We Always Do It For Real 20

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL
BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS

PART 20

[CHAPTER XIV CONTINUED]

Inside the room, I kissed him quickly, then went into 
Mr Nagao's private bathroom. There was a bidet there 
and I was able to clean out my cunt and arse properly; 
there was very little feminine among the toiletries 
but I did my best to tidy my face and hair. 

When I stepped out of the bathroom in search of my 
dress I found Mr Otani had already got his clothes on: 
he, Mr Nagao and Mr Niijima were sitting in the big 
armchairs talking. I could see no sign of my pretty 
gold dress. 

"Come in, my dear, come and join us," said Mr Otani, 
standing up - another sign of his American upbringing. 
"We were just talking about you." He waved me to one 
of the sofas. "Don't worry about your dress - you look 
lovely the way you are, and looking at you like that 
will help us reach a decision, I hope." 

I was a bit disconcerted at first at being invited to 
join this business discussion in a state of total 
nudity, but decided it was foolish to be conventional 
in such an organisation. I sat at the end of one of 
the sofas - but as before found that it was too big 
and soft for me to sit in comfortably. So I kicked off 
my gold sandals, pulled my feet up under me and knelt 
with my legs to one side. The soft, cool leather once 
again felt wonderfully exciting against my bare skin. 
How I longed to join a company which could give me 
such lovely experiences! I looked yearningly at Mr 
Otani, wanting his approval, but he was talking 
business. 

"All right, Nagao-san," he was saying, "I'll agree to 
what you are asking, but only on one condition: that 
you employ Kato-san here as a trainee actress. And if 
you do that, I'll also undertake to market everything 
she stars in in the Western United States. If you 
_don't_ do that, I swear I'll set up a company of my 
own to promote her." 

"You're that impressed, are you?" asked Mr Nagao in 
his soft voice. 

"Oh yes. She's got real potential. I'm astonished you 
can't see it. She's also a lovely fuck." 

I blushed and lowered my eyes modestly, secretly 
pleased that he had used almost the same phrase as 
Kunio, my partner in my screen-test in the morning. I 
looked up again and glanced at him from under my 
eyelashes. He was looking at me with open admiration. 
I know it was presumptuous of me but I did feel that I 
was looking my best. My ivory skin, glowing with 
sexual satisfaction, was shown off to perfection 
against the black leather, its nakedness charmingly 
enhanced by the light glinting on the gold jewellery. 
My thighs were nicely displayed and my firm young 
breasts jutted forward temptingly as I knelt in the 
corner of the sofa, shoulders back and head up. Yes, I 
thought, this is the way I want to be - always. Nude, 
and desired ... 

"I'm not saying I hadn't seen her potential," said Mr 
Nagao pettishly, "it's just that we have to weigh 
these things up, don't we Niijima-san?" 

Mr Niijima just continued to look disapproving. Very 
daring, hoping that Mr Otani at least would not be 
shocked by my speaking before being invited to, I 
said: "I'm very grateful to you for your good opinion, 
Otani-san. Will I see you again soon?" 

My heart beat painfully as I waited for the answer. 

"I'm afraid not, Kato-san," he said gravely. "I must 
leave for Los Angeles tonight. Otherwise it would have 
been my pleasure to invite you to have dinner with me 
this evening, to celebrate your contract with 
Marucho." 

He shot a look at Mr Nagao. 

"Oh, of course I agree to what you propose," said he. 
"And since that concludes our business, and there are 
still a couple of hours before you have to leave for 
Narita Airport, why don't Niijima-kun and I leave you 
and Kato-san together so that you can take away happy 
memories of your visit here?" 

My heart began to beat fast again. I hardly dared move 
a muscle as I begged him silently to agree. 

"That is very kind of you, Nagao-san," he replied. 

"I have an even better idea," said Mr Nagao. "Why 
don't I send one of our cameramen down here to record 
your encounter so that you can remember Kato-san in 
America whenever you want to? And of course you could 
show her to all the customers you believe are eager to 
see her videos." 

"Thank you," said Mr Otani, "that would be very 
enjoyable. And _I_ have a suggestion. Why don't you 
join us on the video so that your own commitment to 
this brilliant new star will be on record too?" 

I was overwhelmed with excitement and happiness. I 
could not for the moment quite work out how this 
threesome would work in practice, but I knew I wanted 
it more than anything else in the world, and to be 
permitted to play my part in front of the camera was a 
joy almost too much to bear. 

Mr Niijima was being sent to call in Mr Nagao's 
secretary. "First," he instructed her in his soft 
voice when she appeared in her smart miniskirted 
business suit, "find out if any of our cameramen is 
available and send him here at once: you can tell him 
I want a video of something that's about to happen in 
the garden. When you've done that, print out our 
standard two-year contract for Kato-san here, who I 
hope is going to join our staff." 

The secretary smiled at me encouragingly and departed. 
She seemed completely unsurprised by my nudity. A few 
minutes passed during which little was said, and I 
could hardly have listened anyway. I mostly kept my 
eyes modestly lowered as the three men looked me over: 
Mr Otani with frank lust, Mr Nagao with a friendly 
smile and Mr Niijima with obvious disapproval. The 
secretary returned with sheets of paper, and the news 
that a cameraman was on the way down with his 
equipment. 

"Kato-san," said Mr Nagao, "this is our standard 
two-year contract for new actresses. Mr Niijima, as 
Business Manager, is authorised to sign it on behalf 
of the company. He will sign both copies. I will not 
allow you to sign until you have had time to study the 
contract carefully and take any advice you wish. If 
you decide to join us, you will sign and date both 
copies, and return one to Mr Niijima." 

I nodded. Mr Niijima spread out the papers on a low 
table. He signed his name in two places, dug into his 
jacket pocket to find the flat box containing his 
personal seal, and authenticated the signatures with 
neat, round stamps in red ink. He left the papers as 
they were to dry. Mr Nagao's secretary tapped at the 
door and showed in the cameraman. He was carrying an 
elaborate video camera with its own spotlight and 
microphone. 

While I remained lost in erotic dreams, Mr Nagao and 
Mr Otani sketched out a scenario. They explained it 
briefly to the cameraman. The scene was to be played 
beside the fishpond, and was to start with me and Mr 
Otani alone together, Mr Nagao entering a little later 
to join us. 

Mr Niijima took himself off to his own office, and the 
other two men quickly got out of their clothes. Mr 
Otani and I took up position in the garden again, this 
time under the direction of the cameraman, Mr Nagao a 
little further away out of shot. We began with a 
passionate embrace, then I again fell to my knees and 
took his glorious, long cock into my mouth. Soon it 
was as fully erect and hard as it had been on entering 
me earlier, and I happily sucked the head deep into my 
throat. This time he did not allow me to suck and lick 
him to orgasm, withdrawing his cock and sinking down 
to kneel beside me. The lounger cushions were on the 
ground where we had left them, and he soon had me on 
my back, legs apart, luxuriating in the licking and 
thrusting of his eager tongue. At last he entered my 
cunt as I lay on my back: I was already close to 
orgasm and even though he held back from his own I was 
soon screaming and moaning as I enjoyed my first 
climax, my fingers digging deeply into his back and 
buttocks as I shuddered to a temporary stop. 

That was the signal for Mr Nagao to enter shot. Mr 
Otani handed me over to him as agreed: he lay on his 
back with his legs spread as I licked his balls and 
sucked his cock into a fine erection. On his 
instructions I straddled his waist, taking his thick, 
veined cock into my cunt for the second time that day. 
Being on top, I felt in control and rode him 
vigorously, soon feeling my next climax approaching. 
His big, strong hands held my waist firmly, setting 
the rhythm he liked; then moved up to caress my 
breasts, his fingers adding to my excitement by 
squeezing and pinching my nipples to even harder 
erection. 

"One day," he murmured into my ear, "we must 
photograph these pretty nipples being pierced and 
fitted with beautiful gold rings. Would you like 
that?" 

"Would it hurt very much, sir?" I asked shyly. 

"Very much indeed. But you would enjoy that; and the 
rings would look so lovely piercing these pretty 
breasts. Can you imagine it?" 

"Oh, yes," I gasped, the thought of the pain and the 
beauty pushing me even closer to orgasm, "oh, please!" 

I came again in my excitement: like Mr Otani he held 
back from his own orgasm, but as I climaxed I felt the 
urgent demand of something pressing firmly against my 
anus. Mr Nagao moved his legs together to make it 
possible for Mr Otani to straddle us both. I tried 
desperately to make my sphincter relax and open as it 
had done before. 

Again I felt that shining, white-hot sword enter my 
narrowest passage, still dripping with my saliva and 
cunt-juice. This time there was no gentle, 
millimetre-by-millimetre progress, stopping again and 
again to let me rest and become accustomed to the 
unbelievable, bursting fullness of my rectum. The 
sword transfixed me, with agonising slowness, but 
never stopping for a second as it penetrated me, 
claiming as its right the kingdom it had already 
conquered. 

It had never occurred to me how tremendous it would be 
to be nailed to the ground by two thrusting cocks at 
once. The anal dildo on the self-stimulation belt Ken 
had designed for me had been only as thick as a 
finger; now I felt two real organs, wielded by two 
experienced and lustful men, penetrating me separated 
by only the thinnest membranes. I could hardly tell 
which was stimulating which passage. One was 
delivering waves of exquisite pain; the other spasms 
of unbelievable pleasure - that was all I knew or 
cared to know. 

There was no question of holding back my climax so 
that we could all three come together. I was already 
experiencing a continuous orgasm as the three of us 
set up a rhythm determined by the movement of my hips: 
_down_ on the weapon gloriously piercing my anus and 
_up_ on the thick, lustful cock pleasuring my cunt; 
then back the other way as from somewhere I heard my 
voice screaming with joy and delight, begging my 
wonderful lovers to do anything to me they wanted just 
so long as they kept me in Paradise for ever. 

As my climaxes burst over me again and again, the two 
men seized control of the rhythm: now they were 
pulling out of me in unison before thudding heavily 
back together into my cunt and arse. I was just the 
casual instrument of their shared lust, tossed from 
side to side by their increasingly violent thrusts as 
I begged them to fuck me harder and harder, to treat 
me ever more brutally. 

At last the moment came when, grunting with passion 
and holding me between them until I thought my ribs 
must break, they thumped their cocks furiously into me 
and held them there. After a pause that seemed to last 
for ever - if only it had! - they pulled half-way out 
for the last time, slammed back into me and came 
copiously together, their creamy cum finding its way 
gradually out of my holes past the giant erections 
stuffing them to mingle with my own nectar between my 
thighs. I raised my upper body on my arms, pulled back 
my head, and with tears streaming down my face 
proclaimed my blissful fulfilment to the coolly 
watching eye of the camera. 


CHAPTER XV

Under Contract

Of course I signed the contract. It was for two years 
and committed me to make twelve 30-minute fuck videos 
and to undertake any other duties including training 
courses, publicity work, attendance at social events 
and so on which the company might require. Ken made a 
few enquiries among his professional friends and said 
he thought the terms were reasonable. But he warned me 
the commitment to make twelve videos was something 
used by sex-film studios to keep control over an 
actress who perhaps went on to become something else: 
a "straight" actress or TV personality for example. If 
she had not completed her commitment, the studio could 
insist that she returned later to do so, and a fuck 
video made by a girl who was then well-known to the 
public in a more respectable business would of course 
be very marketable. But I said I simply couldn't 
imagine myself ever wanting to give up public fucking 
in order to read the weather forecast or introduce 
game shows. 

I had left the studio that afternoon dressed again in 
the blue-and-white outfit I had worn to my 
screen-test, and bearing a shiny carrier bag marked 
discreetly with the Marucho logo and containing a 
neatly wrapped tape of my test, to which the editing 
department had added the recording Mr Otani, Mr Nagao 
and I had made in the garden. Also in the bag were the 
dress and the transparent shoes I had worn for the 
test, which Matsumoto-san had insisted I borrow. I 
could hardly believe what an exciting eighteenth 
birthday it had been. Never had I been so 
comprehensively and expertly fucked; I had given my 
anal virginity to the most wonderful man I had ever 
met; I had made my first professionally directed fuck 
video; and I had been offered the one job I most 
wanted in all the world! It hardly seemed possible 
that normal life was going on all around me as I 
walked, just another girl disregarded by everyone, 
back to Shibuya Station. 

Once there I telephoned the department store in 
Ikebukuro where my mother was temporarily employed. 
She was not supposed to receive personal calls, of 
course, but a sympathetic assistant in the houseware 
department promised to pass a message when she 
realised how important it was, and congratulated me on 
my success in being accepted in my job application. 
Then I phoned Ken and told him we had a very special 
video to watch together that evening, and that I hoped 
it would give him lots of ideas! Matsumoto-san would 
insist on a detailed account of our activities when I 
next saw her. 

There was no one around when I arrived at the door of 
his apartment, so in the corridor I changed swiftly 
into my costume. After some thought I decided to wear 
the little matching panties - he would enjoy taking 
them off for me, or if he preferred I would enjoy 
taking them off while he watched. Then I knocked 
tentatively at the door. 

"Is this Mr Kobayashi's apartment?" I asked in a timid 
little-girl voice when he opened it. "I've come on 
behalf of Megumi Kato. She cannot come this evening, 
but she asked me to bring you the tape she promised 
you ..." 

We spent a very satisfying evening together, 
pretending we had never met before. I reacted with a 
shy little squeal to Ken's attempts to seduce me, 
before giving in and acting the part of an innocent 
fourteen-year-old virgin eager to be taught to play 
this wonderful new game called sex. Then we watched 
Megumi's video together, Ken offering professional 
criticism of her moves, and showing me in detail how 
to do what she did. I felt somehow that putting myself 
into the position of a pupil keen to learn from him 
was the best way of holding together a relationship 
which was bound to come under strain as I embarked on 
a professional career before he had even finished his 
education. I was not sure how long I wanted the 
relationship to last, but I certainly did not want it 
to end on that day of all happy days. 


[Next in Part 21: Chapter XV continued]

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