We_Always_Do_It_For_Real.07

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 07

[CHAPTER V CONTINUED]

You see, for most Japanese the really important thing 
is to behave in a way appropriate to the circumstances 
you are in. To be out of step with the rest of the 
group is the real crime. Many Japanese girls, for 
example, can behave like demure little misses because 
mostly that's what is expected of us. But if you put 
us in circumstances where the expected thing is to 
behave like sexually insatiable little sluts, then 
most of us will happily do that instead. The 
difference between us and Western women, I think, is 
that we can change back again. When a Western woman 
loses her virginity and starts screwing around, she 
seems to say to herself, "Well, that's that, there's 
no going back, I've started a new phase in my life." 
But we can always go back. There would be girls at the 
Lloyds' party that night, deliciously nude and wanton, 
imploring the male guests to fuck them, or begging to 
be the meat in a sex sandwich and have all three of 
their love-holes stuffed at once, who at work the next 
day would be apparently innocent, never-been-kissed 
little office virgins, respectfully making the tea for 
their masters. And they would do that just as 
sincerely as they had devoted themselves to shameless 
sexuality the night before. Different circumstances 
require different behaviour, if you are to avoid the 
crime of being inappropriate. 

Personally, as you'll have gathered if you have read 
this far, I am not by nature a demure little miss. I 
am much happier being a slut, which is why I found a 
career where that is the expected thing, and I can be 
admired for being so good at it. But I can play the 
virgin bride too if required, and put my heart into it 
just as truly. I think the reason you Western men are 
so fascinated by Japanese girls is not just because 
we're sexier and prettier and more pleasing than 
Western women - though we are, of course - but 
because, even when we're fucking our brains out with 
you, we are still potential virgins, housewives, 
mothers or whatever else we may be expected to be in 
different circumstances. The more perceptive of you 
can see it, and it really turns you on. If you ask a 
Japanese girl at a sex party _why_ she is giving 
herself so willingly, she will blush and say, as if it 
were the most natural thing possible, "Oh, but I enjoy 
it so much ..." A _gaijin_ lover once told me he found 
that combination of shameless sensuality and a pretty 
blush incredibly arousing. 

Anyway, I knew Mr Lloyd and Kazuko had a party that 
night, at which some business visitors were to be 
given the time of their lives, because I'd been asked 
to volunteer for duty at it. I had refused, as I was 
entitled to do, because I had earned an extra day off. 
But when I thought of suggesting to Bob that we could 
go together and he agreed, I rang the studio and got 
Kazuko's number from Reiko the receptionist, called 
her and asked her if she'd let me come after all and 
bring him. I didn't really know Mr Lloyd - though I 
was pretty sure he'd had me a few times at his parties 
- but I told Kazuko I particularly wanted him to 
understand that I was gate-crashing their party as a 
guest. If he thought I was there on duty, and saw me 
sticking mostly to my partner instead of making sure 
his special visitors got their turn at fucking me, he 
might well complain to the studio, and it would be too 
complicated to explain. Kazuko said we'd be most 
welcome and promised she'd set him right. 

Once that was sorted out, I started thinking about 
what to do until then. It was now getting on for 
lunch-time. Judging by the efforts Bob was making to 
get me back to bed, he was still pretty virile, but he 
was going to need all his strength for the party. 
Somehow I had to keep him off me till then and stoke 
up his appetite nicely so that he'd do me credit 
later. So I suggested we might spend the afternoon 
looking at the shops. I thought if we were always 
where lots of other people were, he'd have to behave. 
Rather to my surprise he agreed. 

The next problem was what to wear for the shopping 
trip. Bob dressed quickly and left me alone to go 
through the scanty wardrobe Matsumoto-san had 
provided. There was one dress that was just ideal for 
the evening - or for the early stages of the evening: 
later I wouldn't be wearing anything, of course. But 
I'd already worn everything else. Finally I decided 
the previous evening's black dress would have to make 
do again. It was a bit dressy for daytime, but not too 
much, and I really liked the way I looked in the tiny, 
tight skirt. So that was settled. I sorted out my hair 
and make-up, eased myself naked into the tight dress -
I had decided the soft, thin material looked and felt 
so much better without anything underneath to show 
lines - stepped into the silver high-heeled sandals, 
and was ready. 

We had a pleasant, if rather frustrating, afternoon in 
the spring sunshine, mingling with the crowds of 
shoppers. The feeling of nakedness under my pretty 
minidress, and the cool breezes caressing my bare back 
and sliding around my pussy, made me as randy as I 
have ever been. Several times I almost suggested that 
we stop off at a love hotel and spend an hour 
scratching the intolerable itch I was sure we both 
felt, but reminded myself this abstinence would be 
rewarded by non-stop fucking in the evening. 

We started with the big department stores in the 
Ginza, and then took the subway to Omotesando, a big 
wide street which leads up to the Meiji Shrine near 
Shibuya, where the younger people's boutiques and 
cafes are. The subway was pretty empty at that time of 
day and for one stop we had our carriage to ourselves. 
As soon as the train left the station Bob unzipped his 
jeans, threw me across his lap with my sexy little 
skirt pushed up round my waist, and thrust his 
insatiable cock straight into my wet cunt. But the 
stations on that line are close together and there was 
only time for a brief, frustrating visit before the 
doors were opening again and we were trying to look as 
if nothing had happened. 

The frustration only increased our need for each other 
and all the time in Omotesando Bob was holding me, 
stroking me, touching me and I was responding to him, 
as we walked with crowds of young couples doing much 
the same thing, though more discreetly and shyly. Only 
a few hours to wait. 


CHAPTER VI

What Happened at Roido-san's Party

Keeping Bob off me, and still on the boil, as we got 
ready for the party was a real struggle, not least as 
my eager, soaking cunt was entirely on his side. I 
think I somehow persuaded him we were short of time 
and that our hosts would be angry with us if we were 
any later than we were already. The party was indeed 
well warmed up when we got there, though for the 
moment everyone still seemed to have clothes on. 

"Lovely dress, Megumi-san," said Mr Lloyd as I thanked 
him for letting us come at the last minute. 

I too was pleased with the way I looked, and even more 
pleased with the effect it was obviously having on 
Bob. Matsumoto-san's special party number was cut from 
plastic-coated elastic material and must have been 
made for some latex epic. It was a sort of cherry red, 
low over my breasts and short in the skirt, fastened 
down the front with a broad zip with a handle shaped 
like a downward-pointing arrow (just in case any man 
was too stupid to get the idea for himself). It was so 
tight, and the material so stretched, that it looked 
as if it had been sprayed onto me; in fact my breasts 
were squeezed flatter than I really liked, but I had 
found by experiment that I only needed to lower the 
zip a few centimetres to expose them completely as the 
elastic material sprang back, turning the garment into 
a delightfully topless minidress. I was looking 
forward to staging that transformation, as a step 
towards the real business of the evening. Once again, 
the black high-heeled shoes, one slightly taller than 
the other, were giving my walk a sexy wiggle; while 
the constant slight rubbing of the tight plastic skirt 
against my naked bottom and pussy was making me 
wonderfully wet. 

"Lend me your hanky," I said, "the love-juice is 
dripping down my thighs." 

I do recommend that line to any girl wanting to break 
the ice with a shy partner. Not that Bob was shy. If I 
had not skipped nimbly away from him the party would 
have got out of control sooner than our hosts had 
planned. 

The house was already quite full of people. There was 
a small dance-floor, with loud music and flashing 
disco lights. The floor was crowded. Across the room I 
caught the eye of Midori, another girl from Marucho, 
and she looked a question at me. I shook my head 
slightly in reply and pointed at Bob: I hoped she got 
the message that I was there not to work but as an 
invited guest, and with my own lover for the evening. 
To begin with, at least. 

It was less crowded and hot outside. Buffet tables and 
a bar had been set up on the terrace, and mattresses 
laid out on the lawn - even though the people standing 
there in couples had not yet begun to use them. The 
garden was well lit, and I knew from previous 
experience that technicians from the company providing 
the equipment would soon be directing spot-light beams 
onto screwing couples so that other guests could enjoy 
watching them. Privacy was not encouraged at the 
Lloyds' parties. My heart began to pound at the 
thought that we two would soon be showing off our 
mutual lust before an appreciative audience. 

There was a sudden burst of laughter and clapping from 
the room behind us. The party was getting going at 
last: Mr Lloyd had suggested to my professional 
colleagues that his guests were now ready for 
something more enjoyable than cocktail chatter and 
dancing. A laughing couple ran out hand-in-hand from 
the tall open windows, the girl's young, firm body 
deliciously nude apart from her high-heeled shoes. 
They stopped at one of the mattresses: quickly she 
knelt down, pulled down her partner's trousers and 
underpants, and began to suck his cock vigorously, 
coating it with her saliva. He groaned with pleasure 
and held her head against his groin, taking the 
initiative from her and fucking her mouth rather than 
letting her suck him. But before he could lose control 
and start to come she pulled away from him and fell 
forward onto the mattress, her rump provocatively 
presented to him as she knelt. He quickly shed his 
shoes and trousers, and took up position kneeling 
behind her in only his unbuttoned shirt. For a while 
his fingers caressed and probed her soaking cunt, 
making sure she was ready to receive him. Then, 
seizing her upper thighs, he penetrated her with a 
single massive thrust. 

"Oh, give it to me! Fuck my cunt! Oh, fuck it 
_hard_!" she cried in her joy. He began to pump 
slowly, out and in, out and in, his well-lubricated 
cock shining clearly in the light of the spot now 
trained on the pair of them. She raised her upper body 
on her elbows, lifting her head, begging for more as 
her face showed the ecstasy she was feeling. It did 
not take them long to come, and they collapsed onto 
the mattress, the man cuddling her from behind and 
thanking her incoherently for the pleasure she had 
given him. 

A girl near me, obviously a genuine guest attending 
such a party for the first time, looked shyly up at 
her companion and breathed, "She looked so happy! If I 
... if I take my dress off, will you do ... do that to 
me too?" He took her in his arms and began to ease the 
zip down her back while she snuggled sexily against 
him. 

The heady aroma of sex and pleasure hung in the air 
and began to work its magic. For a moment I longed to 
watch the new couple. I wanted to see the beginner 
lose her shyness and learn to be wanton as she tasted 
the happiness of exhibiting her fresh young nakedness 
before the rest of us, urging her lover to fuck her 
without reserve for our pleasure as well as her own 
and his. It sounds sentimental, I know, but a girl's 
first time in public is a very special moment and I 
love to watch her enjoying it and to share in her 
happiness. But I had more urgent matters to attend to. 
Quickly I started to unzip my dress, giving my breasts 
to Bob for his hands and eyes to wander over, teasing 
my nipples erect now they were freed from the pressure 
of the tight material. 

One of Mr Lloyd's foreign visitors staggered laughing 
onto the lawn, carrying a squirming naked girl in his 
arms. He put her down on the nearest vacant mattress 
and she quickly helped him undress. Soon she was 
squatting over his mouth, facing down his body, his 
hands firm on her hips as she rose and fell over his 
face and his tongue fucked her pussy. Another excited 
girl ran up, eagerly stripping as she prepared to 
mount him too, taking his unoccupied cock into her 
cunt. As I turned back to Bob, the two girls were 
leaning towards each other, kissing passionately as 
they harmonised the rhythm with which they rode their 
willing victim together. 

I felt I couldn't wait a moment longer. I took Bob's 
hands and made them pull my dress apart. The fastener 
opened and the tight, elastic material sprang back. As 
the arrow-shaped handle reached my crotch I shrugged 
what was left of the dress from my shoulders and let 
it fall unregarded behind me on the grass. I was now 
naked except for my black high-heeled shoes. 

"Darling, please take me!" I said. "You can do 
anything you like to me. I want it all. Just take me. 
Do it now!" 

"So now I get my revenge for having been teased all 
afternoon?" 

"Yes!" I said, "you get your revenge. And I get my 
reward for having teased you!" 

He half carried, half dragged me to the nearest 
mattress. I was so light-headed with lust my legs 
could hardly have taken me that far on my own. His 
trousers and shirt were off in a moment, and I 
remember noticing that he wore no underpants - wanting 
to be ready that much quicker when the moment arrived. 
He was on top of me, his arms holding my slender 
eighteen-year-old body, taking the weight on his 
elbows. I was so wet that he needed no lubrication, 
and forced his cock into my gasping cunt in a single 
fierce movement. I cried out with delight at the rapid 
and forceful violation: I had told him to do anything 
to me he wanted, and he was taking me at my word. 

We were so wild for each other there was no way either 
of us could have held back our orgasms: it took just a 
few strokes of Bob's cock to bring us both to 
screaming, roaring climaxes. My cunt was again full of 
his hot, creamy fuck and I felt it begin to trickle 
out again and, now mixed with my own juices, drip 
between my legs. 

As soon as he recovered he pulled out and told me 
harshly, "Turn over. Knees up. I want your arse."


[Next in Part 08: Chapter VI concluded] 