We_Always_Do_It_For_Real.08 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 08 [CHAPTER VI CONTINUED] Eagerly I scrambled into position. I guessed he was keen to enter me again quickly, before he temporarily lost his erection. I knew too what was coming next, and didn't want to waste a second. His cock must have been dripping with liquid by now: some of his own copious cum blended delightfully with my musky cunt-juice. For a fleeting moment I thought how exciting it would be to be allowed to lick him clean, but that could wait. Again he disdained to provide any extra lubrication, and brought his cock at once to the entrance of my anus. There was no longer any constraint between us in arse-fucking: my sphincter muscles relaxed at once and accepted the head eagerly, then coquettishly closed tightly as if pretending to want no more. He was in no mood for mere flirtation and thrust steadily through every obstacle as he progressed into the very centre of my being, pushing a sharp, shining edge of exquisite pain ahead of him. I felt I wanted nothing more than to remain impaled on this wonderful, torturing cock for all eternity. "Deeper, darling! Harder! _Hurt_ me! Hurt me more!" I was screaming, vaguely aware through the engulfing waves of delightful torment that our performance had attracted an enthusiastic audience, including some of Mr Lloyd's foreign friends keeping up a rhythmic chant of "Fuck -- the -- bitch! Fuck -- her -- arse!" At last the full length was deep inside me. I felt as if it were filling my whole body. The delicate membranes of my rectum could feel every bump and vein of the beloved cock. Having just bathed my cunt in the first release of a whole afternoon's cruelly frustrated desire, Bob could afford to take his time over this second penetration, and began to piston my distended anus slowly, ineluctably. The universe contracted to one ring of muscle, the single point from which waves of overwhelming pain-pleasure were flooding through my body. I guess I must have been coming, and screaming with joy, all the while he was holding himself back from the point of no return, but at last I felt my thighs and arse crushed mercilessly against him. He seemed to enter me yet more deeply as his cock thickened and almost burst me apart, jets of hot sperm shooting up, up into my very centre. My mind, everything that made me me, was overwhelmed and annihilated by this joyous possession, and I think for a few moments I fainted. The next thing I remember is Bob's erection ebbing and his cock slipping out of my arse. Quickly I twisted round on the mattress till I was facing him as he knelt, and took his flaccid cock in my mouth. Oh, the sweetness of those mingled, salty juices which we had created together! My insatiable tongue and lips probed, tasted, sucked and swallowed. Gradually I began to have my reward as the shaft swelled again and made it clear that the evening had only begun. Bob realised that my mouth and throat could not properly service him in my present uncomfortable position, and made me wait for a moment as he moved to lie on his back. Kneeling between his legs I could now accept his cock in a straight line, and as the head began to thrust against my throat it opened easily to swallow him as deep as he wanted. This was a slow, gentle fuck, our mutual desire now sufficiently slaked to allow us to respond kindly to each other's needs, holding back from time to time to let the waves of pleasure subside, then build again. At last, by silent agreement, we let them build to the point from which there is only one way out, and I drank his creamy sperm again, letting it slide slowly over my tongue and throat. "Darling," I said, ages later, as we lay contented in each other's arms, "if you want to go and fuck the other girls now, you may. But please, do let me be the one you take home." He looked at me for a long while with a half-smile on his face, and I knew he was thinking of ways to tease me. Then he glanced round the garden, pretending - or perhaps not pretending - to assess the other girls. "Isn't that ... you know ..." he said suddenly. I followed his gaze, and recognised Mie Takahashi, the best known model and fuck-film actress in the profession, and certainly the one I most admired. If only I could be like her! I thought enviously. She was big for a Japanese girl, but her perfect proportions and her firm flesh and flawless skin just made the rest of us seem skinny and underdeveloped by comparison. There were, as usual, a group of admirers round her, but none was obviously her lover of the moment. Her hair, which I knew was shoulder-length, was pinned up casually and she was wearing only long, black lacy gloves and black evening sandals, with medium heels so as not to exaggerate her height. How I wished I had her effortless beauty and desirability! "Excuse me a moment," said Bob, "I really must ..." He trotted over the lawn to join the group around her, and soon the two of them were chatting easily together as she flirted her enchanting nudity at him. She clearly liked what she saw, and before long they were sitting and then lying together on one of the mattresses scattered over the lawn. The others gathered round to watch, but from where I was I had a good view of their energetic performance. It took them quite a while: I remembered with a flicker of pride that I had already drained Bob's balls pretty dry that evening. At last he left her, still lying sprawled on the ground, obviously well satisfied. "Oh, that was lovely ..." he said, as he collapsed beside me. "Was it?" I said evenly, determined not to be jealous - or to let it show if I was. After all, I had myself told him he was free to fuck any girl he fancied. "She's _so_ sexy - and she has wonderful technique." "Oh, yes?" "I told her what I did for a living, and asked her if she'd mind if I wrote for my magazines about what it felt like to fuck her." "And did she?" "Oh, no - she said it would be good publicity for her, and she hoped people here would read what I wrote too. She said one of the problems of being so well known as a sex actress was that people were frightened to ask her - and she was so glad I had because she had sexual needs too ... oh, she's a _wonderful_ girl ..." I suddenly had an idea. Are you going to write about me, too?" I asked. Bob came back to earth and remembered my existence at last. "Now that's a good idea. It could make a series. What Japanese sex-goddesses are _really_ like to fuck ... Why don't we write it together?" "Together?" "You tell me all about life in the studio. How a fuck film is made and what it feels like to be the star. Whether fucking in front of a camera is more or less arousing than doing it while people watch at a party like this. About your hopes for the future: all the sexy things you haven't yet done in your videos and look forward to doing. The letters you get from your fans, and the kinky things they say they want to do to you. Then we'll go back to the beginning: your first sexual experiences, when you decided you wanted to be an actress, how it felt the first time in public. All that sort of thing. How _did_ it feel, by the way?" "Wonderful," I said, remembering. "No girl can _really_ know how heavenly sex is until she's been nude in front of an audience, and then been fucked while everyone watches. _Especially_ that. It's like the first time all over again ... only better ... _so_ much better ..." "Well, there you are. That's just the sort of thing my editors want. We'll write it together, like I said." "All right," I said. Bob thought for a moment, and then said: "Is it really so good, the first time in public?" "Fantastic," I said. "Like I said: no girl ever forgets it." "When was your first time? In public, I mean?" I looked at him for a moment, wondering if I wanted to share such intimate memories; but then I remembered that I had already agreed to. "In a strip-club," I said. "I was seventeen." "Did you really work in a strip-club, Megumi? How lovely!" I hesitated again. I didn't know him well enough to feel confident about revealing that there had been a time when I had offered myself for sex in public when I was underage, and been paid for it. Not much underage, and I wasn't paid much either, but I could still get into trouble if he was indiscreet. "Not really work," I replied. "Just having fun ..." Well, it had been that all right, and I would gladly have done it for nothing. "The boyfriend I had then took me there," I continued. "And you went up on stage and stripped?" he asked. "_Everything_ off? Right down to nothing?" He gestured at my present nudity, making me giggle. "Of course," I said. "I _had_ to. They were having an amateur night, and I was the only girl there. Of course, he didn't tell me that: he just said it would be good for me to see how the professionals did it for an audience. I'm so glad, because I might not have had the courage to go otherwise. That was my first time fully nude for a real audience." "Gosh, I wish I’d been there." "It was _lovely_," I recalled dreamily. "Once I'd started I couldn't possibly stop till I was completely nude for them all. But I was still a bit naive and inexperienced, and hadn't realised that in a club like that once a new girl, a first-time amateur like me, was fully nude men would come up on stage and fuck her." "And that was your first time?" "That was my first time. In public. And it was very important. I'd already decided I wanted to be a nude model and act in sex-videos, but after that evening I _knew_ I really, really wanted to. If you see what I mean. I just longed to go on doing it. Again and again, for ever and ever." I realised the memory of that wonderful experience was unconsciously making me stroke myself. Bob took me in his arms to do it for me; we lay back on the grass together, he fondling my breasts and petting my pussy while I guided his hands to where I wanted them most. "So then you joined Marucho?" "Not immediately. They wouldn't take me while I was underage. But the manager of the club offered me a job - three shows a night it was to start with, but I was soon begging to do more ..." "And you took the job?" "I _had_ to. I couldn't stop myself. I knew then what it felt like, you see - nude and fucking while they all watched and wanted me. The most beautiful feeling in the world. I was hooked and couldn't live without it ... I still can't! It's like being addicted to a drug, I suppose - except that this drug does you no harm, and is always available for nothing whenever you want it." "What did your boyfriend think of your performance?" "Oh, he enjoyed it. Or was stimulated by it, anyway. I think nearly every man enjoys watching his girl being fucked by other men. Or other girls. So long as she makes it up to him afterwards, of course. Quite a lot of men have a private fantasy of being a pimp with a girl to sell. Just as every girl dreams secretly of being a prostitute and offering herself to every man who looks at her." "And did you?" "Dream of being a prostitute? Of _course_!" "No, I mean make it up to him after you'd been fucked on stage?" "Oh, _yes_!" "Is he still around? Your boyfriend who took you to the strip-club?" "No. We're still friends, but he wanted someone who'd belong to him properly." "And you?" "Oh, I belong to anyone who wants me." "Let's see if it works for me," he said. "I mean, see if it stimulates me to watch you being fucked." I thought for a moment. He was presuming a bit taking it for granted he was my lover and not just a man I was using temporarily for my personal pleasure on a day off work. But after the way he had been petting and stroking me I needed another fuck badly; and if I teased him well enough he might do interesting things to me later. I twisted round in his arms and suddenly put my tongue into his ear. "All right, let's see," I said after he'd finished getting his revenge. I walked naked through the garden, the high heels making my bottom wiggle in a way I knew was attractive. He followed me close enough to watch what I did but far enough behind not to seem possessive. It wasn't long before men invited me to join them. I chose two, and they took it in turns to explore my mouth and my cunt. I didn't know if I was stimulating Bob, but it certainly added to my own pleasure to know he was sitting there on the grass watching my performance. At last I lost all awareness of anything else as the three of us came - more or less - together. I lay blissfully naked on the grass. When I returned to the real world, my partners had gone and Bob was sitting beside me. The night air felt pleasantly cool on my nudity. "That was beautiful," he said. "And very stimulating. Let's go home now." I looked longingly round the attractively lit garden, the wandering spotlights picking out happily screwing couples. "Now? But I haven't had _nearly_ enough," I complained. "I'll make it up to you," he said. == My dress was trampled and torn beyond repair, but he found his clothes and I remembered that I had left my coat in the cloak-room. It was short and only just covered my bottom, and as we walked down the street it must have been obvious that I was naked underneath. Fortunately Tokyo taxi-drivers are difficult to shock. On the way home he said: "Start telling me about your life as a sex-film actress. How you got into the profession and so on." "Well, I've told you really. It was just something I _knew_ I had to do. Once I'd discovered how lovely it was. Being fucked in public, I mean. I wanted to go on doing it for ever, and I wanted everyone to see me do it. There's nothing much else to tell." "I'm sure there's lots. And we're supposed to be working on some articles together. Remember?" I thought for a while. "Not tonight," I said. "But I'll write it all down for you when I have time." "I can't ask you to do all that work. I'll do the writing if you give me the material." "All right," I said. "I'll talk and you write. I'll enjoy that." I took my coat off and handed it to him the moment we entered the elevator, then walked nude across the corridor, into his apartment and straight up to the bedroom. He didn't, as I had rather hoped, punish me for my shamelessly provocative behaviour; but he took me roughly, which suited my mood. He found a ball-gag in the bedside drawer and stuffed it deep into my mouth, buckling the straps tightly round my head, to prevent my screams and protests from disturbing other residents while I acted out a delightful rape scene which I had recently been rehearsing at the studio. Then he roped me to the bed and brought me to a spectacular orgasm. When it was over I would gladly have spent the rest of the night gagged and bound for his pleasure; but remembered that I had to work the next day and needed some sleep. I was to leave for the studio at seven o'clock. We spent what was left of the night dozing in each other's arms. I slipped quietly out of bed before it was light. My guide uniform would do, under my short coat, to get to the studio in: no one would be surprised to see me arrive in it, and I could change when I got there. I left the parcel of my videos on the bedside table. Before leaving I kissed Bob gently on the lips. "See you," I said. "See you." [Next in Part 09: Chapter VII: How It All Began]