We Always Do It For Real 17 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 17 [CHAPTER XII Continued] Everyone is a bit nervous before a test, of course, but I was fairly confident that I would do myself justice in this one. I had two secret weapons. First, I had learnt the trick of acting for one special spectator only, and knew that if I got it right everyone watching me would have the illusion that he was that special person and be drawn powerfully into my performance. Secondly, while they had all of course seen the application video I had submitted, they did not know how much I had improved since then thanks to the performances I had been giving three times a night around the sex clubs of Asakusa. Surely I could draw on all I had learnt there, and do something to impress today's audience. I started with my walk across the acting area, then up and down, as instructed. I began with big, confident strides in my high heels, head up, breasts jutting firmly forwards, my hips making the most of the wiggle imparted by the unequal heels. Then I turned and became a shy Japanese girl, unaware of the effect she was having on the men watching her as she took her tentative steps, seeming to doubt if she had the right to inconvenience the ground by treading on it. That should give them something to think about. I came to a halt facing the camera. I focussed my mind on my one chosen lover, and began to run my hands up and down my body through the thin cloth of my dress. Oh, how I wanted to be stroked and petted! Slowly I turned my back to the camera, tossed my long hair to one side, and gradually pulled the bow of the halter-neck apart with one hand, holding the front of the dress over my breasts with the other. I faced the camera again, and very slowly allowed the front of the dress to fall, freeing my firm breasts, their nipples already hard and erect, their young sexiness enhanced by the skilful brush of the make-up girl. I caressed and fondled them, my face showing my growing pleasure at their sensitivity. One hand briefly travelled round my back to undo a snap at the top of my short skirt, then returned as I continued to pleasure myself. The dress started to fall gradually, encouraged by the slow lascivious movements of my hips, then whispered quickly down my thighs and calves to the floor. I stepped out of it and to one side, bringing myself closer to the head of the couch, the camera following me. I was now wearing only my transparent high-heeled shoes and the tiny silver panties Matsumoto-san had chosen for me. Slowly my hands left my breasts and travelled down to my crotch, enjoying the smooth, firm skin of my stomach and bottom on the way. One hand began to caress my pussy through the scrap of silver cloth, while I groaned and panted as waves of pleasure pulsed through my body. My fingers slipped inside, down the front of my little panties, and began to stimulate my erect clitoris directly. Once again I turned away from the camera. As one hand held the tiny silver triangle in place over my cunt, the other slowly untied the bow on one hip. A pause, during which the movements of my arse left no doubt that I was continuing to stimulate myself; then I changed hands and repeated the process with the other bow. The back of the panties slipped down the crack in my arse and dangled between my legs. I turned to the camera again. The atmosphere was as tense as anything I had felt as a stripper. It seemed extraordinary that a group of people, who could watch naked girls fucking whenever they wanted to, should be so involved in one girl's stimulation of her eager eighteen-year-old body, but so it was. At last I pulled the sodden cloth from my pussy and threw it to join the dress on the floor out of range of the camera. Completely nude at last, drawing confidence from being the way I liked most to be when an audience or a camera were watching me, I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction as my hands caressed my breasts, my stomach, my arse. I stepped back, the camera following me, to where I knew the head of the couch must be, and leant lightly against it as I spread my legs wider. I now began to masturbate in earnest, fingers slipping noisily in and out of my wet, bubbling cunt as I moaned and gasped harder, occasionally licking the juice from my fingers with long, lascivious movements of my tongue. I turned and bent forward over the couch, passing my hand between my legs to show them my arse-hole as my fingers spread my buttocks and probed lightly around my shy rosebud. I changed position, climbing onto the couch and kneeling, facing forward into the camera, my knees widely spaced and the rest of my body still upright. I continued my stroking and probing, my breathing getting shorter as I realised I could not be far from my climax. I took up a position which my strip-show audiences had always enjoyed, bending backwards until I almost lost my balance, then stretching one arm behind me, the hand braced against the couch to support my weight. The other hand continued to plunge its fingers into my soaking cunt, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I let my head fall back, my hair cascading onto the couch. From my knees to my hair my body now formed a tense but graceful arc, my erect breasts the highest part of me. I was almost at the point of no return. I dragged my hand unwillingly away from my cunt and began stroking and pinching my hard nipples, using the pain to give myself, as gradually as I could bear to, the final push over the brink into orgasm. I felt it coming: nothing could stop it now. I was using both hands now to support myself on the edges of the couch, and arched my body even higher in an ever tighter bow till the muscles of my back and thighs screamed that they could take no more. I shuddered joyfully as the physical and sexual tension reached breaking point and waves of glorious orgasm swept through me, my taut stomach and thigh muscles causing the flood of juice soaking my cunt to burst out like a man's cum, flowing copiously down between my legs and dripping onto the cover of the couch. Gasping with pleasure as I repeatedly came, I changed my position and lowered myself gradually, until I was lying in a relaxed and untidy heap, groaning in ecstasy with my legs doubled under me and my eyes closed. I suddenly felt a man's hands stroking my breasts before passing round to my back and lifting me. In my self-absorption I had completely forgotten that the show would not be over until I had been fucked. I struggled and protested for a moment, then opened my eyes. Kunio was standing naked beside the couch, lifting me off it. I remembered at last the moves we had agreed on, and scrambled to the floor, kneeling before him and taking his erection into my mouth. Like his body, it was squat and powerful. My throat was still dry from my latest experience but I summoned saliva from somewhere and began to lubricate his cock. After a while he pulled me to my feet and made me lie on the couch again, my bottom at the low end: kneeling between my parted legs he raised my hips with both hands to the level of his mouth and began to suck me vigorously, pulling the pink inner lips of my cunt almost inside out in his eagerness. For any man who genuinely liked eating pussy I must have been an intoxicating sight, the juicy nectar from my self-induced orgasms still dripping from my cunt and down the crack in my arse. I hardly dreamt I could come again so soon after the overwhelming climax I had given myself only minutes ago, but I began to writhe with pleasure under Kunio's rough tongue, and before long I was well on the way to another orgasm. Suddenly I felt his hands grasping my hips begin to turn me, and I quickly twisted round to lie on my front. He pushed my knees up so that I was half kneeling, my arse in the air and my face pressed against the sloping head of the couch. I felt Kunio's thick finger penetrate my cunt, plunging deliciously in and out a few times while he coated it heavily with a mixture of my juice and his saliva. I began to wonder if I could hold off another climax till he was ready to mount me. Then his finger left my cunt and began gently exploring my anus, feeling to see if my rosebud would after all admit him. But, as he had promised, he did not insist. Instead I felt him kneel between my legs and thrust his thick cock slowly but irresistibly into my eager cunt. Again the joyous waves of orgasm began to overwhelm me. I seized the top of the couch with both hands and lifted myself up. The camera, which had been concentrating on Kunio's invasion of my cunt, panned quickly up my body and swung round, gazing at me over the head of the couch to capture my ecstatic climax. At the same moment Kunio's hot sperm began to fill my cunt, and we collapsed together onto the couch. The Director called "Cut!" and the watchers in the studio burst into spontaneous applause. And who was the one man for whom, in my own mind, I was giving this performance, the man on the other side of the camera's cool lens? Why Ken, of course, my beloved _sensei_ who had taught me much of what I knew, and helped me to find out the rest for myself. Happily exhausted, I crawled out from underneath Kunio and we sat side by side on the couch. "Well done, Kato-san," said the Director, "that was good. You have a real talent for this work." "Thank you," I just managed to say. The Director checked that the camera and sound experts were happy, then asked my partner Kunio for any comments. "As you say, she has talent. The masturbation scene was beautiful and most original. I had to hurry my own part, she was coming so fast." He put his hand encouragingly on my bare thigh. "She's a really lovely little fuck, this one, she'd be doing it for real even if you hadn't told her to." I blushed and looked up at him gratefully. I so hoped he meant it, and wasn't just saying nice things out of politeness. "Anything else?" "You should know she's had no experience of arse-fucking, her rosebud is still virgin." "We will find ways of exploiting that situation," said Mr Niijima's voice coldly from the shadows. "Always assuming we take her on." '"Right, everyone," said the Director, "it’s a wrap. Please clear the set. The boss will want to see the tape later this morning, so could the editing department please get moving." The working lights came on as the spots faded. Matsumoto-san bustled over to me and, her arm round my shoulders, took me off to her own domain, my discarded clothes over her free arm. "My God, dearie, you really showed them something!" she cried. "I was with you all the way! When you made yourself come like that I swear my cunt was as wet as yours." She chuckled happily. "Now, first of all, you go in there for a shower. Then come and have some tea and we'll talk." As soon as I had rejoined her and Takeshi, I said, as seriously as I could: "Matsumoto-san, was I really any good?" "Dearie, you were tremendous," she said, "It's ages since I've seen anyone so naturally gifted for this work!" "Thank you," I said shyly and drank my tea. There was something I wanted very much to ask her, but for the moment I was too embarrassed. Then I remembered how kind she had been to me, and took the plunge. "Please tell me, Matsumoto-san, do you think it's very unnatural of me to want sex so much? I mean, lots of my friends enjoy sex, or say they do, but I don't know anyone else who wants it all the time like I do." Matsumoto-san laughed till tears came to her eyes. "Dearie, don't you realise it's the ones who _don't_ want it who are unnatural? Anyway, of course all your friends do want it really, just like you do. It's only that they're too shy to say so and in any case I bet they're jealous of you. Just because a girl wants sex doesn't mean she'll get it. But _you_'ll never have any problem. The men'll be standing in line ten deep for you." I smiled gratefully at her. "But isn't there something wrong with me that makes me love doing it best when people are watching?" I asked her shyly. "When a man takes me in front of an audience, or out-of-doors somewhere where people _might_ be watching, it makes me feel ... oh, I can't describe it to you, I just know I _adore_ it!" She looked at me seriously. "Well, there's certainly nothing wrong about it. It's a bit unusual. But I think you're lucky. If it gives you an extra thrill to have people watch you fucking, make the most of it. And above all, remember you're getting paid for doing what you love best." She chuckled. "Doesn't that tell you there's nothing wrong about it?" "I hope so," I said, still uncertain. "But _will_ I get paid for it? Do you think Marucho will really take me on?" "After your performance downstairs just now," she replied, "they'd be mad not to. Don't you think so, Takeshi-san?" Takeshi woke up from his reverie to say, "If they don't, I swear I'll leave Marucho and set up my own film company with Kato-san as partner." "Hah!" said Matsumoto-san. "You! Well, dream on. This little darling is headed for the big time whatever you men do or don't do. Megumi-san, why don't you and I set up in business together?" I looked up at her gratefully, but before I could ask what she meant the phone rang. I heard a cultivated female, probably secretarial, voice at the other end but could not make out what she was saying. "The Boss wants you in his office in five minutes," reported Matsumoto-san, "to watch your screen-test with him. In the costume you wore for it." I just had time to wonder naughtily whether he meant what I was wearing at the start or at the end, before the significance of this command sank in. "The Boss! In five minutes! But I can’t be ready!" I cried. "Yes, you can. Here, put on the shoes and the dress. It needs pressing, but never mind." "But what about the panties?" "Here they are - oh, yes, I see what you mean. They're still soaked and there's no time to do anything about it. You'll just have to manage as you are." "But won't Nagao-san be annoyed with me if I'm not dressed the way he instructed?" "Dearie," said Matsumoto-san with her sexiest chuckle, "if he wants to screw you he won't mind, and if he doesn't he won't notice." "Oh," I said as the implications of this sudden summons began to sink in, "do you think he might want that? I never thought. Will I be able to manage?" She looked at me, very seriously, but with something in her eyes that suggested she was not taking me quite as seriously as she wanted me to think. She walked behind me and adjusted the bow of my halter top so that the two sides and the ends matched nicely. Then she lifted the blue material of my short skirt and gave me an encouraging little pat on my bare bottom. "Yes, dearie," she said, "somehow I think you will manage very well." [Next in Part 18: Chapter XIII: Megumi and her new Boss] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams