We_Always_Do_It_For_Real.10

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 10

[CHAPTER VII CONTINUED]

I had then so little experience of sex that the new 
fantasies I developed were hardly rooted in reality: 
they were techniques, often discovered by accident, of 
heightening the pleasure of fondling and caressing my 
developing body. Sometimes I imagined passing through 
the mirror, like Alice, to join the watching man, who 
in my fantasy was chained naked to the wall, condemned 
to watch my wanton, lascivious display without ever 
being allowed relief. (I sometimes toyed with the idea 
of giving him relief, but I was so ignorant of the 
mechanics of the process that I was obliged to leave 
him to suffer.) In another bedtime fantasy it was I 
who was in chains, delicately ornamental ones serving 
only to enhance my shining nudity, standing in an 
exotic slave-market with my newly-acquired breasts 
jutting out hard and confident as customers examined, 
probed and tested. If I remained awake long enough I 
continued the fantasy with my purchase and the journey 
to my new home, still proudly naked, through crowded 
streets. The thought of being naked in public, however 
impracticable it seemed outside the slave-market 
scenario, gave me a lovely tingling feeling. 
Occasionally as I lay on the edge of sleep my mind 
would return to the half-forgotten fantasies of my 
early puberty and, unbidden, add a scene of cruel 
whipping for supposed disobedience to my new master 
whom in fact I adored and wanted only to please; and I 
would finally surrender to sleep wondering why 
imagining such pain should send such exquisite spasms 
of pleasure through my warm, relaxed body. 

So when, in the cinema that evening, Ken said 
breathlessly, "Shall we go somewhere?" and I gasped, 
lowered my eyes modestly and didn't say no, I knew 
pretty well what sort of place he meant and what he 
intended we should do when we got there.

The love-hotel he took me to was a simple one, the 
room he hired containing just ordinary motel furniture 
and a double bed - not the elaborate "theme" equipment 
of the more expensive places like the famous Meguro 
Emperor. There couples could pretend to be a Roman 
lord dallying with an obedient slave, a shipwrecked 
sailor on a tropical island rescued by a local maiden, 
a master torturer getting to work on a helpless 
victim, and so on. But there was a video camera and 
player, which Ken lost no time in setting up so that 
our pleasures could be recorded with all his newly 
learnt expertise, and enjoyed again later in 
retrospect. He showed me the notice reminding couples 
to pay for the tape if they took it with them or erase 
it if they did not, and told me that rooms in 
love-hotels were often equipped with specially 
designed players with erase buttons which did not 
work, the joys of unsuspecting happy couples often 
ending up on the "Amateur" shelves of pornographic 
video stores. I noticed that when we left an hour 
later Ken chose to take our tape with him. I sometimes 
wonder what happened to it: does he still keep it for 
his own pleasure? Or, if I become famous one day, will 
he sell it at a high price as _Megumi Kato's First 
Fuck_? 

I won't pretend sex with Ken was the greatest ever but 
he taught me a lot. I learnt how to drive a man 
repeatedly to the brink of ecstasy by sucking his 
cock, flicking my tongue across the sensitive membrane 
on the underside, and then forcing him to hold back 
his orgasm at the last moment by quickly squeezing the 
root of his shaft. I learnt how to make the walls of 
my cunt pulsate and ripple when he was inside me so as 
to increase his pleasure. I did not make much progress 
with arse-fucking, however much he tried to teach me 
to relax my sphincter muscles: I was sure that I was 
just too small for that kind of pleasure. But we 
experimented with tying each other up for sex, and I 
learnt from him a great deal about what clothes to 
wear to attract a man, how to take them off for him, 
and how to achieve that special Japanese feminine 
skill of looking demure and sexually aroused at the 
same time. He taught me the essential lesson that sex 
is the greatest pleasure in life, and that it can and 
should be enjoyed anywhere and in any way one feels 
like it. Even more important, I learnt the great truth 
that wonderful sex is about giving, not taking. If you 
concentrate with all your heart on giving pleasure to 
your partners, they will give it back to you beyond 
your wildest dreams. 

Before long I was visiting him at his tiny apartment 
for sex sessions rather than letting him spend money 
on love-hotels. There was a discreet shop selling sex 
aids and pornography nearby, and we soon built up 
quite a little collection of outrageously sexy outfits 
and kinky bits of equipment. I had to keep all this 
stuff at Ken's apartment of course, as I couldn't take 
it home where my mother might find it. 

Ken was good with his hands and was learning at his 
college to design gadgets for trick photography, 
special effects and so on. One day, when we had been 
playing with dildos bought from the sex aids shop - a 
big, fat vibrating phallus for my cunt and a slim, 
short one shaped like a man's middle finger which was 
the most I could accommodate with pleasure in my arse 
- he suddenly announced that he had an idea. He took 
them off to his college and a few days later proudly 
produced a device he had put together in the workshop 
there. 

The two dildos had been fixed upright to a narrow band 
of cloth which passed between my legs. He had added a 
third device to the band: a small ridged plate 
positioned so that when the dildos were inserted it 
fitted snugly against my clitoris. The ends of the 
band connected to a narrow belt round my waist, 
buckled tightly so that all three devices were held 
firmly and deeply in place. The phallus held 
rechargeable batteries as usual, and wiring hidden in 
the cloth enabled the batteries to drive the 
vibrations of all three devices at once. We decided 
the only possible name for this equipment was Megumi's 
Anti-Chastity Belt. 

Lying buckled into my belt, the three vibrators going 
at full stretch, titillated me so unbearably that I 
was constantly begging Ken to take it off me and give 
me a proper fuck. Tying me up with the machinery 
firmly in place, unable to escape from it and begging 
for full satisfaction, became one of our favourite sex 
games. Sometimes I would take the risk of wearing it 
in public. It was unbearably exciting to walk down the 
street or sit demurely in the subway strapped into my 
belt, without panties of course and wearing only my 
tiniest skirt, trying to conceal my arousal from 
passers-by and fellow-passengers. I began to fantasise 
about being on my own in public like that without Ken 
to protect me, letting myself be picked up by 
strangers and begging them to satisfy me, but I never 
had the courage - then - to do it in reality. 

"I've got something special for us to watch tonight," 
said Ken one day, not long after our relationship had 
begun. He passed me the package. Inside was an adult 
video. I wasn't at all keen. What I'd seen of 
pornography had been sleazy and disagreeable. Thanks 
to Ken I had learnt to see sex as beautiful, a sort of 
miracle you could call up whenever you wanted to, and 
I didn't want to spoil that vision. But Ken insisted 
that the star of the video, Mie Takahashi, was a 
lovely performer; he had seen her other films and 
couldn't wait to enjoy this one. He thought it would 
turn me on too, and when it was over we could make 
wonderful love to each other. So I agreed, privately 
deciding that if I didn't like it I could slip away 
and make some coffee or something. 

Ken was right. It was a lovely film, and Miss 
Takahashi was beautiful. I always think of her as 
"Miss Takahashi" now that I am a beginner at the 
studio where she was once a major star. 

The story of the video was about a girl in an office 
who had had a wonderful sexual experience on her 
holidays which caused her to keep fantasising about 
sex of all kinds. Of course I know now that this is a 
common plot-line in our business because it allows the 
star to be fucked in lots of different ways. Miss 
Takahashi was successively a nurse being raped by a 
doctor; an "office lady" being sexually molested by 
her boss; a stripper exciting an audience by doing 
astonishing things with a beer bottle; a girl playing 
pool in a gorgeous micro-dress and then offering 
herself to the male players on the table, encouraging 
them to take her in the most remarkable ways; and a 
(rather tame, I see now) dominatrix in a brothel. She 
was beautiful, with sensational legs and lovely, firm 
breasts. She did not look entirely Japanese: her 
mother was half Italian or Spanish I think, and her 
breasts were much more provocative than mine will ever 
be. What is more, she did everything with obvious 
pleasure and enthusiasm. Two more things I didn't know 
then were that Miss Takahashi was living up to the 
Marucho slogan "We Always Do It For Real"; and that 
Ken had somehow, perhaps through a contact in the film 
business, got hold of an "unofficial" tape of this 
video without the "mosaic" that has to be superimposed 
on shots of cunts and cocks under Japan’s fuddy-duddy 
censorship. 

All I knew then was that my whole body was beginning 
to share her obvious pleasure in what she was doing, 
and that I was wetter and more aroused than I had ever 
been in my life before. As soon as the video was over 
I fell on Ken, tore his clothes off and insisted that 
he do to me everything that had been done to the 
lovely girl on the screen. 

In bed at home that night I thought, "How lucky she is 
to be able to enjoy all that lovely fucking, and at 
the same time show other people how to fuck better." I 
replayed the video in my mind. The scene of the office 
lady being sexually harassed was very arousing, and I 
fantasised that it was happening to me. But perhaps 
the sad thought that my own future had little more 
than a dull office job to offer planted a little seed 
in my mind. There were after all other professions: to 
be an actress like Miss Takahashi, not only happy 
myself but also making lots of other people happy, 
seemed the sort of opportunity that beckoned only in 
dreams. 

I told Ken I wanted to see all the fuck videos he 
could get his hands on. After a while I became an 
expert in the genre. I knew there were certain videos 
which were well and attractively made, and which 
really turned me on. The best of all starred Miss 
Takahashi. Sometimes I could restrain my own lust long 
enough to sit through the credits at the end and see 
that my favourite videos were often made by a company 
called Marucho, with an address in Shibuya and the 
slogan, "We Always Do It For Real".


CHAPTER VIII

Megumi's Vocation

One evening the little seed planted a few weeks 
earlier burst into flower and I said to Ken, "Do you 
know what I would really like to do when I leave 
school? I'd like to be a fuck film star like Mie 
Takahashi." 

"Of course you would," he said. "I've known that for 
weeks. Have you only just realised the truth about 
yourself?" 

I was furious and punched him. He grabbed my wrists, 
and then things became rather confused and we found 
ourselves re-enacting the scene in which Miss 
Takahashi was raped gloriously on the pool table. 

When order was restored, I said: "But what can I do? I 
dream about it all the time but I don't know where to 
start." 

"Why not start by writing to her? Tell her how much 
you admire her and ask her advice." 

"I can't do that! She'd think I'm a lesbian." 

"You could always tell her in your letter that you're 
not." 

"Don't be ridiculous!" I said. 

But when I thought about it later his idea didn't seem 
so ridiculous, and a few days later I found myself 
writing my first ever fan-letter. I said I hoped Miss 
Takahashi wouldn't think it strange to have a girl as 
an admirer, but I did so love her performances and 
hoped she would understand how much happiness they had 
brought into my life, showing me how wonderful sex 
could be. Then, very daring, I confessed that - thanks 
to her - I had conceived this ambition to be a porn 
film actress myself and wondered if she would be so 
kind as to offer advice to a stranger on how to enter 
the profession. 

A week later I got a reply. Miss Takahashi wasn't at 
all offended at getting a fan-letter from a girl: it 
happened quite often, she said. She was delighted to 
hear that her videos had added something to the sex I 
was having with my lovers (nice of her, I thought, to 
assume I had more than one). It was one of the most 
wonderful things about her work that she could teach 
others how to enjoy themselves while having an 
enjoyable time herself. She was pleased, and touched, 
to hear that her performances had inspired me to want 
to take up the same work. She warned me that there 
were many applications from very keen and talented 
girls and the competition was tough, but promised she 
would pass on my interest to the company's personnel 
department. No doubt I would hear from them soon. She 
enclosed a signed photograph of herself: it was 
lovely, but fortunately not too provocative, and I was 
able to put it up in my room without my mother asking 
any awkward questions. I told her she was a film 
actress I admired and she did not even ask what she 
had appeared in. 

Another week passed, and at last another letter 
arrived. All that week I had felt as if I were waiting 
to hear from a new lover: will I see him today? will 
he call tomorrow? Will he invite me on a date and if 
he does will he want to fuck me? This letter might 
mean a whole new life for me. 

The letter was signed by a Mr Niijima, describing 
himself as Business Manager of the company. He was 
pleased to hear that I was interested in working for 
Marucho. I must understand that the company received 
far more applications than they could accept. But I 
was welcome to complete the application form if I 
wished, and submit the required material. He looked 
forward to hearing from me if I decided to proceed 
further. 

The form was the usual sort of document requesting a 
lot of personal details - some of them _very_ 
personal, which was natural enough in this case, but 
most Japanese companies like to know intimate details 
of the physical appearance and personal life of their 
female applicants. The required supporting material 
consisted of still photographs and a video. The stills 
should include close-ups, shots in favourite outfits, 
full-length nude photos from front and back, close-ups 
of my tits and pussy, and so on. The company kindly 
suggested that to avoid difficulties with the local 
film processing shop I should get these photos taken 
on Polaroids or, better still, send them an 
undeveloped exposed film which they could process in 
their own labs. 

The video was to be in three parts. First, I was to do 
a straightforward strip to camera, and when I was 
completely nude they wanted to see me fondling myself 
and masturbating to orgasm. Secondly, they required a 
fuck scene, nothing too complicated, just me and one 
other boy or girl at my choice. The third part of the 
video was for me to show them my "specialism". There 
was no explanation of what that might be. At the end, 
in small print, the instructions reminded me that all 
photos and videos submitted would become the property 
of the company. They didn't say that, having been 
passed round for the enjoyment of company employees 
and their friends, they would end up in the "Amateur" 
section of the pornography market. You were supposed 
to know that without being told. Still, if I wanted to 
become a great adult video star, there was no point in 
starting by being coy about displaying myself naked 
for the pleasure and stimulation of people I had never 
met. In fact, that was exactly what I longed to do, 
and it gave me a lovely shivery feeling just thinking 
about it. Perhaps I really was a natural for the 
business, as Ken had suggested, even though at the 
time I was angry with him. 


[Next in Part 11: Chapter VIII concluded]

