ALL I EVER WANTED 11 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST CHAPTER XI Back to Work The phone rang. My fingers reluctantly stopped playing with the soft golden hair decorating Sammy's pussy, and I reached for the bedside extension. Mr Niijima, Marucho's Business Manager, always gave the impression of knowing exactly what I had been doing before picking up the phone, and of disapproving of it. Nonetheless I would normally have been delighted at his news. I was wanted for work that evening at a party. The host was someone we girls knew as Roido-san, but his real name was Lloyd and he was a rich American businessman. He often gave sex parties at his big house to entertain his guests and his foreign visitors, usually inviting a mix of people: most with plenty of experience of such parties but also some innocent newcomers who were there to be introduced to the pleasures of party sex. Along with hiring the caterers and barmen he usually arranged for a few girls from Marucho and other studios and agencies to be there. He especially liked to have Marucho girls to help at his events because he had met his wife Kazuko when she was one of our actresses, and anyway it was in our contracts that we had to perform at sex parties as required by the studio. We were there to set an example to the others, getting the party off to a good start by stripping naked and joyfully offering ourselves to anyone who wanted us. The guests who had been there before were eagerly waiting for that moment; and it was lovely to see how quickly even the innocent and inexperienced girls overcame their shyness and joined in the nudity and fucking with enthusiasm.[6] Of course when Mr Niijima told me I was wanted, I asked if Sammy could go too. "Certainly not," he said. "I am surprised that you should suggest such a thing. The client has specifically asked for certain girls, as he is entitled to do, and it is not our business to make other suggestions." "But Mr and Mrs Lloyd are always so kind, and if I ask them personally ..." "You are to do no such thing, Kato-kun. I cannot risk having an important client upset like that. In any case Miss West is not under contract to Marucho so her involvement would be entirely inappropriate." With that he told me the time and place of the party and hung up. I adore sex parties, whether I am there to work or to enjoy myself as a guest - not that there is much difference! I can never get enough of showing myself off nude in public, of course, but there is something special about doing it at a party, with no stage or curtain to separate me from my audience. Being shamelessly naked among people who are still fully dressed - happily and apparently spontaneously displaying my nudity to them all - gives me a simply heavenly feeling. It is wonderful to have no idea what is going to be done to me by whom, just to be certain that whatever it is I will love every moment of it. At times like that I silently thank the Gods that I was made to be a girl, with a body men find attractive and with an insatiable desire to be fucked. Sex is so wonderful: it is the only appetite that never stops growing. When you eat and drink, you don't really want any more till you are hungry and thirsty again. But the more sex I have, the more I want; and the more I want, the more I seem to get. I do not know why the Gods have been so good to me, but I try to thank them by making as much use of their gift as I can. But just for once I wasn't in the mood for a party - at least, not for going to one on my own. It would have been so nice to go with Sammy, and I knew it was only Mr Niijima's meanness not to let me take her. If I asked Kazuko Lloyd, she was sure to say there was plenty of room for another girl, especially one as fresh and sexy as Sammy. I told her what had happened and suggested that I should ignore Mr Niijima and take her with me. "Oh, no, Megumi, you must do what he says!" she exclaimed. "I don't want you to get into trouble. You go and have a lovely time, and I'll look after myself." "But it won't be any fun without you." "Oh, yes it will. You'll have lots of fun. And I'll have a nice evening too, you wait and see." "Sure?" "Yes, sure." She kissed me. "Now, you were just about to do something specially nice to me when that phone rang." "How did you know?" "You had that thoughtful look on your face which always means you're planning something really sexy." Later I put some clothes on and walked over to the studio to talk to Matsumoto-san in the costume department about what I should wear. I love to arrive at a party in a pretty sexy dress, even - or especially! - when I am not expecting to wear it for long. My dear friend had lots of nice things for me to try on, but somehow nothing satisfied me. I suppose I was still upset about Sammy, and it prevented me from looking forward to the party as I normally would. At last I decided to do something original, and wear clothes I wouldn't need to take off. Matsumoto-san found me an outfit all in shiny black material: skin-tight thigh-boots with the highest possible stiletto heels, and matching long gloves. A collar in the same glistening material fitted snugly round my neck. Then I added a delightful black bondage corset. It left my breasts and arse uncovered and was fastened across the front by a series of straps and buckles. The costume was of course an old-fashioned cliche of sexiness, and I suppose the fantasy I had been relating to Sammy when the phone rang influenced my choice, but dressed like that a girl can drive men wild with lust - men are often very conventional in the things that arouse them sexually! I hesitated for a while about adding a little black g-string to take off, but then decided it would be more fun to offer myself to Roido-san's guests completely ready for action. When the time came, Sammy helped me into my outfit, lightly powdering my arms and legs so that they could slide smoothly into their shiny, black second skin. We did up the corset as best we could, and as I looked at myself critically in the bedroom mirror I was pleased with the way my tightly squeezed waist seemed to emphasise the firm curves of my breasts and bottom. Soon I would be begging my lovers to tighten the bonds further, giving me that heavenly feeling of breathlessness and helplessness which so enhances a girl's sexual pleasure. "Are you sure you'll be all right, Sammy?" I asked anxiously. "Of course! I'm going out on my own tonight." "Well, have a lovely time." "You too." We kissed, I slipped a short coat over my costume and walked up to the main road at the top of our little street in search of a taxi. I was deliberately planning to arrive a little late at the party, so that I could time my entrance just as the first girls were showing themselves naked and ready for the first fuck of the evening. Roido-san came over to me looking a bit annoyed at my lateness when he saw me arrive, but realised what I was planning when I took off my coat in the entrance-hall. "That's nice, Megumi!" he said. "Wait here a moment and I'll tell you when to make your entrance." In the big room I could see girls stripping under the spots directed onto them by the lighting technicians. The men were cheering and applauding. Many of the other girls - the "real" guests, if you see what I mean - were beginning to undress too, eager to join the fun they knew was coming; while others looked startled at first, their sexuality then stirring and their desire prickling them as they at last took in what kind of party they had been invited to. Once a girl was naked she did not have to wait long to be claimed, and the first-time guests too began to form couples - embracing, swaying together to the music, hands and mouths exploring each other's bodies. Roido-san gestured to me to join in, and I stood for a few moments displaying myself with mock innocence under the lights before happily allowing him to claim the host's privilege as the first to take me. An hour or so later I found myself on my hands and knees, enjoying that sublime feeling of perfect fullness which comes to a girl whose arse-hole is tightly plugged by the biggest erection she can take. My lover of the moment was very big indeed and it had taken me a while to draw his full, thick length fully into me. Now it was there, and felt so _right_, as if that was where it belonged for ever - a girl who has not been arse-fucked (like Sammy, I suddenly remembered, but we were going to put that right) is missing one of the most beautiful experiences sex has to offer. My lover was considerate and took his time, sending me into ecstasies of pleasure as he rocked gently within the tightly stretched glove of my anal passage, his hands gripping my now cruelly constricting corset, torturing me exquisitely as he squeezed my tiny waist even further. He was happy to share me, too: as I knelt, nailed helplessly into place by his cock, three men in succession had offered their erections to my face and rewarded the work of my lips and tongue by filling my mouth with delicious spurts of cum. I was beginning to signal anxiously to a fourth man when I suddenly felt my lover begin to move more rapidly within my arse. He could postpone his orgasm no longer and the increased friction in my delicate passage soon began to heighten my pleasure. At last I experienced, as I knew I would, a heavenly extra tightness as his cum forced its way along his firmly embedded cock and shot hotly up into me. We came beautifully together, whimpering with pleasure as those watching applauded our performance. At last he left me, and with creamy white cum dribbling from my anus and splashed on my face and breasts I retreated for a while to the ladies' room. I relaxed the cruel bonds of my corset a little - it would be so nice to feel them tightened again later with all a man's strength - and peeled off my gloves. I cleaned myself and attended to my hair and make-up. Now I was ready to start all over again. My skin was still a little damp and I had quite a struggle getting the gloves on, but at last I was satisfied with their smooth, skin-tight fit. On my way back to the party I stopped briefly at the bar for a glass of sparkling water to wash down the cum which was beginning to clog my throat. There was another girl at the bar, and when the barman had handed me my glass I looked her over. She seemed very young, and did not look as happy as a girl at a sex party should do. She was perched on a stool with her back to the bar, intently watching the happy couples and threesomes embracing and screwing in front of her. Her short yellow dress had probably never been intended to cover her bottom fully in any case, but in her position on the bar-stool the hem offered a full view of the little crimson g-string nestling between her legs. Her hair was twisted into two bunches, tied with matching crimson ribbons. There was a glass on the bar beside her. I reached over and smelt the contents. "You shouldn't be drinking whisky," I said; then, turning to the barman, "give her a diet Coke." She looked at me. There were marks of tears on her cheeks. "I don't like it, really," she said, "but I thought it might make me feel happier." I paused for a moment, deciding which possible cause of unhappiness to investigate first. "How old are you?” I asked. "Seventeen." Well, perhaps. More like sixteen at most, I thought. At nearly nineteen I felt a whole generation older. "What's your name?" "Emi. Well, Emiko, but everyone calls me Emi." "Still a virgin?" "N-no, not really." I couldn't help smiling. Hesitantly, she smiled back, her hands clutching her Coke glass. "And how do you come to be not really a virgin?" "Well, I went with a boy a few times. I didn't much enjoy what he did to me, but at least I had a boyfriend. Until he decided he didn't like me any more." She sniffed, and her eyes began to fill with tears. She sounded very like myself at sixteen. "So you came here to see if you would enjoy it better with someone else?" I indicated the clothes she was wearing, obviously chosen with such high hopes of attracting a lover. "Yes. Some of my schoolf - some of my friends were coming tonight, and brought me. They lent me things to wear ... I've never had a pretty dress like this before ... they said I would enjoy myself." "And are you enjoying yourself?" "No." She put down her glass and looked at me again. "But _you_ were having such a lovely time. I saw you." She seemed almost indignant at the unfairness of life. She hesitated a moment, then plunged into a question which she obviously could not hold back any longer. "Was it really nice, what that man did to you - to your ... to your bottom?" "Heavenly," I said firmly. "One of the loveliest things in the world. One day, Emi-san, you'll find out." She gasped and blushed furiously. "Do you really think I will?" "Of course. Stand up and let me take a proper look at you," I ordered. She slithered down off her bar-stool, then, realising that her skirt was now round her waist, hastily pulled it down over the upper curves of her bottom. "Don't do that," I said, "or at least not so obviously. Arms above your head. Now lower them slowly. Put your hands on your hips and smooth your skirt gradually. Don't yank at the hem like you did before." She gazed at me with fascination as she carried out my instructions. I could already see what was wrong. The yellow dress was doing her no good at all. The tiny skirt, and the little cut-out windows higher up - not revealing her breasts, but showing that she could be wearing no bra - were pretty ideas but the garment was badly made: baggy and lumpy where it needed to be skin-tight, and stretched between the seams where it fitted closely. "Let me see you walk." She took a few steps away from me, then returned. That was all right. Someone had shown her how to walk in high-heels; or else, as some girls do, she knew instinctively how to make the most of them. Her legs were still a little plump but the shape was good, and the tall heels stretched her calves and thighs taut, firming the flesh nicely. "Now take your dress off for me," I said when she was facing me again. Her eyes and mouth opened wide, and her hands instinctively flew to shield her breasts. "Haven't you been longing all evening for someone to ask you to do that?" "Yes, of course," she said, almost soundlessly. She reached round and tugged the zip fastener down her back as far as she could manage, then pulled her dress down her body and stepped out of it in a flurry of pink elbows and knees. She stood hugging it against her. "Oh, Emi-san!" I said, "you have so much to learn! Never mind," I added hurriedly as her eyes brimmed with tears, "I'll teach you. Now, listen carefully. My name is Megumi Kato." It was obvious she had never heard of me: pornographic videos had not yet become part of her sex-life. "If you ask Roido-san, he will tell you where I work and give you my phone number." It would be a good test of whether she really wanted to learn: if she did, she would overcome the embarrassment of asking. "Next time you are invited to a party like this, call me, and we'll have a session together first. I can lend you lovely clothes and show you how to wear them - and how to take them off." She gazed at me intently, her lips repeating "Megumi Kato" so as not to forget. "Put your dress on and let's see you try again. Here, let me help you. Now, stand up straight and undo the zip slowly. That's right. Lips a bit apart, a little smile - imagine I'm your lover, the one man - or girl - in all the world you most want to please. Now pull the front of the dress gently forward over your shoulders with the fingers of both hands, and let it fall naturally." She had beautifully firm young breasts, quite large for a Japanese girl and, I guessed, still growing. It was a terrible shame she had been so disappointed at this party. It could have been a great experience for her. Perhaps it still could be. "Smile. You're enjoying this, showing yourself off. Put your hands on your hips, and slowly ease the dress over them. Keep your legs together but move your hips and knees just slightly in time to the music. Now you're a stripper in a bar, making the audience wait for it. That's right. When it starts to fall, let it go. Good. Now step out of it, a big step to one side, and let them enjoy looking at you. After all, you're nearly naked now and that's what you love most, isn't it, showing yourself off? Now pick the dress up - keep your legs together and bend from the knees. Let the dress dangle from one hand for a moment, then toss it to one side - you know, as if you never want to see it again." It was a remarkably good performance for a beginner, and I told her so. I guessed that, sitting lonely at the bar, she had been watching carefully how the other girls stripped, hoping not to seem inexperienced when at last she attracted lovers and her turn came to show off her nakedness. I suddenly realised that two men had been watching Emi's performance and were now standing close behind her. I didn't want her to notice them yet and held her gaze, willing the men to leave her alone for just a little longer. I stepped forward and took her firm young breasts in my hands, tweaking the nipples erect with my gloved fingers. "Always make sure your nipples are erect when you show off your breasts," I told her. "Actually you only have to think about sex for a moment and they'll erect themselves, but you want them to be really hard and pointed. They look very pretty like that, and it shows your lovers how aroused you are." I held her with both hands on her waist for a moment. She was breathing heavily now, and I could feel how fast her heart was beating. I risked a slight gesture to the men behind her, begging for a few moments' more patience. One was naked while the other wore a towelling robe open down the front. Both were splendidly erect. Lucky Emi: I hoped she would be able to manage. Just a few more lessons and she would be ready for them. "Undo your hair," I said. She pulled the crimson bows apart and untwisted the bunches of hair, running her fingers through them. Her hair was quite long when left to itself. "Toss it back over your shoulders - don't let it cover your breasts. They're too pretty to hide. Now, put one hand on your bottom and stroke yourself gently. Put your head on one side and let your cheek rest on your shoulder. Fiddle with your hair with your other hand, then caress your breasts. You know what you're doing, don't you? You're sending out messages which say, 'I want to be touched'." "Oh, but I _do_!" said Emi softly. "So much! I'm sort of shivering all over." Almost ready, Emi dear, I thought. It's time you saw what's waiting for you. "Turn round slowly," I said. She gasped as she saw the two men smiling at her, ready to take her. Shyly, she lowered her gaze; then her eyes widened, fascinated by their erections. She raised her head again, and - as if it was the most natural thing in the world - began to sketch out the "I want to be touched" messages I had taught her. I stepped forward and took up position behind her left shoulder. "Just one more thing, Emi-san," I murmured. "Take off your g-string. You don't need it any more. It's time for you to be completely naked. Something inside you is telling you that - isn't it?" She looked at me, startled, then faced the men again. I went on murmuring to her, tempting her to do what I knew she so much longed to do. "Wouldn't you like to be nude? Really nude, for them? Let them see how beautiful you are when you're absolutely naked? They will do such lovely things to you! Show them what a sexy little girl you are. Do it for them. And for all the other lovers you'll have tonight. Be nude for them, completely nude. You know how much you're longing to." Her eyes were closed, and she was letting out little groans of desire. I could tell she was desperate to display herself fully, to surrender entirely to the new life waiting for her, but some instinct was telling her to hold back a little longer while she still could. Soon her desire would take over completely and she would be helpless to resist. "Show them your cunt," I whispered. "Every man in the room is dying to see you naked. You can be the girl they all want to have. The girl you want to be. A sexy nude girl shamelessly displaying herself, offering herself, giving herself. Like all the other girls are doing, but _you_ will be the nudest, the sexiest, the most desired. You've been dreaming of that all evening, haven’t you?" She was panting with excitement now, overwhelmed by the need to take the step from immature schoolgirl to sexually active young woman: to display her nudity for all - including herself - to enjoy, to cast aside for ever the little g-string, her final minute scrap of unwanted modesty. Somehow she knew what to do: holding the tiny crimson triangle in place, first with one hand and then with the other, she slowly pulled apart the little bows on her hips. Then it was gone, tossed away to join her dress for ever. "Very good, Emi-san! Isn't it lovely to be nude? _Totally_ nude? Don't you long to be nude always, naked, shameless, wherever there is an audience to enjoy looking at you?" I could just hear her whisper "Yes, oh _yes_!" "Now stroke your pussy for me. For them." Her hand fluttered down the smooth skin of her stomach and her fingertips disappeared among her crisp black curls. "Is it wet?" I asked. "Is your pussy dripping with love-juice?" She threw me a happy smile over her shoulder and, blushing prettily, nodded. I couldn't resist gently stroking the smooth curve of her bottom. Her eager flesh quivered with excitement. "You're ready now," I whispered. "It's all waiting for you. It's yours! It's what you are made for. Go and take it. Enjoy it - all of it." Impulsively she stretched out her hands to the men. I felt a twinge of jealousy at the pleasure they would have in teaching her all the things she was so longing to learn. "Oh, _please_ take me!" she begged. "Show me what to do. I've never done it before, but I want to do _everything_. Please teach me!" Gently they drew the excited girl into the happy crowd, lovely in her new-found nakedness. I watched her go, and as she was lost to my sight, reminded myself that I was there to work. There were men waiting for me, and I was soon busy again. Some time later I spotted Emi again, with a different lover from either of the two she had begun with, bending forward and squealing with pleasure as, standing, he took her cunt from behind. FOOTNOTE [6] If you have read my earlier volume of autobiography, _We Always Do It For Real_, then of course you already know about Roido-san and Kazuko. They gave the party I took Bob Williams to, that first weekend when we had just met; and they invited me to a discreet dinner-party where I had a delightful time looking after an Australian businessman. Sorry to repeat all this, but perhaps I have some new readers! [Next in Part 12: Chapter XII: Homecoming] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams