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]

