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] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams