UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 01

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 04: UNFINISHED AFFAIRS
BY BOB WILLIAMS
ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, CHIYOKO, HANAKO, SAMMY, HIROKO, 
NATSUKO, SACHI, MAKI, YUKI AND AYAKO

PART 01

CHAPTER I 

California Again 

     So let's start with Megumi, to whom I owe so 
     much. At the end of _All I Ever Wanted_ we 
     described how she helped Mr Otani when he was 
     taking control of the Marucho Company. Part of 
     his plan was to expand into the North American 
     market: through joint productions with American 
     porn studios if possible, independently if not. 
     He took Megumi on a short trip to Los Angeles to 
     show off her talents to some of his contacts 
     there. Here is how she described what happened. 

One evening Mr Otani told me he wanted my help in 
putting together a sort of portfolio of my recent 
work - nude stills, cum shots and so on. Of course I 
was delighted to help in any way with his work in 
restructuring the company and greatly enjoyed looking 
through my videos and making suggestions. From my 
collection of stills taken since I had joined Marucho, 
Mr Otani selected some outdoor nude shots, and some 
pictures of me looking tempting as a bar hostess in 
g-string and heels. It was fun to remember the 
pleasure it had given me to pose for them. And then he 
produced from his private collection some shots I 
didn't even know existed: taken at parties when of 
course I was nude and ready for anything. 

For the video selections Mr Otani was particularly 
keen to use a sequence which had recently been taken 
by accident and which we still hadn't decided how to 
work into a commercial release. It had been planned as 
a normal climax to a standard fuck video: I was on my 
back and the man was thrusting in and out of my cunt. 
He was a good lover and I was coming enthusiastically. 
At the briefing with the director we had agreed that 
he would pull out at the last moment and finish with a 
nice messy facial: I would close my eyes and open my 
mouth while he spread his cum over my cheeks and lips, 
some of it entering my mouth, the rest leaving pretty 
streaks and drops on my face. Then I would open my 
eyes and draw his cock into my mouth so I could lick 
it dry and give it a last loving kiss before he moved 
out of shot. Finally, as the camera concentrated on my 
face, I would play with the cum decorating it, licking 
my fingers and murmuring thanks to my lover for giving 
me such a delicious treat. The sort of thing you've 
seen hundreds of times, of course - but it's always 
lovely to watch, and even lovelier to perform. 

But for once it went wrong: the man misjudged the 
moment for withdrawing from my pussy and as soon as he 
did he came, shooting his cum in a great fountain up 
from my stomach. Apologising to the director 
afterwards, he said he had enjoyed being in my pussy 
so much he had thought he could allow himself just one 
more thrust deep inside before pulling out and giving 
me my final facial. It may have been true, and even if 
it wasn't it was a charming compliment. I must say his 
performance was spectacular. His cum shot out in a 
great arc reaching my forehead, and when it was over 
there was a long streak of it all the way from my 
pubic hair to the top of my head. I burst into 
giggles, of course, but then tried to save the 
situation by congratulating him on his splendid 
achievement. Instead of moving in as planned for a 
close-up of my face, the cameraman pulled back for a 
full-length shot of my naked body as I lay 
lasciviously spread on the bed, enjoying my unusual 
decoration. 

So I was glad to see this rare cum-shot used at last; 
but I was disappointed that Mr Otani did not want to 
include any of my bondage and whipping sequences. "Let 
them wait - and ask," he said simply. "I don't want 
them to know yet that that's one of your 
specialisms." He still hadn't told me who, or what, 
this promotional video was for, but as one of 
Marucho's assets I took it for granted that he would 
rent me out to other suitable companies and directors. 
Of course they would pay well for me and I was 
delighted to be able to help the company. I realised 
Mr Otani had something special in mind only when he 
asked me to make a short presentation to camera - in 
English! He and his daughter Sammy helped to write my 
script and coached me. I was filmed nude in nothing 
but silver high heels and matching silver gloves, 
standing in the street outside our building with the 
company's name-board beside me. My piece went like 
this: 

"Thank you for watching some of my pictures and 
videos! I do hope you enjoyed looking at them as much 
as I enjoyed making them. You know, ever since I was 
_very_ young I have always _loved_ being nude - just 
like I am now - where everyone can look at me! So of 
course it was always my dream to be a sex actress and 
nude model. It was the _only_ thing I _ever_ wanted to 
do! And my dream came true on my eighteenth birthday. 
I'm still not nineteen yet, but now I have another 
dream: I want to be fucked by lots and lots of nice 
Western men and make lots and lots of sexy videos that 
they will like. Do you think you could help make 
_that_ dream come true as well? Please?" 

And I ended by blowing a kiss at the camera and doing 
my best to look both innocent and eager. The camera, 
which had gradually moved in on my face and breasts, 
pulled back and showed me full-length, waving in the 
sunlight as the sequence ended.[6] 

When I saw the edited version I asked Mr Otani to let 
me do it again. I was pleased enough with my 
appearance but thought I ought to be able to speak my 
lines in better English. But he assured me my Japanese 
accent was very sweet and would have just the effect 
he wanted. That didn't please me as much as he perhaps 
intended. English had been my favourite subject at 
school, and I had been working hard on it since 
becoming friends with Sammy - she helping me in return 
for my giving her Japanese lessons. But I supposed Mr 
Otani must know best. 

I still didn't know what he had in mind, until a few 
days later he told me to prepare for another trip to 
California! This time we were travelling to Los 
Angeles, just the two of us, where he said he wanted 
to introduce me to some contacts of his in the 
American porn industry. He was very keen that I should 
make the best possible impression - so of course I 
went at once to see Matsumoto-san and talk about what 
I should wear. 

It didn't take us long to agree on a favourite dress 
of mine: in dark red raw silk, the skirt very short 
(obviously) and with a sexy little slit up the back, 
and the front cut very low so that my breasts were 
fully revealed. I had worn it several times with great 
success at parties - in fact to be strictly honest I 
had worn several identical dresses as it tended to get 
some rough handling when the time came for me to be 
fucked, and Matsumoto-san had been obliged to remake 
it twice already. So I knew it had the effect I 
wanted! She insisted on adding a little matching 
jacket so that I could cover and uncover my breasts as 
I liked. We agreed on pretty bikini panties in a shiny 
gold material with side-ties, and a smart pair of 
high-heeled shoes with her trade-mark slightly unequal 
heels, and I was ready to do my best for the company. 

As well as the collection of my pictures and video 
clips, Mr Otani was carrying with him the rough cut of 
a video we had just completed. It was a sci-fi 
fantasy: an inventor had developed a sort of ray-gun 
which, when pointed at a girl, made her clothes 
temporarily invisible. That provided scope for lots of 
fun as pretty girls innocently displayed their full 
beauty in coffee-shops, in the office, on the street 
... But then the inventor was kidnapped by a criminal 
gang and made to work for them as he developed the 
Mark 2 version. This made the girl's clothes actually 
disappear for the number of minutes to which the gun 
was set before firing. Of course such an invention 
could not be left to a gang of criminals to exploit: 
it had to be rescued and made available for the 
benefit of all mankind. That was my job. As Agent 
Special Executive 001 - Agent SEX1 for short - I wore 
a pretty uniform designed by Matsumoto-san: a tight 
sleeveless tunic in panels of blue and silver, a tiny 
skirt to match, and silver gloves and high-heeled 
boots. Of course the uniform kept vanishing when I 
grappled with gangsters who were armed with the new 
gun; but I had my own secret weapon - special sexual 
techniques which could render a man helpless for 
several minutes. You can see that this plotline 
offered all sorts of possibilities. Mr Otani hoped 
that _Agent SEX1_ - tentatively subtitled _The Girl 
with the Golden Cunt_ - would appeal to his US 
contacts enough to generate a series, in which I would 
lead a squad of girls constantly losing their clothes 
on dangerous missions. There was also scope for a 
computer game spin-off, which would be a new venture 
for us. So you see there was a lot depending on this 
trip. 

I felt quite an experienced international traveller by 
now, and obediently turned off the little vibrator in 
my pussy at take-off and landing when we were 
requested to stop using electronic equipment. But it 
seemed a long journey, even in my comfortable 
business-class seat and with the vibrator to keep me 
company; and Mr Otani was too busy with official 
papers to talk much. In Los Angeles we checked into a 
good hotel for the night as he wanted me to be 
properly rested before the interview. 

We arrived promptly at the offices of Mr Otani's 
contacts in time for our ten o'clock appointment, I 
wearing my chosen dress with my breasts modestly 
covered by the little jacket. He had told me very 
little about what I was to do: just saying that I was 
to wait outside till he summoned me - "and then behave 
naturally." Well, I would do my best. 

I was asked to wait in an outer office occupied by a 
receptionist called Maria. She had dark hair and red 
lips, and I suppose she was of South American origin, 
though I am not good at guessing the nationality of 
Westerners. She was rather older than me but pretty in 
a plump way and smartly dressed. She said she had been 
with the company a long time, and while she did not 
say she was a former sex actress I guessed she was. A 
girl who has done plenty of fucking and nudity in 
front of an audience or a camera has an air of being 
at ease with herself and her sexuality, a kind of 
physical self-confidence and awareness of the 
impression she makes, which are easy to recognise. 

I asked her about the people I was to meet. 

"Well," she said, "there'll be three men in there, as 
well as your Mr Otani - he's quite something, isn't 
he?" 

"Oh, _yes_!" I said with a shy smile which told her 
all she wanted to know. 

"The other three are Ben - he's the President of our 
company, so you don't call him that till he asks you 
to - and the VPs for marketing and production. They'll 
want to take a good look at you and see what you can 
do." She smiled knowingly. "If your Mr Otani wants 
them to consider using you, that is." 

"Of course," I said. I wanted to show that I 
understood how such things were arranged. 

"Ben - the President, that is - will probably ask the 
VPs to take ... I mean, examine you first while he 
watches. If he likes what he sees he'll give you a 
personal ... interview." 

"Thank you," I said firmly. "I understand. That's very 
helpful." 

"You're welcome. You've done interviews like this 
before, I guess?" 

"Well, yes. But in Japan it's a bit different. It 
comes to the same thing in the end, though." 

"It always does, doesn't it?" she said with a warm 
smile. 

I asked her to excuse me a moment while I prepared for 
my entrance and concentrated on the sounds coming from 
the inner office. I couldn't distinguish the words but 
I knew Mr Otani planned to begin with a short 
presentation on the Japanese porn industry and the 
scope for co-operation with American companies. He had 
obtained the results of some research into the 
changing sexual interests of American men, which 
showed how much their fantasies now centred on 
Japanese and other Asian girls. "That's a market 
opportunity American companies have just ignored," he 
had explained to me. "And when they see what we - and 
especially you - have to offer them to fill the gap 
they'll be really impressed by my plans for joint 
ventures. Otherwise they risk leaving the field open 
for our companies to exploit on their own." 

I could hear the music which accompanied my material 
coming to an end. In a moment my speech to camera 
would follow, and then ... It was time to be ready. I 
slipped off my little jacket and dropped it on a chair 
by Maria's desk. I gave my nipples a tweak to make 
sure they were nicely erect, and flicked my hair back 
over my shoulders. 

"Very nice, honey," said Maria. "You'll do." 

The door opened and Mr Otani politely ushered me into 
the room. There were three men seated in comfortable 
black leather armchairs facing a screen which for the 
moment was blank. In front of them was a tall chair 
like a metal bar-stool with a back. Beyond was a huge 
desk, and in one corner of the room a bed. All this I 
took in rapidly while Mr Otani was speaking. 

"Now, gentlemen, I'd like you to meet the talented 
girl you've been watching on the screen. Come and sit 
here, Megumi." 

He indicated the tall chair and I walked towards it as 
confidently as I could, my bottom wiggling nicely and 
the little slit at the back of my skirt opening and 
closing rhythmically as I moved. Mr Otani helped me up 
onto the stool. I crossed my legs, sat up straight to 
make the most of my bare breasts, flicked my hair over 
my shoulders again so it wasn't in the way, and smiled 
at my audience. They smiled back. 

"Well, Megumi, it's great to see you," said the man in 
the centre chair. "That's a fine dress you're 
wearing." 

"Thank you," I said shyly. "It's a favourite of mine. 
I often wear it at parties." 

"I must get myself invited," he said with a smile. 
"Now, I'm the President of this company and my two 
colleagues here are in charge of production and 
marketing. It's for them to decide whether we can make 
use of you in our productions and whether those 
productions would sell to our customers." 

I nodded to show I understood but said nothing. It was 
obvious that decisions would in fact be made by the 
President; but of course I had to make a good 
impression on all three men. 

"So, how old are you, Megumi?" 

"Eighteen," I said: and then since he did not 
immediately say anything, I added, "Well, nearly 
nineteen." 

"And when did you start work with Marucho?" He 
pronounced it MarOOcho, but fortunately I had expected 
the question and was not confused. 

"On my eighteenth birthday," I said. 

"And when was that?" 

"November 17 last. The happiest day in my life," I 
couldn't help adding enthusiastically. 

"Yes, we heard you'd always wanted to be a sex 
actress. Can you tell us why?" 

"It's difficult to say," I said. "I can't really 
understand why any girl _wouldn't_ want to. It's so 
nice. Ever since I had my first experience -" 

"When was that?" 

"I was twelve," I said, looking down modestly at my 
lap. It was true enough, and there was no need to 
explain that my sexuality had exploded into life 
through a magnificent caning rather than, as with most 
girls, budding gently as a beautifully erect cock 
insinuated itself sweetly into mouth or pussy. I 
looked up again through lowered eyelashes. I 
discovered I was wriggling on my stool as I 
remembered. "Of course I didn't know then that a girl 
could make a career out of, you know ... but when I 
saw my first sex video ... that was a bit later, a 
lover showed me one ... I knew immediately what I 
wanted to do. _Had_ to do." 

"So you applied to Marucho?" 

"Yes. By then I had looked at lots of videos, and 
theirs were the ones I enjoyed most. They showed the 
stars I most admired. I wanted so much to be like them 
and do what they did." 

"And they accepted you the moment you were legally old 
enough?" 

"Yes," Mr Otani broke in before I could answer. "I 
happened to be in the studio the day Megumi came for 
her screen-test, and I could see at once that the 
industry had a new talent of great potential." 

The President had not taken his eyes off me. My 
breasts were tingling lightly under his gaze. I always 
have that nice feeling when my nudity is being 
appreciated. It's one of the things that make being a 
nude model so enjoyable. 

"Did you do any work in the sex industry before you 
were eighteen?" he asked. "Don't be shy, we shan't 
tell anyone if you did." 

"Well, yes," I said, blushing a little and wriggling 
again on my high stool. I recrossed my legs, giving 
him a little peek at my gold panties. "I worked at a 
strip-club. At several, in fact. You see, I had left 
school, and it seemed a terribly long time to wait 
till I was eighteen ... and, anyway ..." 

"You enjoyed it?" he said with a pleasant smile. 

"Oh, yes! It was _so_ lovely. It wasn't only the 
money. Once I'd started I just couldn't stop, I 
enjoyed it so much. And anyway I thought it would be 
useful experience, learning how to ... you know, look 
good on stage and please an audience." 

"And when you were on stage in these clubs, you went 
the whole distance? By the end you were completely 
nude?" 

"Of course! _Always_!" 

What a strange question, I thought. Why ever would a 
girl want to perform at a strip-club and _not_ get 
completely nude? That was the whole point. But of 
course I didn't say anything. 

"And did the audience like you - sometimes want to 
join in?" 

"Oh, _yes_! Every time! That was the _best_ part!" 

Mr Otani intervened again. 

"It's quite normal in Japan," he said. "Not at all 
strip joints, but the good ones. When the girl is nude 
she invites men up on stage and begs them to screw 
her." 

This time he had the President's full attention. 

"I can see there's quite a lot we have to learn from 
your country," he said. Then he turned back to me. 
"But you never took part in videos, or were 
photographed nude? Commercially, I mean?" 

"Oh, no. Not commercially." 

"Good. We don't want anyone to come up with evidence 
that you worked illegally. Now," he said briskly, 
"stand up please, Megumi, and strip for us - you know, 
like you used to do in those clubs. I'm sure you 
haven't forgotten how to do it." 

I scrambled down eagerly from my stool. One of the 
other men went over to a hi-fi on a shelf and some 
suitably throbbing background music began to play. I 
began by stroking and massaging my already naked 
breasts as I swayed from foot to foot in time with the 
music. Then I reached behind my back as if preparing 
to take off my dress. I pretended to change my mind 
and, walking up to the President, asked softly, "Will 
you help me, please, Sir?" I turned my back and 
lowered myself a little so that his hands could undo 
the fastener. I said "Oh, _thank_ you!" sweetly over 
my shoulder, then walked back to where all three of my 
audience could see me. For a moment I held the dress 
against me as I stood with my back to them, then 
slowly let it down and eased it over my bottom. It 
fell to the floor and I stepped out of it, vaguely 
aware that Mr Otani had quickly scooped it up for me. 
I turned to face the men, stroking my breasts and all 
my body with growing enthusiasm. I was now wearing 
only my little gold panties. With eager murmurs of 
"Oh, yes - oh, _yes_!" I let my fingers find the 
little bows on my hips. 

"That's enough for the moment, Megumi," said the 
President sharply. "You can leave the panties till 
later." 

I looked at him in astonishment. 

"Oh, but please, Sir, mayn't I take them off?" I 
begged. "I want _so_ much to be nude for you. And for 
myself ..." I trailed off dejectedly. 

"Later," he said firmly. "It will give us all 
something to look forward to. Especially you: I can 
see you really enjoy being nude for an audience." 

I could only nod and look at him beseechingly. 

"What kind of sex do you like best, Megumi?" 

Fortunately I spotted the trap at once. The honest 
answer, which I have never been ashamed to give, is of 
course "being tied up and whipped." But I remembered 
Mr Otani did not want to let these Americans know 
about my love of bondage and pain quite yet. So I 
said, "I've never had any kind of sex I _didn't_ like, 
Sir." 

"Good." He pointed to the man seated on his right, who 
was already undoing his trousers. "Well, I guess you 
can tell what _he_ likes best." 

At once I was on my knees on the thick carpet between 
the man's legs, drawing his erection out of his 
underpants and stroking it lovingly as I looked up at 
his face. 

"Please may I suck your cock, Sir?" I asked. "Please 
will you come in my mouth? I should enjoy that so 
much!" 

Without waiting for permission I began kissing the 
head of his erection, then running my lips along the 
beautiful shaft while weighing his balls in one hand 
and prickling the heavy dangling sack with the tips of 
my long nails. Already he was leaning back in his 
chair and groaning slightly. It was a lovely cock: 
most cocks are, of course, with their promise of 
pleasure as they enter deep into my love-holes, but 
there is always something special about receiving one 
for the first time. I began to draw it slowly into my 
mouth. It was thick but not long: there would be no 
need to swallow it past my throat muscles. I settled 
down to a session of luxurious sucking, swirling my 
tongue round the sensitive underside. My desire was 
enhanced by the frustration of not yet being allowed 
to be fully nude: perhaps the President had been 
cleverer than I thought. 

Suddenly I became aware that he was speaking to Mr 
Otani. 

"Tell me, what is your relationship with this young 
lady? In private, I mean?" 

"We're very close." 

"Your personal girl, is she?" 

"Yes." 

"How does it feel watching your girl fucking other men 
like that?" 

"Megumi is a wonderful actress and a great sexual 
technician. I'm very proud of her." 

"Yes?" 

"I have never known her tired. When we go to parties 
together, she gives me all the sex I can handle, and 
then I can enjoy seeing her admired and pleasured by 
the others." 

"Interesting." 

I had never heard Mr Otani say such nice things about 
me before. It made me very happy. I suppose that was 
making me suck my partner even more enthusiastically: 
he was close to coming. I made myself slow down so 
that he could enjoy it more, and pulled away from him 
so that the tip of my tongue could explore the 
indentations of his cock-head before thrusting his 
erection deep into my mouth as if I never wanted it to 
leave me. As indeed at that point in sucking a cock I 
never do! He was about to come. I let my tongue swirl 
again round the beautiful thick firmness, and was 
rewarded by the first spurt of cum. He came copiously 
and I held his cum in my mouth, tasting and savouring 
it. If Mr Otani's plans came to anything, I would 
probably have other opportunities of fucking this man 
and I wanted to remember his unique flavour. 

At last it was time to withdraw. I kissed his cock 
good-bye and helped him wipe it dry with tissues from 
a box on the table beside his chair: America seemed 
not to have the system of neatly rolled damp towels 
without which the Japanese sex industry could hardly 
operate. I sat back on my heels and opened my mouth so 
that he could see my tongue still enjoying his cum. 
When at last I had swallowed most of it I put my hands 
on his knees and thanked him modestly for having given 
me such a lovely treat. Then I looked towards the 
President for further instructions. 

"Him next," he said simply, indicating the man on his 
left. 

I stood up and performed a few dance steps, such as I 
used to do when stripping, stroking my body and 
murmuring, "Ooh, this is so lovely!" "Oh, I'm such a 
lucky girl!" then I was on my knees in front of the 
other Vice-President - I never did discover which was 
Production and which was Marketing! - begging him to 
come in my mouth too. His cock was a bit longer than 
the first man's and I was able to show him that I knew 
how to swallow an erection and massage it tightly with 
my gagging throat muscles. He helped me, his hands on 
the back of my head pushing me firmly against his 
belly and thrusting his erection hard down my throat. 
Perhaps that was why he came quite quickly, filling my 
mouth again with the beautiful creamy white liquid 
that I love so much (and that all Japanese girls will 
admit they love if only they are honest). Because I 
felt a bit guilty at having made him come quickly I 
took my time over kissing his cock good-bye, helping 
to wipe it, and telling him how much pleasure he had 
given me and how much I wanted him to do it again to 
my other love-holes. 

"Do you and your friend enjoy spit-roasting girls, 
Sir?" I asked politely before standing up at last. Mr 
Otani had only recently taught me that word and I was 
pleased to be able to use it and show my knowledge of 
English. "You know, one of you in my mouth and the 
other in my pussy or up my arse?" 

"You like having your ass fucked, Megumi?" he said, 
using the American pronunciation. 

"Oh, yes!" I said, looking modestly from him to the 
President and back again. "It's the loveliest 
feeling!" 

I'm afraid this was very sly of me: but I wanted to 
give a hint to the President that all my love-holes 
were at his disposal. Surely he wanted to fuck me 
next? He wouldn't be so unkind as to leave me with 
just the appetisers of the banquet I was enjoying so 
much! I stood in front of him as he looked up at me 
with a knowing and slightly cruel smile which made me 
shiver with excitement. It is always a thrilling 
moment when a new lover reveals his interest in 
sadistic sex. I felt I couldn't wait any longer - I 
let my fingers play with the ties of my little gold 
panties, slowly pulled them apart and tossed the scrap 
of cloth aside. How lovely it felt to be fully nude at 
last! With one hand I stroked the crisp curls of my 
pussy-hair: the other I held out to the President. 

"Please take me, Sir!" I begged. "Please! I want it so 
much!" 

He stood up and removed his clothes. He took my hand, 
then my waist, and we walked towards the bed. At once 
I was seated on the edge, my hands stroking his 
erection. It was unusually long and slender. I knew at 
once what I wanted to do with it - what I wanted it to 
do to me. Surely at parties girls fought for the 
privilege of having their arses penetrated by this 
wonderful instrument! But first I had to take it in my 
mouth. My hands pressing on his buttocks, I drew it 
into me, through my mouth, over my throat, deep inside 
me - would it never end? I kissed the root with my 
tongue, caressed its beautiful length with my throat 
muscles, looked imploringly up at his face hoping for 
reassurance that I was pleasing him. It came: he 
smiled again that slightly cynical, cruel smile which 
had thrilled me so. 

"You having a good time, Megumi?" 

"Mm'mm! Mm'mm!" was all I could say in reply. 

"You want me to fuck your pussy, too?" 

"Mm'mm!" But not only that, I wanted to add. 

"And your ass?" 

"Mm'mm! Mm'mm! Mm'mm!" 

"Okay, then, Get up on the bed. On all fours." 

Slowly he withdrew the beautiful tube of hard flesh 
from my throat and mouth. I scrambled up and got into 
position, my bottom well up and my knees tucked under 
me. How would he begin? I suddenly felt his mouth 
between my legs as his tongue vigorously explored me, 
setting off waves of joy as it moved all the way round 
from my hard, erect clitoris to my arsehole and back 
again. My cunt wept copious juice into his mouth and I 
could feel his throat muscles contract as he swallowed 
it. 

"Is it good, Sir? I asked timidly. 

"Yeah. It's good. Do all Japanese girls taste as good 
as this?" 

"I don't know, Sir. I hope so - if _you_ like it." 

"I do." 

His tongue forced more liquid from my cunt and he 
swallowed it greedily. Then I felt something hard 
pressing against my anus. Surely he couldn't ... no, 
it was a finger, trying me out before ... it reached 
deep, deep inside me, twisting and turning as it went, 
while I screamed with joy. 

"You like that, Megumi?" I heard him ask. 

I was just about able to gasp out yes. 

"Do all Japanese girls like having their asses 
fucked?" 

Another helpless gulp, meaning yes. The finger was 
slowly withdrawn. 

"Don't American girls?" I asked breathlessly once it 
was gone, remembering Sammy's uninhibited delight in 
all forms of sex. 

"Most don't. Or say they don't. Some do. But they 
never ask for it like you. You ready for the big one 
now, Megumi?" 

"Oh, yes! Yes please! Take me, Sir!" I didn't want to 
sound like an American girl. 

The bed rocked as he got into position, kneeling 
behind me. I felt the head of his cock demanding 
entrance. Oh, dear Gods, I thought, help me to take 
him as he is used to being taken ... Yes, my anus 
muscles dilated as they should, and I felt the 
glorious long instrument begin its progress up the 
sleeve that was designed to receive it. On and on it 
went, slow but remorseless, not stopping for a moment, 
pushing a wonderful edge of shining pain before it and 
filling me beyond repletion, beyond happiness even. 

At last it stopped. 

"Oh, please don't stop, Sir!" I begged. "Deeper, 
please, oh please! Deeper!" 

He said nothing, but began to withdraw slowly before 
slamming back deep into my anal passage. Again. And 
again. I was screaming with lust and imminent orgasm. 
His hands were stroking my sensitive breasts, adding 
to my pleasure - and suddenly I felt his strong 
fingers squeezing and pinching my nipples. The extra 
stimulation took me by surprise and I let out a little 
squeal of pleasure before I remembered Mr Otani's 
warning not to reveal my love of pain. 

"You like that?" the President whispered in my ear. 
 
"Yes - no - I think so - yes!" 

The rhythm of his movement increased and I knew it 
could not last much longer. I abandoned all restraint 
and let myself come with all my heart. Suddenly I was 
being turned over onto my back. The wonderful cock 
which had brought me such ecstasy was now seeking to 
enter my mouth. I opened at once and drew it into me 
as deep as I could - not very far in my new position 
but far enough to kiss and lick and suck the first few 
centimetres. I held the rest in my hands, stroking the 
shaft gently. I could feel it begin to swell as the 
load of cum forced its way up from his balls. I closed 
my lips tightly round the tip, not wanting to lose a 
single drop, while my hands continued to milk the 
length of my erection. Yes, _my_ erection: the 
erection I had created by my sexy nakedness; mine; my 
property. At last it burst into my mouth, shot after 
shot of glorious, delicious, thick, creamy cum. My 
mouth filled but I did not swallow, not wanting to 
lose the taste soaking my tongue. And then he 
withdrew. I tried to pull him back, but he was gone. 

I knew what I wanted to do next. I pulled myself 
upright till I was sitting on the bed, smiled up at my 
wonderful lover, and allowed my mouth to open 
slightly. Cum dribbled from between my lips and 
spattered warmly onto my breasts. I opened my mouth 
wider and let him see how full it was. More cum fell 
and I caught it in my hand, showing it to him. I 
didn't want to lose any more and started to swallow, 
smearing the cum in my hand into my breasts to join 
the drops which had fallen there. At last my throat 
was clear enough to let me speak. 

"Oh, thank you, Sir, thank you! That was just 
_beautiful_!" 

"Did you enjoy it, Megumi?" 

"Oh, _yes_! Please fuck my arse again! It's yours 
whenever you want it!" 

"Well, maybe one day. Now, I need to talk to your Mr 
Otani, so you go back to the outer office. Maria will 
look after you." 

Naked apart from my high heels, my breasts glistening 
with the cum I had spread over them, I prepared to 
leave. At the door I turned and bowed low to my 
audience. "Thank you! Oh, _thank_ you!" I murmured. Mr 
Otani hurried after me with my dress. In the outer 
office Maria greeted me with a broad smile. 

"Well, that was a long session, honey. You look as if 
you had a good time!" 

"Yes," I said dreamily. "Yes - they were very good to 
me." 

"And I can see you were good to them. Well, you can 
clean up in there." 

I took my dress from Mr Otani, and vanished into the 
wash-room. It was well equipped, with a shower cubicle 
which I gratefully made full use of. It was quite some 
time before I was ready to face the world: clean, 
fresh and wearing my dress again - my panties, as 
usual, had vanished somewhere but it didn't matter. 

Mr Otani had not returned from his discussions but a 
girl I had not seen before was sitting opposite Maria 
and chatting across her desk. She turned and looked at 
me with astonishment. I bowed and introduced myself. I 
picked up the little jacket of my dress from where I 
had left it. 

"I suppose I'd better put this on again before I 
leave," I said, guessing that it was my naked breasts 
that had surprised the newcomer. 

"Yes," said Maria. "You could get arrested if you go 
outside looking like that." She turned to the 
newcomer. "Megumi's Japanese. She's new to our ways. 
This is an odd country," she continued to me. "I'm 
still surprised by it, though I've lived here years. 
America has the world's biggest porn industry, but if 
a girl flashes a tit in public it's a big deal." 

"How extraordinary!" I replied. "I don't think anyone 
would mind if they saw me like this in Tokyo. They'd 
just think it was a crazy new fashion for young 
people." I looked at myself as best I could in the 
little mirror on the wall. "I wish it was," I added. 
"I rather like it." 

Then Mr Otani entered and hurried me away, leaving the 
newcomer to her own interview with the President and 
his supporters. I wondered naughtily how much they 
would manage to do to her. 

In the taxi to the hotel, Mr Otani assured me the 
presentation and my interview had been a success. 

"I'm glad," I said. "I was nervous at first but they 
soon made me feel at home." 

"I noticed." 

I giggled, and changed the subject. 

"What did they think of _Agent SEX1_?" 

"They'll let us know. It's too soon to expect an 
answer yet." 

I changed the subject back. 

"It seems odd," I said, "to come all this way just to 
fuck three men." 

Mr Otani put his arm round me and, under the approving 
eye of the driver in his mirror, kissed me. 

"There's a couple of hours yet before we have to leave 
for the airport," he said. "Let's make that four, 
shall we?" 

"Mm'mm?" 

"I've brought some of your favourite toys." 

"Mm'mm! Nice." 

== 

I couldn't sleep on the plane back to Tokyo. My bottom 
and thighs were still tingling from Mr Otani's 
attentions: he had whipped me long and lovingly, then 
he had untied me and fucked me in the cunt and mouth, 
and finally he had rewarded me with a whole series of 
strokes from his cane, drawing narrow lines of fire on 
my arse which were still tickling deliciously. And 
behind those pleasures I could still feel something of 
the deep warmth, stretching high up my anal passage, 
from the President's expert penetration of my bottom. 
It had been quite a day, even for me. Wanting the 
varied sensations to last as long as possible, and 
give me something to enjoy on the long flight, I was 
wearing very tight shorts in soft leather. I wore 
nothing underneath, of course, and the leather moulded 
itself to my bottom and rubbed delightfully against my 
sensitive skin at the slightest movement. It felt 
almost as nice as being naked! To match the little 
pants I had chosen knee-high boots with high heels, 
and a sleeveless top short enough to reveal a pretty 
diamante decoration fixed in my navel. I suppose a 
loose skirt would have been a more sensible choice if 
I had wanted to rest during the flight, but I didn't 
feel like being sensible. In any case, the admiration 
and lust my appearance inspired at the airport and on 
the plane were keeping my sensuality nicely on the 
boil. I began to calculate how many hours it must be 
before we reached our Tokyo apartment and I could 
subject myself to Mr Otani, begging him to whip me and 
fuck me all over again. An hour or so with a plane to 
catch and half an eye on the clock is not _nearly_ 
enough. 

Fortunately Mr Otani had more time to pay attention to 
me than on the outward journey. 

"You were good, Megumi," he said, not for the first 
time. "They were very impressed by you. I think 
something important will come of it." 

"I'm glad," I said, squirming discreetly against the 
seat and setting off more delightful spasms of 
pleasure from the lines his cane had engraved. 

"While you were out of the room, they asked me if you 
were into masochism," he went on. 

"I'm not surprised," I said. "The President tested me 
a little while he was fucking me." 

I recalled with a little wriggle his fingers pinching 
my nipples like metal clamps. 

"And what did you say?" 

"I was very discreet, the way you warned me to be. I 
didn't say anything. But I couldn't help reacting. He 
knew I liked it." 

"Good. Well, I told him and his colleagues I would 
talk to you about it and thought you could be 
persuaded." 

I giggled. "You can try," I said, looking up at him 
with a demure but provocative glance. "I'm already 
looking forward to being persuaded very firmly." 

As you know, my masochism had been an essential part 
of my sensuality for years; but one of my fantasies 
was coming to Mr Otani completely innocent and being 
slowly, wonderfully instructed by him in its delights. 
But of course if I had not been an experienced 
masochist and ready to submit to him on that memorable 
day when we first met, my eighteenth birthday, he 
would probably have taken no interest in me. 

Mr Otani smiled in return, and began gently stroking 
my bare thigh. 

"The interesting thing is they think you'd look good 
as a sadist as well as a masochist. As a dominatrix." 

"A domi-?" 

"A dominatrix," he repeated slowly. 

"You mean, a _sadisu-chan_? An _ojosan_?" I asked, 
remembering the current Japanese words for both the 
cute Japanese girl who teases her lover with light 
sadism and the imperious and cruel princess type. "Is 
there a demand for that in America? I know Japanese 
men often enjoy it, but I thought Western men liked to 
fantasise about us Japanese girls as slaves." 

"Oh, their fantasies are much more varied than that," 
he said airily. "I've been doing a lot of research." 

"You did tell your friends about our realism policy, 
didn't you?" 

"Oh, yes. They liked the idea a lot. Most Western porn 
is terribly stagy and artificial." 

"Yes; but are you sure we can find actors willing to 
be whipped for real by a Japanese princess?" 

"Darling, this is America. You can get _anything_ here 
if you pay enough and know where to look." 

"Oh." I found the idea rather exciting. 

"We'll need a really good story-line if they decide to 
go ahead. See what that sexy brain of yours can come 
up with." 

He gave my thigh a last stroke, then stood up and took 
his briefcase from the overhead locker. I looked 
thoughtfully out of the window, and set my imagination 
to work. Probably because my bottom was still tingling 
so nicely, it could at first produce only fantasies of 
being tied up, suspended, subjected to the most 
original and enchanting tortures ... but a picture of 
myself emerged at last, dressed in a few scraps of 
tight black leather and thigh-high boots, teetering on 
impossibly high heels. I looked down at the boots I 
now had on, wiggling my feet and wishing the heels 
were even more extreme. The fantasy Megumi was now 
holding a long whip of plaited leather with - yes - a 
pretty metal tip. A strong, handsome man appeared and 
took the whip from me. I stood before him as he lashed 
me fiercely, squealing and begging for more ... No, 
no! keep that for another time. Concentrate, now ... 
Yes, the man was now kneeling in front of me, hands 
and ankles bound, licking the toes of my boots and 
imploring me to forgive him. Two nearly nude girls 
appeared, also bearing whips. I gestured to them and 
they began to whip my victim while he continued to beg 
for mercy. There seemed to be a cage in the 
background, filled with chained men trembling with 
fear ... Yes, this was coming along nicely. I turned 
to Mr Otani. 

"I think I've got something," I said. "Let me tell you 
before I forget." 

He put down his papers and pulled a pad out of his 
briefcase. 

"Ready." 

"I'm a domi-, domina- ... what did you say?" 

"Dominatrix." 

"Right. I'm wearing high-heeled boots, a tight corset, 
not much else. I have a dungeon in my house where men 
are kept in cages. From time to time I choose a man 
and whip him while the others watch." 

"Good." 

"I think I need a couple of handmaids to help me with 
the men. They could help with the whipping, too. We 
could use Noriko and Midori." 

"Yes, they might do. We'll put them in sexy matching 
outfits." 

"Matsumoto-san will enjoy designing something 
appropriate." 

"Right. Go on." 

"I think," I said, "I need a reason for whipping them. 
Of course, I do it because I'm a sadist and I enjoy 
it, but there has to be some kind of perverted system. 
I wonder ... yes ... how would it be if I use the men 
for my pleasure but they are forbidden to come without 
my permission. And if they do, they are punished." 

"Yes; and you make it almost impossible for them _not_ 
to come." 

I giggled. "Yes, I'm enjoying this! But there won't be 
time for much of that. How would it be ... yes ... 
Noriko and Midori are constantly seducing the men and 
get their sadistic pleasure from teasing them beyond 
endurance; and when they break my rules and come they 
report them to me for punishment." 

"Good strong situation. The men know they will be 
punished if they come; they try desperately not to, 
but Noriko and Midori always win. Then they drag their 
victims to the whipping-frames and tie them up, and 
you whip them as sadistically as you know how. I like 
it. How do we develop the story?" 

"I don't know. Oh, yes I do! Talking it through with 
you is such a help! One day several men are due for 
punishment, and there's a slave revolt. They overpower 
me, take away my whips, tie me to my own torture 
equipment, and take their revenge. We'll have to 
decide whether Noriko and Midori join the revolt, or 
are tied up and whipped too. Anyway, the men all join 
in whipping me." 

"Yes, I knew the little masochist would get her way in 
the end." 

"Don't interrupt or I'll lose the plot. And after I've 
been whipped and tortured exquisitely for a long, long 
time, I suddenly realise that's what I really, really 
want. To be a slave rather than a domina–, _ojosan_, 
princess type. So I beg them to do it to me again and 
again, and we all live happily together ever after." 

Mr Otani finished making notes. 

"I like it," he said. "I'll get a writer to work on it 
as soon as we get back." He leaned across and kissed 
me. "I wouldn't mind playing one of the men myself. 
Suddenly the idea of you as a dominatrix with me as 
your victim seems very attractive." 

It was beginning to sound very attractive to me too. 

"As soon as we get home we'll start rehearsing," I 
said. 


FOOTNOTES

[6] In case you are wondering, we filmed the sequence 
early on a Sunday morning when there wouldn't be many 
people around. It's not that I mind appearing nude in 
public - as you should have learnt by now, I enjoy it 
and find it stimulating - but it's easier to get the 
scene right if there aren't too many uninvited 
spectators around. 


[Next in Part 02: Chapter II: Chiyoko: A Party] 

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