ALL I EVER WANTED 10

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

CHAPTER X

Starting a New Life Together

It was late when Sammy finished her story and I fell 
asleep; and late in the morning when I woke up. I 
slipped quietly out of my bed so as not to wake her, 
and took a long shower. I felt strangely dissatisfied. 
Sammy had been right: for all the mild pleasure we 
could give each other in bed, what I needed was a man. 
A real man to fuck me ... and then whip me ... yes, 
that would be lovely just now, a proper whipping to 
give me orgasm after orgasm. For a moment I thought of 
screwing on my nipple-clamps to give myself at least 
some sensation; but then I had a better idea. 

I went back into my bedroom and opened the curtains. 
Sammy was beginning to stir. From the big drawer where 
I kept my whips and other equipment I chose a simple 
cat-o'-nine-tails with soft leather lashes. 

"Good morning, Sammy," I said as she sat up. "When 
you're good and ready, would you like to do me a 
favour?" 

She was out of bed in a moment, came over to where I 
was standing and kissed me. Her naked body looked more 
delightful than ever bathed in the morning sunshine, 
her golden pussy sparkling in the light. Gods, I 
thought: if I don't have a man soon I'll turn into ... 

"What do you want me to do?" 

"I'm just going to stand over here by the window," I 
explained, "and I'd like you to take this cat -" I put 
it in her hand and closed her fingers round the short 
handle "- and just give me a few hard strokes round my 
bottom and thighs." 

She looked at me with astonishment. "You really want 
me to hit you with this? But it's terrible! It will 
hurt you dreadfully!" 

"Yes, of course it will, darling Sammy," I said 
impatiently, "that's the idea. We talked about it last 
night - don't you remember? It feels lovely, and = 
believe me - it's a really beautiful way to start the 
day." 

I turned my back on her and took up my usual position 
for unrestrained whipping: feet apart to allow the 
lashes free access to the insides of my thighs, hands 
behind my neck to push my breasts forward and keep my 
arms out of the way. I could hear Sammy shaking the 
cat experimentally, its lashes giving out an erotic 
rustling sound. At last she plucked up her courage and 
gave me a light lashing across the buttocks. 

"Like that?" she asked in a tiny voice. 

"Yes, that's lovely, Sammy - but harder, harder!" 

With her little strength Sammy could do no more than 
tickle me with the cat, but it was delightfully 
stimulating all the same. I turned gradually to face 
her, and encouraged her to lash me across the thighs, 
stomach and breasts. After thirty strokes or so she 
stopped. 

"Megumi," she whispered, hardly able to speak, "is it 
really so nice?" 

My heart began to beat fast. I had been trying to 
think of ways of persuading my new friend to share my 
greatest sexual pleasure, despite her misgivings - and 
now she was suggesting it herself. 

"It's wonderful," I said. My heart in my mouth, I 
asked tentatively, "Would you ... like to try?" 

She looked at me with her grey-green eyes wide, even 
more excited than I was. She blushed prettily, unable 
to speak. At last she nodded. I took the cat from her 
hand and kissed her, then turned her naked body to 
face the window. Unbidden, she took up the position I 
had adopted to receive my whipping. I stood behind her 
and to one side, the cat dangling from my right hand. 

"Are you ready?" I asked. 

She said nothing. I swung the cat hard towards her 
pretty, golden arse. At once the long, cruel lashes 
lovingly encircled her hips; then, the energy I had 
given them expended, fell softly to touch the floor. 

"Ohhh!" she said, her hands flying to protect her 
bottom from further pain as she span round to face me, 
saying nothing, just gazing at me wide-eyed. I too 
said nothing. I stood absolutely still, waiting to see 
what she would do. If she wanted to, she could walk 
away from me and neither of us need ever refer to the 
incident again. It was entirely her choice. And yet 
somehow I felt that what she had experienced was not 
only pain, and shock, but also the stirrings of a new 
desire - a desire which I believed was already latent 
in her. After all, she had spent half the night 
telling me how her whole life had changed when for the 
first time she felt a man's cock thrust down her 
throat. Was it time for another new experience to 
change it again? 

We gazed at each other for what felt like minutes. 
Then, very gradually, she began to turn, her back now 
towards me, her hands no longer shielding her arse 
from the whip, her bottom leaning slightly towards me 
as if shyly begging for more stimulation. Even when 
she had taken up position again, I let her wait for 
it. Then suddenly, without warning her that I was 
about to begin, I struck her again. And again, 
repeatedly - leaving long gaps between each stroke so 
that the pain and pleasure could sink in, blend and 
flood through her; and also so that she had time to 
move away from the whip if she chose. But she didn't: 
she stood there, whimpering with pain and delight, 
letting me do it to her. After about fifty strokes I 
stopped, even though she had said nothing, and dropped 
the cat to the floor. Gradually she relaxed, lowered 
her arms, and turned to face me. 

"Yes," she said, almost soundlessly, "I see." 

Then she fell forward into my arms and I staggered 
back to the bed with her. I held her, and petted her, 
and said how sorry I was to have hurt her so much, and 
how happy I was that we now had something else to 
share. Soon she was kissing me passionately and our 
hands were wandering all over each other's bodies, the 
memory of the whip's stimulation adding to the 
pleasure of our love-making. 

So that was how we fell into the morning routine of 
our months together in our apartment. We usually slept 
together if we had no other partners for the night; 
and on waking we would freshen each other up 
delightfully with one of my whips. Then we would 
return to the bed to make wonderful, tender love to 
each other. Of course we often used a strap-on 
artificial cock, taking it in turns to play the man's 
part; but much nicer was the long, double-ended dildo 
- a thick flexible snake with which we linked our 
cunts together for hours at a time, the slightest 
movement by one sending a shiver of delight through 
the other. 

After that, we showered together and had breakfast, on 
the tiny balcony if the weather was fine, in the main 
room if it wasn't, relishing the freedom to do without 
clothes. It was my first lesbian love affair. Of 
course I knew some women were made that way; but for 
me sex with another girl was just something you did at 
school when you were experimenting, or at parties to 
tease the men and give them an appetite. And my 
feeling for Sammy was more than just sexual desire for 
her enchanting body: it was love. I longed to show off 
with my new darling before a proper audience, rather 
than just to the few who spied on us when we made love 
on our balcony. 

But of course Sammy and I were lesbians only when we 
were alone together. It was fun to pick up male lovers 
and bring them home with us, and after a night of 
pleasure in our own rooms spend a joyous morning 
together, one of us trying out the other's choice 
while the other couple watched, or joined in, as they 
liked. Only when we had finished with breakfast, and 
gossip, and more sex, did Sammy and I get dressed for 
the day, say good-bye to any overnight lovers, and 
walk over one of the bridges crossing the main road, 
taking us to the plaza around Shibuya Station and 
finally to Marucho’s studios for the day's work - 
whatever it might be. Then we walked home again, 
carrying booty from Matsumoto-san's costume department 
to make ourselves pretty and desirable for our dates, 
or visits to night-clubs, strip-joints and singles 
bars, or - occasionally - just for an evening at home 
together, trying to outdo each other in the sexiness 
of our outfits. At last I had the close friend I had 
so hoped for when Mr Otani explained his plans for 
Sammy as we sat, deliciously nude on either side of 
him, during the wrap party in San Francisco. 

That first morning together I asked Sammy to finish 
her story for me and tell me what happened after she 
had been the entertainment at the party in the shack. 

"Oh, well, Marcus went off East to his college, of 
course," she said, "and then my mother told me to 
prepare for a big surprise. My father was coming to 
see us, and there were going to be important changes 
in our lives. I hadn't seen him since I was a child, 
and I'd never realised what a handsome, charming man 
he was." 

"Mm'mm, yes," I said. 

"I was a bit inclined to be against him because he had 
abandoned my mother and me, but he soon won me round." 

"I can imagine," I said. 

"Anyway, we had a sort of family conference. My mother 
explained that she had found someone she wanted to 
move in with, but he didn't want to take on me as 
well. My father had been doing very well with his film 
distribution business, and the idea was that I should 
go and live with him in Los Angeles. He could afford 
to send me to a good school by then. So, after a lot 
of discussion, that's what happened. I said good-bye 
to my relations in Missouri, and now we just exchange 
Christmas cards. I've no idea what happened to Marcus. 
And I see my mother once a year or so." 
Poor Sammy was near to bursting into tears as she 
thought about all these separations. "What was the 
school in Los Angeles like?" I asked, trying to change 
the subject. 

"Oh, great fun!" she said, cheered up at once by the 
memory. "You see, it was a girls' boarding-school but 
we were allowed back home quite often for week-ends. I 
soon worked out which of the girls were sexually 
active: not many in my year, though there was a bit of 
lesbianism in the dormitory - you know, nothing 
serious, just experimenting - and some of the girls 
fancied me. But I only had to look at the girls a 
couple of years above to know that many of them were 
experienced little fucks like me. Well, more 
experienced than me, really, because they must have 
done many more things than I had done so far." 

"So were you able to join in, even though you were 
much younger?" 

"Yes, in the end. It took a while and I had the sense 
not to push it, or show off. But one day one of the 
older girls asked me to join them at a Saturday night 
party. I think she did it for a dare, and probably 
thought I'd be shocked at what happened." 

"What _did_ happen?" 

"Well, the party was at a big frat house and of course 
there were lots of young men there. It wasn't long 
before one or two of the girls started taking off 
their clothes. At first they just went topless and 
encouraged the boys to fondle their breasts and slide 
their fingers up their skirts, and of course I was as 
keen as anything to do that too. Then I gave them a 
really sexy show; and when I was completely nude the 
men found out that I gave good head, and was desperate 
to suck any man who fancied my mouth. So I became very 
popular. The other girls were always being told, 'Make 
sure you bring your little friend Sammy.' So I was out 
at sex parties nearly every weekend." 

"How wonderful for you." 

"My father knew, of course. He said he wanted me to 
have a good time and enjoy myself, so long as I always 
told him where I was. And of course there are lots of 
opportunities to have fun in Los Angeles. The film 
people got to hear about me, and I was invited to some 
really wild parties." Sammy wriggled with pleasure at 
the memory. "I've sucked some of the best-known cocks 
in Hollywood - or been fucked by them," she said with 
charming self-importance. 

"And now you're going to help your father in 
distributing fuck films," I said. 

"Not just distribute them," said Sammy firmly. "Act in 
them. Star in them. With you." 

It was foolish of me to hope that Sammy and I would be 
left alone to do what we liked until the studio was 
ready for the filming of the great torture-chamber 
scene. After all, I had a full-time two-year contract 
with Marucho. That was a rare privilege for a relative 
beginner like me, and I owed it to Mr Otani. It meant 
I did not have to join the long queues of girls 
begging agents for occasional nude modelling jobs or a 
few hours of fucking in the studios or at private 
parties; but while the studio were paying my salary 
they had the right to expect me to work for it. 

It was Friday morning: we had just finished breakfast 
and were lying nude on my bed, lazily tickling each 
other's pussies and exchanging masturbation fantasies. 
As usual, Sammy's had been mostly about men spraying 
cum into her mouth and over her face. Now it was my 
turn again. 

"I'm the only girl in a room full of men," I began. 
"Naked, of course." 

"Of course," said Sammy. 

"Apart from a little corset, that is, bound very 
_very_ tightly round my waist, and impossibly high 
heels. Both in shiny black." 

"Lovely," breathed Sammy, obviously imagining herself 
in the same costume. 

"They tie my hands behind my back, and strap me 
tightly - oh, _so_ tightly! - to a frame which bends 
me forward so that my mouth is in exactly the right 
position for their cocks. I am their helpless slave. 
Then they take me two at a time." 

"Only two?" 

"Wait. The man behind whips me. He has a choice of 
whips, canes and so on but I can't see what he is 
doing. Only feel it. When the man in front has 
finished with my mouth, the man behind follows him, 
and the next man takes over the whipping. There are 
enough men to last for ever." 

"Ooh!" 

"The best is when the man in front is in no hurry and 
takes ages to come in my mouth, and of course I don't 
let him come and the next man gets very impatient and 
whips and whips me harder and harder and _harder_ ... 
if I'm lucky I fall asleep then and dream about it all 
night." 

"Mm'mm ..." I could tell Sammy was trying out the 
fantasy for herself. "You do love being whipped, don't 
you Megumi?" 

"You _know_ I do," I said, wriggling my bottom 
luxuriously against the bed. 

"I like it too, of course," Sammy went on, "especially 
since you taught me how to enjoy it ... but for me 
sucking a man's cock is the best thing there is. I 
adore the taste of cum ... and the smell, and the feel 
of it on my skin ... I could _live_ on it." 

"Did you like it the first time you tried it?" 

"Well, yes. I told you about that. With my cousin 
Marcus when he started my sexual training. I was a bit 
surprised by the taste ... but I just knew it was for 
me." 

"That's your Japanese ancestry.[5] Western girls often 
say they don't like it. Or so I've heard." 

"Well, I'm sorry for them," said Sammy firmly. "But 
that means all the more lovely cocks for me to suck. 
And all the more delicious cum, of course." 

I suddenly had an idea. 

"What about a competition?" I said, sitting up on the 
bed. "You know, a dozen girls, let's say, kneeling in 
a row, bound into the tightest possible corsets and 
strapped helplessly to bondage frames like I said 
..." 

"So we have only our mouths and tongues free to make 
the men come ..." 

I noticed the competitors had already become "we". 

"Blindfold," I went on, imagining the scene, "so no 
girl can know how well the others are doing ..." 

"And every time an erection brushes against my lips," 
said Sammy ecstatically, kneeling beside me on the 
bed, "I kiss it, and lick it, and pull it into me, and 
suck it till it gives me a lovely mouthful of cum! All 
using just my lips and my tongue!" 

"And after a set time - two hours? three hours? I 
don't know - the girl who's had the most lovers wins 
and gets a prize!" 

"What sort of prize?" asked Sammy. 

"Oh, whatever she likes most. A really heavenly 
whipping, perhaps?" 

I collapsed back onto the bed, overwhelmed by the 
beauty of my imagining. 

"I know what would be a lovely prize!" said Sammy. 
"Turn the whole scene round. A dozen men handcuffed 
naked to the bondage frames, upright, blindfold, the 
winner taking them one by one in whatever way she 
fancies!" 

"You really do have the sweetest ideas!" I said from 
below her. "Come here and let's make love." 

Sammy fell back into my arms. 


FOOTNOTE

[5] In a recent survey - we have surveys on 
_everything_ in Japan - 83% of Japanese girls said 
they either "liked" or "liked very much" the taste of 
their lovers' cum. 


[Next in Part 11: Chapter XI: Back to Work]


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