly stroking each other's bodies, gazing into each other's eyes, as if our very souls had coupled. At last he said: "Have I seen everything you have to show me?" "For the moment, yes." "How about that date this evening, then?" I jumped up, suddenly realising how late it was getting. I urged him into the bathroom first, and fell upon the telephone, praying that it would work and was not just a prop. Thank the Gods, a dial tone. I remembered the extension of the costume department. If only she was still there ... "Matsumoto-san, please," I said anxiously. "She's just left, I think," said the cheerful voice of Takeshi, her male assistant. "Who is it? ... Oh, wait a moment, she’s still here." The Gods were with me. "Matsumoto-san, you've got to help," I said in a panic. "I've got the date of a lifetime tonight, and perhaps all day tomorrow, and tomorrow night too, and I'm here in the studio with nothing but my guide uniform! Please, please, can you put some things together for me? Please?" "Yes, of course I can, Megumi-san, stop worrying. I saw you with him, remember - it is him, isn't it? I know just the sort of thing a _gaijin_ like that likes to see on a Japanese girl. You come by this department in twenty minutes and there'll be a bag waiting for you." "Oh, thank you, Matsumoto-san, thank you. You are wonderful. But -” panic rising again “- I haven't even any make-up, no handbag, nothing." "Don't worry, just leave it to me. But promise you'll come and see me when you're back in the studio and tell me everything he does to you. I want _all_ the details." A sexy chuckle, and the phone went dead. Twenty minutes later, showered and refreshed, I stole into the costume department while Mr Williams - Bob - my wonderful new lover - waited in the corridor. The bag was there as promised. We had agreed to go straight out to eat, and then decide where the evening would lead us next. I searched the contents of the bag anxiously. It was soon obvious what Matsumoto-san had in mind for dinner: a little black mini-dress, with spaghetti straps over the shoulders, and what there was of the skirt so tightly sculpted round my bottom and crotch that it could have been sprayed on. There were dark tights and strappy, silver high-heeled sandals to match. Another ten minutes and I could see in my lover's eyes that the evening was going to be a success. But it had only just begun. We collected our coats from my locker and set off together. [Next in Part 05: Chapter IV: Dinner, and Afterwards]