UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 06

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 06

CHAPTER VI 

Girl Talk

     This is another section which there wasn't room 
     for in the two books telling Megumi's story. I 
     was very sorry to leave it out - not least 
     because I have such happy memories of the two 
     girls dictating their fantasies to me with many 
     interruptions and repetitions. Every man should 
     encourage his girls to tell him what they dream 
     about when they are masturbating. You can then 
     have the fun of trying to make those dreams come 
     true for them; and it will help you understand 
     what is going on behind the innocent eyes of that 
     sweet girl sitting opposite you in the subway 
     with her knees primly together.

"Megumi, please tell me one of your masturbation 
fantasies," said Sammy. "You're so clever, and they 
always give me good dreams." 

"I should have thought you could dream about what 
we've been doing for the past hour," I said severely. 
"Didn't you enjoy it?" 

We were lying together naked in my bed, our arms round 
each other and our legs entangled. We had more or less 
recovered from a pair of splendid orgasms caused by 
making love to each other with a huge double-ended 
dildo we had "borrowed" from the props department. 

"Yes, of _course_ I enjoyed it," said Sammy hurriedly, 
"you are _so_ clever at making love! But you can tell 
such beautiful sexy stories too. Haven't you got one 
for me?" 

"Well, yes," I said, relenting. "But surely it's your 
turn. I've told you several of mine recently, and it's 
high time ..." 

"But mine are so dull compared with yours!" 

"Nonsense! They're sweet. The last one you told me was 
charming. All about an innocent _gaijin_ girl on her 
first visit to Tokyo and how wicked men keep molesting 
her, trying to look down her dress and up her skirt, 
and how it gives her lovely feelings ..." 

Sammy wriggled in embarrassment and covered her face 
with her hands. 

"Come on!" I said remorselessly. "Tell!" 

"If I do," said Sammy from behind her hands, "will you 
tell me yours?" 

"Of course!" 

So this is how Sammy told her story. 

== 

It is summer, and very warm. I am walking through 
Shinjuku, wearing a little green-and-white linen suit 
and white high-heeled sandals. The skirt is very 
short, of course, and quite wide; and the jacket is 
sleeveless and quite low-cut. I think I look very 
pretty in it and it is fairly cool in the summer heat. 
Underneath I am wearing matching green fishnet 
stockings held up by an old-fashioned suspender-belt: 
they feel so much nicer than tights in the warm 
weather. Of course I haven't bothered with panties and 
the occasional breeze playing over my naked pussy and 
bottom feels so nice. I do have a bra, but it's the 
uplift kind: the sort that doesn't cover the breasts, 
just supports them from underneath so they look nice 
peeping out of my low-cut jacket. Men look at me 
appreciatively. I feel pretty and desirable and very 
happy. 

Suddenly I realise I am being followed. I don't mind 
at first: men often turn round when they see me and 
walk behind me for a while so they can enjoy looking 
at my legs. I'm proud of my legs and you know how I 
always wear the shortest possible skirts so as to show 
them off: I like it so much when they are admired. But 
somehow I think I ought to get away from the men - 
there are two, I think - who are following me now. So 
I take an unexpected turn down a side-street. 

But the men don't go on along the main avenue as I 
expected: they turn down the side-street too and 
continue to follow me. Suddenly one of them speeds up 
and gets ahead of me. He turns to face me and stops. 
Of course I stop too, with a little cry. We are alone 
in the street: there are people, lots of people, in 
the main avenue but no one follows us in here. So I am 
all alone with the men. I turn and look at the man 
behind me. Both are big men, muscular, and casually 
dressed. I am frightened, but at the same time rather 
thrilled. I have that lovely feeling that something 
special is going to happen to me, and that whatever it 
is there is nothing I can do to stop it. You know, 
like in a bondage session. 

I turn back to the man who is facing me. 

"Where are you going, sweetheart?" he says, taking me 
by the arm. His fingers feel strong and firm on my 
skin. 

"Down there ... to meet a friend," I say weakly. 

"Lucky friend," says the man behind me. "But you're 
not in a hurry, are you?" 

He takes me by the waist with both hands. His fingers 
almost meet round me. He is very strong. 

"Yes ... I mean no ... I mean yes," I say. 

The first man puts his free hand on my cheek and 
strokes me gently. I beg him to stop, but it feels 
nice. 

"Boy-friend or girl-friend?" he asks. 

"Boy-friend," I say, hoping the thought of a man who 
could come to the rescue will make them cautious. 

"Pity," he says. "If it was a girl, she could join us. 
A foursome would be good." 

The man behind now has his arms round me. The man in 
front starts to stroke my breasts through the cloth of 
my jacket. He fumbles with the buttons. 

"Undo this," he orders. 

"Oh, no, no ..." I beg. 

"Do what I say!" 

"If I do, will you leave me alone?" 

"Undo it and then we'll see." 

Desperately, I release the three buttons. He pushes 
the jacket open. My naked breasts stand out proudly, 
supported by my uplift bra, though they are so firm 
and aroused that they hardly need it. I realise that 
my nipples are hard and erect, revealing the 
excitement I am feeling. It's always the nipples that 
give a girl away, isn't it? I mean, when you are 
begging a man to stop doing something to you - you 
know, tying you up or whipping you or something 
wonderful like that - your erect nipples betray how 
much you are really loving it and want him to go on 
doing it ... 

The man behind takes the jacket by the collar and 
pulls it down over my shoulders. Together they force 
my arms behind me so that they can pull it right off 
me. The man behind swiftly unhooks my bra and tosses 
it aside. I am now naked above the waist in the open 
street. The warm breeze caresses me, excites me. There 
is no doubt about it: I am now deeply aroused. 
Whatever it is they are planning to do to me, I 
desperately want them to do it. 

The man behind is now fondling and pinching my 
breasts. The other man has taken me by the hips and is 
beginning to slide his hands first down my little 
skirt and then up inside. His touch is surprisingly 
tender and delicate. 

"Your boy-friend fuck you well?" he asks. 

I look at him appealingly and say nothing. I want to 
say, "Not as well as _you_ will" - but of course I 
don't. That would spoil the rape fantasy we are all 
three enjoying so much. 

He is now stroking my upper thighs. One hand slides up 
between my legs and the fingers brush the lips of my 
naked pussy. I suddenly realise that my excitement has 
made my cunt fill to overflowing with love-juice. 

"Very nice! Very fruity!" he says. 

He takes his hand away and shows his wet fingers to 
his friend; then licks them. 

"Lucky boy-friend," says the friend. "We like _no-pan_ 
girls who come on dates naked and ready for action - 
don't we just?" 

"Well, we've got one now all right." 

"He'll have to wait his turn." 

For the first time I realise that my fate is settled. 
I am certainly about to be raped. And raped by two men 
at once! I beg them in a little-girl voice to spare 
me, _not_ to do the things I so much want them to do. 
We all three know how much. But it will add to their 
pleasure, and make them fuck me all the more 
beautifully, if I pretend to be a little innocent who 
doesn't yet know what a thrill is in store for her. 

The man in front of me stops playing with my pussy and 
unzips his jeans. He pulls out an enormous erection. 
It is splendid and oh, _so_ beautiful! I can't take my 
eyes off it, and my hands reach for it without my 
willing them to. 

"Like it, do you?" 

"Oh, _yes_!" I say, or rather whisper. 

All pretence of innocence has gone: I am now behaving 
like a totally shameless slut. I have fallen in love 
at first sight with this man's gorgeous cock. And with 
the other man's too, even though I haven't seen it 
yet. I know that if I show these men how I worship 
their cocks and long to surrender to them, that will 
please them and they will treat me well. And fuck me 
well, _so_ well ... 

"Lean forward!" he commands. 

"Oh, it's so _beautiful_!" I murmur as I do so. 

I feel the other man lift my wide skirt up round my 
waist. I move my feet apart and take up a firm stance. 
As my hands caress the lovely cock now pointing at my 
face, and I lick my lips and prepare to do it honour 
by drawing it deep into my mouth, I feel the other 
cock exploring my crotch and seeking the entrance of 
my cunt. 

"Please give me a lovely fucking," I say in my best 
little-girl voice. "Be good to me ... both of you." 

My pussy is soaking with cunt-juice and my mouth 
dripping with saliva. I feel the two men adjust their 
positions as they try to align their cocks with my 
eager love-holes. Both enter me together, deeply, 
smoothly, wonderfully ... I push hard back on the 
glorious cock behind me, forcing it into me up to the 
hilt; and my hands are now pressing the buttocks of 
the man in front as I draw his cock deep into my 
mouth, over my throat, half-way down to my stomach ... 
I am being spit-roasted in the open street, in broad 
daylight. It is the most thrilling experience I have 
ever had. 

The two men are making it clear enough that they are 
loving it too. Their thrusts are quick and rough: that 
after all is part of the pleasure of rape - for girls 
as well as for men. They come quickly and together. I 
gulp down the cum in my mouth, and can feel the 
mingled juices in my cunt dripping onto the ground. 

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" I say as soon as I can 
speak. "That was _so_ lovely!" 

They just grunt in reply, rather like the men who come 
up on stage to fuck me when I am a nude volunteer at a 
strip-club "amateur night". 

"Please do it again! Now! At once!" I beg. "You can't 
leave me like this! Surely you have enough cum left to 
fuck me again?" I add pleadingly. 

I turn round, lean forward again and begin to caress 
the wet, flaccid cock of the man who had been enjoying 
my cunt. To my joy it quickly strengthens again. I 
can't help the other man, now behind me, but surely he 
cannot resist the sight of my wet, gasping pussy. 
Again the two erections snake into me, less aggressive 
this time, their strokes less violent. It takes them 
much longer to come the second time, of course, and at 
one moment I fear we may be interrupted. I hear 
footsteps along the deserted street - is someone going 
to interfere with what we are doing? No: a man's voice 
just says, "Look at that - lucky buggers!" and a 
girl's replies "Ooh, how awful!" in a tone which 
suggests she wishes it were being done to her. They 
pass on. 

At last the three of us reach our second climax 
together. For me it is even better than the first: 
more fulfilling, less exciting but taking me further 
up the ladder to ecstasy. I am so weak when we pull 
apart that I have to lean on my lovers for support. 

"Oh, fantastic!" I say, when I can speak again. "Oh, 
the best double-fuck I have ever had! I wish - oh, I 
wish we could do it a third time!" 

They laugh, and continue rearranging their clothes. I 
can feel the mingled juices tickling me as they pour 
down my thighs from my pussy. I put on my jacket. My 
bra has been trodden into the pavement, so I abandon 
it. 

"If I come here again tomorrow," I say shyly, "at the 
same time ... will you be here?" 

"Don't know," says one of the men. "But I expect 
someone will turn up, soon enough. We'll tell our 
friends." 

"Got a taste for it, have you?" says the other, 
patting my bottom in a friendly manner. 

"Oh, _yes_!" I say. "It was _wonderful_!" 

"Give your boy-friend an extra good one with our 
compliments." 

They disappear up the street, leaving me to make my 
own way down from heaven. 

== 

That was the end of Sammy's masturbation fantasy. I 
had enjoyed it: most girls like to fantasise about 
being raped - and of course a double rape is twice as 
good. At _least_ twice as good. 

"That was lovely, Sammy," I said. Very arousing." 

"Now it's your turn," she said eagerly. "Surely you 
have something exciting to tell me." 

"Well, yes," I said thoughtfully. "This is something 
new - a story I haven't told you before. In fact it's 
a fantasy I invented only the other day." 

"Oooh, lovely! Tell me, tell me!" 

"I thought it was worth passing on to the head 
script-writer - and _he_ liked it a lot, thought it 
would be worth working up into a short scenario for a 
video." 

"Oooh! Can I be in it too?" 

"I don't see why not. It needs several girls." 

"Do you think my story might be suitable for a 
video?" Sammy asked rather shyly. 

"Well ... maybe ..." I said, without really thinking, 
my mind on my own fantasy. But when I saw how downcast 
Sammy looked, I corrected myself: "I don't see why 
not! It has great possibilities." 

"You really think so?" said Sammy, her face 
brightening at once. 

"Yes! We'd start with you getting ready to go out and 
deciding what to wear ..." 

"You mean _I_'d be in the video?" 

"Of course! It's your story. The camera would show you 
choosing your pretty outfit, hesitating about wearing 
panties, then deciding not to ... then nice street 
shots of you walking, your lovely legs, sequencing 
into seeing them from the men's point of view, little 
glimpses up your skirt as the breeze lifts it, shots 
of their pleasure when they realise you are nude 
underneath ..." 

"You're making it even more exciting than I imagined 
it!" 

"Of course we'd have to contrast the two fucks. The 
first time you'd be begging for mercy - our audiences 
like that in rape scenes. But then, when you've been 
fucked the first time and loved it so much, it will be 
you imploring them to do it again ..." 

"Ohhh ..." 

"But now I must tell you my story." 

"Ooh, yes! Tell me! Tell me!" 

"Well," I said, "you know how when business is slack 
the studio sometimes lend us to other establishments 
they owe a favour to - waitress clubs, strip joints 
and so on?" 

"Yes, so when we're nude the customers can fuck us, 
and perhaps buy our videos to remember us by?" 

"That's right. Well, in my story Marucho lend us to a 
company which makes sex-toys. The idea is that they've 
let us have a lot of their products at a very special 
price, and now it's pay-back time. It's the company's 
annual presentation, you see, when they invite all 
their distributors and wholesale customers to inspect 
their new models." 

And this is how I described my fantasy to Sammy. 

== 

The hall where the demonstrations are to take place is 
large enough for several girls to perform 
simultaneously. I am the last to arrive. A respectful 
young employee of the company shows me to my area: he 
clearly knows who I am and is aware of my importance 
in Marucho. I stop briefly to see what the other girls 
are doing. One is lying naked on a low bed crying with 
pleasure as she masturbates with a vibrator. Her 
fingers endlessly slide the humming, wriggling device 
in and out of her cunt as her body's spasms show how 
much she is enjoying it. Like me, she is required to 
perform non-stop for two hours. After that, she will 
be entitled to a break and may take as many of the 
guests as she likes into her shivering, stimulated but 
unsatisfied cunt. 

Another girl, also naked, is standing tautly in her 
high heels, her arms above her head, wrists tied to a 
hook in the ceiling. A whirring machine whips her 
bottom and thighs endlessly, bunches of knotted lashes 
flicking from its spinning centre as she squeals with 
joy. The salesman is showing her audience a set of 
replacement wheels for the machine: some are fitted 
with leather lashes, some with thin strands of 
whipcord. There is even a wheel studded with slender 
canes of birch. Something for my New Year gift season 
wish-list, I think! 

There is already a group of men waiting in the area 
where I am to perform. I step up onto a platform. It 
is carpeted and there are some interesting pieces of 
machinery waiting for me. The young man helps me out 
of my wrap: I am naked underneath of course - apart 
from my high-heeled shoes. There are appreciative 
murmurs from my audience: I smile at them and turn 
slowly a few times so that they can enjoy my nudity 
and I can enjoy their pleasure. 

The young man invites me to lie down on the carpet. It 
is soft and tickles me pleasantly. I lie with my legs 
apart and my knees up while the young man delicately 
fits me with ankle-cuffs and locks them to shackles 
placed in the carpeted floor. Very promising, I think 
to myself: I shall enjoy this. He encourages me to sit 
up and places a padded back-rest for me. Then he 
wheels up a piece of machinery and stands it in front 
of me but below the level of the platform. 

It is time for some sales-talk. The young man swivels 
the machine round again towards the group of customers 
and explains how the long metal arm tipped with a 
dildo can enter and withdraw at any required depth, 
angle and speed, and how the metal band around the 
base can deliver electric shocks at any voltage the 
operator wishes - or in a random pattern. Then he 
explains the controls on the pad attached to the 
machine by a long cable. The operator can hold the pad 
himself, he says; or the girl can use the machine in 
any way she likes for masturbation. 

Then he turns the long arm of the machine to face me 
again. The dildo at its tip is now close to my face 
and I can see it properly. It is a beautifully 
modelled copy of a man's erection in coloured plastic, 
and it is _enormous_. My breath comes fast as I begin 
to realise what it will mean to have this huge 
pleasure-machine inside me. The young man holds me 
gently by the shoulders as the machine advances, and 
quietly invites me to take the dildo in my mouth and 
suck it well. The plastic is resilient but slightly 
soft to the touch of my lips and tongue. 

"Just like the real thing!" I say happily to the young 
man when I have done sucking it. 

He repeats my comment to the audience, who nod 
politely. 

Now the machine withdraws and lowers its arm. Looking 
along my body I can see that it is slowly approaching 
my cunt. The young man encourages me to lean forward, 
take the dildo in my fingers and insert the tip. It 
seems even more huge than it was when I was sucking 
it. I can feel my cunt panting to absorb the whole of 
it. The machine advances slowly until the whole length 
and girth of the dildo is inside me. My cunt muscles 
grip it, release it slightly, grip it again as they 
would a real man. My heart is beginning to beat fast 
and I am breathing irregularly. 

"Is that all right?" asks the young man. 

"Oh, _yes_!" I say eagerly. There is sympathetic 
laughter from the audience. 

Now the young man removes my back-rest and lays my 
upper body gently down on the pleasantly tickling 
carpet. He fits cuffs to my wrists and shackles them 
to the floor. My arms and legs are spread wide but I 
feel amazingly comfortable. I find it wonderfully 
arousing to be so helpless, to be locked by both 
wrists and both ankles to the floor, to know that I am 
at the mercy of the patiently waiting machine and 
cannot escape its attentions. And of course knowing 
that my helpless submission and my endless orgasms 
will be watched by an admiring audience is, as always, 
the greatest sexual stimulation of all. 

The young man begins to address the audience. I can no 
longer see him but I know what is happening. 

"Gentlemen, you can see how happy Megumi is with this 
machine, even though it has not yet started to 
function," I hear him say. "You should find it easy to 
retail to your customers on a sale or return basis. I 
doubt if many will return the machine after they have 
tried it even once." 

He pauses to allow this idea to sink in. 

"Now, let me show you in detail how these buttons 
function. This one starts the penetration cycle." 

Slowly the wonderful dildo withdraws most of the way 
from my cunt, then plunges irresistibly into me again. 

"This controls the intensity of vibration." 

It does, too - gloriously. 

"And then of course the speed control." 

The dildo begins to plunge in and out of me ever more 
rapidly, then slows again. 

"And finally, the special effect our young lady 
customers most enjoy: the electric shock control." 

The dildo is fully inside me at that moment and the 
metal band round the base is tightly in contact with 
the root of my clitoris. The most wonderful tingling 
begins, rising slowly to an excruciating climax as he 
turns the voltage up and up. I begin to groan, 
wriggling on the carpet, begging him "More! More!" 

"You see?" he says to his audience as he turns the 
control down again to zero. "That's the big 
selling-point, don't you agree?" 

I lie quiet on the carpet, longing for the serious 
fucking to begin. I am already in love with this 
machine. 

"Well," I hear the young man say, "who would like to 
be first?" 

Suddenly the machine begins to thrust again, its speed 
and the intensity of its vibration and electric shock 
varying rapidly as the control is passed round the 
audience. Everyone wants to try out the different 
variations and watch their effect on me. I keep crying 
out for more and begging the unseen operators to use 
the highest settings. 

I have been told that my period of duty on this 
fucking-machine will be the same as the other girls', 
two hours, but I guess it is only twenty or thirty 
minutes after I have been shackled to the floor and 
the metal arm has entered me when I feel the machine 
come to a standstill. The young man is at once 
kneeling beside me. 

"Why?" I ask tearfully. There is no need to say 
anything else. 

"Don't worry, Kato-san!" he says. "They've all had a 
go. I just have one more announcement to make, and 
then it's your turn." 

He turns to the audience again. 

"Gentlemen, before I hand over the controls to our 
beautiful performer, I want to show you an additional 
piece of equipment, available to our customers as an 
optional extra. As you can see, it is at one end a 
standard pair of nipple-clamps which fit comfortably 
to the user's breasts in the usual way." 

He bends forward and I feel first one then two metal 
clips fit snugly onto my nipples. To a very limited 
extent their kiss makes up for the loss of the 
stimulation that has been taken away from me. 

"Tighter, please. Tighter," I implore him. 

"Our charming performer would like the clamps adjusted 
to a tighter setting," he says. 

There is applause. Looking down towards my breasts I 
can see his fingers twisting the screws in the clamps. 

"Is that all right?" he asks me quietly. 

"More," I say firmly. 

Again I see his fingers twist the metal screws. He 
looks at me again enquiringly. 

"More," I say again. 

Another twist on each nipple. 

"I'm afraid that's the tightest they will go." 

"Well, it will have to do." 

Already I feel the warm glow from my clamped and 
tortured nipples flowing through my body. I know the 
pain will blend with the pleasure from my cunt to 
create the sexual maelstrom I long for. 

"Won't you turn the machine on again now?" I ask. 

"I just need to plug these leads in," says the young 
man, picking up the cables connected to my 
nipple-clamps and fixing them to the machine. "Now I 
must make sure you know how to use the controls." 

He explains the various buttons to me and I pretend to 
take an interest. But I have only one thing in mind. 

"Yes, I think I understand," I say politely. "But will 
you do something for me? Will you set everything to 
the highest level for me? You know, deepest stroke, 
fastest movement, highest vibration? Then give me the 
control and I'll adjust things from there the way I 
like them." 

"The highest level?" he asks anxiously. 

"That's right. Then if anything is too much for me I 
can adjust it downwards." 

Very likely, I think privately. The only problem is 
whether the highest settings will be good enough for 
me. But I don't want to upset the polite young man. 

"Even the electric shock setting?" 

"_Especially_ the electric shock setting." 

He does what I ask, and places the control in the palm 
of my right hand as it lies pinioned to the carpet. 

"Are you sure that will be all right for you, 
Kato-san? The button here under your thumb is the 
'Confirm' control. When you press that the machine 
will start and use the new settings. But I'll stay 
close to you for a while in case you need any help in 
reducing them." 

I smile at him as nicely as I can from my prone 
position. My thumb hovers over the button. 

"I do think you're wonderful, Kato-san," he says 
suddenly. "No girl has ever demonstrated our products 
so well. I wonder ... I'd like it so much if we could 
see each other again. Privately." 

Is he choosing this moment to ask me for a date? I 
look at him in this new light. He is rather sweet. 

"Only if you can fuck as well as this machine," I say, 
and press the button. 

It takes a few moments for the machine to wind up to 
its highest settings, but then the stimulation of the 
tireless plastic cock begins to spin me into the 
orgasm I crave. The electrified metal band round the 
dildo makes contact with the base of my clitoris at 
its full voltage, then withdraws. Electric shocks to 
my breasts are timed to coincide with the tingling 
from the dildo. I groan with pleasure, knowing that 
just a few more such jolts will have me screaming out 
of control. 

"Are you all right, Kato-san?" I hear the young man 
say, through a gathering haze of lust and orgasm. "Can 
I do anything more for you?" 

I am just able to shake my head and smile weakly. My 
only wish now is to be completely enslaved by this 
wonderful machine. I surrender to its power by tossing 
the control away. It is now beyond the reach of my 
fingers, and the machine is merciless in its endless 
probing and stimulation. 

The last thing I hear before slipping beyond rational 
thought into a paradise of delight is, 

"Oh, by the way, Kato-san, I know you are booked for 
two hours of this machine, but the Marucho studio just 
phoned to say your relief is sick and won't be able to 
come - do you think you can manage four hours 
non-stop?" 

How could I not? I am already hopelessly in love with 
the machine, the best lover I have known. My dream is 
to be its helpless slave for ever and ever. 

== 

"Oh, you are _so_ clever, Megumi!" said Sammy. "_Is_ 
there such a machine?" 

"Well, there isn't at the moment," I said. "But the 
technology is simple enough and the studio will build 
it if they decide to go ahead with my scenario. Then 
you can play with it." 

"Ooh, _lovely_!" 

"Meanwhile we'll just have to make do with this," I 
said, picking up the double-ended dildo. "Come on, 
it's your turn to be on top." 


[Next in Part 07: Chapter VII: Hiroko: Modern Technology]

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