We_Always_Do_It_For_Real.06

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 06

[CHAPTER IV CONTINUED]

Still, that was getting us nowhere at present, and I 
quickly twisted round, kneeling on the carpet at his 
feet and reaching for his cock. I stuffed it into my 
mouth and began to suck it hard, providing the 
lubrication for what I hoped was about to happen. For 
a while he resisted me, afraid perhaps that I would 
make him come in my mouth and oblige him to postpone 
the conquest of my arsehole. But I was able with 
squeezes of my fingers to prevent him spurting into my 
throat. He groaned in a mixture of frustration and 
relief. I decided he was now well enough lubricated 
with my saliva. 

"Come in my arse, darling," I said. "Please. I want it 
so much. But be gentle with me." 

I turned, and without rising from my knees positioned 
myself over a square, padded stool which stood beside 
the sofa, spreading my legs wide, the skirt and 
petticoats riding way up my waist, abandoning any 
pretence of hiding what I so much wanted him to enjoy. 
I felt his hands stroke my buttocks delicately, and at 
last the wet cock began to enter into its kingdom. In 
my new position I was able to relax and allow at least 
the head to enter. Then the inevitable muscular spasm 
came and I involuntarily gripped it when it was only a 
little way in. 

"What's this all about, then?" I heard him ask gently. 

"Please be patient with me, darling," I said into the 
fabric of the stool, "I'm not very experienced at 
this. Please give me time." 

"All the time you like," he said, "I wouldn't miss any 
of this for anything." 

Gradually I persuaded my hesitant arse muscles to 
relax. As I did so the cock advanced into me, 
carefully, millimetre by millimetre, gently - but not 
gently enough. 

"Am I hurting you?" 

"Oh, yes - _yes_ ..." 

Oh dear Gods, darling, be gentle, you're hurting me, 
no don't stop, please hurt me more, it's wonderful, oh 
deeper, deeper, please deeper, oh my Gods, the pain, 
the happiness, oh it doesn't hurt really - the warmth 
when it stops - you my God, I love you, never let it 
stop, oh, deeper deeper - 

I felt the tickle of his hair against my arse and knew 
he was nearly there. Another push. I can never take 
it. Yes I can. I must take it. I want to. Oh, I beg 
you. Ah, the tightness of you lying there deep, deep, 
fully inside me where you belong. Don't move. My 
muscles grip you tight. You can't move. I forbid it. 
Just be. 

Please don't pull out! Ah, you are back again. Just 
gently out and in, out and in. Please stay in. But if 
it is your pleasure to bugger me like that, oh I beg 
you, do it - harder harder - quicker quicker - oh dear 
Gods, hurt me more - oh, please please hurt me more, 
more - oh it's so wonderful - deeper deeper - don't 
stop - oh please, please stay right inside me now - 

My tight glove around you, holding you, my prisoner. 
Oh yes, put your hands round my tiny tortured waist, I 
your prisoner, squeeze me, hurt me, torment me, break 
me in half if you wish with your hands, tear me apart 
with your wonderful cock - oh the loveliness of it all 
- oh the wonderful marvellous pain - let this last for 
ever - You are deep inside me now. Through my pain and 
my joy I control you, you may not leave me if I do not 
wish it. Oh the tightness, your cruel fierce cock 
splitting me in two - I feel the hot sperm trying to 
squeeze its way up your cock through my tight, loving 
glove - yes, come darling, come, the bolts of golden 
heat bursting into my innermost me - oh, oh - 

At last I felt him move.

"Please don't leave me." 

So he continued to hold me by my waist and thighs till 
at last his cock shrank and slipped out of my hole of 
its own accord. We still stayed as we were until I 
twisted round on the stool and put my gloved arms 
round his neck. In a shaky voice I said, 

"That completes the tour of our premises. I hope you 
have enjoyed it and found it useful. If you have any 
questions I shall do my best to answer them. It has 
been a pleasure to have you here. If there is any part 
of the establishment you wish to revisit, I shall be 
delighted to arrange it for you."


CHAPTER V

Breakfast for Two

Warm and contented from having been so comprehensively 
fucked, I slept like a baby, until during the night 
the unfamiliar bed woke me. I felt Bob delicately as 
he lay beside me, fast asleep in the dark. 

I was delighted to find that, like me, he preferred to 
sleep naked. Whatever, or whomever, he was dreaming 
about had given him a huge erection. Gently I stroked 
his cock and balls with my fingertips, not enough to 
wake him but enough, I hoped, to change the story-line 
of his dream into something which might include a part 
for me. Then I fell asleep again and dreamt I was one 
of the attractions in a sex club, nude except for high 
heels and long gloves, squealing with pleasure as I 
was passed from customer to customer. 

Bob was still asleep when I woke, even though it was 
quite late. Investigation showed that his cock was at 
half-mast. I stroked it, and tickled his balls, until 
things were satisfactory again. He began to mutter and 
wake up. 

"I'm the girl you have been dreaming about," I 
whispered in his ear, "this is still a dream. Go back 
to sleep and let your dream girl look after you." 

He quickly got the idea, closed his eyes and let me 
take over. I sucked and licked him almost to orgasm 
time after time, always frustrating his urge to come 
by a quick squeeze at the root of his shaft. Finally 
he could stand it no longer, and took control of his 
dream by suddenly seizing my head in his hands and 
roughly forcing my face onto his cock. Great spurts of 
salty cum burst into my mouth and throat. I swallowed 
them joyfully, and eagerly sucked him dry, licking the 
last drops from the head of his cock. I don't know any 
better way of starting the day.[3] At last he relaxed 
and dozed off again. I slipped out of bed, went to the 
bathroom and showered. 

I was still excited by my dream of attentive customers 
endlessly pleasuring me as I offered myself in a sex 
club. I slipped on the black high heels I had worn for 
yesterday's last glorious fuck, and picked up the long 
black sleeves from where I had dropped them. Lots of 
girls _think_ they know how to decorate their bodies 
so as to stimulate a man, but they should watch the 
kind of sex videos I make and learn properly. After 
all, a man has just one thing a girl really needs; and 
that only works occasionally. So every girl owes it to 
herself to learn how to bring her lovers as quickly as 
possible to a state of rampant desire for her. There's 
nothing demeaning about showing yourself off sexily as 
I was doing. It's just a matter of applying practical 
knowledge of both male psychology and hydraulics. 

When I was satisfied with the sleeves' smooth fit, I 
went downstairs to see what the new day had to offer. 
It had already got off to the best possible start, and 
my tongue was still greedily recalling the taste and 
feel of Bob's lusty dawn salute. I drew the big 
curtains in the main room: it was a fresh, sunny 
spring day outside with only a light breeze blowing as 
I enjoyed the view down the hill of Akasaka. On one 
side the big picture windows opened onto a little 
balcony, just enough to hold a small table and two 
chairs at one end, and a padded lounger at the other. 
I unlocked the catch on the windows, slid them open 
and stepped out. The morning air was enticingly cool 
on my naked body. I stood with my high-heeled legs 
slightly apart, and let the breeze play agreeably with 
my cunt. It stimulated me to know that I was wantonly 
displaying myself to any neighbour who might be 
watching. Was I destroying Bob's reputation or 
enhancing it? I suddenly wanted to give my audience - 
if there was one - the extra thrill of seeing me 
strip. I had only my sleeves to take off, but I made 
the most of them. Once I had tossed them aside I 
stroked my bottom with one hand and let the fingers of 
the other masturbate my pussy for a minute or two, 
turning slowly so that anyone watching could get a 
proper view of me. It felt nice. Then I went to see 
what there was in the kitchen. 

It was quite clean and tidy for a bachelor's 
apartment. Perhaps he had a cleaning woman who came to 
keep things in order for him. I wondered briefly if 
this morning was one of her times, if she had her own 
key, and if so what she would think about finding an 
unexplained naked girl in the apartment. Then I 
decided that she was probably used to it. I started 
making coffee and toast, and laid the table for two on 
the little balcony. 

I put my sleeves on again, fluffed up my pussy hair 
and tweaked my nipples to make sure they were fully 
erect;[4] then went back upstairs and stood by the 
bed. 

"What would you like for breakfast, sir?" I enquired 
formally. 

He woke, threw back the covers and looked at me. 

"Come here and I'll show you what I'd like." 

"You've already had that - or have you forgotten?" I 
replied. "Breakfast is in five minutes, and I'm 
leaving you now or the toast will burn." 

I felt his eyes on my naked bottom, wriggling 
provocatively from the discreetly uneven high heels, 
as I marched firmly out of the bedroom. 

He joined me quickly enough, wearing only his _yukata_ 
and squeezing as close to me as the furniture and 
limited space on the tiny balcony would allow. I was 
still contentedly offering my nakedness to the warm 
sunlight, and to any prying eyes there might be. 

"Give me some of that," I said as he coated a slice of 
toast thickly with liquid honey. 

He leant across and offered the toast to my mouth. As 
I bit into it a stream of honey dripped onto my 
breast. 

"Clumsy! Look what you've done!" I said with mock 
anger though rather stickily with my mouth full of 
toast and honey. "You clean that up, every bit!" 

He put down his toast and reached across to hold me as 
he made an extremely thorough and lengthy job of 
licking my breasts clean. Then things got a bit 
confused. Somehow the long cushion of the lounger was 
pulled onto the remaining space on the balcony floor 
and I found myself tipped off my chair on to it, Bob 
shedding his _yukata_ as he came with me. Our bodies 
were glued together in a sweet and sticky mess. I 
struggled and giggled as he poured honey from the jar 
over my breasts, stomach and thighs, pushing it as far 
as he could into my cunt and arse, and eagerly licking 
it out again mixed with my own thick nectar. I grabbed 
the jar from him and made sure his balls and cock got 
their fair share. Only when there was none left did we 
get ourselves into an untidy 69 position, climaxing 
greedily with sticky lips and wishing, speaking for 
myself, that we could be glued together like that for 
ever. 

At last we pulled apart, not without some pain from 
tightly stuck skin and matted pubic hair. He found an 
untouched pool of honey in my navel and licked it out, 
while I giggled helplessly from ticklishness. When he 
had finished and let me go, we went back to the 
shower, and this time I let him join me. We took 
plenty of time over it, washing each other's bodies 
with long, lingering strokings till no trace of honey 
remained. 

"I'm sure there's still a little honey left, deep 
inside me," I said as we stood at last on the bedroom 
carpet, drying ourselves and each other. 

Bob dropped his towel and reached out for me. 

"Don't worry," he said. "I have a special piece of 
equipment. It is exactly designed for finding honey in 
girls' cunts and removing it." 

"You've had a lot of experience in doing that, have 
you?" 

"Well, you know ... I keep meeting these girls who 
need their cunts cleaned out ... how can I refuse? 
Now, if you'd just lie down on the bed, I'll attend to 
you at once." 

"Leave it till later," I said as I escaped and fled to 
the dressing-table. 

"What shall we do the rest of the day?" I continued 
once I was safe. 

"Why don't I start by fucking your arse again?" he 
suggested. "I think you need more practice, don't you? 
After that I'm sure we can think of lots of other nice 
things to do to each other." 

I wriggled my bottom pleasurably on the stool. There 
was still a wonderfully warm feeling stretching quite 
a long way inside me. Then I suddenly remembered 
something. 

"Would you like to go to a party with me tonight? A 
rather special party?" 

Perhaps you remember that I mentioned earlier that one 
of my duties at Marucho was to attend private 
parties - parties that were, as I had said to Bob, 
"rather special". This one was being given by a man we 
all called Roido-san, because that was the nearest we 
could get to his real name, which was Lloyd. He was a 
rich foreign businessman with a big house and garden, 
and he was married to - or lived with, I can't 
remember which - a girl called Kazuko. She had once 
been a star performer in Marucho's fuck videos, and 
still sometimes accepted small parts when she was 
bored with her husband and needed variety. Mr Lloyd 
liked to give big parties in his grand house, 
especially when he had important foreign visitors to 
entertain, and one of the side activities of companies 
like Marucho is to provide suitable girls, when they 
are not needed for other duties, to help make parties 
like that go with a swing. We girls would pretend to 
be invited guests like everyone else, but soon enough 
we would start taking our clothes off and offering to 
screw anyone who wanted us. We made it seem we were 
doing it entirely spontaneously under the influence of 
the music and the sexy atmosphere. It was always 
lovely to see how quickly the other girls there - real 
guests who had no idea it was planned - got the point 
too and joined in the nudity and the fucking, and 
everyone at the party started to have a really good 
time. 


FOOTNOTES

[3} Well, _then_ I didn't; but if you continue to read 
my amateurish autobiography, you will learn in the 
second volume how I came to learn of something even 
better. 

[4] I'm sorry to go on about it, but it's little 
professional touches like these that make all the 
difference. Men like to see pussy hair neatly trimmed 
and arranged. Erect nipples are a sign that a girl is 
sexually aroused, and that of course arouses her 
lover. 


[Next in Part 07: Chapter V concluded and Chapter VI: 
What Happened at Roido-san's Party] 

