We Always Do It For Real 17

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 17

[CHAPTER XII Continued]

Everyone is a bit nervous before a test, of course, 
but I was fairly confident that I would do myself 
justice in this one. I had two secret weapons. First, 
I had learnt the trick of acting for one special 
spectator only, and knew that if I got it right 
everyone watching me would have the illusion that he 
was that special person and be drawn powerfully into 
my performance. Secondly, while they had all of course 
seen the application video I had submitted, they did 
not know how much I had improved since then thanks to 
the performances I had been giving three times a night 
around the sex clubs of Asakusa. Surely I could draw 
on all I had learnt there, and do something to impress 
today's audience. 

I started with my walk across the acting area, then up 
and down, as instructed. I began with big, confident 
strides in my high heels, head up, breasts jutting 
firmly forwards, my hips making the most of the wiggle 
imparted by the unequal heels. Then I turned and 
became a shy Japanese girl, unaware of the effect she 
was having on the men watching her as she took her 
tentative steps, seeming to doubt if she had the right 
to inconvenience the ground by treading on it. That 
should give them something to think about. 

I came to a halt facing the camera. I focussed my mind 
on my one chosen lover, and began to run my hands up 
and down my body through the thin cloth of my dress. 
Oh, how I wanted to be stroked and petted! Slowly I 
turned my back to the camera, tossed my long hair to 
one side, and gradually pulled the bow of the 
halter-neck apart with one hand, holding the front of 
the dress over my breasts with the other. 

I faced the camera again, and very slowly allowed the 
front of the dress to fall, freeing my firm breasts, 
their nipples already hard and erect, their young 
sexiness enhanced by the skilful brush of the make-up 
girl. I caressed and fondled them, my face showing my 
growing pleasure at their sensitivity. One hand 
briefly travelled round my back to undo a snap at the 
top of my short skirt, then returned as I continued to 
pleasure myself. The dress started to fall gradually, 
encouraged by the slow lascivious movements of my 
hips, then whispered quickly down my thighs and calves 
to the floor. I stepped out of it and to one side, 
bringing myself closer to the head of the couch, the 
camera following me. I was now wearing only my 
transparent high-heeled shoes and the tiny silver 
panties Matsumoto-san had chosen for me. 

Slowly my hands left my breasts and travelled down to 
my crotch, enjoying the smooth, firm skin of my 
stomach and bottom on the way. One hand began to 
caress my pussy through the scrap of silver cloth, 
while I groaned and panted as waves of pleasure pulsed 
through my body. My fingers slipped inside, down the 
front of my little panties, and began to stimulate my 
erect clitoris directly. 

Once again I turned away from the camera. As one hand 
held the tiny silver triangle in place over my cunt, 
the other slowly untied the bow on one hip. A pause, 
during which the movements of my arse left no doubt 
that I was continuing to stimulate myself; then I 
changed hands and repeated the process with the other 
bow. The back of the panties slipped down the crack in 
my arse and dangled between my legs. I turned to the 
camera again. 

The atmosphere was as tense as anything I had felt as 
a stripper. It seemed extraordinary that a group of 
people, who could watch naked girls fucking whenever 
they wanted to, should be so involved in one girl's 
stimulation of her eager eighteen-year-old body, but 
so it was. At last I pulled the sodden cloth from my 
pussy and threw it to join the dress on the floor out 
of range of the camera. Completely nude at last, 
drawing confidence from being the way I liked most to 
be when an audience or a camera were watching me, I 
closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction 
as my hands caressed my breasts, my stomach, my arse. 

I stepped back, the camera following me, to where I 
knew the head of the couch must be, and leant lightly 
against it as I spread my legs wider. I now began to 
masturbate in earnest, fingers slipping noisily in and 
out of my wet, bubbling cunt as I moaned and gasped 
harder, occasionally licking the juice from my fingers 
with long, lascivious movements of my tongue. I turned 
and bent forward over the couch, passing my hand 
between my legs to show them my arse-hole as my 
fingers spread my buttocks and probed lightly around 
my shy rosebud. 

I changed position, climbing onto the couch and 
kneeling, facing forward into the camera, my knees 
widely spaced and the rest of my body still upright. I 
continued my stroking and probing, my breathing 
getting shorter as I realised I could not be far from 
my climax. I took up a position which my strip-show 
audiences had always enjoyed, bending backwards until 
I almost lost my balance, then stretching one arm 
behind me, the hand braced against the couch to 
support my weight. The other hand continued to plunge 
its fingers into my soaking cunt, bringing me closer 
and closer to orgasm. I let my head fall back, my hair 
cascading onto the couch. From my knees to my hair my 
body now formed a tense but graceful arc, my erect 
breasts the highest part of me. 

I was almost at the point of no return. I dragged my 
hand unwillingly away from my cunt and began stroking 
and pinching my hard nipples, using the pain to give 
myself, as gradually as I could bear to, the final 
push over the brink into orgasm. I felt it coming: 
nothing could stop it now. I was using both hands now 
to support myself on the edges of the couch, and 
arched my body even higher in an ever tighter bow till 
the muscles of my back and thighs screamed that they 
could take no more. I shuddered joyfully as the 
physical and sexual tension reached breaking point and 
waves of glorious orgasm swept through me, my taut 
stomach and thigh muscles causing the flood of juice 
soaking my cunt to burst out like a man's cum, flowing 
copiously down between my legs and dripping onto the 
cover of the couch. Gasping with pleasure as I 
repeatedly came, I changed my position and lowered 
myself gradually, until I was lying in a relaxed and 
untidy heap, groaning in ecstasy with my legs doubled 
under me and my eyes closed. 

I suddenly felt a man's hands stroking my breasts 
before passing round to my back and lifting me. In my 
self-absorption I had completely forgotten that the 
show would not be over until I had been fucked. I 
struggled and protested for a moment, then opened my 
eyes. Kunio was standing naked beside the couch, 
lifting me off it. I remembered at last the moves we 
had agreed on, and scrambled to the floor, kneeling 
before him and taking his erection into my mouth. Like 
his body, it was squat and powerful. My throat was 
still dry from my latest experience but I summoned 
saliva from somewhere and began to lubricate his cock. 

After a while he pulled me to my feet and made me lie 
on the couch again, my bottom at the low end: kneeling 
between my parted legs he raised my hips with both 
hands to the level of his mouth and began to suck me 
vigorously, pulling the pink inner lips of my cunt 
almost inside out in his eagerness. For any man who 
genuinely liked eating pussy I must have been an 
intoxicating sight, the juicy nectar from my 
self-induced orgasms still dripping from my cunt and 
down the crack in my arse. 

I hardly dreamt I could come again so soon after the 
overwhelming climax I had given myself only minutes 
ago, but I began to writhe with pleasure under Kunio's 
rough tongue, and before long I was well on the way to 
another orgasm. Suddenly I felt his hands grasping my 
hips begin to turn me, and I quickly twisted round to 
lie on my front. He pushed my knees up so that I was 
half kneeling, my arse in the air and my face pressed 
against the sloping head of the couch. I felt Kunio's 
thick finger penetrate my cunt, plunging deliciously 
in and out a few times while he coated it heavily with 
a mixture of my juice and his saliva. I began to 
wonder if I could hold off another climax till he was 
ready to mount me. 

Then his finger left my cunt and began gently 
exploring my anus, feeling to see if my rosebud would 
after all admit him. But, as he had promised, he did 
not insist. Instead I felt him kneel between my legs 
and thrust his thick cock slowly but irresistibly into 
my eager cunt. Again the joyous waves of orgasm began 
to overwhelm me. I seized the top of the couch with 
both hands and lifted myself up. The camera, which had 
been concentrating on Kunio's invasion of my cunt, 
panned quickly up my body and swung round, gazing at 
me over the head of the couch to capture my ecstatic 
climax. 

At the same moment Kunio's hot sperm began to fill my 
cunt, and we collapsed together onto the couch. The 
Director called "Cut!" and the watchers in the studio 
burst into spontaneous applause. 

And who was the one man for whom, in my own mind, I 
was giving this performance, the man on the other side 
of the camera's cool lens? Why Ken, of course, my 
beloved _sensei_ who had taught me much of what I 
knew, and helped me to find out the rest for myself. 

Happily exhausted, I crawled out from underneath Kunio 
and we sat side by side on the couch. 

"Well done, Kato-san," said the Director, "that was 
good. You have a real talent for this work." 

"Thank you," I just managed to say. 

The Director checked that the camera and sound experts 
were happy, then asked my partner Kunio for any 
comments. 

"As you say, she has talent. The masturbation scene 
was beautiful and most original. I had to hurry my own 
part, she was coming so fast." He put his hand 
encouragingly on my bare thigh. "She's a really lovely 
little fuck, this one, she'd be doing it for real even 
if you hadn't told her to." 

I blushed and looked up at him gratefully. I so hoped 
he meant it, and wasn't just saying nice things out of 
politeness. 

"Anything else?" 

"You should know she's had no experience of 
arse-fucking, her rosebud is still virgin." 

"We will find ways of exploiting that situation," said 
Mr Niijima's voice coldly from the shadows. "Always 
assuming we take her on." 

'"Right, everyone," said the Director, "it’s a wrap. 
Please clear the set. The boss will want to see the 
tape later this morning, so could the editing 
department please get moving." 

The working lights came on as the spots faded. 
Matsumoto-san bustled over to me and, her arm round my 
shoulders, took me off to her own domain, my discarded 
clothes over her free arm. 

"My God, dearie, you really showed them something!" 
she cried. "I was with you all the way! When you made 
yourself come like that I swear my cunt was as wet as 
yours." She chuckled happily. "Now, first of all, you 
go in there for a shower. Then come and have some tea 
and we'll talk." 

As soon as I had rejoined her and Takeshi, I said, as 
seriously as I could: "Matsumoto-san, was I really any 
good?" 

"Dearie, you were tremendous," she said, "It's ages 
since I've seen anyone so naturally gifted for this 
work!" 

"Thank you," I said shyly and drank my tea. 

There was something I wanted very much to ask her, but 
for the moment I was too embarrassed. Then I 
remembered how kind she had been to me, and took the 
plunge. 

"Please tell me, Matsumoto-san, do you think it's very 
unnatural of me to want sex so much? I mean, lots of 
my friends enjoy sex, or say they do, but I don't know 
anyone else who wants it all the time like I do." 

Matsumoto-san laughed till tears came to her eyes. 
"Dearie, don't you realise it's the ones who _don't_ 
want it who are unnatural? Anyway, of course all your 
friends do want it really, just like you do. It's only 
that they're too shy to say so and in any case I bet 
they're jealous of you. Just because a girl wants sex 
doesn't mean she'll get it. But _you_'ll never have 
any problem. The men'll be standing in line ten deep 
for you." 

I smiled gratefully at her. "But isn't there something 
wrong with me that makes me love doing it best when 
people are watching?" I asked her shyly. "When a man 
takes me in front of an audience, or out-of-doors 
somewhere where people _might_ be watching, it makes 
me feel ... oh, I can't describe it to you, I just 
know I _adore_ it!" 

She looked at me seriously. "Well, there's certainly 
nothing wrong about it. It's a bit unusual. But I 
think you're lucky. If it gives you an extra thrill to 
have people watch you fucking, make the most of it. 
And above all, remember you're getting paid for doing 
what you love best." She chuckled. "Doesn't that tell 
you there's nothing wrong about it?" 

"I hope so," I said, still uncertain. "But _will_ I 
get paid for it? Do you think Marucho will really take 
me on?" 

"After your performance downstairs just now," she 
replied, "they'd be mad not to. Don't you think so, 
Takeshi-san?" 

Takeshi woke up from his reverie to say, "If they 
don't, I swear I'll leave Marucho and set up my own 
film company with Kato-san as partner." 

"Hah!" said Matsumoto-san. "You! Well, dream on. This 
little darling is headed for the big time whatever you 
men do or don't do. Megumi-san, why don't you and I 
set up in business together?" 

I looked up at her gratefully, but before I could ask 
what she meant the phone rang. I heard a cultivated 
female, probably secretarial, voice at the other end 
but could not make out what she was saying. 

"The Boss wants you in his office in five minutes," 
reported Matsumoto-san, "to watch your screen-test 
with him. In the costume you wore for it." 

I just had time to wonder naughtily whether he meant 
what I was wearing at the start or at the end, before 
the significance of this command sank in. 

"The Boss! In five minutes! But I can’t be ready!" I 
cried. 

"Yes, you can. Here, put on the shoes and the dress. 
It needs pressing, but never mind." 

"But what about the panties?" 

"Here they are - oh, yes, I see what you mean. They're 
still soaked and there's no time to do anything about 
it. You'll just have to manage as you are." 

"But won't Nagao-san be annoyed with me if I'm not 
dressed the way he instructed?" 

"Dearie," said Matsumoto-san with her sexiest chuckle, 
"if he wants to screw you he won't mind, and if he 
doesn't he won't notice." 

"Oh," I said as the implications of this sudden 
summons began to sink in, "do you think he might want 
that? I never thought. Will I be able to manage?" 

She looked at me, very seriously, but with something 
in her eyes that suggested she was not taking me quite 
as seriously as she wanted me to think. She walked 
behind me and adjusted the bow of my halter top so 
that the two sides and the ends matched nicely. Then 
she lifted the blue material of my short skirt and 
gave me an encouraging little pat on my bare bottom. 

"Yes, dearie," she said, "somehow I think you will 
manage very well."


[Next in Part 18: Chapter XIII: Megumi and her new 
Boss]

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