ALL I EVER WANTED 11

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED
BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST

CHAPTER XI

Back to Work

The phone rang. My fingers reluctantly stopped playing 
with the soft golden hair decorating Sammy's pussy, 
and I reached for the bedside extension. Mr Niijima, 
Marucho's Business Manager, always gave the impression 
of knowing exactly what I had been doing before 
picking up the phone, and of disapproving of it. 

Nonetheless I would normally have been delighted at 
his news. I was wanted for work that evening at a 
party. The host was someone we girls knew as 
Roido-san, but his real name was Lloyd and he was a 
rich American businessman. He often gave sex parties 
at his big house to entertain his guests and his 
foreign visitors, usually inviting a mix of people: 
most with plenty of experience of such parties but 
also some innocent newcomers who were there to be 
introduced to the pleasures of party sex. Along with 
hiring the caterers and barmen he usually arranged for 
a few girls from Marucho and other studios and 
agencies to be there. He especially liked to have 
Marucho girls to help at his events because he had met 
his wife Kazuko when she was one of our actresses, and 
anyway it was in our contracts that we had to perform 
at sex parties as required by the studio. We were 
there to set an example to the others, getting the 
party off to a good start by stripping naked and 
joyfully offering ourselves to anyone who wanted us. 
The guests who had been there before were eagerly 
waiting for that moment; and it was lovely to see how 
quickly even the innocent and inexperienced girls 
overcame their shyness and joined in the nudity and 
fucking with enthusiasm.[6] 

Of course when Mr Niijima told me I was wanted, I 
asked if Sammy could go too. 

"Certainly not," he said. "I am surprised that you 
should suggest such a thing. The client has 
specifically asked for certain girls, as he is 
entitled to do, and it is not our business to make 
other suggestions." 

"But Mr and Mrs Lloyd are always so kind, and if I ask 
them personally ..." 

"You are to do no such thing, Kato-kun. I cannot risk 
having an important client upset like that. In any 
case Miss West is not under contract to Marucho so her 
involvement would be entirely inappropriate." 

With that he told me the time and place of the party 
and hung up. 

I adore sex parties, whether I am there to work or to 
enjoy myself as a guest - not that there is much 
difference! I can never get enough of showing myself 
off nude in public, of course, but there is something 
special about doing it at a party, with no stage or 
curtain to separate me from my audience. Being 
shamelessly naked among people who are still fully 
dressed - happily and apparently spontaneously 
displaying my nudity to them all - gives me a simply 
heavenly feeling. It is wonderful to have no idea what 
is going to be done to me by whom, just to be certain 
that whatever it is I will love every moment of it. At 
times like that I silently thank the Gods that I was 
made to be a girl, with a body men find attractive and 
with an insatiable desire to be fucked. Sex is so 
wonderful: it is the only appetite that never stops 
growing. When you eat and drink, you don't really want 
any more till you are hungry and thirsty again. But 
the more sex I have, the more I want; and the more I 
want, the more I seem to get. I do not know why the 
Gods have been so good to me, but I try to thank them 
by making as much use of their gift as I can. 

But just for once I wasn't in the mood for a party - 
at least, not for going to one on my own. It would 
have been so nice to go with Sammy, and I knew it was 
only Mr Niijima's meanness not to let me take her. If 
I asked Kazuko Lloyd, she was sure to say there was 
plenty of room for another girl, especially one as 
fresh and sexy as Sammy. I told her what had happened 
and suggested that I should ignore Mr Niijima and take 
her with me. 

"Oh, no, Megumi, you must do what he says!" she 
exclaimed. "I don't want you to get into trouble. You 
go and have a lovely time, and I'll look after 
myself." 

"But it won't be any fun without you." 

"Oh, yes it will. You'll have lots of fun. And I'll 
have a nice evening too, you wait and see." 

"Sure?" 

"Yes, sure." She kissed me. "Now, you were just about 
to do something specially nice to me when that phone 
rang." 

"How did you know?" 

"You had that thoughtful look on your face which 
always means you're planning something really sexy." 

Later I put some clothes on and walked over to the 
studio to talk to Matsumoto-san in the costume 
department about what I should wear. I love to arrive 
at a party in a pretty sexy dress, even - or 
especially! - when I am not expecting to wear it for 
long. My dear friend had lots of nice things for me to 
try on, but somehow nothing satisfied me. I suppose I 
was still upset about Sammy, and it prevented me from 
looking forward to the party as I normally would. 

At last I decided to do something original, and wear 
clothes I wouldn't need to take off. Matsumoto-san 
found me an outfit all in shiny black material: 
skin-tight thigh-boots with the highest possible 
stiletto heels, and matching long gloves. A collar in 
the same glistening material fitted snugly round my 
neck. Then I added a delightful black bondage corset. 
It left my breasts and arse uncovered and was fastened 
across the front by a series of straps and buckles. 
The costume was of course an old-fashioned cliche of 
sexiness, and I suppose the fantasy I had been 
relating to Sammy when the phone rang influenced my 
choice, but dressed like that a girl can drive men 
wild with lust - men are often very conventional in 
the things that arouse them sexually! I hesitated for 
a while about adding a little black g-string to take 
off, but then decided it would be more fun to offer 
myself to Roido-san's guests completely ready for 
action. 

When the time came, Sammy helped me into my outfit, 
lightly powdering my arms and legs so that they could 
slide smoothly into their shiny, black second skin. We 
did up the corset as best we could, and as I looked at 
myself critically in the bedroom mirror I was pleased 
with the way my tightly squeezed waist seemed to 
emphasise the firm curves of my breasts and bottom. 
Soon I would be begging my lovers to tighten the bonds 
further, giving me that heavenly feeling of 
breathlessness and helplessness which so enhances a 
girl's sexual pleasure. 

"Are you sure you'll be all right, Sammy?" I asked 
anxiously. 

"Of course! I'm going out on my own tonight." 

"Well, have a lovely time." 

"You too." 

We kissed, I slipped a short coat over my costume and 
walked up to the main road at the top of our little 
street in search of a taxi. 

I was deliberately planning to arrive a little late at 
the party, so that I could time my entrance just as 
the first girls were showing themselves naked and 
ready for the first fuck of the evening. Roido-san 
came over to me looking a bit annoyed at my lateness 
when he saw me arrive, but realised what I was 
planning when I took off my coat in the entrance-hall. 

"That's nice, Megumi!" he said. "Wait here a moment 
and I'll tell you when to make your entrance." 

In the big room I could see girls stripping under the 
spots directed onto them by the lighting technicians. 
The men were cheering and applauding. Many of the 
other girls - the "real" guests, if you see what I 
mean - were beginning to undress too, eager to join 
the fun they knew was coming; while others looked 
startled at first, their sexuality then stirring and 
their desire prickling them as they at last took in 
what kind of party they had been invited to. Once a 
girl was naked she did not have to wait long to be 
claimed, and the first-time guests too began to form 
couples - embracing, swaying together to the music, 
hands and mouths exploring each other's bodies. 
Roido-san gestured to me to join in, and I stood for a 
few moments displaying myself with mock innocence 
under the lights before happily allowing him to claim 
the host's privilege as the first to take me. 

An hour or so later I found myself on my hands and 
knees, enjoying that sublime feeling of perfect 
fullness which comes to a girl whose arse-hole is 
tightly plugged by the biggest erection she can take. 
My lover of the moment was very big indeed and it had 
taken me a while to draw his full, thick length fully 
into me. Now it was there, and felt so _right_, as if 
that was where it belonged for ever - a girl who has 
not been arse-fucked (like Sammy, I suddenly 
remembered, but we were going to put that right) is 
missing one of the most beautiful experiences sex has 
to offer. My lover was considerate and took his time, 
sending me into ecstasies of pleasure as he rocked 
gently within the tightly stretched glove of my anal 
passage, his hands gripping my now cruelly 
constricting corset, torturing me exquisitely as he 
squeezed my tiny waist even further. He was happy to 
share me, too: as I knelt, nailed helplessly into 
place by his cock, three men in succession had offered 
their erections to my face and rewarded the work of my 
lips and tongue by filling my mouth with delicious 
spurts of cum. I was beginning to signal anxiously to 
a fourth man when I suddenly felt my lover begin to 
move more rapidly within my arse. He could postpone 
his orgasm no longer and the increased friction in my 
delicate passage soon began to heighten my pleasure. 
At last I experienced, as I knew I would, a heavenly 
extra tightness as his cum forced its way along his 
firmly embedded cock and shot hotly up into me. We 
came beautifully together, whimpering with pleasure as 
those watching applauded our performance. 

At last he left me, and with creamy white cum 
dribbling from my anus and splashed on my face and 
breasts I retreated for a while to the ladies' room. I 
relaxed the cruel bonds of my corset a little - it 
would be so nice to feel them tightened again later 
with all a man's strength - and peeled off my gloves. 
I cleaned myself and attended to my hair and make-up. 
Now I was ready to start all over again. My skin was 
still a little damp and I had quite a struggle getting 
the gloves on, but at last I was satisfied with their 
smooth, skin-tight fit. 

On my way back to the party I stopped briefly at the 
bar for a glass of sparkling water to wash down the 
cum which was beginning to clog my throat. There was 
another girl at the bar, and when the barman had 
handed me my glass I looked her over. She seemed very 
young, and did not look as happy as a girl at a sex 
party should do. She was perched on a stool with her 
back to the bar, intently watching the happy couples 
and threesomes embracing and screwing in front of her. 
Her short yellow dress had probably never been 
intended to cover her bottom fully in any case, but in 
her position on the bar-stool the hem offered a full 
view of the little crimson g-string nestling between 
her legs. Her hair was twisted into two bunches, tied 
with matching crimson ribbons. There was a glass on 
the bar beside her. I reached over and smelt the 
contents. 

"You shouldn't be drinking whisky," I said; then, 
turning to the barman, "give her a diet Coke." 

She looked at me. There were marks of tears on her 
cheeks. 

"I don't like it, really," she said, "but I thought it 
might make me feel happier." 

I paused for a moment, deciding which possible cause 
of unhappiness to investigate first. 

"How old are you?” I asked. 

"Seventeen." 

Well, perhaps. More like sixteen at most, I thought. 
At nearly nineteen I felt a whole generation older. 

"What's your name?" 

"Emi. Well, Emiko, but everyone calls me Emi." 

"Still a virgin?" 

"N-no, not really." 

I couldn't help smiling. Hesitantly, she smiled back, 
her hands clutching her Coke glass. 

"And how do you come to be not really a virgin?" 

"Well, I went with a boy a few times. I didn't much 
enjoy what he did to me, but at least I had a 
boyfriend. Until he decided he didn't like me any 
more." 

She sniffed, and her eyes began to fill with tears. 
She sounded very like myself at sixteen. 

"So you came here to see if you would enjoy it better 
with someone else?" 

I indicated the clothes she was wearing, obviously 
chosen with such high hopes of attracting a lover. 

"Yes. Some of my schoolf - some of my friends were 
coming tonight, and brought me. They lent me things to 
wear ... I've never had a pretty dress like this 
before ... they said I would enjoy myself." 

"And are you enjoying yourself?" 

"No." She put down her glass and looked at me again. 
"But _you_ were having such a lovely time. I saw you." 

She seemed almost indignant at the unfairness of life. 
She hesitated a moment, then plunged into a question 
which she obviously could not hold back any longer. 

"Was it really nice, what that man did to you - to 
your ... to your bottom?" 

"Heavenly," I said firmly. "One of the loveliest 
things in the world. One day, Emi-san, you'll find 
out." 

She gasped and blushed furiously. 

"Do you really think I will?" 

"Of course. Stand up and let me take a proper look at 
you," I ordered. 

She slithered down off her bar-stool, then, realising 
that her skirt was now round her waist, hastily pulled 
it down over the upper curves of her bottom. 

"Don't do that," I said, "or at least not so 
obviously. Arms above your head. Now lower them 
slowly. Put your hands on your hips and smooth your 
skirt gradually. Don't yank at the hem like you did 
before." 

She gazed at me with fascination as she carried out my 
instructions. I could already see what was wrong. The 
yellow dress was doing her no good at all. The tiny 
skirt, and the little cut-out windows higher up - not 
revealing her breasts, but showing that she could be 
wearing no bra - were pretty ideas but the garment was 
badly made: baggy and lumpy where it needed to be 
skin-tight, and stretched between the seams where it 
fitted closely. 

"Let me see you walk." 

She took a few steps away from me, then returned. That 
was all right. Someone had shown her how to walk in 
high-heels; or else, as some girls do, she knew 
instinctively how to make the most of them. Her legs 
were still a little plump but the shape was good, and 
the tall heels stretched her calves and thighs taut, 
firming the flesh nicely. 

"Now take your dress off for me," I said when she was 
facing me again. 

Her eyes and mouth opened wide, and her hands 
instinctively flew to shield her breasts. 

"Haven't you been longing all evening for someone to 
ask you to do that?" 

"Yes, of course," she said, almost soundlessly. 

She reached round and tugged the zip fastener down her 
back as far as she could manage, then pulled her dress 
down her body and stepped out of it in a flurry of 
pink elbows and knees. She stood hugging it against 
her. 

"Oh, Emi-san!" I said, "you have so much to learn! 
Never mind," I added hurriedly as her eyes brimmed 
with tears, "I'll teach you. Now, listen carefully. My 
name is Megumi Kato." It was obvious she had never 
heard of me: pornographic videos had not yet become 
part of her sex-life. "If you ask Roido-san, he will 
tell you where I work and give you my phone number." 
It would be a good test of whether she really wanted 
to learn: if she did, she would overcome the 
embarrassment of asking. "Next time you are invited to 
a party like this, call me, and we'll have a session 
together first. I can lend you lovely clothes and show 
you how to wear them - and how to take them off." 

She gazed at me intently, her lips repeating "Megumi 
Kato" so as not to forget. 

"Put your dress on and let's see you try again. Here, 
let me help you. Now, stand up straight and undo the 
zip slowly. That's right. Lips a bit apart, a little 
smile - imagine I'm your lover, the one man - or girl 
- in all the world you most want to please. Now pull 
the front of the dress gently forward over your 
shoulders with the fingers of both hands, and let it 
fall naturally." 

She had beautifully firm young breasts, quite large 
for a Japanese girl and, I guessed, still growing. It 
was a terrible shame she had been so disappointed at 
this party. It could have been a great experience for 
her. Perhaps it still could be. 

"Smile. You're enjoying this, showing yourself off. 
Put your hands on your hips, and slowly ease the dress 
over them. Keep your legs together but move your hips 
and knees just slightly in time to the music. Now 
you're a stripper in a bar, making the audience wait 
for it. That's right. When it starts to fall, let it 
go. Good. Now step out of it, a big step to one side, 
and let them enjoy looking at you. After all, you're 
nearly naked now and that's what you love most, isn't 
it, showing yourself off? Now pick the dress up - keep 
your legs together and bend from the knees. Let the 
dress dangle from one hand for a moment, then toss it 
to one side - you know, as if you never want to see it 
again." 

It was a remarkably good performance for a beginner, 
and I told her so. I guessed that, sitting lonely at 
the bar, she had been watching carefully how the other 
girls stripped, hoping not to seem inexperienced when 
at last she attracted lovers and her turn came to show 
off her nakedness. I suddenly realised that two men 
had been watching Emi's performance and were now 
standing close behind her. I didn't want her to notice 
them yet and held her gaze, willing the men to leave 
her alone for just a little longer. I stepped forward 
and took her firm young breasts in my hands, tweaking 
the nipples erect with my gloved fingers. 

"Always make sure your nipples are erect when you show 
off your breasts," I told her. "Actually you only have 
to think about sex for a moment and they'll erect 
themselves, but you want them to be really hard and 
pointed. They look very pretty like that, and it shows 
your lovers how aroused you are." 

I held her with both hands on her waist for a moment. 
She was breathing heavily now, and I could feel how 
fast her heart was beating. I risked a slight gesture 
to the men behind her, begging for a few moments' more 
patience. One was naked while the other wore a 
towelling robe open down the front. Both were 
splendidly erect. Lucky Emi: I hoped she would be able 
to manage. Just a few more lessons and she would be 
ready for them. 

"Undo your hair," I said. 

She pulled the crimson bows apart and untwisted the 
bunches of hair, running her fingers through them. Her 
hair was quite long when left to itself. 

"Toss it back over your shoulders - don't let it cover 
your breasts. They're too pretty to hide. Now, put one 
hand on your bottom and stroke yourself gently. Put 
your head on one side and let your cheek rest on your 
shoulder. Fiddle with your hair with your other hand, 
then caress your breasts. You know what you're doing, 
don't you? You're sending out messages which say, 'I 
want to be touched'." 

"Oh, but I _do_!" said Emi softly. "So much! I'm sort 
of shivering all over." 

Almost ready, Emi dear, I thought. It's time you saw 
what's waiting for you. 

"Turn round slowly," I said. 

She gasped as she saw the two men smiling at her, 
ready to take her. Shyly, she lowered her gaze; then 
her eyes widened, fascinated by their erections. She 
raised her head again, and - as if it was the most 
natural thing in the world - began to sketch out the 
"I want to be touched" messages I had taught her. I 
stepped forward and took up position behind her left 
shoulder. 

"Just one more thing, Emi-san," I murmured. "Take off 
your g-string. You don't need it any more. It's time 
for you to be completely naked. Something inside you 
is telling you that - isn't it?" 

She looked at me, startled, then faced the men again. 
I went on murmuring to her, tempting her to do what I 
knew she so much longed to do. 

"Wouldn't you like to be nude? Really nude, for them? 
Let them see how beautiful you are when you're 
absolutely naked? They will do such lovely things to 
you! Show them what a sexy little girl you are. Do it 
for them. And for all the other lovers you'll have 
tonight. Be nude for them, completely nude. You know 
how much you're longing to." 

Her eyes were closed, and she was letting out little 
groans of desire. I could tell she was desperate to 
display herself fully, to surrender entirely to the 
new life waiting for her, but some instinct was 
telling her to hold back a little longer while she 
still could. Soon her desire would take over 
completely and she would be helpless to resist. 

"Show them your cunt," I whispered. "Every man in the 
room is dying to see you naked. You can be the girl 
they all want to have. The girl you want to be. A sexy 
nude girl shamelessly displaying herself, offering 
herself, giving herself. Like all the other girls are 
doing, but _you_ will be the nudest, the sexiest, the 
most desired. You've been dreaming of that all 
evening, haven’t you?" 

She was panting with excitement now, overwhelmed by 
the need to take the step from immature schoolgirl to 
sexually active young woman: to display her nudity for 
all - including herself - to enjoy, to cast aside for 
ever the little g-string, her final minute scrap of 
unwanted modesty. Somehow she knew what to do: holding 
the tiny crimson triangle in place, first with one 
hand and then with the other, she slowly pulled apart 
the little bows on her hips. Then it was gone, tossed 
away to join her dress for ever. 

"Very good, Emi-san! Isn't it lovely to be nude? 
_Totally_ nude? Don't you long to be nude always, 
naked, shameless, wherever there is an audience to 
enjoy looking at you?" 

I could just hear her whisper "Yes, oh _yes_!" 

"Now stroke your pussy for me. For them." 

Her hand fluttered down the smooth skin of her stomach 
and her fingertips disappeared among her crisp black 
curls. 

"Is it wet?" I asked. "Is your pussy dripping with 
love-juice?" 

She threw me a happy smile over her shoulder and, 
blushing prettily, nodded. I couldn't resist gently 
stroking the smooth curve of her bottom. Her eager 
flesh quivered with excitement. 

"You're ready now," I whispered. "It's all waiting for 
you. It's yours! It's what you are made for. Go and 
take it. Enjoy it - all of it." 

Impulsively she stretched out her hands to the men. I 
felt a twinge of jealousy at the pleasure they would 
have in teaching her all the things she was so longing 
to learn. 

"Oh, _please_ take me!" she begged. "Show me what to 
do. I've never done it before, but I want to do 
_everything_. Please teach me!" 

Gently they drew the excited girl into the happy 
crowd, lovely in her new-found nakedness. I watched 
her go, and as she was lost to my sight, reminded 
myself that I was there to work. There were men 
waiting for me, and I was soon busy again. Some time 
later I spotted Emi again, with a different lover from 
either of the two she had begun with, bending forward 
and squealing with pleasure as, standing, he took her 
cunt from behind. 


FOOTNOTE

[6] If you have read my earlier volume of 
autobiography, _We Always Do It For Real_, then of 
course you already know about Roido-san and Kazuko. 
They gave the party I took Bob Williams to, that first 
weekend when we had just met; and they invited me to a 
discreet dinner-party where I had a delightful time 
looking after an Australian businessman. Sorry to 
repeat all this, but perhaps I have some new readers! 


[Next in Part 12: Chapter XII: Homecoming]


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